A thick rain of crossbows shot out again, and several agile and ferocious figures attacked. This time, the elite troops of the Tang Dynasty appeared more resolute and fearless, and this feeling was forced by their desperation.

They hadn't been able to get close to Chao Xiaoshu's body and kill this terrifying Great Sword Master. There was always someone standing in front of him.

Ning Que kept moving on the blue stone slab of the rain, not flexible, but heavy. Whenever his boots hit the ground, or when his blade killed a soldier in an elite Tang Dynasty unit, the spray would splash.

Chao Xiaoshu sat cross-legged in the heavy rain, seemingly entrusting his life completely to him. So, Ning Que defended Chao Xiaoshu alone, stuck to him, and turned himself and the Doudou in his hand into a net.

Ning Que cut off the knee of a Tang soldier, his right elbow bent back, the blade fell, and his left foot bounced off like a flying stone. He kicked hard, then pulled out his own pod. His two hands grasped the slender hilt of the sword, and with a twist, the blade rose from the bottom and slice through the abdomen of the third Tang soldier. Another shadow swooped down. He twisted his half-squatted waist and grabbed the pod with one hand, and as the light of the pod exploded, several calves were broken.

His black mask had already been soaked with rain, and his wheezing sound was mixed with some moisture. But the facial features exposed by the mask were as calm as before, and they even seemed to be a little overwhelmed. His actions were extremely simple, but they were so lethal that the fierce elite troops of the Tang Dynasty were cut down, trampled, and completely crushed under his feet like wooden blocks.

No matter how dense the raindrops of lightning were, and how cold the sword light was, he stood in front of Zhao Xiaoshu and didn't take a step back! Even if his shoulders were bruised by bolts and his legs were torn by blades, he didn't take half a step back!

An extremely rough loud sound came from the rain appreciation building, as if an iron pot had smashed on a brick. The copper bowl in front of Sadu was finally shattered into pieces by thousands of swords!

The rice farmer's hat on Sadu's head cracked as the copper bowl shattered. A look of determination flashed across his swarthy face. His mudras changed irregularly again. The rosary that had been protecting him stopped spinning, and suddenly turned into a black snake, wrapping the thin green steel sword around his face, causing the power of the sword to pause for a moment.

Chao Xiaoshu looked downstairs silently, scratched the stagnant water next to him with his right hand, and sprinkled a handful of rainwater in front of him. The thin cyan steel sword in the Rain Appreciation Tower suddenly began to vibrate and buzz, like a giant dragon about to break through the clouds, rushing forward, endlessly!

Soybean-sized raindrops fall on the blue slate with a slight "popping" sound. The new branches of the trees that had been blown off by the wind also made the same sound on the rain viewing building. Suddenly, the beads around the sword perimeter burst out in all directions!

Sadu forced a bitter smile and closed his eyes. The green steel sword roared past, piercing through more than a hundred prayer beads. It pierced deep into the center of his dark brow, causing his blood to slowly ooze out. His bitter smile froze.

At the main gate of the Imperial Palace, Ning Que saw the enemy not far away, and slowly pulled his pod out of the chest of a Tang Army soldier.

"Dada, dada!" The broken rosary hit the walls and beams and columns, and then fell on the wooden floor.

The living elite troops of Tang were deeply desperate to see the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged with a bright smile and the masked man standing silently in the heavy rain.

The sound of carriages came from the alley.

Zhao Xiaoshu's brows slowly raised.

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In the southern city of Chang'an, Meng Daren's most profitable star picking casino is in ruins. Smashed gambling equipment was thrown all over the streets. These chips, which usually represent silver coins, are soaked in filthy rain and no one dares to pick them out. On the way, his female family members and children were found crying and crying. They surrounded the chief steward of the gambling house and more than a dozen guards, but no one dared to curse the attackers with a word, and even looked hateful.

More than forty gangsters in the Chunfeng Pavilion, dressed in black clothes and black boots, stood indifferently around to maintain order, and at the same time announced to all the people of Nancheng that they were stationed. At the front of the crowd, Qi Si took a blue handkerchief from his subordinates. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and there was no expression of joy or arrogance on his face, only anxiety and composure. He knew that even if the Ichthyosaurus Gang took the opportunity to invade many territories tonight, Big Brother was alone in the face of the ambush of those strong enemies in the Spring Breeze Pavilion, and no one else was on his side.

