Nightfall

Seeing that the usual brave subordinates were shot by the middle-aged man with a slight wave of sleeves, watching the other side get closer and closer, South City, Monarch, Junsuke, and Cat Uncle, who swayed the night in South City West City. The body began to tremble slightly, unable to suppress the desire to retreat strongly.

However, I thought of the real nobles standing behind me, and I thought of the two real strongmen in the house. They bit their teeth and made the most screaming scream: “Everyone rushed to kill him! Flying axe!”

Li Wei reverberated in the streets of the Spring Wind Pavilion all around, it is very strange that he heard the words of his death, those who rushed Yu Yong with a steel knife screaming forward to use the fastest The speed spread, and I was desperately away from Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que. The crowd in front of the crowd spread out, revealing two rows of strong men – those with a rough cloth belt around the waist and four small axes in the cloth belt. Holding two small axes, I am about to cast!

Great Tang is a folk style, and there is a sigh of enthusiasm between the ruling and the wild. Therefore, Chang An is not allowed to carry a sword. Even if it is a weapon such as plain and simple blade, as long as you don’t hang around in the lively city, the official will not I am in charge of you, but the long-range weapon control such as bow and arrow is stricter, especially the huge fordable power, and it is strictly forbidden to have private ownership. In this case, dozens of flying axe will become The most terrifying means!

The rainy night struck until this time, the calm expression on Chao Xiaoshu’s face changed for the first time. He looked at the two rows of flying axe under the wall, and fearless fear, even the vigilance did not, just slightly frowned, it seems Just felt a little trouble, shaking his head and saying: “You know what to do.”

This sentence is naturally said to Ning Que, but Ning Que… I don’t know what to do at this time. If the other’s flying axe flies like a raindrop, he believes he can escape, but he also believes that Chao Xiaoshu is Before killing or defeating all the enemies, he would not choose to leave. At this moment, he looked at the back of Chao Xiaoshu and suddenly remembered the battle at the North Mountain Crossing. He remembered the words that Lu Qingchen had said, and his eyes flashed a different touch. color.

As if to hear the shocking sound in his mind, Chao Xiaoshu’s thin green steel sword slammed and slammed at a high speed, shaking the blood of the sword into a powder, and then The slamming sound disappeared, turning into a gray shade and tearing the rain curtain, flying to the two rows of flying axe hands!

Like a grayish stream, it is a swift sword, the sword is subtle, and the sword edge is there. Those who disturb the spring dream seem to hang through the raindrops in the night sky, piercing the raindrops. The layer of skin, piercing its heart, and then running through, piercing the outermost layer of the body, and then piercing its flesh and bone, and then running out, clasping the fingers of the axe handle like a section of the shackles Then the spits out of the blood!

In front of the wall in the lane, I only heard the sound of the tip of the sword piercing the raindrops. The sound of the fingers was cut off. It was impossible to count how many fingers clasping the handle of the axe were scattered together with the raindrops. The heavy axe has landed one after another, screaming on the ground full of rain, and finally it is countless miserable!

There are two axemen who responded the fastest and fastest. At the beginning of the Spring Wind Pavilion, the axe in the hand has been thrown, but at the next moment, the smudged sword shadow After passing their wrists, they only saw a glimpse of blood. They threw their hands together with the axe, and then painted the blood of the road, and it fell to the ground not far away. The picture looked abnormally bloody. !

The Spring Wind Pavilion under the night rain was dead, Chao Xiaoshu stood in the rain, watching all around hundreds of Chang An City gangs, watching his flying swords, when it was hidden, it was a horrible look. Not moving.

South City, the old man, pale, shaking, pointing Chao Xiaoshu outside the pavilion, screaming like a mad woman: “Chao Xiaoshu !…Chao Xiaoshu !Chao Xiaoshu How can you be … Cultivator! You… how can you be a Great Sword Master !”

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“What kind of person do you need around you?”

“Quick enough to be brave enough, you can’t blink your eyes when you kill, you can’t let anything fall on me.”

Ning Que stared at the back of Chao Xiaoshu, watching the middle-aged man hanging over the azure clothes. The hands outside the thin sleeves shivered slightly, and the body couldn’t help feeling a little stiff. The thin sword turned into a silent gray shadow. Proving his guess, he finally understood the previous conversation at The Shop.

In the battle at the North Mountain Crossing, the Academy Abandoned Great Sword Master was surrounded by a Martial Artist. After Lu Qingchen used the trick to kill the Great Sword Master, he killed the Martial Artist in the first place, precisely because of Sword. Master Psyche Master This type of Cultivator is most afraid of being close to being killed in the battle, just like the Spring Wind Pavilion, which is finally showing its true strength.

At this moment, Chao Xiaoshu’s heart, Primordial Qi, is all attached to the unseen flying sword. It seems to be powerful enough. However, the sword is no longer in hand. He has lost all his defense ability. If someone else can breakthrough at this time. Putting a flying sword, or quietly approaching him to launch a sneak attack, he will be in great danger.

