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 characters who are good at fighting and are not at all ruthless like ordinary gangsters: Chang Sanleng, Qi Sihen, Liu Wu Heng and Fei Liu are evil, and Chen Qiyin is evil. Except for Qi Si, who climbed up from the bottom of the world and established himself as a ruthless character, the other characters can definitely make a name for themselves in the world easily if they are randomly placed in Xicheng or Nancheng.

Many people thought that they would not be reconciled to their current position, that they would leave the Fish 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 followed their eldest brother closely. They have never left even a step - because their eldest brother is Chunfengting Laochao.

Very 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 only talks about brotherhood but has no means of thunder. Because everyone knows that 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 of 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 in a stern tone: "He's only one person, and he's not a god. Get them all!"

There is never a shortage of reckless men 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 who are inspired by the number of companions around them. With the fierce shout of Mr. Meng from Nancheng, hundreds of people The Chang'an gang members raised their steel knives 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 with a cry, he broke through the dilapidated pavilion in the old alley in the rain. The sword on his waist was like a dragon unsheathed. It looked slow but was actually swift and stabbed at 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 the knife.

Chao Xiaoshu's sword is of a very ordinary style, with an average length and width, and there is nothing special about the opening. 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.

People who are too awesome will be mistaken for showing off if they tell the truth. 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, he finally understood that Chunfengting Laochao's words were not pretentious, but that this man was really awesome.

The straight blade of the sword 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. And just when the sword blade hit the man's chest, The 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 howl that stopped suddenly!

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 way, flew over the dilapidated Spring Breeze Pavilion, and landed. It's more than ten feet away!

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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 lift 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, moving the heaven and earth 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, but Chao Xiaoshu did not stop moving forward in the rain. He walked gracefully with the sword in hand. With every step he took, his wrist slightly lifted his green shirt and swung the sword. When he swung it, the thin blade of the sword buzzed, bending and releasing as much as possible, like a steel whip. Swinging with a roar, the cool wind wrapped in raindrops struck out, and every time the sword came out, a figure flew 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 dead silent before.

As he walked forward, he swung his sword towards the small tree with ease and carelessness, which could even be described as nonchalant, just like driving away mosquitoes at night in summer. The expression on his face did not change at all and remained calm as usual. Ning Que, who was following him step by step, could no longer remain calm. A look of shock flashed in 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 to avoid being surrounded by the opponent.

But such a tyrannical and even arrogant fighting method obviously consumes a lot of energy 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 torn apart. They finally saw Chunfeng Ting Lao Chao draw his sword today, but they would rather never see it in this life. On weekdays, they live quite well under the shadow of the Yulong Gang. They think that the gap between the two sides is not big. If they work hard, they can still fight. Until this moment, in the cold spring rain, these people are extremely miserable. The discovery turned out to be so cruel.

They were able to survive only because the Fish Dragon Gang and the middle-aged man didn't even bother to look at them.

Legends are legends. Whether in the world of martial arts, brothels or officialdom, those who can become legends in people's memories must have their reasons for becoming legends, and this will never change just because legends have not appeared for many years.