(It feels a bit abrupt not to write about the battle at Chunfengting. This chapter is just a brief write-up to help you recall it. You can skim through some and read the rest.)
In addition to the battles between battlefields, killings in the world are usually carried out at night, or on a rainy night, because there is no one at night, and the rain can wash away the pungent smell of blood. Also, patrols in the city on rainy days
The Yulin Army would choose to hide under a certain roof and take a nap while watching the rain.
Of course, if some big shot had given instructions to those Yulin troops, the killing would not have alarmed anyone.
The young man held an umbrella for the young man and was surrounded by more than 300 roaring gangsters from Chang'an City. Then, the young man drew his sword and the young man slashed with the knife.
The stagnant water on the ground was dyed red by blood, and the heavy rain quickly diluted the red water and flowed into the street drainage channels and into the underground drainage channels of Chang'an City.
The roar disappeared, leaving only moaning howls and heavy gasps of terror. Only more than fifty of the three hundred people died. The remaining people fled back to their homes as if they had met the legendary Hades, and even they
At this time, I made a noble-sounding decision. From now on, I will wash my hands of the deposit basin and no longer wander around in the world.
The young man watched them leave with a stern look. He swung his sword to wipe away the blood and rain mixed on the sword, sheathed the sword, glanced at the young man behind him while holding the long sword, and stepped into the courtyard of Chunfeng Pavilion.
That's where the real enemy is, and that's the most dangerous place tonight.
"This is my home, but there are two practitioners of the Dongxuan realm inside at this time, and there is a team of elite troops from the Tang Dynasty holding crossbows."
There are very few practitioners in the Dongxuan realm in the world, and with a team of elite Tang troops, the meaning of the young man's words is very clear. There is real danger inside. If you don't want to face the danger, it's still too late to leave now.
The young man wearing a black mask threw away the oil-paper umbrella he picked up and said, "Then drive them away, and you can treat me to a sip of hot tea."
The young man pushed the door open and entered with a knife.
Another round of killings continued, and the young man began to fight with the two practitioners, completely handing his body to the young man behind him. Tang Jun seized the opportunity, aimed at the young man, and pulled the trigger of the crossbow on his arm.
The sharp arrow shot out like a shooting star!
The young man promised the young man that he would not let anything except rain fall on him. If he could get five hundred taels of silver afterwards, he would definitely do this.
While the killings in Chunfengting Villa were going on, a carriage slowly stopped at the intersection of Henger Street. The smell of blood in the air, the manic breath of heaven and earth in the courtyard, the harsh sound of gold and iron intersecting, the murderous intention
Full of roars, none of these made the horse feel scared. It remained silent in the rain.
In the carriage, a fat young man in green clothes closed his eyes. His perception fell in the courtyard, watching the young man named Chao Xiaoshu piercing the magic bowl of the ascetic of the Moon Wheel Kingdom with his sword at high speed, watching Mo Mo
The Southern Jin swordsman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth to regain his breath, and stared at the masked warrior guarding Chao Xiaoshu.
Chunfeng Pavilion is dilapidated, and there are very few heavy rains in Chang'an City. Therefore, the drainage facilities of Chunfeng Pavilion are very backward, so the blood-stained water did not drain away quickly.
Although the masked boy is the woodcutter of Subi Lake, he is still a mortal, and his opponent is the elite troops of the Tang Dynasty. After he killed more than a dozen people, his physical strength was almost exhausted, and his current sword swing
, only supported by years of experience in killing people in Weicheng and his terrifying willpower.
Finally, when the alms bowl in front of the ascetic from Yuelun Kingdom was pierced by Chao Xiaoshu's sword, finally, Chao Xiaoshu's sword pierced the ascetic's forehead, and finally, a sword light broke the heart of the swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty.
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The leaders of the Tang army knew that after the two great practitioners died, whatever they did would be meaningless. Since it was meaningless, why did they die?
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Seeing the Tang army withdrawing, the young man took off the mask on his face, frowned as if complaining, and said: "This battle has lasted more than five hundred taels."
The young man smiled and said, "More money."
But at this moment, the carriage at the intersection of Heng Er Street began to move, and the squeaking sound of the wheels rolling over the bluestone road was so clear in this heavy rain night.
"I didn't expect him to come anyway."
"Who is it?"
"He has been an aide to the prince in recent years. His name is Wang Jinglue. In recent years, he has been said to be invincible below the level of knowledge. He has reached the peak of Dongxuan before he reached his thirties. Someone once said that in another forty years, he may be able to see the five realms.
the threshold above.”
"Very powerful?"
"I could kill him before, but now, he should be able to kill us, effortlessly."
"Where's your trump card?"
"I'm not sure at what moment that trump card will appear. Maybe he has appeared now, or maybe he will appear after my death. You go."
"What I, Ning Que, hate the most is people like you who are dying for defaulting on your debts. You won't leave without paying me."
After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled, got up in the rain, walked out of the courtyard and came to the street.
A carriage was slowly approaching them. When the rain fell on the carriage, it seemed as if it had encountered an invisible big umbrella and fell to both sides.
Ning Que felt that there was danger inside the carriage, and he subconsciously held his hand on the handle of the big black umbrella behind him.
"Who would have thought that a gang leader in Chang'an City would actually be a great swordsman in the Dongxuan realm or even a peak master. But even so, because your existence has harmed the interests of most people, you still have to die.
But I don’t think you’ll suffer a loss if you die at the hands of me, Wang Jinglue. Go on a good journey and pay homage to the gang leader.”
The sound inside the carriage disappeared, and a stream of light emitted from the carriage. In just an instant, it crossed the ten-foot-long rain curtain and arrived in front of Chao Xiaoshu, and this speed made Ning Que next to him unable to react at all.
Chao Xiaoshu resisted with his sword, but he had spent too much tonight, and his opponent was the invincible Wang Jinglue, who knew his fate. The stream of light hitting his sword was equivalent to a warrior wielding a giant hammer.
Hit his sword.
His body was instantly thrown away and fell to the ground. His hands were shaking, and so was his sword.
Ning Que had seen battles between practitioners, so he knew that an attack that could knock Chao Xiaoshu flying would not happen again soon.
He ran towards the carriage quickly, and at the same time he drew the boxwood hardwood bow very skillfully, and four feather arrows shot out instantly. These did not affect his running speed. Following closely, four more feather arrows shot out.
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When he was less than one foot away from the carriage, he drew his sword and jumped up to kill.
Ning Que was running very fast, and the extremely fast arrows he had shot before were only close to the carriage.
However, when the arrow tip came within an inch of the carriage, it stopped strangely, and then Ning Que also stopped strangely in the air.
Wang Jingqiu in the car smiled disdainfully, and waved his sleeves like a flicker of dust. Then, eight sharp arrows flew upside down, and Ning Que, who was slashing with the knife, also flew upside down.
Wang Jinglue stood up and rushed out of the carriage, turning a blind eye to Ning Que who was still in the air and not landing. He pointed at Chao Xiaoshu who was rising with the sword in his hand.
A stream of light formed again in the rainy night. It was hundreds of times more solid than the previous stream of light that knocked Chao Xiaoshu away. Wang Jinglue was also confident that this finger could kill Chao Xiaoshu.
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Suddenly, the rain stopped on Heng Er Street, and a young man in white clothes who was soaked by the water stood in front of Chao Xiaoshu at some point.
(It’s shameful that the chapter is out of context, we’ll see it again later.)