Acting for the gods

Chapter 457

"Your question is that there is no date for return, and the night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond."

"Why cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan."

On the shore of Yanming Lake, Baiyang Villa.

It was raining continuously at night outside the window, and Jiang Fan in the room wrote "Night Rain Sending North" with pen and ink.

After signing the payment and receiving the pen, Jiang Fan looked towards the east: "The wind is very noisy tonight!"

He could sense the surging sword energy from the Spring Breeze Pavilion, but he hadn't felt the sword intent of the "Holy Spirit Sword Art" yet.

It seems that Chao Xiaoshu is still in the process of fishing enforcement.

Spring Pavilion.

"Whoosh whoosh!!"

Dozens of throwing axes pierced through the air and arrived accompanied by the whistling of wind and clouds.

Looking at the shadows of axes flying in the sky, Chao Xiaoshu's expression froze slightly, and the green steel sword in his hand vibrated at a terrifying speed with a "buzz", shaking all the rainwater and blood on the sword into dust .

Then with a sound of "咻", it turned into a gray streamer and tore through the rain curtain, knocking down the flying axes one by one.

A throwing ax fell on the hard bluestone slab on the ground, making a crackling sound at the same time.

The green steel sword had already turned into a gray streamer, quickly shuttled through the raindrops, and flew towards the two rows of flying axemen in front, piercing through their flesh and drawing bloody lines.

One after another, the heads of the people were decapitated, and the picture looked extremely bloody!
Seeing that hundreds of people were beheaded by Chao Xiaoshu like chopping melons and vegetables, Master Meng from Nancheng paled and pointed at Chao Xiaoshu outside the pavilion tremblingly: "Chao Xiaoshu, you are... Great Sword Master!"

Chao Xiaoshu didn't explain, and the response to Master Meng was to cut his throat with a sword.

"Fire arrows!"

Dozens of elite soldiers of the Tang Army wearing dark ponchos fired a volley of crossbows, regardless of whether they would accidentally injure the people in the arena who were still fighting.

"Whoosh whoosh~"

Dense and sharp clusters of arrows whizzed out and shot into the crowd, making a piercing scream.

Chao Xiaoshu looked indifferent, the flying sword in his hand turned into eight, and the eight swords flew together, twisting all these arrows into pieces.

Those Tang soldiers who tried to get close were cut to pieces by the whirling sword.

"Chao Xiaoshu is indeed a cultivator, and it seems that his realm is not low. He can fly all eight swords together and has reached the peak of Dongxuan. Now the situation is tricky!"

In the attic, the long-clothed swordsman with clear eyes frowned slightly.

He was the Southern Jin swordsman who beheaded Zall back then, and he was also a great swordsman himself.

"Chao Xiaoshu is a formidable enemy, it seems that we have to make an early move."

Outside the courtyard wall on the other side, at the entrance of the alley where the spring rain was pattering, a dignified sound came from a carriage.

The person who spoke was none other than the No.1 Wang Jinglue under Zhiming.

Originally, he disdained to join hands with those Jianghu people, but seeing that Chao Xiaoshu could control the eight swords flying together, he knew that his chances of winning against the enemy alone were not high, so he planned to make a move in advance.

But at this time, the people who came to intercept Chao Xiaoshu were already dead, and they were terrified by Chao Xiaoshu's killing.

"Run!"

The people in the rivers and lakes who were full of shock could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts. Someone in the crowd uttered a shout, and the rest of the crowd dispersed.

Chao Xiaoshu did not pursue because these people were not his target.

At this time, a carriage moved forward slowly.

The Southern Jin swordsman on the attic also drew his dagger and jumped onto the bloody street.

Chao Xiaoshu looked at the dagger beside the Southern Jin swordsman, who was about to sing lightly, and said thoughtfully: "You are from the Southern Jin Jiange, you killed my brother, tonight, you must die."

Raising his right arm and pointing at Xiaoshu, the Qinggang Sword suddenly let out a shrill howl, piercing through the air like lightning!

The Southern Jin swordsman's pupils shrank sharply, and he snapped and flicked the middle finger of his right hand. The short sword beside him that was about to come out let out a clear sound, and came out of its sheath, turning into a blue light to protect his body.

However, the target of Xiaoshu's attack was not him, but the people in the carriage slowly driving in the rain.

