"Flutter. ”

Behind Xie Ximeng's flick of his sword, a crack broke in the surface of the paper umbrella that the young man was holding.

Silent phantom killing.

Ning Shu didn't know when he fell into the illusion, maybe it was when the young man looked at him, or maybe he was on the road as soon as he entered the door.

But even if the umbrella in the young man's hand broke, the atmosphere in the courtyard was still very anxious.

Xie Ximeng's left index finger and middle finger were brought together, slowly brushing the sword body, with this action, a sword of different colors appeared behind him, and the swords rotated from slow to fast, forming a silent light curtain.

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In the west city of Los Angeles, in a rather luxurious tavern, the tables, chairs and benches were shattered, the remains of wine jars and wine urns could be seen everywhere, and the best sealed aged wine on weekdays was mixed with a few pennies a pound of multigrain wine, and the water flowed out on the ground and gathered on the edge of the threshold.

On the stairs of the tavern lies a man in a Taoist robe, facing the ground, with his back to the sky, his head down, and his feet up, looking rather comical.

More than a dozen people in pale yellow robes stood indifferently at the door of the tavern, and Xiao Siye of the Phoenix Pavilion stood in front of the crowd with a paper fan in his hand, took the handkerchief handed by the person next to him, and wiped the blood stains on the handle of the fan.

From time to time, there were a few screams outside the tavern, which was very terrifying on a rainy night, and from the tavern came a strange sound that seemed to cry but not cry, and seemed to laugh but not laugh.

There was a large open space among the broken tables, chairs and benches on the floor, and a thin middle-aged man dressed like the shopkeeper of this tavern was lying on the ground, and a strange voice officially came out of his mouth.

Drink, blood, tears, and even a liquid that seemed to be saliva mixed with his face, and a fat man sat on top of him.

The fat man sat on the tavern shopkeeper like he was sitting on a small bench on the side of the street, and he was very down-to-earth.

He held an arc knife in his hand, the blade turned upside down, and on the hilt was a tiger head, and the fat man scraped the ribs on his chest with the tiger head of the handle as he said something to the tavern keeper.

"I didn't expect the leader of the dignified White Horse Gang to be the shopkeeper in his own tavern, he is really a good helper who is considerate of his subordinates and cares about the industry. ”

"Boss Zhang, I don't think I'm too free on weekdays and want to have some fun, I can tell you, there is a lot of fun in this yamen cell. ”

"You dare to come forward, and you don't want to think about why this Phoenix Pavilion can occupy such a big cause as Caoyun, why those rich businessmen dare to be angry and dare not speak, your brains are thrown into the thatched house!"

"Yo Yo Yo, you dare to laugh, you are so bold, and you don't weigh how many catties and taels you have, and you still dare to fight the idea of Phoenix Pavilion. ”

"Heh, still crying, did the fat man wronged you? I really didn't expect that your little White Horse Gang would still enshrine a Taoist monk who had gone to the habitat, if it weren't for the fat man, I was agile, wouldn't I have suffered your secret loss?"

Xiao Siye stood at the door and rolled his eyes when he heard this, and said in his heart: That Dao person was beaten down by you and thrown on the stairs without even having the strength to fight back, how can you still make you eat a secret loss?

With every word the fat man spoke, he scraped the ribs of the tavern keeper, and after just a few words, the tavern keeper was left with the sound of gasping, and he collapsed on the ground like a dead dog.

The fat man was a little unhappy when he saw this, stood up and clapped his hands and complained: "Look at you, you are still the leader of a gang, why can't you help but clean it up so much!"

The tavern keeper twitched his fingers in response to the fat man's complaints.

After Xiao Siye saw that the fat man was finished, he stepped forward and waved his hand to let the tavern shopkeeper and the Taoist priest lying on the stairs carry away, and then looked at the fat man with worry on his face.

Because he knew that the real battlefield tonight was at the main altar of the Bear Axe Gang in the East City, and unlike the large number of people in the West City, there was only one person who went to the Bear Axe Gang in the East City.

"Gongzi Xie, he is only one person...... Will there be an accident......" Xiao Si said in a low voice.

Hearing this, the fat man stretched out his round and not slender index finger and shook it: "Where is a person, didn't he bring a little kid." ”

"......"

"Don't worry, Xie Ximeng's strength is still there, where can a mere Hun prince beat him, and isn't that little kid a genius, two people are enough. ”

Xiao Si remembered that the night when he first saw the young man, the back of the young man holding the scroll away was like the dark night, which was incomprehensible.

"Why are you stunned!Hurry up and find someone to pick up the unbroken wine, pick up some good wine and take it back to the courtyard and leave, you see how rude you were before, this old drunken fairy dream has ruined you!" The fat man looked at the water pool at the threshold, and then looked at Xiao Si, who was stunned, and said sadly.

"Isn't this caused by you throwing that Daoist's leg around in the first place, why is it on us again?"

Xiao Siye dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, who made this fat man a cultivator who was known as the unparalleled physique of the Divine Dynasty?

