Over the years, the entire capital has been the world of the Changle Gang, and everyone knows that there are a group of ruthless characters in the upper echelons of the Changle Gang who can fight well and are not like ordinary people: Li Sanleng, Zhao Siruthless, Wang Wuheng, Chen Liuzhuang, Qin Qiyin. Except for Qi Si, who climbed from the bottom of the rivers and lakes and stood viciously, the rest of the characters were placed in Xicheng or Nancheng at will, and they could definitely easily play a piece of rivers and lakes.

Many people thought that they would be unwilling to accept their current position, that they would leave the Changle Gang to find their own world, that they would find opportunities to get ahead, and even betray their superiors, but after so many years, these five men still followed their eldest brother closely, and never left a single step - because their eldest brother was a dead grass old Song.

There are very few people in the capital who have seen the old Song of the dead grass make a move, more precisely, the old people who saw the old Song of the dead grass in the early years have long since died, but no one dares to despise him, and no one will think that he is a paper tiger who can only talk about brotherhood but has no thunderous means. Because everyone understands that the characters who can kill Li San and others in the town, the sword on his waist cannot be just a scholar's ornament.

They wanted to see what kind of wind and rain would be brought by the sword on the waist of this person, but no one dared to try it, because they knew that once the sword from the waist of this person was unsheathed, the dark night of the capital would usher in a bloody storm.

Feeling that everyone on his side was shocked by Song Xiaoxiao's action of holding the sword, Master Li of Nancheng stared at him with big eyes and roared loudly: "He is only one person, and he is not an immortal, give it to me!"

There is never a shortage of reckless men who are carried away with blood in their bones, hidden ninjas who are looking for a chance to become famous in one fell swoop by killing the legends of the rivers and lakes, and people who are brave enough to rest by the number of companions around them, with the loud shout of Master Li in Nancheng, hundreds of gangs in the capital raised their steel knives in their hands and rushed over from all directions shouting!

"I just want to go home. ”

Song Xiaoxiao looked at the enemies who rushed up and said such a sentence, and then choked and broke through the old alley in the rain, the sword on his waist was like a dragon out of its sheath, and the appearance was slow but it was actually swift and stabbed at the person who rushed to the front.

Luo Fan looked at Song Xiaoxiao's back, his right hand was already holding the handle of the gun, and the spear was standing in front of him, he didn't make a move, because he wanted to see the true strength of this legend of the dark night in the capital, and at the same time, he felt that what Xiaoxiao said earlier was too pretentious, and he was a little worried that he would be killed by a lightning bolt when he walked with the gun.

Song Xiaoxiao's sword style is very ordinary, ordinary length and ordinary width, and the opening is not very special, but at the moment when the raindrops are scattered by the high-speed moving sword body, you can vaguely see that there are many fine lines on the sword, and those fine lines are not some kind of runes, but more like several gaps filled with mercury.

People who are too awesome tell the truth, they will be mistaken for pretending, Luo Fan stared at the sword, watched the ordinary sword change to stab at the last moment, and slapped the man's chest accurately and easily, and finally understood that the words of Lao Song were not pretending, but that this person was indeed very awesome.

The straight sword body was forcibly bent into a shape by a certain force in the air, compared to its speed, the raindrops falling from the night sky were slow and outrageous, and when the sword body slapped on the man's chest, the force suddenly came out of the sword body, and with a snap, it directly hit the chest deeply!

A dull thud like a thump!

A miserable howl that stopped abruptly!

The Nancheng gang who rushed bravely at the front, didn't even have time to see Song Xiaoxiao's face clearly, and was directly photographed into a kite, which flew through the air extremely miserably, flew over the dilapidated Fengbo Pavilion, and fell more than a dozen feet away!

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The hundreds of gangs who were shouting and killing suddenly fell silent, their eyes subconsciously followed the companion to draw an extremely long arc in the rainy night sky, and then quickly took over their bodies with fear, and their swords-wielding hands became cold.

They had imagined that when the sword on the waist of the dead grass was unsheathed, there might be a gust of fishy wind, and perhaps a rain of blood would fall, but they had never imagined that a thin green steel sword could knock a heavy person so far away, and the terrifying power contained in the thin sword was like a sledgehammer in the hands of the gods, moving the heavens and the earth in all directions!

No, that sword is not an iron hammer in the hands of the gods, but more like a steel whip in the hands of the immortal envoys!

The men and lakes who rushed to Song Xiaoxiao's body were shocked by this thunderous blow and froze in place, but Song Xiaoxiao did not stop moving forward in the rain. He walked with a sword in a dashing manner, and every step out of his wrist slightly lifted the green shirt and waved a sword, when he swung it, the flat sword body buzzed, bent and bent as much as possible, whistling and waving like a steel whip, wrapped in raindrops and a cool breeze snapped out, and a figure flew up every time the sword came out!

The body of the sword reached the chest, and some people flew sideways into the alley wall, vomiting blood and slipping down; the body of the sword reached the legs, and some people slid through the night sky with their heels, and their bones spurted blood and fell to the ground; the sword swung through the rain, and the dull humming sound, and the figures kept flying out sideways, and the sound of miserable howls and fear resounded through the storm pavilion that had been dead silence before.

Song Xiaoxiao, who was moving all the way, swung his sword easily and casually, and could even be described as indifferent, like driving away night mosquitoes in summer, the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, and he was calm as usual. Luo Fan, who followed him step by step, could no longer remain calm, and a look of shock flashed in his incomparably bright eyes in the night rain.

Using a light sword body to fly the enemy, instead of choosing a simpler and less effort-saving stabbing the enemy, Song Xiaoxiao's shot made him a little puzzled a moment ago, and only now did he understand that only in this way can Song Xiaoxiao always maintain an open space around his body and avoid being surrounded by the other party.

But such a domineering and even arrogant way of fighting is obviously very physically and mentally draining, if Song Xiaoxiao doesn't want to use this way to deter hundreds of fierce men on the spot, then he has the confidence to shoot all the enemies to death directly!

Luo Fan looked at Song Xiaoxiao's back, looked at the middle-aged man who was arrogantly moving forward in the night rain, looked at the man who howled and flew up from time to time under his sword, and looked at those who couldn't moan in the muddy water in the distance, pursed his lips and thought:

"I knew you were strong, but I didn't expect you to be so strong. ”

The few bigwigs of the capital who were hiding in the crowd were already heartbroken at this time, and they finally saw the old Song out of the sword today, but they would rather never see it in their lives. On weekdays, they live very well in the shadow of the Changle Gang, thinking that the gap between the two sides is not big, if they do it desperately, they still have the strength to fight, until this moment, in the cool summer rain, these people are extremely sad to find that the truth is so cruel.

They were only able to live because the Changle Gang and the middle-aged man didn't bother to look at them at all.

A legend is a legend, whether it is in the rivers and lakes, the Qinglou or the officialdom, the people who can become legends in people's memories must have the reason why they become legends, and this will definitely not change because the legend has not appeared for many years.