In the blink of an eye, fourteen lightning-fast feathered arrows appeared in the air between the front gate of the Chao mansion and the carriage in the rain. These arrows flew past Chao Xiaoshu, piercing through the dense raindrops, and strangely avoided the obstruction of the burly coachman on the shaft of the carriage. Then, they left fourteen holes in the curtain of the carriage and whizzed through.
Xiao Kuyu frowned within the carriage. His old face, which had already been extremely distressed, now seemed even more haggard. He stared at the space in front of him, his body filling the carriage with what seemed to be an inexhaustible amount of psychic power, filling the carriage with a faint scent of orchids. It was a very strange scene in this orchid-like air.
The lightning-fast feathered arrows outside the carriage, once they neared the body of this old warrior, seemed to have entered a relatively static space. In an instant, they lost all their speed and became motionless objects!
The fourteen feathered arrows all strangely floated in the air, not a single one able to touch his simple clothes. One arrow floated in the air within the carriage, less than three inches away from Xiao Kuyu's tightly furrowed brows. Two arrows were motionless in front of him, and even more were suspended in front of his hands!
The motionless feathered arrows floated down lightly, like the rain outside the carriage, or more like tender green leaves that had been struck by the rain. No matter how sharp the arrowhead was, no matter how hard the shaft, once it lost the speed bestowed by the boxwood bow and the twisted tendon string, it lost all its lethality and fell at Xiao Kuyu's feet like garbage.
But in order to deal with these fourteen lightning-fast feathered arrows, even Xiao Kuyu, a warrior of the army, could not help but be affected. His psychic power over the control of the Qi of Heaven and Earth around the carriage began to show a slight flaw.
For someone like Chao Xiaoshu, any flaw in the enemy was an opportunity for him. He felt the layers of silk binding around his heart loosen a little, and the pain from the thousands of needles stabbing into his Sea of Qi lessened a little. His steady footsteps suddenly faltered, and with a clear whistle, his green robes fluttered in the wind. His entire body became like a falling leaf as he floated towards the carriage!
The tall and sturdy coachman on the shaft let out a muffled groan. The horsewhip in his hand, which was made of an unknown material, fiercely lashed out. His coarse clothes emitted a dim earthy yellow light. Obviously, he was a warrior.
An old and frail Psyche Master with a shockingly high cultivation state would definitely have close attendants with strong martial skills. Even Ning Que could think of this, so Chao Xiaoshu naturally would not miscalculate.
As the whip lashed down, the wind and rain dispersed. Chao Xiaoshu's soaked green robe billowed in the strong wind. At this moment, his body had already turned into a fallen leaf, dodging the attack with extreme gentleness and ease. The middle and index fingers of his left hand formed a sword sign and poked the body of the cart driver across the air. Where his fingertips pointed, a white line suddenly appeared amidst the scattered raindrops.
The driver groaned again and drew an arc in the air to smash the finger. When he was about to stop Chao Xiaoshu again, he was interrupted by a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.
He widened his eyes and looked down, only to see an ordinary-looking podao deeply inserted into his abdomen!
Ning Que, who was running and shooting arrows all the way in the rain, knew that the Psyche Master in the carriage and the coachman on the shaft were both cultivators. But he did not stop at all. He only ran to the front of the carriage a little later than Chao Xiaoshu. Then, he rolled on the ground and ducked under the two horses. He avoided the gaze of the cart driver and pulled out his podao.
He was under the horse's abdomen, but the podao in his right hand was held tightly from behind the horse's buttocks. From below the shaft of the carriage, he stabbed upwards. This insidious podao accurately avoided the soft armor that the other party might be wearing, and stabbed deeply into the other party's lower abdomen!
The blade entering the abdomen was not a fatal wound. Ning Que turned his wrist expressionlessly and twisted the podao in his hand. Suddenly, the internal organs of the cart driver's abdomen were twisted into a mess.
The coachman looked at the podao that kept twisting in his abdomen. His face was full of fear and despair, and his throat made a gurgling sound. The surface of the metal blade, which had been washed by the rain for a long time, was already cold, but he felt like it was burning hot.
Ning Que was not in the mood to appreciate his opponent's expression before his death. He put his palm on the shaft of the carriage and nimbly flipped his body, rushing past the side of the cart driver and closely following Chao Xiaoshu's figure into the mysterious carriage.
The curtains rose and the chilly spring rain poured in.
Chao Xiaoshu's face was pale, but his eyes were bright. He waved his hand to deflect the short cane that Xiao Kuyu had thrown at him.
Xiao Kuyu's expression suddenly changed. He gathered all the Psyche Power in his body, intending to kill this troublesome Jianghu character.
Ning Que ducked between Chao Xiaoshu's knees and fell forward with a muffled groan. The sharp point of the podao in his hand ruthlessly pierced the sole of Xiao Kuyu's foot.
Xiao Kuyu howled in pain like an old beast on the brink of death. Because of the sharp pain in the sole of his foot, his meditation was interrupted once again. But his withered palms were already spread open like cattail leaf fans, ready to strike down!
Chao Xiaoshu, expressionless, slammed his head into the old man's chest, breaking apart his opponent's concentrated Psyche Power. He pulled out a shiny dagger from his boot and ruthlessly stabbed it into the old man's neck!
Puff!
One stab.
Two stab.
Three stab.
Fourteen stab.
Chao Xiaoshu knelt on Xiao Kuyu's skinny body, his left hand pressing down on the old man's right shoulder and his right hand stabbing him with the sharp dagger. His face was expressionless. Blood sprayed on his green robe, turning into an inexplicable dark red flower.