The same thing happened in the streets of Los Angeles on a rainy night, or the street gangsters who did evil on weekdays, or the gangs who wanted to get a piece of the battle between the Bear Axe Gang and the Phoenix Pavilion, all of which were washed away by the rain this night.

No one thought that this purge of the rivers and lakes of Los Angeles would come so quickly and so domineeringly, just like the increasing rain and the thunder that resounded in the sky, many of their gangs were waiting for the support of the Bear Axe Gang, but they would not wait.

Because the elite of the Bear Axe Gang has left their bodies behind on a quiet street and lost their souls.

For ordinary people, tonight passes, and after the rain stops, it is a new day, but for the gangs on the dark side of Los Angeles, their skies will never clear.

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The heavy rain fell on the umbrella, and the torn crack could no longer heal, and since it did not heal, the rain would seep through the crack.

The raindrops slowly coalesced through the umbrella, forming a droplet of water at the crack, crumbling, as if it only took one more drop of rain to drip down and land on the tip of the young man's nose under the umbrella.

But it was as if this drop of water had received the influence of some invisible force, and it did not fall for a long time, nor did it continue to expand, and from this drop of water, different pictures were reflected from different angles.

There is a multicolored peacock in the water droplet, shining with beautiful feathers.

There was a quiet young man in the droplets, calm as the surface of a windless lake.

All that remained was an invisible sword aura.

There was only a distance of ten steps, and the five-colored light curtain protected Xie Ximeng and Ning Shu in the middle, while the young man on the opposite side stood still and did not move, because he knew that as long as he took a step back, a sword would slash at him, but he couldn't move forward, because the distance of these ten steps was exactly the critical point between the five-colored sword light and the rain.

The young man's position was clever, but at the same time extremely dangerous, but there was still not the slightest emotion on his face, and the corners of his mouth curled up to show an approachable smile.

Xie Ximeng, who was standing under the sword light, stared at the person in front of him, and walked all the way from Bailu Guozhen to here, he showed a very serious and serious expression for the first time, and he did not show any laziness, for the young man he knew in front of him, he had to be vigilant.

Whoosh!

In the quiet rain, a few subtle sounds suddenly came to mind, and under the cover of the wind and rain, even the cultivators could not determine their directions.

But Ning Shu is different, since he came out of the illusion, he has expanded his perception of the world to the extreme, and the Dharma intent like clear water in his eyebrows is tumbling, and when he heard the sound of the machine, he reacted immediately.

He clenched his sword in his hand, and fifty strings walked through the rain, cutting off the flying crossbow arrows in the way.

As the sword fired, the doors and windows of the surrounding houses popped open, revealing the ballista and the projectile with a faint blue sheen inside.

Mojia tricks.

Ning Shu has seen a hundred classics in the small building of hatred, among which the Mojia mechanism is particularly weird, it can be effective in the siege of the city, the spring of the mechanism is specially designed, and the crossbow arrows issued are extremely fast and silent, because of its cumbersome production process and the rare materials required, so it is rarely in the world.

Now, however, the crossbows used for siege have appeared in this courtyard, and they are more elaborate than ordinary traps, not only smaller in size, but also do not need to be manipulated by people.

The young man turned the ring in his hand, and every time he turned, a group of crossbow arrows were shot, from different directions, with different colors, and in an instant, the magic and spiritual energy in the courtyard seemed to be ignited, and the five-colored light appeared one after another ripples.

The mechanical puppeteer walked out of the house, spewing quicksand and poisonous fire from his hands, and the ground shook, and the entire main altar of the Bear Axe Gang seemed to have turned into a machine city.

Destroying the mercury well during the siege can make the whole set of mechanisms lose the power source of operation, and the subtle mechanism at the moment cannot be judged with ordinary eyes, and it is more likely that this young man is the eye of the entire courtyard.

Countless arrows were shot, Xie Ximeng didn't say anything to Ning Shu, he still looked at the young man, and Ning Shu understood, it turned out that the sword promised earlier should be here.

Whether it was an uncertain prophet or not, he had to block the arrows now, and Xie Ximeng needed to cut out that sword.

A purple light filled the courtyard in the rain, Ning Shu raised the fifty strings in his hand in Xie Ximeng's five-colored light, and the rain gathered into a flowing water, dyed with purple gas, and changed from the slow sound of the gurgling stream to the stormy waves.

A purple heavenly river formed by the rain appeared, surrounding a circle, sealing all directions, and the sound of the sword groan loomed, moving with the flowing water, but did not dissipate with the flowing water, but contained in every drop of rain, endlessly.

All the crossbow arrows were submerged into this purple heavenly river as if they had been shot into a swamp, and Ning Shu only understood the special feature of these crossbow arrows at this moment, each arrow carried a magic intent that was not weaker than that of a Divine Mind Realm monk, and hundreds of arrows were shot as if hundreds of Divine Mind Realm monks had released spells, and he and he had wrapped these magic intentions into the purple heavenly river with one person and one sword, withstanding all the attacks.