Chao Xiaoshu had been watching the movement around him vigilantly, and if there was a slight fluctuation in the vitality of the sky above, he knew that the people in the carriage were about to make a move.

Although Chao Xiaoshu didn't know who was sitting in the carriage, but he could sense that the threat from the person inside was far higher than that Southern Jin swordsman.

"Whoosh!"

The gray sword shadow pierced through the air, but saw countless water splashes in the air, quickly gathering into a wall of water.

"Master Da Nian!"

Seeing that his flying sword was resisted by the water wall, Chao Xiaoshu's expression became serious.

At the same level, the strength of the Nianshi should be higher than that of the swordsman.

If a swordsman wants to defeat a Psychic of the same level, he must interrupt the opponent's meditation to have a chance.

Wang Jinglue looked at the opening in the car curtain that was torn open by the sword energy, and he also felt lingering fear. Looking at Chao Xiaoshu in the rainy night, he said coldly, "You seem to be about to cross that threshold, but it's a pity that you met me."

"Who am I? It's you, Wang Jinglue. You also want to take this muddy water?"

Through the curtain of the carriage blown away by the wind, Chao Xiaoshu recognized the person in the carriage as Wang Jinglue.

Wang Jinglue is considered a genius. He entered the first stage at the age of four, entered the perception at the age of six, was not confused at the age of 11, and became a master at the age of 16.

Next, it took Wang Jinglue a few years to climb from the lower rank of Dongxuan to the upper rank of Dongxuan. In his early twenties, he made a huge name, and he was regarded as the top practitioner of the younger generation in the Tang Kingdom.

He was only a step away from knowing his fate. He fought for half his life without a single defeat, so he earned the title of "Invincible Wang Jinglue below knowing his fate".

"Chao Xiaoshu, do you have any last words?"

Wang Jinglue's face was indifferent. As a mind teacher, he could use his mind power to kill people across the air. With the swordsmen of the Southern Jin Dynasty delaying, he didn't have to worry about being interrupted by Chao Xiaoshu. He thought he had the chance to win.

"Chao Xiaoshu, don't blame us for bullying the few, just blame you for blocking the prince's way."

The swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty said coldly, turned his wrist, and pointed his index finger and middle finger into a sword formula, pointing at Chao Xiaoshu.

The dagger that had just danced half a circle around him turned abruptly, turning into a blue light and piercing towards Xiaoshu's face.

At the same time, Wang Jinglue used the power of his thoughts to attract the rainwater between the sky and the earth, turning it into a rain curtain covering the whole sky, covering all the vital parts of Chao Xiaoshu's body.

"Wang Jinglue, that's all, Jianba!"

Holding the flying green steel sword in both hands, Chao Xiaoshu leaned forward slightly, seemingly slow but actually faster than a galloping horse, took a step forward with his right foot, and his whole body spun like a spinning top.

The extremely sharp green steel sword instantly turned into countless blue afterimages, roaring towards it!

"Chichi!!"

The sword energy howled, cut off the dagger of the Southern Jin swordsman, and sank into his body.

The Southern Jin swordsman's face turned pale, he groaned, blood gushed out wildly, staggered back a few steps, and looked at the several deep bloody openings on his chest.

"You are……"

His face was full of disbelief, he couldn't believe that he would be so vulnerable, and he fell to the ground unwillingly before he finished speaking.

Wang Jinglue's expression changed drastically, Chao Xiaoshu's sword energy aggressively tore through the defenses in front of him.

"Stab!"

Sword Qi shot out one after another, and the car curtain in front of him swung again. Under the splitting of the sword Qi, it turned into pieces of cloth in the rain.

Wang Jinglue's face turned slightly pale, and with a muffled snort, the ten chubby fingers of both hands bloomed like over-nourished white lilies, and even greater thoughts surged up.

The sword energy collided with the thought force, shaking all the windows and doors open.

Wang Jing slightly groaned, then fled out of the car, looked at Chao Xiaoshu standing proudly, thought of a certain possibility, and his heart trembled slightly.

"Have you already taken that step?"

"I'm lucky. I met a noble person. It's unlucky for you!"

He smiled at Xiaoshu, showing his white teeth.

In Wang Jinglue's eyes, it was no different from a devil's smile.

(End of this chapter)