The five sword pieces flew at high speed in the rainy night, emitting sometimes low and sometimes sharp roars, like some kind of weird musical instrument, each occupying a space next to Song Xiaoxiao Luofan, and then constantly changing directions, and the five streamers were connected back and forth, filling the courtyard space between the green branches that beat the rain and the bluestone slabs that accumulated water.

The sword blades that appeared and disappeared in the rain flew smoothly and elegantly, sometimes brushing the floor and sweeping low, splashing a puddle of rain, sometimes cutting deep sword marks on the wall, sometimes flying over the bodies of the four sergeants who had been picked off by Luofan, adding a few more blood marks to their bodies, and the sergeants who were not yet dead would have a convulsion when they were cut by the sword slices.

Song Xiaoxiao and Luo Fan stood in this invisible sword net woven by five sword pieces, and every line woven into this web represented unstoppable edge and death, whether it was the hard bluestone slab, the wall wet by the rain or the corpse of Tang Jun lying on the ground, they could not make those lines slow down and gentle.

The wind can enter, the rain can enter, the night can enter, but people cannot enter.

No one dared to step into this invisible net that occupied a radius of three zhang, even the bravest elite of the Qin army would not forcibly step into it knowing that it would be death to walk in, as for the ascetics and long-robed swordsmen who listened to the rain tower, at this time, the pale fronts were eager to breathe, and the bronze bowl rosary and the blue light short sword were quietly suspended around them.

The long-robed swordsman from the Southern Jin Dynasty looked at Song Xiaoxiao in the rain with a shocked expression, and said bitterly: "I can't think of a gang leader in the capital of Great Qin...... They are all great sword masters with a perfect Dao realm, and they are even ...... You are only one step away from stepping into the emperor-level realm, could it be that this is the strength and heritage of the Great Qin Empire? However, you should know very well that killing you is the idea of your Great Qin nobles, you can't win, the nobles said that as long as you are willing to surrender, they will spare you from dying. ”

Song Xiaoxiao raised her left hand, took off a green leaf that had fallen on her soaked placket at some point, and then raised her head to look at the long-robed swordsman and said calmly: "You killed my brother, then whether you surrender or not, you must die." ”

The long-robed swordsman was silent.

At this moment, the sky is slightly bright, and the sky is still full of stars. The ascetic pointed like a knife, scratching and carving on the bronze bowl, his expression was very focused, and the complicated Taoist patterns were densely packed, deeply imprinted on it, and it was extremely profound, and it was impossible to understand at all.

The glimmer of dawn sprinkled down, and there was only a rustling sound here in the Song Mansion, and the copper bowl was glossy, and groups of mysterious patterns were carved out.

The ascetic in the hat looked at Luo Fan beside Song Xiaoxiao, this young man appeared here tonight, breaking many of their plans, so he frowned and asked, "Young man, where do you come from? Do you know the preciousness of life?"

Luo Fan looked back at the ascetic in silence and did not make any response, only the brows on the black mask furrowed slightly.

The value of a friend is something that you who obey the orders of the powerful can understand.

Song Xiaoxiao looked at the elites of the Qin army on the other side of the courtyard, his eyes gradually became cold, and he said in a deep voice: "One is the great sword master of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and the other is the ascetic of the ** country, and you ...... It's my Daqin soldiers, and it's really shameful to collude with foreigners for the sake of the chaotic lives of those so-called powerful people. ”

The leader of the Qin army bowed his head slightly, as if he didn't want to be blinded by the majestic rain, and as if he was a little ashamed, he couldn't face Song Xiaoxiao's cold and compelling gaze.

Naturally, the battle of cultivators could only be ended by cultivators, and Luo Fan and these elite Great Qin soldiers could only assist from the side, and could not influence the course of the battle. At the previous moment, the Qin army used the Shenhou crossbow, and Song Xiaoxiao was worried that Luo Fan would not be able to deal with it, so he took the risk of recalling the sword piece, so there was a simple conversation on the rainy night at this time.

"Let this be over. ”

Song Xiaoxiao said this calmly, and then raised his right arm and pointed in the direction of Tingyu Tower, his strength realm was above the ascetic monks of the ** country and the swordsmen of the Southern Jin Dynasty, so he had the strength to choose when to go to war.

What's more, the pattern that the dervish had done on the bronze bowl did not look so peaceful.

At this moment, the pattern carved on the copper bowl on the ascetic's hand was transparent and shining, and the Dao pattern engraved by the old madman seemed to have life, constantly trembling, all of which were psychic and bright. emitted a dazzling light, and suddenly reflected the Song Mansion into daylight.

"Yes, it's time to end. ”

The dervish stood up with a radiant light, left the little building, and walked towards them.

This is the time.

The five sword pieces flying at high speed in the courtyard seemed to hear a clear command, and the trajectory suddenly turned, and the roar suddenly became sharper, sneering through the rainy night and stabbing at the listening rain building!

The dervish's face suddenly tightened, his eyes widened, and the copper bowl in his hand buzzed and flew up to meet the enemy, and the light emitted from the copper bowl illuminated the dark night.

Those gray sword shadows seemed to be vague under the cover of the majestic summer rain, and the moment the copper bowl light was brightened, the sword shadows of Wumu were clearly reflected. The bronze bowl exuded a vast coercion, shaking the entire capital, and everyone trembled, luring into the bones of people.

At this moment, the ascetic monk seemed to be a god, and the shadow of the sword that turned into five stopped in the air trembling under the reflection of the light, unable to move forward, as if no one could stop him at this moment!

He was walking slowly, like a leisurely stroll, if you look closely, his bare feet are floating in the air, and with the pace, the five sword shadows tremble and disappear, and no one can cherry blossoms.

No one knew what the bronze bowl was in the ascetic's hand.

