Seeing that the usually brave subordinates were slapped away by the middle-aged man with a slight wave of his sleeves, and seeing the other party getting closer and closer, Master Li of Nancheng, Zhang Tietou, and Sergeant of Chengmen, thin and tall, these heroes who were swaying the night in Nancheng or Xicheng, their bodies began to tremble slightly, and they couldn't suppress a strong desire to retreat.

However, thinking of the real nobles standing behind him, and thinking of the two real powerhouses in the mansion, they gritted their teeth and let out the most fierce roar: "Everyone rush up and surround him to death!"

The roar echoed in the streets and alleys around the Fengbo Pavilion, and it was very strange that when he heard the three words of surrounding him, the gang that plucked up Yu Yong to howl forward with a steel knife scattered as fast as they could, desperately away from Song Xiaoxiao and Luo Fan's side, and the crowd in front of them dispersed, revealing two rows of sturdy men - those men had rough cloth belts tied around their waists, and there were four small axes in the cloth belts, and they were already holding two small axes in their hands, and they were about to throw!

The people of Daqin are martial arts, and there is a fierce atmosphere flowing between the government and the opposition, so the capital can't help but carry a sword, even if it is a weapon like a simple knife, as long as you don't take it out of the lively city and shake it around, the government will not care about you, but the control of long-range weapons such as bows and arrows is relatively strict, especially the powerful crossbow arrows, which are strictly forbidden to be owned by the people, in this case, dozens of flying axes that break through the air have become the most terrible means!

At this time in the rainy night, the calm expression on Song Xiaoxiao's face changed for the first time, he looked at the two rows of axe men under the wall in the distance, he was not afraid, not even vigilant, just frowned slightly, seemed to just feel a little troublesome, shook his head and said, "You know what to do." ”

This sentence was naturally said to Luo Fan, but Luo Fan ...... I don't know what to do at this time, if the other party's axe flies like raindrops, he believes that he can escape, but at the same time he believes that Song Xiaoxiao will not choose to leave before killing or defeating all enemies, at this moment, he looked at Song Xiaoxiao's back, and suddenly remembered the battle at the Beishan Pass, remembering the words that the old man Lu Qingchen said, and a different color flashed in his eyes.

As if hearing the shocked sound in his mind, the thin green steel sword in Song Xiaoxiao's hand buzzed, vibrating at a very terrifying speed, shaking all the rain and blood on the sword into powder, and then disappeared with a bang, turning into a gray shadow tearing the rain curtain and flying towards the two rows of throwing axemen!

Like a gray shadow, it is really a swift sword, the sword trace is subtle, the sword is in the direction of the sword, those raindrops that are disturbing and disturbing as if hanging in the night sky are pierced by grains, piercing the outermost layer of skin of the raindrops, piercing its heart, and then penetrating out, piercing the outermost layer of skin of the human body, and then piercing its flesh and bones, and then penetrating out, and the fingers holding the handle of the axe are like lotus roots, and then the broken place begins to spurt blood!

In front of the alley wall, I could only hear the sound of crackling sword tips piercing the raindrops, the sound of cutting fingers, and I couldn't count how many fingers holding the handle of the axe were scattered with the raindrops, and then the heavy axes fell to the ground one after another, smashing on the rain-soaked ground with a muffled sound, and finally countless howls!

There were two axe men with the fastest reaction and the fastest movements, and at the beginning of Song Xiaoxiao's sword, they had already thrown out the axes in their hands, but at the next moment, the gray sword shadow swept over their wrists, only to see the blood rushing, they actually threw their hands together with the axe, and then drew a sad blood line, and fell miserably to the ground not far away, the picture looked extremely bloody!

The Wind Pavilion under the night rain was dead silent, Song Xiaoxiao stood in the rain, looking at the hundreds of people in the capital around him, watching his flying sword appear and disappear from time to time, causing a burst of miserable howls, with a calm and unmoved face.

Nancheng Master Li's face was pale, trembling and pointing at Song Xiaoxiao outside the pavilion, screaming like a madwoman: "Song Xiaoxiao... Song Xiaoxiao!Song Xiaoxiao, how can you be...... Practitioner! You...... How can you be a great swordsman!"

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"What kind of person do you need around you?"

"Fast enough, ruthless enough, brave enough, you can't blink an eye when you kill, you can't let anything fall on me. ”

Luo Fan stared at Song Xiaoxiao's back in front of him, looking at the middle-aged man's hands hanging outside the thin sleeves of his green shirt trembling slightly, his body couldn't help but feel a little stiff, the thin sword turned into a silent gray shadow finally proved his guess, and he finally understood the conversation in the shop before.

In the battle at the Beishan Daokou, there was a warrior close attendant beside the academy outcast great sword master, and after Lu Qingchen used a trick to trap and kill the great sword master, he killed the martial artist close attendant at the first time, precisely because cultivators like sword master Nian Shi were most afraid of being killed in close quarters when they were in battle, just like the old Song who finally showed his true strength at this time.

It turned out that all of this was in the mind of Lao Song, who was counting dead grass, he knew what they were going to do, he knew who he needed by his side, and he was worthy of counting dead grass, and everything did not escape his calculations. The actions of the other party, the personnel dispatched, including the ability to fall into the ordinary.

At this moment, Song Xiaoxiao's mental vitality is all tied to the elusive flying sword, which seems to be so powerful that it is impossible to be immortal, but the sword is no longer in his hand, he has lost all his defensive ability, if someone on the other side can break through the flying sword at this time, or quietly approach him to launch a sneak attack, he will be in great danger.

