Chao Xiaoshu's one sword turned into five.
Three sword blades whistled as they bypassed the copper alms bowl and shot towards the sadhu's body. The other two sword blades did not return to their own bodies. Instead, they completely ignored the swordsman's cyan light dagger and pierced towards his face!
Even though it was a battle between cultivators, the middle-aged man in the cyan robe was still imbued with the fierceness and cruelty of Jianghu in Chang 'an: If you kill me, you will die. I have practiced in Jianghu in Chang' an for many years and am not afraid of death. You have practiced under the protection of famous mountains and great rivers for many years. Are you afraid of death?
The swordsman in the cyan robe was afraid of death. With a pale face, he put his fingers together to make a sword gesture and forcibly recalled the green-light dagger that had just flown half an arrow away. At the most dangerous moment, he deflected the two sword pieces that were attacking his eyes. This action made his right hand tremble slightly, and blue veins could be vaguely seen on the back of his white hand.
The sadhu next to him looked solemnly at the three sword pieces that were attacking his body. It was too late to recall the heavy copper bowl to protect himself. He clumsily uttered a vague word, and the prayer beads on his left hand floated up and whirled around his body. Sparks splashed everywhere. In an instant, he did not know how many times he had collided with the three sword pieces that were moving strangely!
The sword shadow broke through the air, the copper bowl swayed the water, and the green-light dagger stabbed at the mansion gate. The gray sword shadow turned into five sword pieces, and the green-light dagger flew back like lightning. The prayer beads floated in the air to protect it. Every part contained terrible dangers. If one part was not handled properly, one of the three strongmen would bleed and die.
In the world of the strongmen, the scale of time was different. This seemingly complicated, dangerous, and long process was only a very short moment in the real world. At that time, the water splashed out of the copper bowl was still turning into pieces of colored glass in the air and had not fallen down. The rain in the courtyard was still slowly weaving a curtain of rain. However, the Tang elites with crossbows did not react at all.
Tut! Tut! Tut!
The Tang elites reacted as quickly as possible and pulled the trigger quickly. Dozens of arrows were shot at the mansion gate with a strong sound of breaking through the air. At this time, the five sword pieces were fighting with the two cultivators in the Rain-savoring Building. Chao Xiaoshu had no ability to protect himself and could only be shot like a hedgehog by those crossbow arrows.
At this moment, when the crossbow arrows were about to reach Chao Xiaoshu, a snow-white knife light illuminated the courtyard, and the layers of rain curtain were clearly illuminated, and the dense crossbow arrows were all swept away!
The soles of Ning Que's boots stepped into the puddles at the front door of the Chao Mansion, as if they had been nailed into the ground. His hands, which were holding the hilt of the long knife, were as firm as steel. Ning Que did not know when he had moved to the front of Chao Xiaoshu. The muscles on his wrists and forearms tightened and relaxed at an unimaginable speed, causing the bright podao to spin rapidly around his wrists. It turned into a silver round shield, illuminating the old black mask on his face and shaking off the dense crossbow bolts.
At this moment, the teenager, who had experienced countless life and death battles over the years, perfectly displayed the sense of danger and judgment that had been honed by those great terrors. Those seemingly extremely dangerous crossbow bolts brushed past his earlobes, penetrated the hem of his clothes, and fiercely stabbed into the cracks of the rain-soaked bluestone slabs, not causing any damage.
Following this order, the elite soldiers of the Tang Army who had fired a round of arrows were divided into two groups. One group quickly pulled the reins and loaded the arrows, while the other group of soldiers pulled out the steel sabers from their waists and silently rushed toward the main gate of the Chao Mansion.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! An ace of the Tang army stepped on the wet ground as if he had followed the last round of crossbow bolts. When he was still some distance away from the mansion gate, he roared and leaped high with a knife in his hands, chopping down at Ning Que's head with an unstoppable momentum.
The rainy night was dark and deep, and there was a faint light in the building. When the saber was raised, the blade reflected the light, and when it moved, it became a smooth surface. If the saber light disappeared without a trace, then there was only one possibility, and that was that the saber was currently in a stationary state.
The ordinary podao in his hand was now stuck in the neck of the Tang expert, the podao deeply wedged about half the distance between the neck and the neck.
The blade cut through the skin and was tightly clamped by the bone and flesh. Blood gushed out from the tiny cut and was quickly washed away by the rain. Ning Que's left hand was holding the bottom end of the hilt and his right hand was holding the hilt backwards. He slightly lowered his head and looked at a droplet of rain splashing on the bluestone, maintaining the posture of bending his knees and turning his waist.
Time seemed to stop at this moment, but it would not really stop. Ning Que pulled his left arm as fast as lightning, and the blade made a painful sound on the neck of the Tang ace. It was the sound of the metal rubbing against the strong neck bones. As the ace fell down with his eyes wide open, Ning Que held the hilt tightly with his left hand and pushed forward. The blade suddenly jumped up with the rain and pierced the throat of the second enemy.
