59 The wind, the Rain and the Moonlight Could All Enter the Ne (2/2)
The five sword blades shuttling back and forth at high speed within the courtyard turned suddenly, moving their trajectory as though hearing a clear command, uttering a sharper whistle, ripping, tittering, frying, burning, penetrating the Rain-savoring Building.
The sadhu turned nervous and vigilant, open-eyed with his two hands shifting the mudras rapidly between his knees. The copper bowl suspending in front of his body also flew to meet the enemy, along with the string of ironwood prayer beads, circling around his body.
The swordsman from South Jin Kingdom harrumphed. His complexion was as pale as snow, while his lips were as bright as blood. His Psyche Power penetrated through the Breath of nature inside and outside the Rain-savoring Building through the various orifices of Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow, controlling the cyan-light short sword that flew like lightning.
No!”
The sadhu's pupils suddenly shrank. The light gray sword shadows concealed in the boundless spring rain were barely visible. It was only when the whistling flew towards the Rain-savoring Building, that he saw clearly that there were only four, and not five!
Where had that last sword blade flown off to?
The sadhu was about to warn the swordsman from South Jin Kingdom beside him, but it was already too late.
A beam of extremely faint sword shadow quietly bypassed the girth of the Rain-savoring Building, unnoticeable to the two inside the building. It slipped down the wooden pillars, and then sped up abruptly in the waist-high position, penetrating the extremely thick wooden pillar like a hot blade piercing snow. In an instant it appeared behind the swordsman's head!
The swordsman from South Jin Kingdom sensed the chill in the air behind his head. Feeling extremely frightened, his two hands hung out of his sleeves waving madly. The cyan-light short sword suddenly paused, but had no way out to save its master.
With a light hum, the sword blade pierced into the back of his head, puncturing through his hyoid bone. It flew out carrying blood and shredded flesh askew, just like a strange bloodthirsty worm!
The swordsman from South Jin Kingdom stared at Chao Xiaoshu with wide eyes in the rain. He leaned backwards, holding onto his throat which was spraying blood. It was only at his last moments when he finally confirmed that the reaction speed of his opponent was indeed far beyond his own.
Its master dead, the short sword no longer controlled by Psyche Power fell to the rainwater, sprang twice and then went still. The two sword blades formerly struggling with the cyan-light short sword converged with the other three sword blades and assailed at the body of the sadhu at high speed after giving a harsh whistle. It resembled the boisterous wind and rain rather than five simple dull dots.
The five sharp-edged sword blades collided with the stiff and massive copper bowl ceaselessly. Ironwood prayer beads danced at a high speed, resulting in a clear and melodious sound interspersed with the occasional clang. The patch of dandelion-like golden flowers around the sadhu would bloom sometimes and be blown away by the wind at other times.
Suddenly, innumerable holes appeared on the old frock worn by the sadhu, from which blood seeped ceaselessly. Buddhist cultivators rarely wore soft armors like ordinary cultivators. He soon became drenched in blood.
Chao Xiaoshu looked into the Rain-savoring Building calmly. His hands hung motionlessly outside of his sleeves. The five sword blades moved around as if they were plucking a melody, like five invisible fingers.
Chao Xiaoshu raised his eyebrows slightly. His face was pale, as if the color had been washed off by the rainwater. He had discovered that the sadhu's firm willpower far exceeded his estimation. The sadhu lifted the front piece of his black gown graciously, completely disregarding the rain of bows and arrows surrounding him, and the elite troop of Tang rushing at him as he sat down in the torrential rain.
Chao Xiaoshu stared at the enemy within his mansion beside the threshold of his house. His sword-like eyebrows gradually flattened. The five mysterious sword blades gathered together, whistling, and coagulated into a sword again. Then they thrust directly at the copper bowl without any trick or dodge!
Just at that moment, one of the two horse carriages at the secluded intersection, washed by the heavy rain outside another enclosing wall, started moving slowly towards the gate of the Chao Mansion. The sound of hoofbeats and moving wheels were muted by the wind and rain.