I have a role in the heavens

The long-robed swordsman was naturally afraid of death. His face turned slightly pale, and he pointed his sword skills and forcefully recalled the blue-light dagger that had just flown out of the distance. At the most dangerous moment, he knocked away two swords. The sword piece that hit his eyes made his right hand tremble slightly, and veins loomed on the back of his white hand.

The ascetic monk next to him had a solemn expression. He looked at the three sword fragments that were attacking his body. It was too late to recall the heavy copper bowl to protect his body. He shouted loudly, and the string of rosary beads on his left hand floated up and surrounded him. His body whirled and spun, and sparks flew everywhere, instantly colliding with the three sword pieces with strange traces countless times!

The shadow of the sword came through the air, the copper bowl rose from the water, the green light dagger pierced the door, the gray sword shadow turned into five sword pieces, the blue light dagger escaped with lightning, and the rosary beads were suspended to protect, every link They all contain extremely terrifying dangers. As long as they are not handled properly, some of these three strong men will be splattered with blood.

The time scale is different in the world of the strong. This seemingly complicated, dangerous and long process is only a very short moment in the real world. The arrows shot by the elites of the Tang Army have not yet reached Chao Xiaoshu.

sudden! sudden! chug! At this time, the five sword fragments were fighting with the two practitioners in Tingyu Tower. Chao Xiaoshu had no ability to protect himself, and he could only be shot into a hedgehog by those crossbow arrows.

Suddenly, the raindrops falling in the middle of the sky stagnated in mid-air, then accumulated energy and shot out violently, like steel ball cannonballs, shooting at these flying arrows.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff!"

The raindrops shattered and continuously hit the arrows, turning these sharp weapons that were feared on the battlefield into pieces and scattered on the wet ground.

"Attack!"

An elite leader of the Tang Army shouted sharply. Following this order, the elite soldiers of the Tang Army who had fired a round of crossbow arrows were divided into two groups. One group quickly pulled the spring to load the arrows, and another ten soldiers pulled out the steel knives from their waists and silently rushed towards the small tree.

Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick! A master of the Tang Army kicked the wet ground with his feet, as if he was rushing over with the last round of crossbow arrows. He was still some distance away from the small tree. He heard a violent roar and jumped up high with swords in both hands. With an irresistible force, it slashed down on the top of the small tree.

Behind Chao Xiaoshu, Zhao Wuhao, who was leaning against the door frame, had a look of helplessness and regret on his face. His eyes were slightly narrowed with a bit of cold light. He looked at the elite Tang army who launched another attack in Yeyu Alley and sighed softly. road.

"Why seek death?"

"After all, I finally met a generous and kind-hearted person. By chance, he gave me a house and allowed me to establish myself in Chang'an City. I can't let you kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wuhao moved his fingers slightly, and traces appeared in the void. The combination changed and turned into a rune. Zhao Wuhao pointed his finger, and the runes merged into the wind and rain, and countless raindrops gathered into a rune. A series of transparent arrows shot out instantly, across the void, piercing the figures one after another. The blood flowed, dyeing the rain alley red, bright red and gorgeous.

Three cultivators were fighting a life-and-death battle using the vitality of heaven and earth as the stage. The elite Tang army thought they had captured the best opportunity to attack, but they did not expect that there was a cultivator hidden in the secret who actually used rain as arrows. The arrow took them all away ruthlessly, and they were wiped out in one wave without any resistance.

Five extremely dim sword shadows returned silently at some point, flying like wild bees at high speeds, weaving into an airtight net, facing the small tree standing in the rain, a trace of surprise flashed across its slightly pale face. His right hand hanging outside his sleeve slowly opened, and the five sword blades flew back to him with a swishing sound, whizzing around and flying at high speed. The rain around him was cut by the breath of the sword blades, and cuts were cut. Showing white lines.

The five sword pieces flew at high speed in the rainy night, emitting a sometimes low and sometimes sharp whistle, like some kind of strange musical instrument. They each occupied a space next to the small tree, and then kept rotating their positions. The five streams of light were connected one after another. , weaving all the space between the green branches beaten by rain and the bluestone slabs where water accumulated.

Chao Xiaoshu stood in the invisible sword net woven by five sword pieces. Every line woven into this net represented the unstoppable edge and death, whether it was a hard bluestone slab, Neither the walls soaked by rain nor the body of Tang Jun lying on the ground could make those lines any slower or gentler.

