Chapter 58 (2/2)
“Not right!”
The ascetic ray sword shadows concealed in the boundless spring rain see 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 circu 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 ht short sword in the air suddenly stopped, but it was already iht, muffled 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, rese side to side to fly out!
The eyes of the Nan Jin swords 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
Thethe short sword, it slu twice it was still Before that blue light sas battling tords with a severe whistling sound, and with the reh 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 cluh speeds The ironwood prayer beads in dancing move like the sonorous ringing sounds intertwined together As though without interruption, all over behind the ascetic ht like a dandelion, frequently bloo 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 arly flowed out, turning him into a blood soaked, bloody person
Chao XiaoShu cal pavilion His hands hanging outside of his sleeves didn’t have any other , those five swords were like five invisible fingers of his, at any ti 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 fir hi the blue robe’s front lapel, unexpectedly he didn’t care about the crossbow rain all around hi troops, in this way he sat down in the boundless rain
He was beside his ownof his own horadually becaers beyond his sleeve suddenly tightened Following this movement, those five neither Godly nor de into a single sword, without any fanciness, directly stabbing towards that copper bowl!
Just in thiswall at a secluded street opening washed by the great rain without people, one of the two carriages finally slowly began ate The hoof sounds and the wheel sounds were concealed by the rainwater without a mark or a trace