The five sword blades flew at a high speed in the rainy night, making a low and sharp whistling sound, like some strange musical instruments. Each of them occupied a space beside Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que, and then kept changing positions. Five streams of flowing light connected with each other and filled the courtyard space between the rain-splashed green branches and the puddled bluestone slabs.
The sword blades flew smoothly and gracefully in the rain. Sometimes they brushed the floor, splashed rainwater, sometimes they cut deep sword marks on the wall, and sometimes they flew over the bodies of the four soldiers who had been cut down by Ning Que, adding a few more bloody marks on them. The soldiers who were still alive would twitch when they were cut by the sword blades.
Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que stood in the invisible sword net made by the five sword blades. Every line of the net represented unstoppable and death. Whether it was the hard bluestone slabs, the rain-soaked walls, or the corpses of the Tang soldiers lying on the ground, they could not slow down or soften the lines.
The wind, the rain, and the night could enter, but no one could enter.
No one dared to step into the invisible net that covered a radius of 30 feet. Even the bravest elite of the Tang army would not force their way in, knowing that they would die. As for the sadhu and the long-robed swordsman in the Rain-savoring Building, their faces were pale, and they hurried to regulate their breath. The prayer beads in the copper bowl and the short sword with green light were floating quietly around them.
The long-robed swordsman from the South Jin Kingdom looked at Chao Xiaoshu in the rain with a shocked expression. He said bitterly, "I can't believe that a gang leader in Chang 'an … is a Great Sword Master at the upper level of Seethrough State, and even … is only one step away from the Knowing Destiny State. Is this the strength and foundation of the Tang Empire? However, you should know very well that killing you is the idea of the nobles of the Tang Empire. You can't win. The nobles have said that as long as you are willing to surrender, they will spare your life. "
Chao Xiaoshu raised his left hand and plucked a green leaf from his wet lapel. Then he looked up at the long-robed swordsman and said calmly, "You killed my brother. So whether you surrender or not, you must die."
The long-robed swordsman was silent.
The sadhu wearing a bamboo hat looked at Ning Que, who was standing beside Chao Xiaoshu. He looked at the black mask on his face and the familiar but slightly weird bun. He frowned and asked, "Young man, are you from the Yuelun Kingdom?"
Ning Que looked back at the sadhu in silence. He did not make any response, but he frowned slightly on his black mask.
Chao Xiaoshu looked at the elites of the Tang army at the other end of the courtyard. His eyes gradually turned cold and he said in a low voice, "One is a Great Sword Master from the South Jin Kingdom, the other is an ascetic monk from the Yuelun Kingdom, and you … are soldiers of the Tang Empire. For the sake of those so-called nobles, you actually colluded with foreigners. It's really shameful."
The leader of the Tang Army lowered his head slightly, as if he did not want to be blinded by the majestic rain, or was a little ashamed, unable to look at Chao Xiaoshu's cold and threatening eyes.
As long as there were strong cultivators participating in the battle, the whole battle must be controlled by the cultivator. Ordinary people like Ning Que and the elites of the Tang Army could only help from the side and could not influence the course of the battle. In a battle, cultivators' spirit, physical strength, and most importantly, Psyche Power were consumed extremely quickly. When they could not defeat the enemy with one blow, they often chose to retreat temporarily and adjust their breath. Previously, the Tang Army used the Shenhou Crossbow. Chao Xiaoshu was worried that Ning Que could not deal with it, so he took the risk to recall the sword pieces. That was the reason for the simple conversation in the rainy night.
"Let this matter end."
Chao Xiaoshu said this calmly and then raised his right arm to point at the direction of the Rain-tasting Tower. His state of strength was above the sadhu of the Yuelun Kingdom and the swordsman of the South Jin Kingdom, so he had the strength and the right to choose when to start the battle.
It was at this moment.
The five sword pieces shuttling and flying at high speed in the courtyard seemed to have heard a clear order. Their trajectory suddenly changed, and the whistling suddenly became sharper. They broke through the rainy night and stabbed at the Rain-tasting Tower!