The ascetic monk and the swordsman in long robes, with pale faces, were in a hurry to regulate their breathing. The copper bowl rosary beads and the green light dagger were floating quietly around them.

The long-robed swordsman from the Southern Jin Dynasty looked at Chao Xiaoshu in the rain with a horrified expression, a hint of bitterness appeared on his face, and he said in a deep voice.

"I didn't expect that a gang leader in Chang'an City was a top-level swordsman in Dongxuan. He was only one step away from entering the realm of knowing fate. Could this be the strength and heritage of the Tang Empire! But you should know very well that I will kill you. This is what you, the nobles of the Tang Dynasty, think. You can’t win. The nobles have said that as long as you are willing to surrender, you will be spared."

He raised his left hand towards the small tree and picked off a piece of green leaf that had fallen on his clothes that was soaked through. Then he raised his head and looked at the long-robed swordsman and said calmly.

"If I were willing to be a dog, there wouldn't be this siege."

Chao Xiaoshu looked at the corpse of the Tang Army elite lying in the rain alley, his eyes were a little dim, and he said with a sigh,

"One is the great swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty, the other is the ascetic monk of the Yuelun Kingdom, and these are our soldiers of the Tang Dynasty. For the sake of the lives of those so-called powerful people, they actually colluded with foreigners and all died here. I really feel uncomfortable. value."

"Many people have died in this incident, and it should be over!"

Chao Xiaoshu said this calmly, and then raised his right arm and pointed at the two of them. His level of strength was higher than that of the ascetics of the Yuelun Kingdom and the swordsmen of the Southern Jin Dynasty, so he had the strength and qualifications to choose when to start the war.

That's it. The five sword pieces flying in the void at high speed seemed to hear a clear command. Their trajectory suddenly changed, and the whistle suddenly became sharper. The chi chi broke through the rainy night and stabbed the two of them!

The ascetic monk's face suddenly tightened, his eyes widened, his hands quickly changed into mudras between his knees, the copper bowl suspended in front of him buzzed and flew up to meet the enemy, and the string of ironwood beads also flew up and circled his body Rotate at high speed.

The swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty groaned, his face was as pale as snow, but his lips were as bright as blood. His mind power entered the breath of heaven and earth through the orifices of the Qi Sea and Snow Mountain, and controlled the green light dagger to fly up like lightning.

"wrong!"

The ascetic monk's eyes narrowed suddenly. Those gray sword shadows were vaguely invisible under the cover of the majestic spring rain. It wasn't until Xiao Ming flew in front of him that he saw clearly that there were only four swords, not five!

Where did the last sword piece go? The ascetic monk was about to remind the Southern Jin swordsman beside him, but it was already too late.

A very weak sword shadow silently avoided the perception of the two, passed through the obstruction of the void and rain, and appeared behind the head of the Southern Jin swordsman!

The swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty felt the chill at the back of his head, and felt great fear in his heart. The hands hanging outside his sleeves made wild moves, and the green light dagger in the air suddenly stopped, but it was too late, and there was no way he could save himself. Owner.

There was a slight muffled sound, and the sword blade penetrated the Southern Jin swordsman's back of the head, and then pierced his throat bone, hanging with blood and flesh, and flew out crookedly like a blood-eating monster!

The swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty stared at Chao Xiaoshu in the rain, and leaned back heavily while holding his bloody throat. It was not until the moment of his death that he finally confirmed that his opponent's strength was indeed far greater than his own.

The master was dead, and the green light dagger, which had lost control of his telekinesis, fell slumped to the ground, bounced twice and then stood still.

The two sword fragments that were fighting with the green light dagger at that moment screamed loudly, merged with the other three sword fragments, and attacked the ascetic monk's body at high speed. They were just five extremely dim dots, but they seemed like A violent storm!

In the rainy sky, five sharp sword blades kept colliding with the hard and heavy copper bowl, and with the high-speed dancing ironwood beads. The crisp, harsh and sonorous buzzing sounds alternated, as if without interruption, around the ascetic monk. A small golden flower like a dandelion blooms from time to time and is blown away by the cool breeze.

In an instant, there were countless cuts on the ascetic's old monk's robe. Buddhist ascetics were not accustomed to wearing soft armor like ordinary practitioners. Blood seeped out from those wounds, instantly killing him. Became a bloody man.

