Gu Long's World: Starting with the Legend of Chu Liuxiang

Yidianhong asked blankly, "You really want to kill me?"

The man in black said calmly, "You should know that in our line of work, there's no such thing as 'retiring from the business.' If you want to leave, you'll only die."

Yidianhong said sadly, "I understand. You know I would never lay a hand on you. Could you please let her go?"

Yidianhong's gaze fell on Qu Wurong, and her tone when speaking to the man in black robes sounded like she was pleading.

Qu Wurong said, "No, I can't walk by myself, and you can't fight him, but I can."

Qu Wurong had already drawn her sword, pointing it at the man in black robes.

The man in black robes laughed, "What a pair of devoted lovers! Don't worry, neither of you will escape. People with such rich emotions are not fit to practice martial arts, so I'll just grant your wish."

The man in black robes carried a long, narrow sword, its blade reflecting the moonlight, exuding a chilling aura.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the window: "Do you want to use the trick of 'luring the tiger away from the mountain' twice more?"

The man in black robes' expression changed slightly.

Jiang Fengyue braced his right hand against the windowsill and leaped inside. He hadn't left; he had just been hanging outside like a gecko. His white-robed divine ears had already noticed that there was an extra person here.

"Check-in!"

"Sign in successfully as Xue Xiaoren and obtain the ruthless sword technique."

Jiang Fengyue's swordsmanship had reached its peak, while Xue Xiaoren's swordsmanship only allowed him to improve a little further.

The man in black robes said, "What harm is there in dealing with one more person like you? I doubt you can withstand even one of my sword strikes."

As he spoke, the man in black robes thrust out a sword—a very ordinary strike, but the speed was simply too fast.

Jiang Fengyue's sword was also fast; even though it took a moment to draw the sword, he still caught it steadily.

The black-robed man's sword was fast and his timing was precise. He even struck in places that were hard for people to imagine, yet Jiang Fengyue was able to easily block the sword.

Jiang Fengyue's sword had already been drawn, first with a fast strike, then gradually becoming more powerful, as he had integrated all the sword techniques he had learned so far.

The man in black robes remained motionless, calmly responding to each sword thrust, yet he could not find any opening in Jiang Fengyue's defenses. If Jiang Fengyue were to make a rash move, he himself would reveal his weakness.

The man in black robes took a few steps back and laughed, "Your moves were flawless; it's been a long time since I've encountered such a satisfactory opponent."

Jiang Fengyue said, "Does that mean you think you're invincible?"

The man in black robes said, "The frustration of a swordsman who cannot find an opponent is unimaginable to ordinary people. For the past ten years, I have often sought an opponent, but have been unable to find one."

Jiang Fengyue said, "Today I will be your opponent. I wonder if I am qualified?"

The man in black robes laughed wildly, "That's enough! Let's go outside."

Jiang Fengyue smiled and said, "Okay."

The two figures flashed and leaped out of the window, landing under a sycamore tree. Yidianhong and Qu Wurong followed.

The black-robed man had already raised the tip of his sword, his killing intent and sword energy merging into one, exuding a terrifying aura that permeated the hearts of everyone present.

Jiang Fengyue's spirit and body will merge with his sword, and his sword will no longer be ignorant steel, but will have a spirit.

Jiang Fengyue thrust out his sword, seemingly invincible.

The man in black robes also moved, and the two swords clashed, unleashing an astonishing sword aura that whipped up fallen leaves from the ground.

The two retreated and charged forward again, exchanging dozens of blows in the blink of an eye.

The fallen sycamore leaves were shattered into countless pieces by the sword energy, just like a rain shower.

Yidianhong and Qu Wurong exclaimed in surprise, especially Yidianhong, who could see that Jiang Fengyue's swordsmanship was much higher than when they fought each other.

Jiang Fengyue's swordsmanship was almost equal to that of the man in black robes, but Jiang Fengyue's agility far surpassed that of the man in black robes.

