57 Horse Carriages in the Rain, a Sword Splitting Two into Three (2/2)
The robed swordsman leaned slightly forward, indicating that he was exactly that person.
With his lips slightly turned up, Chao Xiaoshu looked at him and said, ”Then today you'll be the first to die.”
It kept raining, following the tiles and eaves of the Rain-enjoying Building to flow down like a water curtain. The copper bowl in front of that sadhu kept receiving the rainwater, gradually accumulating to overflow out just at that moment finally.
Chao Xiaoshu attacked.
He raised his right arm, facing the heavy rain curtain and those elite troops of the Tang tightly grasping crossbows to wait, and pointed towards that robed swordsman in the Rain-enjoying Building from a distance.
With one movement of pointing out, in the rainy night suddenly echoed a shrill cry. That thin sword, hidden from beginning to end in the nightly spring rain scene, finally revealed itself like a flash of lightning, piercing forward from the Rain-enjoying Building!
With his pupils shrunk, the robed swordsman tightened and shot the middle finger of his right hand hanging at his side. Then the short sword at his side, already readily coming out, jolted out with a clear whisper and transformed into a clear light, guarding in front of him.
Chao Xiaoshu had said that today he was the first person to die, indeed having pointed at him through the rain curtain. But Chao Xiaoshu's sword's first attack objective wasn't him but that sadhu beside!
Although that sadhu was silent throughout the process, he was constantly alert of watching around for nearby movements and sounds. If the Qi of Heaven and Earth had some slight fluctuations, he knew that Chao Xiaoshu was already about to act. Though not knowing that he was the target of the sword attack, out of a Buddha disciple's instinct, he used his palm to beat a board beside him severely. With the shaking of smoke and dust in the wooden board, the copper bowl in the front of the wooden stairs seemed to be kicked by someone and suddenly flew up, causing a countless spattering of water to splash in the sky.
The gray shadow of sword cleaved through the air to move forward, penetrating through the water splashes, as sparkling and translucent as glazed tiles, but was blocked by the copper bowl. The high-speed, sharp, and thin sword viciously collided with the thick and clumsy copper bowl, giving out a clear and loud sound that nearly made people's eardrums split!
The sadhu's face outside his bamboo rain hat was kind of dark, and at that moment became extremely pale, for he obviously suffered some losses. And at that time, the robed swordsman moved his eyebrows and flicked his wrist at a fast speed, making his index finger and middle finger combine together as a sword to point towards Chao Xiaoshu standing in the front of the mansion. The short sword that had flown in a half circle around his body abruptly changed its orbit to become a single cyan light, stabbing straight for Chao Xiaoshu's face. Just then, Chao Xiaoshu's flying sword was directly colliding with the sadhu's copper bowl, so how could Old Chao defend himself?
Ning Que, tightly gripping his long hilt and silently standing behind Chao Xiaoshu, moved his body rapidly to dodge to the left. Just when he was about to dodge away from Chao Xiaoshu's body, he forced his steps to a halt, not out of fear of the robed swordsman's weapon or that cyan-light short sword, but out of finding no need for himself to act now.
After crashing into the sadhu's copper bowl, Chao Xiaoshu's flying sword did not break through that copper bowl but still did not fall to the ground. Through borrowing the fierce strike's strength, the unknown cracks as well as streaks on the thin, cyan-steel sword abruptly enlarged and separated from the sword, fantastically transforming into five thin sword blades in the sky, and quickly flew to shoot out!
Something could be born from nothing; one into two, two into three, and three into five.
Chao Xiaoshu's sword transformed into five sword blades.
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