Chao Xiaoshu's hands hanging outside his sleeves did not move at all, but the five sword blades were like his five invisible fingers, plucking the chords of murder from time to time.

Chao Xiaoshu raised his eyebrows slightly. His face washed by the rain was a bit paler than before. He found that the ascetic's will was stronger than he expected. He lifted up the front of his green shirt in a cool way, completely ignoring the blood on the ground, and just like that I sat down in the middle of the heavy rain.

The five slender fingers on his right hand outside his sleeve suddenly tightened. Following this movement, the five unpredictable sword fragments roared together and condensed into one sword again. Without any fancy, they just stabbed straight towards the sword. Bronze bowl!

At this moment, on the other side of the street, which was shrouded in heavy rain, one of the two carriages finally started to move slowly and drove towards this side. The sound of hooves and wheels was completely obscured by the wind and rain.

The five sword pieces were attributed to Pei Ran's sword. The rain in the rain alley became inexplicably anxious, as if there was an invisible sun in the night sky, and the rain turned into white mist.

It looked like Peiran's sword, but it was actually countless swords that contained the sharpest and sharpest meaning in the world. Chao Xiaoshu's powerful spirit followed his eyes as he focused on the sword. He couldn't care about anything else at this time. That thin sword The green steel sword stabbed the copper bowl at high speed, then retracted with lightning, and then stabbed again at a faster speed. In an instant, it stabbed hundreds of swords in a row!

Countless sword strikes landed in the center of the bronze bowl in an extremely horrifying manner, making a thumping sound. Because the frequency of the sword thrusts was too high, there was no interruption at all between the sounds, and only one sound could be heard. A prolonged muffled sound!

There was an extremely unpleasant loud noise in the rain alley, like an iron pot being smashed with a brick. The copper bowl in front of the ascetic monk finally cracked and shattered under the powerful swords!

The hat on the ascetic's head cracked as the copper bowl broke. A look of absolute despair flashed across his dark face. His handprints changed again. The rosary beads that had been guarding his body stopped spinning and suddenly turned into a black snake. , with a whooshing sound, it wrapped around the thin green steel sword that was about to stab his face, causing the sword to stop.

With his right hand exposed outside the sleeve of Xiaoshu, he passed through the water beside him, picked up a handful of rainwater and sprinkled it in front of him. Following his movement, the thin green steel sword suddenly began to buzz and vibrate, as if it was about to break. The true dragon of Yun keeps charging forward forcefully!

Raindrops the size of soybeans fell on the bluestone, making a soft popping sound. The new branches that were broken by the wind made a soft popping sound. The popping sound kept ringing. The iron wood that trapped the blue steel sword Rosary beads scattered everywhere!

The ascetic monk smiled bitterly and closed his eyes. The green steel sword roared through the more than a hundred ironwood rosary beads in the air in the building, and penetrated deeply into his dark eyebrows. The blood seeped out slowly, and the bitter smile was frozen.

The sound of a carriage came from the alley, and Xiao Shu slowly raised his eyebrows. The carriage slowly stopped in the rain, only ten feet away from the small tree.

Neither far nor close is exactly the distance of ten feet. For ordinary people, this number has no meaning. For practitioners in the Dongxuan realm, this distance represents danger or even death, because whether it is a sword master, a Talisman master or a Nian Master, as long as they step into the realm of Dongxuan, they can attack any target within ten feet.

The majestic spring rain fell on the carriage and on the burly coachman on the shaft. Occasionally the curtains were lifted by the wind, and only a corner of the simple gown could be seen, but the person inside could not be seen clearly - the man in the simple gown. The owner is an old man with a simple face, his eyebrows are drooping in sorrow, and his face is covered with wrinkles, as astringent and miserable as the old roots of coptis.

His name is Xiao Kuyu, a strong man supported by the military of the Tang Empire. He had entered the Dongxuan realm twenty years ago. Because of tonight's siege plan, he was secretly recalled to the capital from Yangguan in the south by the military.

It was windy and rainy outside the carriage, but Xiao Kuyu inside the carriage seemed oblivious. The skinny hands resting on his knees were trembling slightly, and his thumbs kept pinching the four horizontal stripes on the index and middle fingers, like dry branches. Dry yellow soil. His eyes were closed, and there was a thick car curtain in front of his face, but with just a pinch of his fingers, he could accurately see Chao Xiaoshu sitting cross-legged in the heavy rain.