The sadhu's face suddenly tightened and his eyes widened. His hands quickly changed the Emblematic Gesture between his knees. The copper bowl floating in front of him flew up to meet the enemy with a buzzing sound. The string of ironwood prayer beads also flew up and rotated at high speed around his body.
The swordsman of the South Jin Kingdom gave a muffled groan. His face was as pale as snow, but his lips were as red as blood. His Psyche Power entered the Breath of Nature inside and outside the Rain-tasting Tower through the acupoints of the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow, and controlled the azure dagger to fly up like lightning.
"Something's wrong!"
The sadhu's pupils suddenly shrank. Those gray sword shadows seemed indistinct under the cover of the majestic spring rain. It was not until the whistling flew to the Rain-tasting Tower that he saw clearly that there were only four, not five!
Where did the last sword piece go?
The sadhu wanted to remind the swordsman of the South Jin Kingdom beside him, but it was too late.
A very faint sword shadow quietly bypassed the eaves and beams of the Rain-tasting Tower, avoiding the perception of the two people in the tower. It slid down the wooden pillar, and then suddenly accelerated at the height of half a person, penetrating the extremely thick wooden pillar like a hot knife cutting through snow. The next moment, it appeared behind the head of the swordsman of the South Jin Kingdom!
The swordsman of the South Jin Kingdom felt the chill at the back of his head, and a great fear arose in his heart. His hands hanging outside his sleeves waved wildly. The azure dagger in the air suddenly stopped, but it could not save its master.
With a slight muffled sound, the sword piece pierced into the back of his head, and then pierced through his throat. With blood and flesh hanging on it, it flew out crookedly like a strange bloodthirsty worm!
The swordsman of the South Jin Kingdom stared at Chao Xiaoshu in the rain. He covered his bleeding throat and leaned back heavily. Until the moment of his death, he finally confirmed that his opponent's recovery speed was indeed far beyond his.
With its master dead, the azure dagger, which had lost the control of Psyche Power, fell into the rain, bounced twice, and then became motionless. The two sword shards that were fighting with the jade-green dagger whistled and combined with the other three sword shards, attacking the sadhu's body at high speed. They were just five extremely dim dots, but they were like a violent storm!
In the rain, the five sharp sword pieces kept colliding with the hard and heavy copper bowl, and with the high-speed dancing ironwood prayer beads. The crisp, harsh, and sonorous sounds intertwined, as if there was no interruption. The dandelion-like golden flowers around the sadhu bloomed from time to time, and were scattered by the cool wind from time to time.
In an instant, countless holes appeared on the sadhu's old monk's robe. Buddhist sadhu were not used to wearing soft armor to protect their bodies like ordinary cultivators. Blood seeped out of the holes, turning him into a bloody man.
Chao Xiaoshu looked at the Rain-savoring Building quietly. His hands hanging outside his sleeves did not move, but the five sword pieces in the building were like his five invisible fingers, plucking and plucking the strings of death from time to time.
Chao Xiaoshu's face, washed by the rain, was paler than before. He raised his eyebrows slightly and found that the sadhu's willpower was more determined than he had expected. He lifted the front lapel of his green robe, completely ignoring the rain of arrows around him and the elite soldiers of the Tang Army who were shouting and charging at him. He just sat down in the heavy rain.
He stood at the doorstep of his own mansion, staring at the enemy in his building. His sword-like eyebrows gradually became flat, and the five slender fingers of his right hand outside his sleeves suddenly tightened. With this action, the five unpredictable sword pieces in the building gathered with a shrill whistle, and once again condensed into one sword. Without any fancy moves, it directly pierced towards the copper bowl!
At this moment, on the other side of the wall, at the corner of the street that had been washed by the pouring rain until it was quiet and devoid of people, one of the two carriages finally began to move slowly. It drove towards the main gate of the Chao Manor. The sound of hooves and wheels was covered by the wind and rain without a trace.
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