Jiang Fengyue said, "Your swordsmanship is good, but unfortunately your movement skills are not so good."

The man in black snorted coldly and attacked again with his sword. Jiang Fengyue already knew his weakness. She moved swiftly, and the man in black could no longer touch her.

Jiang Fengyue flipped in mid-air, and her sword suddenly transformed into countless beams of light, raining down on the man in black robes.

The mask on the black-robed man's face was cleaved open, and Jiang Fengyue's sword was just a hair's breadth away from slicing through his throat.

Jiang Fengyue looked at the face behind the mask and said coldly, "Xue Xiaoren, you can no longer beat me."

Xue Xiaoren exclaimed in surprise, "You recognize me?"

Jiang Fengyue said, "The younger brother of Xue Yiren, the current number one swordsman in the world, is actually the leader of an assassin organization. Why would you do such a thing?"

Yidianhong was also taken aback when he heard Xue Xiaoren's identity. Although he had never met Xue Yiren, he had heard of the name.

Xue Xiaoren sneered, "Who does he think he is? His swordsmanship is no match for mine?"

Jiang Fengyue sighed, "Once your sword is tainted with evil energy, it can never reach its peak."

A righteous heart makes a righteous sword, and an evil heart makes an evil sword; this is an eternal truth.

Xue Xiaoren laughed wildly, "Now that you've seen my true face, I will never let you leave here alive."

Xue Xiaoren's sword thrust at Jiang Fengyue again, but Jiang Fengyue had already seen through him. No matter how frantically he thrust, it was all a useless feint.

As soon as Jiang Fengyue moved her sword, Xue Xiaoren's arm fell to the ground, and his sword also fell to the ground.

Xue Xiaoren's face was full of shock; he couldn't believe he had been defeated so easily.

Jiang Fengyue said coldly, "I hope that in your next life, you won't have another brother who is too prominent, and you won't go down the wrong path again."

Jiang Fengyue was about to finish Xue Xiaoren off with a single sword strike when Xue Xiaoren snapped out of his daze. With his remaining hand, he pulled a dagger from his pocket and instantly darted in front of Yidianhong. The dagger was already pressed against Yidianhong's throat; a little further and blood would be drawn.

Xue Xiaoren said, "If you don't want him to die, let me go."

Yidianhong coldly said, "You gave me my life. If you want to kill me, then kill me. Brother Jiang, you don't need to be threatened by him."

Jiang Fengyue was at a loss for what to do in the face of this sudden change.

Jiang Fengyue said, "Your identity has been exposed. Is there anywhere in this world for you to hide?"

Xue Xiaoren sneered, "So what if you tell everyone? Who would believe that Xue Yiren's brother is this kind of person? And who would dare to lay a hand on Xue Yiren's brother?"

Just then, Yidianhong took a small step forward, as if she were about to smash her throat against the dagger.

Jiang Fengyue was shocked. Ignoring Xue Xiaoren's threat, she flashed forward to snatch the dagger.

Jiang Fengyue's movements and hands were quick, which prevented the dagger from piercing Yidianhong's throat.

Xue Xiaoren took this opportunity to run away.

Jiang Fengyue said in a deep voice, "You wait here for me, I'll go after them."

Xue Xiaoren's arm was cut off, and blood was flowing all the way out. The bloodstains were clearly visible in the moonlight. Jiang Fengyue followed the bloodstains and chased after him all the way out of the city.

Although Xue Xiaoren was injured, it did not significantly affect his actions.

The chase lasted for several hours, and Jiang Fengyue finally caught up with Xue Xiaoren.

Jiang Fengyue said, "Where do you think you can escape to?"

Jiang Fengyue thrust her sword out from behind Xue Xiaoren, piercing his heart.

Xue Xiaoren fell down, but before he died, he turned back to stare at Jiang Fengyue with a smug expression.

As the morning sun rises, the fresh blood glistens in its light.

Jiang Fengyue looked up and met Xue Yiren's angry gaze.