Chapter 58 (2/2)
The swordsman from Nan Jin hmphed, his complexion as white as snow, but his lips were as red as blood. His psychic power penetrated through the Snowy Mountain in the Sea of Qi, tunneling into the breath of heaven and earth in the rain-listening pavilion, controlling that blue light short sword flying up like lightning.
“Not right!”
The ascetic monk’s pupils suddenly shrunk. Those lightly gray sword shadows concealed in the boundless spring rain seemed as though they were not there, until they whistled flying towards the rain-listening pavilion, only then did he see clearly that there were only four, and not five!
Where did that last sword go?
The ascetic monk warned the Nan Jin swordsman beside him, but it was already too late.
The most faint sword shadow, silent without sound circ.u.mvented the rain-listening pavilion’s eaves, evading the perception of the two inside of the building. Following the wooden pillars slipping down, then at the position of half the height of a person, it suddenly quickened, and like a hot blade piercing snow it penetrated through the wooden pillar – in the next instant it appeared behind the Nan Jin swordsman’s head!
The Nan Jin swordsman responded to that wisp of cold behind his head, his heart birthing the greatest dread. His two hands hanging out of his sleeves madly moved, that blue light short sword in the air suddenly stopped, but it was already impossible to save its master.
With a light, m.u.f.fled pu sound, the streak of sword pierced into the back of his head, then punctured through his neck bone. Hanging with blood and shredded flesh, resembling a strange worm that consumed blood, wiggling side to side to fly out!
The eyes of the Nan Jin swordsman stared, looking at Chao XiaoShu in the rain, covering the spraying blood from his throat as he heavily fell backwards face up. Until this moment of death, he finally confirmed that the reaction speed of his opponent was indeed far far beyond his own.
The master had died, losing the psychic power controlling the short sword, it slumped falling into the rainwater, flipping twice it was still. Before that blue light sword was battling two swords with a severe whistling sound, and with the remaining three swords together in one place, attacking at high speeds towards the ascetic monk. Merely five extremely dim small dots, but they resembled a violent storm!
In the middle of the rain, five sharp swords and a clumsy, heavy copper bowl incessantly collided, and at high speeds. The ironwood prayer beads in dancing movements incessantly collided, and sharp and clear ear-piercing like the sonorous ringing sounds intertwined together. As though without interruption, all over behind the ascetic monk was a small flowery golden light like a dandelion, frequently blooming and occasionally being dispersed by the cold wind.
Suddenly, that worn-down robe had countless gashes. The Buddhist School wasn’t like an ordinary cultivator’s that type was used to wearing soft armors to protect the body; blood from those gashes unceasingly flowed out, turning him into a blood soaked, b.l.o.o.d.y person.
Chao XiaoShu calmly looked inside of the rain-listening pavilion. His hands hanging outside of his sleeves didn’t have any other motions, but inside of the building, those five swords were like five invisible fingers of his, at any time playing the notes for killing people.
His face that had been washed by rainwater was paler by a portion. Chao XiaoShu’s brow slightly rose, discovering that the ascetic monk’s willpower firmly exceeded what he had estimated. Only seeing him unrestrainedly lifting the blue robe’s front lapel, unexpectedly he didn’t care about the crossbow rain all around him. With a loud shout he charged towards the elite Tang troops, in this way he sat down in the boundless rain.
He was beside his own mansion’s entrance, staring at the enemy inside of a building of his own home. His sword-like eyebrows gradually became flat, and the five slender fingers beyond his sleeve suddenly tightened. Following this movement, those five neither G.o.dly nor demonic swords speedily whistled and gathered, again merging into a single sword, without any fanciness, directly stabbing towards that copper bowl!
Just in this moment, beyond yet another surrounding wall at a secluded street opening washed by the great rain without people, one of the two carriages finally slowly began moving, heading for Chao Mansion’s main gate. The hoof sounds and the wheel sounds were concealed by the rainwater without a mark or a trace.
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