"That's not right!"

Luo Fan's pupils constricted suddenly, looking at the dervishes who were getting closer and closer, the cultivators did not obtain mental power through meditation, attached the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to the sword to become a sword master, attached to the pen and ink to become a talisman master, in the battle mental physical strength and the most important mental power depletion is extremely fast, when they can't defeat the enemy with one blow, they often choose to temporarily retreat for pranayama, while the ascetic has been out of the scope of the cultivator who Luo Fan understands.

He looked sideways at Song Xiaoxiao, Song Xiaoxiao's face was calm and natural, as if he had already understood this unexpected situation. The five gray sword shadows didn't know where he was directed.

"The sword comes. ”

Following Luo Fan's gaze, he pointed to the long sword in Luo Fan's waist.

Can counting dead grass really count everything, but Luo Fan did not hesitate with Sihao, his left hand was removed from the hilt of the gun, and as soon as he untied his waist, a long sword without a blade was quickly handed to Song Xiaoxiao from his waist.

The sword was edgeless, looked very heavy, and seemed to have some rust.

Song Xiaoxiao took the long sword, reached out and gently wiped it on the blade, and the rain that dripped on it immediately took away a rust mark. Grabbed a sword flower at random and walked in the rain.

Luofan carried a gun with him.

It seems that he has no mental power, not a cultivator, but a martial artist, handing the sword out, holding it flat and stabbing straight up, like a child who is a beginner in swordsmanship.

Is Song Xiaoxiao a child? Obviously not.

The dervish looked at Song Xiaoxiao, who was walking forward in the rain, and looked at the bladeless long sword that Song Xiaoxiao handed out. His face changed slightly, the avenue was simple, he had really reached the peak of the Dao realm, and he would enter the emperor realm at any time.

The world of a practitioner first perceives the vitality of heaven and earth through meditation, generates affinity with it, and makes the vitality of heaven and earth resonate with itself, which is the first realm, and is also the first acquaintance of heaven and earth; after the initial realm, the wonderful use of Wukong's vitality, perceiving the changes of heaven and earth, knowing and the Tao, is for the realm of enlightenment; after knowing the Tao, he walks on the clear path, and follows the path, and the Tao is born in two, two and three, and all things in three births, which is for the Tao realm; after knowing it, he turns the weather vitality into his own use, tempers himself, makes his body fit the avenue of heaven and earth, improves the mortal body of the body, and leaves the ordinary, so that his body remains unchanged for ten thousand years, this is the way of immortality, it is the realm of the emperor; above the realm of the emperor, he turns the mortal into an immortal, and he can live forever, and the holy realm of this life is in the memory of the practitionerAccording to legend, at the foot of Baiyun Mountain, there is a priest who turns everything into a saint, breaks the sky with a sword, and flies away, and everyone knows that this Taoist priest uses a bladeless sword to break the sky.

But the world does not know where this sword has gone, and whether it has also soared.

Until this moment, Song Xiaoxiao's voice said, "The sword is coming." He held a bladeless sword in his hand.

The long sword was handed out, piercing into the dazzling white light, as if tearing open a layer of heaven.

Layer by layer, cutting through the sky, the imitation Fei pierced into the light emitted by the copper bowl, splitting the white light into two.

The ascetic's face changed slightly, the long sword has come, where did those sword pieces go?

The dervish was about to remind the Southern Jin swordsman beside him, but it was too late.

An extremely faint sword shadow silently bypassed the eaves of the Tingyu Building, avoiding the perception of the Southern Jin Dynasty swordsman in the building, slid down the wooden pillar, and then suddenly accelerated at a half-human-high position, penetrating the extremely thick wooden pillar like a hot knife into snow, and appeared behind the head of the Southern Jin Dynasty swordsman the next moment!

The swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty sensed the chill behind his head, and there was great fear in his heart, and the hands hanging outside his sleeves made a wild move, and the blue light short sword in the air suddenly struck, but he could no longer save the master.

With a slight muffled pop, the blade of the sword pierced the back of his head, and then pierced his throat bone, hanging with bloody flesh, and flew out crookedly like a blood-devouring monster worm!

The swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty glared, looked at Song Xiaoxiao in the rain, and leaned back heavily holding his bloody throat, until the moment of death, he finally confirmed that the opponent had stepped into the emperor realm with half a foot.

The difference between a realm is like a moat.

The master was dead, and the blue dagger that had lost control of his telekinesis fell into the rain, flicking twice and then standing still.

In the rainy sky, the long sword handed out by Song Xiaoxiao finally collided with the hard and clumsy copper bowl, and the crisp and piercing and sonorous buzzing sound sounded staggered, as if there was no interruption, and the ascetic was surrounded by a small golden flower like a dandelion, which bloomed from time to time and was blown away by the cool breeze from time to time.

In an instant, there were countless openings on the ascetic's old monk's robe, and the Buddhist ascetic cultivators were not used to wearing soft armor to protect their bodies like ordinary cultivators, and blood kept oozing out of those openings, turning him into a bloody man covered in blood.

With the help of the copper bowl, forcibly promoted, there are also sequelae at this time.

Song Xiaoxiao held the hilt of the sword with both hands, calm and calm, the long sword that was handed out was against the copper bowl, advancing layer by layer, Sihao did not let the slightest bit, and the green shirt on his body swayed slowly with the breeze.

The face washed by the rain was a little whiter than before, Song Xiaoxiao raised his eyebrows slightly, and found that the ascetic was determined to exceed his expectations, only to see him smile back, look at Luo Fan and say:

"Borrow blood. ”

The gray sword shadow that had just pierced the neck of the Southern Jin Dynasty sword passed through Luofan's arm in an instant, bringing up a blood flower.