Presumably Chao Xiaoshu In those sinister battles in the past, there must be some rumors of the extremely fierce brother who is close to the waiter, but tonight his brothers are locked in their camps by the government, so he needs to find someone and find a Can be trusted and powerful enough to protect his close security.

So in the spring rain of the patter, he went to the 40 7th Lane, walked into the selling shop called Lao Puzhai, stood on the wet floor outside the cockroach, and looked at the young lang who was sighing and eating noodles. Smile said:

“I am going to kill.”

“I need someone around me.”

Chao Xiaoshu only knows what kind of things Ning Que has done, but he doesn’t know what kind of person he is, but he seems to arbitrarily entrust his safety and even life to him. There is no doubt that this is a gamble. .

This gamble, or trust, makes Ning Que feel a bit heavy on the shoulders. He is deep took a deep breath, right hand. The tiger’s mouth is slightly tight, and the handle is tilted back to the sky, and the plain and simple blade is pulled out slowly.

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The rain fell on the ground and was quickly stained by the dust that was normally accumulated. It gradually became a stream to the sewers on the street. It was quickly scented by the sludge of the year. It was the favorite environment of Chang An City mice. A rat with some furry festers slammed a human finger with two dirty black paws, excitedly biting, occasionally resting on the blood on the mane, in the high field of vision Those human strangles have nothing to do with it. It only hopes that the faint shadow can cut a few fingers, and hope that the rain can rush those fingers to the front of them. Vast Sky is blessing, and the food of a family these days depends on you. Rewarded.

With a bang, a scream of something screamed and squatted in front of the mouse, splashing all the sewage and blood. Vast Sky, I feel that I am too greedy, so I am going to kill me? The mouse ran away in horror, and when he was about to get into the rat hole at the foot of the courtyard wall, some reluctantly turned round and looked at the finger that was about to be smashed into a white bone, and then decided to drill into it. It looked at it carefully and found that the thing that splashed the rain and blood was a human head, and it would regret its decision.

When the mouse drilled out of the rat hole, there was no way to regret it. When it was stepped into the meat by the hard Tang Military boots, I wondered if its regret could not tell the taste of the meat of the same kind of people.

A Tang Military elite soldier slowly recovered the foot of the military boots, looked at the flesh-and-blood mouse at the foot, listened to the sound outside the courtyard wall, slowly returned to the queue, and stroked the outside battle with his hand. Then Looked down at the arrow in his hand and confirmed that the rain did not cause the machine to spring out.

Dozens of Tang Military in dark ponchos stood silently behind the wall, holding arrows in their hands, and the dilapidated Spring Wind Pavilion all around the wall, but no one found them. These sergeants are silent like a group of stone carvings. Whether it is wind and rain or stifling, they can’t change the expression on their faces.

Behind these Tang Military elites, two people sat on the open wooden floor that was locked by layers of rain curtains. One person is a middle age person with a big eyebrow and a handsome white long shirt. On the wooden floor next to it, there is a small sword with a small size. The other person wears a hat and can’t see the face, but from the robes he wears, The broad and dirty pair of barefoot and the gongs under the rain in front of him should be Monk.

The long-shoulder swordsman looked at the silky rain curtain in front of him and said softly: “It is actually a Sword Master. No wonder we need to use two of us.”

Monk’s head bowed his head and did not speak. He listened to the faint flying sword coming from outside the wall, staring at the sound of the rain, staring at the copper cymbal under the wooden steps, watching the rain in the raft being disturbed by the new rain. Gradually I felt that my Ocean of Qi had become a little uneasy, so my head was lower, my fingers were slower and firmer to pull the iron rosary between the wrists.

This house is the capital of the Chaoyang, the Spring Wind Pavilion. The wooden building is the rain building. The Spring Wind Pavilion is a small building that listens to the rain when you are free to play. And these two strong men are waiting for him to go home.

On the other side of the courtyard, there is two Horse-drawn Carriage parked at the entrance of the spring rain. The horses in front of the horse are drunk by the rain, and sometimes they want to make a nasal spray but can’t make a sound. Wanting to smash the front hoof but not dare to move, a Horse-drawn Carriage is dead, and another Horse-drawn Carriage has a low coughing sound from time to time.

No one knows who is in the two Horse-drawn Carriage, but if Chao Xiaoshu can see the middle-aged Fatty standing next to the Horse-drawn Carriage, you can guess that the person in the carriage is not a normal person. The seemingly ordinary middle-aged fatty is not a celebrity in Chang An City. He does not have any official status. However, many officials see that he will be pleased, because many people know that some of the Prince’s Highness is not convenient. Everything is handled by him.

However, such a person who is more powerful than the prime minister, Stewart, is soaked by the cold spring rain, and does not dare to sit in the carriage to avoid the rain, slightly bent and standing outside the carriage, the attitude is extremely humble.

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