Chapter 54 In the rainy night, the legend reappears
Chapter 54: On a rainy night, the legend reappears
Over the years, the entire city of Chang'an has been dominated by the Yulong Gang. Everyone knows that the upper echelons of the Yulong Gang have a group of ruthless characters who are good at fighting and are not like ordinary elite figures: Chang San Leng, Qi Si Ru, Liu
Wuheng, Fei Liuji, and Chen Qiyin. Except for Qi Si, who climbed up from the bottom of the world and established himself as a ruthless character, the other characters can be easily placed in Xicheng or Nancheng, and they can definitely make a name for themselves in the world easily.
Many people thought that they would not be reconciled to their current position, that they would leave the Fish and Dragon Gang to find a world for themselves, that they would look for opportunities to stand out, or even betray their superiors. However, after so many years, these five men still follow their eldest brother closely.
They have never left even a step - because their eldest brother is Chunfengting Laochao.
Few people in Chang'an City have seen Chunfeng Ting Lao Chao take action. To be more precise, those old people who saw Chunfeng Ting Lao Chao take action in the early years are already dead, but no one dares to despise him, and no one would think that he
He is a paper tiger who can only talk about brotherhood but has no thunderous skills. Because everyone knows that for a person who can suppress Chang San and others to death, the sword on his waist cannot be just a scholar's accessory.
The name Chunfengting Laochao is a shadow floating above the heads of all his enemies. They want to see what kind of wind and rain this man will bring after the sword on his waist is unsheathed, but no one dares to try, because they know that once this happens,
When the sword is unsheathed from the waist, the dark night in Chang'an will usher in a bloody storm.
Feeling that everyone on his side was frightened by Chao Xiaoshu's action of holding the sword, Mr. Meng of Nancheng stared with big eyes and shouted sternly: "He's only one person, and he's not an immortal, so get them all!"
There is always a shortage of reckless men in the ** who are driven by passion, hidden ninjas who are looking for the opportunity to kill the legends of the world and become famous in one fell swoop, and people who follow the crowd whose courage is inspired by the number of companions around them. With the fierce shout of Mr. Meng from Nancheng,
Hundreds of Chang'an Gang members raised their swords and rushed over from all directions, shouting!
"I just want to go home."
Chao Xiaoshu looked at the enemies rushing up and said this, and then let out a loud cry as he broke through the dilapidated old alley in the rain. The sword on his waist was like a dragon unsheathed. It looked slow on the outside but was actually swift as it pierced the front row.
that person.
Ning Que looked at Chao Xiaoshu's back. His right hand had already grasped the handle of the knife, but he did not pull out the recently sharpened sword because he wanted to see the true strength of this Chang'an Night Legend. At the same time, he felt that
The words Xiao Shujun said before were too pretentious, and he was a little worried that he would be accidentally struck to death by a bolt of lightning when he pulled out his sword.
Chao Xiaoshu's sword has a very ordinary style, with an average length and width, and the opening is nothing special. However, at the moment when the raindrops are scattered by the high-speed moving sword blade, you can vaguely see many fine lines on the sword. Those fine lines are
The pattern is not some kind of rune, but more like several gaps filled with mercury.
If someone who is too awesome tells the truth, he will be mistaken for showing off. Ning Que stared at the sword, watching the ordinary sword change from stabbing to shooting at the last moment, accurately and easily taking pictures of the sword.
On the chest of the famous man, I finally understood that Chunfeng Ting Laochao's words were not pretentious, but that this man was really awesome.
The straight sword blade was forcibly bent into a curve by some force in the air. Compared with its speed, the raindrops falling from the night sky were incredibly slow. Just as the sword blade slapped the man's chest,
That force suddenly came out of the sword, and with a snap, it hit the chest deeply!
There was a dull bang like a heavy blow!
A miserable howl that stopped abruptly!
The Nancheng gang member who bravely rushed to the front didn't even have time to see Chao Xiaoshu's face clearly, and was directly shot into a kite. It flew through the air in an extremely miserable manner, flew over the dilapidated Spring Breeze Pavilion, and landed.
It’s more than ten feet away!
The hundreds of gang members who were noisily shouting for death suddenly fell silent. Their eyes subconsciously followed the companion who drew a very long arc in the rainy night sky. Then fear quickly took over their bodies, and the hand wielding the knife became cold.
.
They had imagined that when the sword on Chunfengting Laochao's waist was unsheathed, there might be a gust of wind and a rain of blood, but they had never imagined that a thin green steel sword could cut a heavy heavy sword.
A person was knocked back so far, and the terrifying power contained in a single swing of the thin sword was like a sledgehammer in the hands of the gods, causing the heaven and earth to move in all directions!
No, that sword is not the hammer in the hand of a god, but more like a steel whip in the hand of an angel!
The gangsters who rushed around Chao Xiaoshu were shocked by the thunderous blow and stood frozen on the spot. However, Chao Xiaoshu did not stop moving forward in the rain. He walked gracefully with his sword in hand, and his wrists flickered with every step.
Ti Qingyi swung his sword slightly. When he swung it, the thin sword blade buzzed, and it was bent and released like a whistling steel whip. It was wrapped in raindrops and struck out in the cool breeze.
Every time the sword comes out, a figure flies up!
The sword reaches the chest, and someone flies into the alley wall, vomiting blood and slips; the sword reaches the leg, someone somersaults and slides through the night sky, the bone slapping spurts blood and falls to the ground; the sword swings through the rain, making a dull buzzing, and figures keep flying around
When he came out, the sound of howling and fear echoed through the Chunfeng Pavilion, which had been completely silent before.
As he walked forward, he waved his sword towards the small tree easily and casually. It could even be described as indifferent, just like driving away mosquitoes at night in summer. The expression on his face did not change at all, and he was as calm as usual. The people who followed him followed him step by step.
Ning Que could no longer remain calm, and a look of shock flashed through his extremely bright eyes in the night rain.
Using the thin blade of the sword to knock the enemy away instead of stabbing the enemy to death, which was simpler and less labor-intensive, Chao Xiaoshu's move puzzled him a moment ago. Only then did he realize that only in this way could Chao Xiaoshu maintain his body.
There is always an open space around you to avoid being surrounded by opponents.
But such a tyrannical and even arrogant fighting method obviously consumes physical strength and energy. If Chao Xiaoshu didn't want to use this method to frighten the hundreds of fierce men on the scene, it would be because he had the confidence to shoot all the enemies to death!
Ning Que looked at Chao Xiaoshu's back, at the middle-aged man walking arrogantly in the night rain, at the men who howled and flew up from time to time under his sword, at those who couldn't moan in the muddy water in the distance.
Man, pursed his lips and thought:
"I know you are strong, but I didn't expect you to be this strong."
The big bosses of Chang'an City who were hiding among the crowd were already mentally disturbed. They finally saw Chunfengting Lao Chao draw his sword today, but they would rather never see it in their lives. On weekdays, they were in Yulong
They lived quite well under the shadow of the gang, thinking that the gap between the two sides was not big. If they worked hard, they would still be able to give it a try. It was not until this moment, in the cold spring rain, that these people discovered with great sadness that the truth turned out to be so cruel.
.
They were able to survive only because the Yulong Gang and the middle-aged man didn't even bother to take a second look at them.
Legends are legends, whether in the world of martial arts, brothels or officialdom, those who can become legends in people's memory must have their reasons for becoming legends, and this will never change just because legends have not appeared for many years.