Cold rainy night, Fengbo Pavilion, the alley outside the Song Mansion.

The middle-aged fat man stood beside the carriage, standing in the rain, bending over and lowering his voice and said, "Song Xiaoxiao is really a cultivator, it seems that the realm is not low, and now the situation is a little tricky......

The man in the carriage coughed twice, and said indifferently: "What's the hurry? Aren't there two strangers invited by the household department in the house? If even they can't stop that guy who is messing around, it's not too late for us to make a move...... As for those people in the rivers and lakes who died when they died, how many rats would not die in the yin ditch of this capital?"

Hundreds of brave men from all directions poured in from all directions, and in the eyes of the world's masters, they were like rats in the ditch, and they burst out with extremely amazing combat effectiveness and bloody nature at this critical moment of life and death.

However, even if the dead grass Lao Song is a cultivator, they are just ordinary people from the rivers and lakes, the difference in strength between the two sides is like the distance between the eagle and the ant, the sword shadow passed through the leg and brought up a puddle of blood, and a big head fell off around the neck, the man holding the axe broke his fingers, and the man wielding the knife fell into the rain. No matter how strong the combat power is, it is not worth mentioning in front of the sword shadow that disappears from time to time, and no matter how strong the bloody nature is, it will always collapse in despair after the companion falls from time to time.

Song Xiaoxiao walked forward calmly, the green shirt on his body had already been wet by the rain, but just like when Luo Fan saw him for the first time, no one would feel that this first person in the dark night in the capital was embarrassed, he walked in the summer rain, just like the summer rain, as natural as the summer rain, and the breath exuded from his body was like the summer rain to moisten the earth, making people unable to resist or even want to resist.

The gangs from the west and south of the capital looked at the middle-aged man walking in the rain, as if they saw a demon nodding to themselves gently, and then raised his claws to easily pinch himself into pieces, full of horror, they could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts, I don't know who shouted, and everyone finally dispersed.

Master Li in Nancheng, the thin and tall man in Xicheng, and the sergeant at the city gate, those figures have quietly slipped away without knowing when, except for the corpses that were constantly washed by the rain, and the seriously injured who were groaning and groaning, there was no longer a standing person to be seen, and the world was quiet - if you ignore the corpses and injured people in the rain, the smell of blood that the rain could not dilute suddenly and the corner of the Fengbo Pavilion that was knocked down.

Luo Fan was silent and walked forward behind Song Xiaoxiao. He gripped the handle of the gun with both hands, the black barrel of the gun was drenched in rain across his chest, and he didn't shoot a single shot from the beginning to the end, and this one-sided massacre was over, but he didn't relax and didn't apologize for any embarrassment, because he knew that the real danger was yet to come—if you had the opportunity to fight with a cultivator, then there was a high chance that you would encounter an enemy with one or even several cultivators.

One step and two steps, Song Xiaoxiao walked to the door of his house, there was no sword in the sheath beside him, the sword was passing through the night rain at this time, he stretched out his free hands and nudged it, and the door shaft wet by the rain let out a somewhat strange moan,

The courtyard gate was pushed open, and dozens of elite Qin soldiers wearing dark ponchos greeted each other with bows and crossbows, their expressions resolute and indifferent; on the wooden floor of the Tingyulou behind the rain curtain, the middle-aged man in a star-white robe frowned slightly, and the short sword in the sheath beside him whispered; the ascetic wearing a hat slowly raised his head, and the rosary in his hand stiffened slightly; the two carriages at the entrance of the alley in the distance were still quiet, and the coughing sound in one of the carriages did not know where to go.

Quiet or quiet, the slight sound of the wind swirling between the leaves and the beams, the sound of the rain whispering between the courtyard and the small pool, looking at each other, no one choosing to act first.

The silence may be long, it may be short, Song Xiaoxiao's gaze passed over the group of crossbow-wielding sergeants, fell on the ascetics and swordsmen in the building, and said indifferently: "This is my home, please go out." ”

"Nobody is going to go out. The swordsman in the star-white robe replied calmly.

Song Xiaoxiao looked at the short sword beside this person, thoughtful, and suddenly asked, "In that rain a few days ago, you killed my little brother?"

The long-robed swordsman leaned forward slightly, indicating that he was the man.

The corners of Song Xiaoxiao's lips curled slightly, looked at him and said, "Then you will be the first to die today." ”

The rain kept falling, flowing down the tiled eaves of the roof of the rain-listening building, turning into a curtain of water, and the copper bowl in front of the ascetic kept carrying the rain, gradually accumulating, and finally overflowed at this moment.

Song Xiaoxiao made a move.

He raised his right arm, and through the heavy rain curtain, through the elite of the Qin army who were waiting for them with crossbows, he pointed at the long-robed swordsman in the Tingyu Tower.

With a finger, a terrible roar suddenly sounded in the rainy night, and the thin sword that had always been hidden in the summer rain of the night finally showed its traces, and it broke through the sky like lightning from the rain tower!

The pupils of the long-robed swordsman shrank sharply, and the middle finger of his right hand hanging beside him snapped and flicked, and the short sword beside him that was already leaping out of his body burst out with a clear sound, turning into a clear light in front of him.

Song Xiaoxiao said that the first person to die today was him, and Song Xiaoxiao pointed at him through the rain curtain, but the target of Song Xiaoxiao's first sword was not him, but the ascetic beside him!

Although the ascetic had always been silent, he had been vigilantly watching the movements around him, and if the vitality of the heavens and the earth above fluctuated slightly, he knew that Song Xiaoxiao had already made a move. Although he didn't know that he was the target of this sword, the instinct of the disciple of the Buddha Sect made him slam his withered palm on the wooden board beside him, and the smoke and dust shook between the cracks in the wooden board, and the copper bowl in front of the wooden steps seemed to have been kicked by someone, and it bounced up violently, making countless splashes in the air.

The gray sword shadow broke through the sky, penetrating the crystal transparent water splash like glass, but it was blocked by the copper bowl, and the sharp and high-speed thin sword collided with the clumsy and thick copper bowl, making a crisp sound that made the eardrums crack!

The ascetic monk's face exposed outside the hat was slightly dark, and at this moment it became extremely pale, obviously suffering some losses, and at this moment, the long-robed swordsman raised his eyebrows, and saw the opportunity to quickly flip his wrist, and pointed at the small tree standing at the gate of the mansion with two fingers and the sword, and the short sword that had just flown around him in half a circle turned sharply, turning into a blue light and piercing the door of the small tree, at this time, the flying sword towards the small tree was colliding with the dervishe's bronze bowl, how to protect himself?

Ning Que, who was silently standing behind Luo Fan with his spear in his hand, moved, his body quickly flashed to the left, and just as he was about to flash out of Song Xiaoxiao's body, he forcibly stopped his steps, he was not afraid of the means of the long-robed swordsman, not afraid of the blue light short sword, but found that he still didn't need to make his own move.

Because after Song Xiaoxiao's flying sword collided with the ascetic's bronze bowl, although it failed to break out of the bowl, it did not fall to the ground, but with the help of that violent impact force, the meaningless gap lines on the thin green steel sword suddenly enlarged and detached at that moment, and it was extremely wonderful to turn into five extremely thin sword pieces in the air and shoot quickly!

Out of nothing, again and again, again and again, again and again is five.

Song Xiaoxiao turned into five with one sword.

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