He crossed his hands to hold the long hilt of the plain knife. His footsteps were like a leopard in the grass, leaping and evading in an extremely small range. Ning Que cut horizontally and cut down the enemy coming from the left. Then he turned around and suddenly exerted his strength. The blade cut through the curtain of rain, cut off the blade that came from the night, and cut off half of the shoulder of the fourth enemy.
As soon as they met, four elite soldiers of the Tang Army died under his knife. Blood sprayed everywhere from their broken bodies, which seemed to be denser than the rain. Ning Que kept his promise and did not let a single person or arrow hurt Chao Xiaoshu's body. As for the increasingly majestic rain, it was not something he cared about.
The three cultivators were engaged in a life-and-death battle with the Qi of Heaven and Earth as the stage. The elite soldiers of the Tang army thought that they had seized the best opportunity to strike. However, they did not expect that the lad standing silently behind Chao Xiaoshu was such a fierce character. Perhaps they were shocked by Ning Que's sharp and strange bladesmanship. The black mask in the eyes of the elite soldiers of the Tang army became a little scary, and they subconsciously slowed down their steps.
Ning Que held the cutlass with both hands. His black mask, which had been soaked by the rain, rose and fell slowly. He frowned.
The Tang Army was the most disciplined and powerful army in the world. The soldiers who appeared in Chao Mansion tonight were the elite soldiers of the Tang Army. No matter how powerful and terrible the enemy was, as long as the superior did not give the order to retreat, they would not retreat. As long as there was no military order, even if there was a bottomless abyss in front of them, they would bravely rush over and would never slow down their steps.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. Three extremely subtle sounds of springs were heard. The heavy rain fell down and hit the roof of the Rain-savoring Building. The hard bluestone slabs made a thunder-like sound, which successfully covered the three subtle sounds.
But Ning Que did not relax. He stared at the elite soldiers of the Tang Army who seemed to be afraid and defeated. He held the hilt of his cutlass tightly and listened attentively to any sound in the rainy night. Therefore, he captured the three subtle sounds of springs at the first moment and made his own judgment at the same time: Shenhou Crossbow!
Shenhou Crossbow was the most terrifying weapon carried by individual soldiers of the Tang Army. It had a built-in crossbow box and could shoot ten crossbow bolts at one time. What was more terrifying was that the springs of the Shenhou Crossbow were specially designed to shoot crossbow bolts at an extremely fast speed. This kind of weapon had created countless glories in the history of the Tang Empire's conquest of the world. It was a pity that the special steel needed to make the Shenhou Crossbow was gradually withdrawn from the standard equipment of the Tang Army. Unexpectedly, it appeared tonight.
The elite soldiers of the Tang Army who were lying in ambush in Chao Mansion did not use the Shenhou Crossbow at first because they did not have the confidence to kill Chao Xiaoshu in a good state with the Shenhou Crossbow. And the teenager wearing the black mask was not worth using the Shenhou Crossbow to deal with. They had wanted to use ordinary crossbow bolts with the sadhu and the long-robed swordsman to gradually exhaust Chao Xiaoshu's strength and finally use the Shenhou Crossbow to launch a fatal blow. But the situation at present did not allow them to do so. Because without the Shenhou Crossbow, they could not even kill the teenager wearing the black mask, let alone Chao Xiaoshu.
A drop of rain the size of a soybean fell from the top of the black mask to the bottom. In such a short period of time, Ning Que had understood so many things. At the same time, his left hand had already quietly left the slender hilt and reached behind him. His fingertips were about to touch the big black umbrella wrapped in coarse cloth.
He was not one of those powerful cultivators. He was just an ordinary teenager. Although countless bloody battles had made him somewhat extraordinary, he still did not have the confidence to deal with the Shenhou Crossbow with just the podao in his hand.
At this moment, a series of subtle but crisp sounds rang out in the Chao Mansion in the rain. These sounds were more crisp than the sound of raindrops falling on the strings of a zither, and faster than the wild bees dancing in the air when the most mysterious zither player plucked them.
Ding ding ding ding … Ding ding ding … Ding ding ding … Ding ding!
Five extremely dim sword shadows had quietly returned from the Rain-savoring Building. They shuttled back and forth in the courtyard at high speed like wild bees, weaving an impenetrable net. As if they had intelligence, they accurately captured the shooting trajectory of each crossbow bolt from the Shenhou Crossbow, intercepting all the ten crossbow bolts and knocking them away one by one!
Chao Xiaoshu stood in the rain. His slightly pale face showed no emotion except calmness. His right hand, which was hanging outside his sleeve, slowly opened. The five sword fragments flew back to him with a whooshing sound, enveloping the surroundings and flying at high speed. The rainwater around the two was cut by the aura of the sword fragments, revealing streaks of white lines.
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