Only when the old man's neck was only connected by a thin layer of skin and flesh, and even Lord Haotian could not revive him did Chao Xiaoshu withdraw the dagger in his hand and slowly stand up in the carriage.
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The other carriage at the mouth of the alley had not moved. It had been quietly parked in the boundless spring rain. Whether it was the massacre at the beginning, the fierce battle in Chao Manor, or the soul-stirring slaying of a Psychic with an arrow knife in the alley, none of it had moved the slightly plump young man in the carriage. He only stared quietly at his lotus-like fingers, lost in thought.
In the world of cultivators, there were a few universally recognized laws. A Psyche Master of the same state could basically sweep away a Sword Master or a Talisman Master of the same state, just like Lyu Qingchen, who could firmly suppress the abandoned disciple of the Academy at the entrance of the Northern Mountain Road. But the final result of tonight's battle was somewhat unexpected.
"Both of them are at the upper level of the Seethrough State, but a Great Sword Master killed a Psyche Master. It's really hard to understand. But Chao Xiaoshu, you are really amazing. A battle between cultivators has been forcibly fought out by you. "
Although the plump young man was young, he was already a Minister of Offerings in the Prince's Mansion. He silently admired Chao Xiaoshu's strength and vigor, but his eyes were still full of indifference. Previously, he did not want to fight, but he believed that as long as he fought, no matter how strong Chao Xiaoshu and the guy he had not seen were, they would only have a dead end.
Because he was … Wang Jinglue, invincible below the Destiny State.
"Let's go. Let me send this legend of the night of Chang 'an on his last journey."
Wang Jinglue gently rubbed his smooth and tender fingers and said with a smile. His words were full of strong confidence and a trace of excitement that could not be concealed. Every time he was about to kill a real powerhouse, he would be very excited.
The carriage did not move, and no one responded to his order. Wang Jinglue slightly frowned, and a few rare fine lines appeared on his tight and broad forehead. He squinted his eyes and felt the fluctuation of the primordial Qi around the carriage through the heavy curtain, but he did not find anything strange, nor did he find anyone spying on him in the alley.
There was only dead silence inside and outside the carriage, accompanied only by the sound of the rain. This young powerhouse, who was known as invincible below the Destiny State, had a strong feeling of danger, but he felt that this feeling of danger was unfounded. He sat quietly in the carriage for a long time, listening to the sound of the rain outside. Suddenly, he reached out and lifted the heavy curtain in front of him.
A corner of the curtain was lifted, and suddenly the corner of the curtain floated out. It floated half a foot away, and then lightly fell to the ground.
Wang Jinglue squinted at the corner of the curtain in the distance. He slightly bent his right finger, and the curtain in front of him swayed again. Then, unsurprisingly, it was cut again, and became a piece of cloth in the rain.
There seemed to be an invisible knife next to the carriage.
He did not feel any fluctuation of the cultivator's Psyche Power, but only a very slight change in the primordial Qi between heaven and earth the moment the curtain was cut and floated away. If he was not a powerhouse of the young generation of the Tang Empire, perhaps he would not even be able to detect the slight change in the primordial Qi of heaven and earth.
Thinking of a certain possibility, Wang Jinglue's face became slightly pale.
After a while, his pride finally won over his fear of the unknown. With a muffled groan, his ten chubby fingers bloomed like an overfed white lily. A strong wave instantly invaded from the inside of the carriage to the outside, shaking the windows and doors open. Then, with a clear cry, he was about to leap out of the carriage.
But the next moment, he stopped in an extremely embarrassing manner, turning into a stone statue in the rain.
The entire alley had become another world. His attempt to break out of the encirclement had directly triggered the dangerous Qi between heaven and earth. The rainwater that had accumulated on the bluestone ground began to tremble violently, jumping into the air from time to time and then falling, just like the crazy dance of men and women in the Spring Festival of the Great River Kingdom!
And the night sky above the alley had become Master Haotian's magical workshop, and all the raindrops falling from the night sky had become sharp and unstoppable little knives!
Countless raindrops fell from the night sky like countless sharp knives, landing on the carriage in the alley, landing on the carriage board, shattering the carriage board into pieces, landing on the shaft of the carriage, turning the shaft into wood powder, landing on the bodies of the two fine horses in front of the shaft. The horses didn't even have the chance to make a sound before they were instantly cut into meat paste by the raindrops!
Thousands of drops of spring rain fell into the alley, and everything around the carriage disintegrated in the rain. Strangely, the rain that fell into the carriage was as gentle as a real spring rain. It hit Wang Jinglue's pale cheeks, but did not leave a single trace of blood.
In the rain, Wang Jinglue looked extremely embarrassed, sitting miserably on the only remaining piece of the carriage board under him. His clothes had long been soaked, and a few strands of wet hair hung weakly on his forehead. He looked up at the falling raindrops in the night sky with some confusion, and his body began to tremble violently uncontrollably, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or because of fear.
With great difficulty, he lowered his head to look at the four alleys in the night around him. He looked at the dancing rainwater on the ground in the alleys and looked at the faint word "well" formed by the four alleys and rainwater. His pale lips quivered slightly as he muttered to himself, "That's right.
"Well Fu?"
Rainwater dripped from his wet hair on his forehead. Wang Jinglue turned his head in a daze, searching for traces of the enemy in the rainy night. His usual pride and confidence had long turned into despair and fear. He suddenly coughed violently, bent over, and patted the rainwater around him with his hands. He cried like a bullied child,
"Impossible! How could there be a Divine Talisman Master! "
"Who drew this talisman!"
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