The raindrops above the rain lane were disturbed by some invisible force and began to tilt. Several fluctuations that no one could see or even detect began to condense in the vitality of heaven and earth.

Chao Xiaoshu, who was sitting in the heavy rain, pursed his lips slightly. At this point in the battle tonight, for the first time, a solemn and solemn expression appeared between the white and handsome eyebrows of this middle-aged man. Regarding the mind master in the mysterious carriage, he He had to concentrate all his energy to deal with the right hand exposed outside his sleeve whizzing and slamming into the water beside him, causing mud-colored rainwater to splash.

As the palm of his hand hit the rain heavily, the thin green steel sword that penetrated deeply into the ascetic's brow made a hissing sound, retreated at high speed, turned around like lightning in the rainy sky, howling shrilly, with a sound that had never been shown before. The speed turned into a stream of light, instantly flying through the void and stabbing the carriage in the rain.

In the quiet rain, an extremely majestic voice rang out from the carriage, vibrating and scattering countless raindrops.

"Duh."

The blue steel sword like a flowing rainbow seemed to be hit by the power contained in this word, and seemed to be bound by the invisible fluctuations of vitality in the rainy sky. It paused suddenly, and then was like a kite with its string broken. , flew diagonally and hit the wall on the opposite side of the street, falling with the rain!

The sound in the carriage in the rain seemed to be able to transcend the scope of space and time. It originated ten feet away, but it sounded like thunder in Chao Xiaoshu's eardrums and in the air.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Chao Xiaoshu felt as if his heart was held by an invisible hand and began to beat violently, beating like a war drum. He instantly lost control of the flying sword. He knew that if he did not make any response, the next moment , your heart will be cracked by the heavy drum beating.

"Where did the person in the carriage in the rain find the great telepathic master from?"

Chao Xiaoshu pursed his thin lips tightly, raised his right hand like lightning, and slapped his chest three times in a row. The rain shook out his blue shirt. He forcibly sealed his sea of ​​energy, but his body had already been affected by the previous blow to the ground. With a palm, it floated off the ground diagonally.

He stepped heavily on the ground with both palms, facing the small tree and feeling the ubiquitous energy fluctuations in the air, feeling the network of cold and cold air woven around his body, taking a deep breath and walking forward.

He walked towards the carriage in the rain, his face getting paler and paler, but his eyes getting brighter and brighter. The usual calmness and calmness had long been replaced by indifference and perseverance. Even though every step he took, the vitality in the alley fluctuated. It would cause great damage to his body and mind, and the powerful swordsman in the carriage would make the sea of ​​​​qi thrust on him even sharper, but he still insisted on moving forward because he had to get close to the carriage.

At the moment when Chao Xiaoshu's heart began to beat violently, amidst the sound of the rain, there was a sound like a war drum, and the terrifying sound came from Chao Xiaoshu's body.

Using the power of mind to control the vitality between heaven and earth to directly attack the internal organs of the enemy's body, this method seemed so magical and irresistible. He walked towards Xiaoshu towards the carriage in the rain, his energy completely focused on the carriage. During the enemy's confrontation, he didn't even have the time or energy to think about who had come to help just now.

At this moment, the raindrops in the rain alley began to gather again, turning into dozens of crystal clear arrows, crossing the void, shooting towards the carriage and towards Xiao Kuyu with an unstoppable momentum.

Dozens of crystal clear arrows passed over the side of the small tree, piercing the dense raindrops. They strangely avoided being intercepted by the burly coachman on the carriage shaft, and then left dozens of holes in the carriage curtain. , squirted in.

Xiao Kuyu frowned in the carriage. His old face, which was already extremely sad, now looked even more haggard. He stared at the space in front of him. The seemingly endless power of thoughts in his body filled the carriage, and there was a faint feeling of blue filling the carriage. The smell of incense, in this orchid air, is a very strange scene.

The arrows that were like lightning outside the carriage, once they got close to the old strong man, they seemed to have entered a relatively static space, instantly losing all speed and turning into static dead objects!

Dozens of crystal clear arrows were all floating in the air strangely still. None of them could touch his simple clothes. They were all suspended in the air in the carriage, less than three inches away from Xiao Kuyu's frowning eyebrows. distance!

In order to deal with these dozens of crystal-clear arrows, Xiao Kuyu immediately consumed most of his mental power, and there was a loophole in the control of the heaven and earth energy around the carriage.