"You asked about the return date but it has not been announced yet. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond."

"Why should we cut the candles from the west window together and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?"

By the Yanming Lake, Baiyang Villa.

The night rain continued outside the window, and Jiang Fan in the house wrote "The Night Rain Sends to the North" with his pen and ink.

After signing the note and putting away the pen, Jiang Fan looked to the east: "The wind is very noisy tonight!"

He could sense the surging sword energy of Chunfeng Pavilion, but he had not yet felt the sword intention of "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" at this time.

It seems that Chao Xiaoshu is still under fishing enforcement.

Spring Breeze Pavilion.

“Whoosh whoosh!!”

Dozens of flying axes pierced the air and arrived accompanied by howling wind and clouds.

Looking at the ax shadows flying in the sky, Chao Xiaoshu looked slightly stern. The blue steel sword in his hand vibrated at an extremely terrifying speed with a "buzz" sound, shaking all the rain and blood on the sword into powder.

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Then with a "whoosh" sound, it turned into a gray flowing shadow and tore through the rain curtain, knocking down the flying axes one by one.

A flying ax fell on the hard bluestone slab on the ground, making a snapping sound.

The green steel sword had turned into a gray flowing shadow, quickly shuttled through the raindrops, flying towards the two rows of axe-throwers in front, penetrating their flesh and blood, and drawing miserable blood lines.

One after another, people's heads were missing, and the picture looked extremely bloody!

Seeing hundreds of people being killed by Chao Xiaoshu like melons and vegetables, Mr. Meng from Nancheng turned pale and pointed tremblingly at Chao Xiaoshu outside the pavilion: "Chao Xiaoshu, you are... the great swordsman!"

Chao Xiaoshu did not explain, but in response to Master Meng, he cut his throat with a sword.

"Fire the arrow!"

Dozens of elite soldiers of the Tang army wearing dark ponchos fired volleys of crossbows, not caring whether they would accidentally injure people in the melee.

"Swish swish~"

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

Chao Xiaoshu looked indifferent, and the flying swords in his hands turned into eight, and the eight swords flew together, smashing all the arrows into pieces.

Those soldiers of the Tang Dynasty who tried to get closer were cut into pieces by the whirling swords.

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

In the attic, the handsome-looking swordsman in long gown frowned slightly.

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

"Chao Xiaoshu is a formidable enemy. It seems we have to take action in advance."

On the other side of the courtyard wall, at the entrance of the alley where the spring rain was pouring, a solemn sound came from a carriage.

The person who spoke was none other than Wang Jinglue, the first person to know his fate.

Originally he disdained joining forces with those Jianghu people, but when he saw that Chao Xiaoshu was able to command eight swords to fly together, he knew that he had a low chance of winning against the enemy alone, so he decided to take action in advance.

At this time, the people who came to intercept and kill Chao Xiaoshu were already dead, and they were so scared that Chao Xiaoshu was killed.

"Run!"

The people in the arena who were filled with shock could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts. Someone in the crowd shouted, and the remaining people dispersed in a rush.

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

At this time, a carriage moved forward slowly.

The Southern Jin swordsman in the attic also drew his dagger and jumped onto the street filled with the smell of blood.

Chao Xiaoshu looked at the dagger beside the Southern Jin swordsman and said thoughtfully: "You are from the Southern Jin sword pavilion. You killed my brother. You must die tonight."

He raised his right arm and pointed towards the small tree. The green steel sword suddenly let out a shrill roar and pierced through the air like lightning!

The Southern Jin swordsman's pupils shrank sharply, and he clicked and flicked the middle finger of his right hand. The dagger beside him, which was about to be drawn out, made a clear sound, came out of its sheath, and turned into a blue light to protect him in front of him.

However, the target of the attack on Xiaoshu was not him, but the man in the carriage driving slowly in the rain.

Chao Xiaoshu had been paying close attention to the movements around him. When the vitality of the heaven and earth above him fluctuated slightly, he knew that the person in the carriage was about to take action.

Although Chao Xiaoshu didn't know who was sitting in the carriage, he could sense that the threat of the people inside was far greater than that of the Southern Jin swordsman.

"Whoosh!"

The gray sword shadow broke through the air, and countless water splashes were seen in the air, quickly gathering into a wall of water.

"Great Master of Thoughts!"

Seeing his flying sword being blocked by the wall of water, Chao Xiaoshu's expression became more solemn.

At the same level, the strength of the mind master is higher than that of the sword master.

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

Wang Jinglue looked at the hole in the car curtain that was torn open by the sword energy, and he was also frightened. He looked at Chao Xiaoshu in the rainy night and said coldly: "You seem to be about to cross the threshold. It's a pity that you met me."

"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be you, Wang Jinglue. Are you going to go through this muddy water too?"

Through the curtains blown open by the wind, Chao Xiaoshu recognized the person in the carriage as Wang Jinglue.

Wang Jinglue was considered a prodigy. He entered the first realm at the age of four, became aware at the age of six, became free from confusion at the age of eleven, and became a cave master at the age of sixteen.

Next, Wang Jinglue spent several years climbing from the lower level of Dongxuan to the upper level of Dongxuan. In his early twenties, he made a huge name and was regarded as the top practitioner of the younger generation in the Tang Dynasty.

He was only one step away from the realm of knowing his destiny. He fought for half his life without losing a single victory, so he got the title of "the invincible Wang Jinglue below knowing his destiny".

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

Wang Jinglue's expression was indifferent. As a telepathic master, he could kill people through the air with telekinesis. With the swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty standing by to delay him, he didn't have to worry about his meditation being interrupted by Chao Xiaoshu. He thought he had a chance to win.

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

The swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty said coldly, turned his wrist, and made a sword gesture with his index and middle fingers, pointing towards the small tree.

The dagger that had just been flying half a circle around him turned sharply and turned into a ray of blue light that pierced Xiaoshu's face.

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

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

Chao Xiaoshu held the flying blue steel sword with both hands, 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 top.

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

"Chichi!!"

The sword energy roared, cutting off the Southern Jin swordsman's dagger and sinking into his body.

The Southern Jin swordsman turned pale, grunted, and blood spurted out. He staggered back a few steps and looked at the deep bloody wounds on his chest.

"Who are you……"

His face was full of disbelief. He couldn't believe that he was so vulnerable. Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground unwillingly.

Wang Jinglue's expression changed drastically, and he used his sword energy toward Xiaoshu, tearing apart the numerous defenses in front of him arrogantly.

"Stab it!"

The sword energy flew out one after another, and the car curtain in front of him swung again. Under the sword energy, it turned into pieces of cloth in the rain. The sword energy surged endlessly, seeming to tear Wang Jinglue into pieces.

Wang Jinglue's face turned slightly pale, he groaned, and the ten chubby fingers of his hands bloomed like over-nourished white lilies, and even greater power of thought surged up.

The sword energy and telepathy collided, causing all the car windows and doors to open.

Wang Jinglu groaned softly, then stepped out of the car, looked at Chao Xiaoshu standing proudly, thought of some possibility, and his heart trembled slightly.

"Have you already taken that step?"

"I was lucky enough to meet a noble man, but now you are unlucky!"

He smiled at Xiaoshu, showing his white teeth.
Chapter completed!