Presumably, when Song Xiaoxiao fought in those dangerous battles in previous years, there must have been those rumored fierce brothers beside him as close attendants, but tonight his brothers were locked in their respective camps by the government, so he needed to find someone, someone who could be trusted and strong enough to protect his close safety.

So he went to the alley of the tall mansion in the dripping summer rain, and he was not in the restaurant to negotiate with Wang Fulu, but to guard Luofan, who came out of the border here, and passed through the academy The young man walked into the alley, stood in the wet alley, and quietly guarded the young man who left the Xia Hou Mansion, if he couldn't leave, then it was not the person he was looking for. Until the moment he appeared, he looked at him and smiled and said:

"I'm going to kill someone. ”

"I need someone by my side. ”

Song Xiaoxiao only knew what Luo Fan had done, but he didn't know what kind of person he was, but he entrusted his safety and even his life to him seemingly casually, there is no doubt that this is a gamble.

This gamble, or trust, made Luo Fan feel a little heavy on his shoulders, and the first time he saw it, it meant that he was a friend, and the word friend was even heavier. He took a deep breath, his right hand tightened slightly, clenched the spear standing in front of him, and raised it gently, straight forward.

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When the rain falls on the ground, it is quickly stained by the dust accumulated on weekdays, and gradually collects into a stream to the sewer next to the street, and is quickly smelled by the sludge of the years, which is the favorite environment of the rats in the capital. A mouse with some festering fur pounced on a severed human finger with two dirty black front paws, and kept biting excitedly, occasionally taking a break to lick the blood on the hair, the human fights that happened in the high field of vision had nothing to do with it, it only hoped that the faint shadow could cut a few more fingers, hoping that the rain could rush those fingers in front of him, Lord Qingtian bless, the food of the family these days depends on your reward.

With a snap, a lump of something whizzed and smashed in front of the mouse, splashing sewage and blood all over the ground. The rat ran away in horror, and when it was about to burrow into the rat hole at the foot of the courtyard wall, it reluctantly looked back at the finger that was about to be gnawed into white bones, and then resolutely shook its tail and drilled in, if it looked carefully and found that the thing splashed with rain and blood was a human head, it would definitely regret its decision.

The rat got out of the rat hole, and there was no way to regret it, and at the moment when it was trampled into a pulp by the hard Qin army boots, I don't know if its regret was that it failed to tell the same kind of human flesh how wonderful it tasted.

An elite soldier of the Qin army slowly retracted his feet wearing military boots, glanced at the bloody rat at his feet, listened to the sound outside the courtyard wall, slowly retreated to the queue, gestured to his colleagues with his hand about the battle outside, and then looked down at the crossbow arrow in his hand to confirm that the rain did not cause problems with the machine spring.

Dozens of elite Qin soldiers wearing dark ponchos stood silently behind the courtyard wall, holding crossbow arrows in their hands, the dilapidated Fengbo Pavilion outside the wall was surrounded by killing sounds at the moment, but no one noticed their existence, these sergeants were silent like a group of stone sculptures, neither wind and rain nor fighting could make the expression on their faces change in the slightest.

Behind these elite Qin troops, there were two people sitting on the wooden floor of the Kailou that was locked by layers of rain curtains. One was a middle-aged man with clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, dressed in a star-white robe, with a somewhat small sword resting quietly on the wooden floor beside him, and the other was wearing a hat, and his face could not be seen, but judging from the monk's robe he was wearing, the pair of bare feet that were large and dirty, and the bronze bowl under the rain eaves in front of him, he should be an ascetic monk.

The long-robed swordsman frowned slightly and looked at the silky rain curtain in front of him, and said softly: "It's actually a swordsman, no wonder the two of us need to be used." ”

The ascetic monk lowered his head and did not speak, he listened to the faint sound of flying swords breaking through the air and splitting the rain from outside the wall, stared at the copper bowl under the wooden steps, and watched the rain in the bowl disturbed by the new raindrops, and gradually felt that his qi sea had become a little uneasy, so his head lowered, and his fingers pulled the ironwood rosary on his wrist more slowly and firmly.

This mansion is the Song Mansion, the mansion of the old Song Dynasty, this wooden building is the rain building, the small building that listens to the rain when the old Song Dynasty has nothing to do, these elites of the Qin army and these two strong men are waiting for him to go home.

At the mouth of the alley outside the courtyard wall on the other side of the Song Mansion, there were two carriages parked, and the horses in front of the carriage were a little impatient with the rain, and from time to time they wanted to snort but couldn't make a sound, and they wanted to kick their front hooves twice but didn't dare to move, one carriage was dead and silent, and there was a low coughing sound from time to time in the other carriage.

No one knew who was in these two carriages, but if Song Xiaoxiao could see the middle-aged fat man standing next to the carriage at this time, he would definitely be able to guess that the people in the carriage were not ordinary people. That seemingly ordinary middle-aged fat man is not a celebrity in the capital, and he does not have any official status, but many officials will curry favor when they see him, because many people know that some inconvenient things for His Royal Highness the Grand Prince are handled by him.

However, such a more powerful figure than the prime minister's butler, even if he was soaked by the cold summer rain, he did not dare to sit in the carriage to avoid the rain, and stood outside the carriage honestly with a slightly bent over, with an extremely humble attitude.

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