Over the years, the whole Chang 'an City had been dominated by the Fish-dragon Gang. Everyone knew that there were a group of fierce characters in the upper level of the Fish-dragon Gang who were good at fighting and totally different from ordinary gang members: Chang San Leng, Qi IV Ruthless, Liu V Heng, Fei VI Ferocious, and Chen VII Yin. Except for Qi IV, who climbed up from the bottom of Jianghu and was known for his viciousness, the rest of them could easily make a name for themselves in Jianghu in West City or South City.
Many people thought that they would not be satisfied with their current positions and would leave the Fish-dragon Gang to seek their own opportunities, or even to betray and rise to the top. However, after so many years, these five men still followed their eldest brother closely and never left him — because their eldest brother was Old Chao of the Spring Breeze Pavilion.
Few people in Chang 'an City had seen Old Chao of the Spring Breeze Pavilion fight. To be more precise, those old people who had seen Old Chao's fight years ago were all dead. But no one dared to despise him, and no one would think that he was a paper tiger who only talked about brotherhood but had no powerful means. Because everyone knew that the sword on the waist of a character who could suppress Chang San and others could not only be a scholar's ornament.
The name of Old Chao of the Spring Breeze Pavilion was a shadow floating over the heads of all his enemies. They wanted to see what kind of wind and rain he would bring when he unsheathed the sword on his waist, but no one dared to try, because they knew that once the sword was unsheathed, the night of Chang 'an would usher in a bloody storm.
Feeling that all the people on his side were shocked by Chao Xiaoshu's action of holding the sword, Lord Meng of Southern City widened his eyes and roared in a stern voice, "He is only one person, not a god. Go!"
There was never a lack of hot-blooded reckless men, hidden ninjas looking for an opportunity to kill a legend in Jianghu to become famous, and followers who were encouraged by the number of companions around them. With the shout of Lord Meng in Southern City, hundreds of gang members of Chang 'an City raised their steel knives and rushed over from all directions while shouting!
"I just want to go home."
Chao Xiaoshu said as he looked at the enemies rushing towards him. Then, with a clang, he broke through the shabby pavilion and alley in the rain. The sword at his waist was like a dragon coming out of its sheath. It looked slow, but in fact, it was very fast, stabbing towards the person rushing at the front.
Ning Que looked at Chao Xiaoshu's back. His right hand had already grasped the hilt, but he did not pull out the recently sharpened podao. He wanted to see the real strength of this Chang 'an legend of the night. At the same time, he felt that what Little Tree King had said was too pretentious. He was worried that he would be killed by a bolt of lightning if he pulled out his podao.
The style of Chao Xiaoshu's sword was very ordinary. It was ordinary in length and width, and there was nothing special about the edge. However, at the moment when the raindrops were scattered by the high-speed sword, many fine lines could be vaguely seen on the sword. Those fine lines were not some kind of talisman, but more like several gaps filled with mercury.
If a person who was too pretentious said the truth, he would be mistaken for being pretentious. Ning Que stared at the sword and saw that the ordinary sword changed from stabbing to patting at the last moment, accurately and easily patting on the chest of that man. He finally understood that Old Chao of Spring Breeze Pavilion was not pretentious, but that this person was really pretentious.
The straight sword was forcibly bent into a shape in the air by some force. Compared with its speed, the raindrops falling from the night sky were so slow that it made people's hair stand on end. However, when the sword patted on the chest of that man, that force suddenly came out from the sword and directly hit the chest of that man with a "Pa" sound!
A dull loud sound, as if someone had hit a heavy leather!
A miserable howl abruptly stopped!
The valiant member of the Southern City Sect, who rushed at the front, did not even have time to see Chao Xiaoshu's face clearly before he was directly patted like a kite. He flew miserably through the air, over the shabby Spring Breeze Pavilion, and fell dozens of feet away!
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The hundreds of gang members who had been shouting and yelling suddenly fell silent. Their gazes subconsciously followed their companion's gaze as he drew an extremely long arc in the rainy night sky. Then, fear quickly took over their bodies, and their hands that were wielding their blades became cold.
They had imagined that when Old Chao of Spring Breeze Pavilion unsheathed his sword at his waist, there might be a gust of wind and perhaps a rain of blood. But they had never imagined that a thin cyan-steel sword could actually hit such a heavy person and send him flying so far. The terrifying power contained in a wave of the thin sword was like a big hammer in the hands of a deity, which could shake the heaven and the earth!
No, that sword was not an iron hammer in the hands of a deity, but more like a steel whip in the hands of an immortal envoy!
Those Jianghu men who rushed to Chao Xiaoshu's side were shocked by this thunderous blow and froze on the spot. However, Chao Xiaoshu did not stop moving forward in the rain. He walked confidently with his sword in his hand. With every step he took, he lifted his wrist slightly and swung his sword. When he swung his sword, the flat and thin body of the sword buzzed and bent to the extreme. It was like a steel whip that whistled and danced, carrying raindrops and cool wind. With every swing of the sword, a figure was sent flying!
When the sword reached the chest, someone flew to the alley wall, spitting blood and sliding down. When the sword reached the leg, someone turned over and slid through the night sky, spitting blood and falling to the ground. When the sword was waved to break the rain, a dull buzzing sound was heard, and the figures kept flying out. Miserable howls and fearful voices resounded in the previously dead silent Spring Breeze Pavilion.
Chao Xiaoshu waved his sword all the way, his movements were relaxed and casual, and could even be described as careless. The expression on his face did not change at all, and he was as calm as usual, as if he was driving away mosquitoes in the summer. Ning Que, who blindly followed behind him, could no longer keep calm, and a touch of shock flashed through his bright eyes in the night rain.
Chao Xiaoshu used the thin sword to send the enemy flying instead of choosing the simpler and more energy-saving way to stab the enemy to death. Ning Que was a little puzzled at first, but now he understood that this was the only way Chao Xiaoshu could always keep an empty space around him and avoid being surrounded by his opponents.
But such a domineering and even arrogant way of fighting obviously consumed a lot of energy and physical strength. If Chao Xiaoshu did not intend to use this way to intimidate the hundreds of fierce men on the spot, then he was confident that he could directly slap all the enemies to death!
Ning Que looked at the back of Chao Xiaoshu, at the middle-aged man who was arrogantly moving forward in the night rain, at the howls of the men who were sent flying under his sword, and at the people who were moaning in the muddy water in the distance. He pursed his lips and thought,
"I know you are strong, but I did not expect you to be so strong."
The few big shots of Chang 'an City who were hiding in the crowd had long been scared out of their wits. Today they finally saw Old Chao of Spring Breeze Pavilion use his sword, but they would rather have never seen it in their lives. Usually, they lived well under the shadow of the Fish-dragon Gang, thinking that the gap between the two sides was not big, and that if they risked their lives, they would still have the power to fight. But at this moment, in the cold spring rain, these people bitterly found that the reality was so cruel.
They could live only because the Fish-dragon Gang and the middle-aged man did not even bother to take a second look at them.
A legend was a legend. Whether in Jianghu, brothels or officialdom, those who could become legends in people's memory must have their reasons for becoming legends, and this would not change just because the legend had not appeared for many years.
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