Tonight, there are many cases similar to the above stories, and the streets of Chang'an city are no different. The pawnshop and brothel under the old cat have been smashed by a group of fierce and agile men in black, and another group of men in black have taken control of Junjie's three mistresses and smashed three luxurious small courtyards.

The cold and mournful spring rain kept beating and seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. The major underground forces in Chang'an flocked to Dongcheng one after another, taking advantage of the ferocity of the local forces, to attack the old tide of the Chunfeng Pavilion who had ruled Chang'an for many years. Unexpectedly, in the dark night, the legendary figure used himself as a bait and took the opportunity to send all the brothers of the gang to control the overall situation, so that Nancheng and Xicheng had no rival forces.

From tonight onwards, if Lao Zhao is still alive, then he and his brothers can put the whole of Chang'an under their control. But... Now Zhao Xiaoshu is all on his own. Would he have survived this catastrophe without his brothers?

In the heavily guarded garrison of the Yulin Royal Guard in the northern city of Chang'an, Cao Ning, the deputy general of the Yulin Royal Guard, looked at the two captains whose hands were tied. He smiled sarcastically and said, "Chang Siwei? Should I call you Chang San? Fei Jingwei, should I call you Fei Liu? Unexpectedly, the two leaders of the Ichthyosaurus Gang turned out to be members of our Yulin Royal Guard.

Chang Siwei, a middle-aged man with a gentle temper, looked at his boss and smiled slightly: "Don't you really know?" Many people in the barracks earn extra income. As far as I know, General, you seem to have earned interest from Lord Meng and the old cat.

Fei Jingwei remained silent and stared coldly at Cao Ning's face.

Cao Ning took a sip of the teacup and said, "What's the use of mentioning these things now?" Just for the sake of argument. You're all just little captains. If it weren't for the face of the Spring Breeze Pavilion, why would I say these useless words to you? But don't think that you can rely on the support of the Spring Breeze Pavilion to put on a showy in front of me. I can only keep the two of you inside the camp by order, and if you leave the camp, I can decapitate you without asking for an imperial order. If the two of you can't leave the camp, the Spring Breeze Pavilion will definitely end tonight.

"The Spring Breeze Pavilion will definitely end." He slowly raised the teacup and said indifferently, "That's why you're useless."

Chang Siwei smiled: "There are many people who have died in this world, and my eldest brother will not die."

"In this world, there is no one who cannot be killed." Cao Ning stared at his face and said coldly: "So many nobles of our Tang Dynasty wanted to express their appreciation to Chunfeng Pavilion, but he didn't accept it, it was unexpected. Many nobles wanted him dead, how could a humble tramp like him turn the tide!

The curtain was lifted, and a chill drifted in with a few drops of rain. Cao Ning was slightly frightened and wanted to reprimand, but suddenly his expression became numb. He obediently stood up and saluted. "Eunuch Lin... It's so late. Why are you here? What's wrong?

Eunuch Lin, who was short and stout, looked at him and said with a smile: "There is nothing else." It is said that the Yulin Imperial Guard raised the alert level by the palace gate tonight, so I came over and asked what was going on.

Then Eunuch Lin turned around and looked at the two military attachés with their hands tied behind their backs. He frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

The horse training area of the camp of the heroic cavalry battalion was lit by torches. Even continuous rain cannot be extinguished. Deputy Commander Chu Ren stared at a square-faced man on horseback opposite, and roared angrily: "Liu Si, you damn bastard!" The order to close the camp was issued by the Military Ministry! If you dare to storm the camp, I'll behead you!"

The figure of the square-faced man is extremely determined. Even though he was sitting on a steed, his legs seemed to hang down to the ground. Despite the rebuke of the deputy commander, there was still a blank on his face. His right hand slowly stroked the iron spear by the saddle. He stared in the direction of the Spring Breeze Pavilion in Chang'an Dongcheng, piercing through the night rain.