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

Jiao Lin, still in shock, stood rooted to the spot and murmured, "Such a fast sword."

Steward Hua's face darkened, and he said sternly, "Why should this young master meddle in other people's business?"

Jiang Fengyue stood in front of the noodle stall, the sword in his hand still gleaming silver.

He sneered, "I'm just curious, why are there so many people eating noodles here on a rainy day? And why are there no noodles on the tables?"

The table for the first three people to arrive was empty, clearly indicating that their purpose in coming here was not to eat noodles.

Aunt Hua smiled and smoothed things over, saying, "Don't worry, you're Xiao Hu's friend, we won't do anything to you, but please don't interfere in other matters, okay?"

Hu Tiehua also appeared in front of Aunt Hua at some point, his expression not much better; at least he wasn't a fool.

He muttered, "My God, do you even have something to hide from me? Even if Xiao Jiang doesn't meddle, I'm not leaving here today."

At this moment, someone at the table behind suddenly snorted and said, "I know Hu Tiehua, but I don't know this damn friend of Hu Tiehua."

Black Bamboo Pole stood up, holding a bamboo pole in his left hand and pointing at Jiang Fengyue with his right, saying, "No matter who you are, I'm going to teach you a lesson."

Steward Hua's eyes lit up. The more chaotic the scene, the more opportunities he and Aunt Hua would have to slip away.

Chu Liuxiang said coldly, "Black Bamboo Pole, although I don't know what your purpose is in coming here, I advise you not to provoke my friend."

Black Bamboo Stalk sneered, "You have the sense to recognize me, yet you think I can't handle this kid? That's ridiculous."

Jiang Fengyue, with her sword still sheathed, said, "Since that's the case, then you can try it."

Without another word, Hei Zhugan gently pushed off with his bamboo pole and landed not far from Jiang Fengyue.

Hu Tiehua quietly returned to Chu Liuxiang's side and whispered, "Is this person really Black Bamboo Pole?"

Chu Liuxiang sighed, "I've met him once before, but it's a pity he didn't recognize me today."

Hu Tiehua frowned and said, "Ever since Black Bamboo Pole was defeated in Bashan, he has fought against thirteen masters from the seven major sword sects for four years without a single loss. It is said that he can kill someone with just one move. Isn't Xiao Jiang in danger?"

Chu Liuxiang laughed and said, "He has been undefeated for four years, but today he is destined to suffer a defeat."

Hu Tiehua sighed, "I know Xiao Jiang is very skilled in martial arts, but killing people and being skilled in martial arts are two different things. Some people who are good at killing are actually the nemesis of martial arts masters."

Chu Liuxiang said, "You can rest assured, Xiao Jiang..."

Chu Liuxiang recalled Jiang Fengyue's astonishing performance in the Ma Yi Sect, and he continued, word by word, "He will never lose."

As he spoke, the black bamboo pole struck out, about to fall on Jiang Fengyue's head. If hit by this move, no matter who came, they would lose half their life here.

Jiang Fengyue dodged lightly, the bamboo pole grazing his face, as if he had just intended to dodge in this way.

When Jiang Fengyue wanted to dodge, there was no move in the world that could hit him.

When he's about to make a move, don't expect to dodge it.

As soon as the sword was drawn, a flash of silver light appeared, and the black bamboo pole was split in two. Jiang Fengyue grazed the belly of the black bamboo pole.

If the sword were to advance another foot, not only would Black Bamboo Pole's bamboo pole be broken in two, but Black Bamboo Pole himself would likely be cut in two.

Black Bamboo Pole was unaware of these things, simply because Jiang Fengyue's sword was too fast for anyone to see through or understand.

He threw down the upper half of the bamboo pole, but took out a sword from the lower half.

The black bamboo pole said sternly, "I only wanted to teach you a lesson, but now that you've seen my sword, you'd better leave your life behind."

He drew his sword, its blade entirely black, just like him and his bamboo pole.

Jiang Fengyue said calmly, "If you're using your broken bamboo pole, I'd be happy to exchange a few moves with you, but if you're using a sword, I'll only make one move."

After speaking, he held his longsword in front of him, the silver light on the sword growing even colder, and he himself became icy cold. Even before his sword was drawn, the chill had already pierced into the bones of others.

Black Bamboo Pole stood there, slightly stunned. He shook his head wildly a few times and shouted, "Give me your life!"

His sword thrust straight out, and in his eyes, Jiang Fengyue did not move. Even when his sword was about to pierce Jiang Fengyue's chest, Jiang Fengyue still did not move.

The tip of the sword was already at Jiang Fengyue's heart.

Black Bamboo Pole was overjoyed, thinking he was about to succeed, and said, "It's nothing special..."

The next moment, he was speechless. He only felt the sword in his hand become very light. Looking down, he saw that his sword had not pierced Jiang Fengyue at all.

Even the blade of the sword was gone, leaving only the hilt he was holding.

Steward Hua knew what had happened, because he saw Jiang Fengyue's sword lightly slice off Hei Zhugan's sword; if it had been an inch further, it would have sliced ​​off Hei Zhugan's hand.

Steward Hua murmured, "Such a fast sword, such pure sword intent. I've only ever seen this kind of sword intent in one person."

Aunt Hua was stunned and speechless for a long time before finally managing to utter a single word: "Who?"

Manager Hua said, enunciating each word clearly, "Mr. Du."

Aunt Hua exclaimed in surprise, "You're saying he's Mr. Du? Are you confused? Don't we recognize Mr. Du? He's still perfectly fine at Jade Sword Manor."

Steward Hua stared at Jiang Fengyue's direction. Black Bamboo Pole, having missed with his full-force sword strike, collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Steward Hua said coldly, "Besides Mr. Du, he is the second one I have seen. Even if his sword is not as good as Mr. Du's, he is still superior to all other swordsmen."

Aunt Hua's legs went weak and she almost collapsed to the ground. If they got involved with such a person, not to mention their plans, it would be hard to guarantee that they could even save their lives.

Jiang Fengyue sheathed her sword.

Black Bamboo Pole practically crawled up to Steward Hua, and shouted in a daze, "I'm not doing business anymore! I can't handle this 100,000 taels of silver! With someone like this around, you'll never be able to do business!"

After speaking, he stood up, staggered, and walked aimlessly out of the alley. He took small, slow steps, as if he was no longer afraid of anything, nor of Jiang Fengyue catching up and killing him.

It's simply because killing someone like him would be far easier for Jiang Fengyue than crushing an ant.

Jiang Fengyue unleashed a sword strike, and the man Black Bamboo Pole was no more.

He returned to the noodle stall and said with a smile, "What kind of business are you doing? Tell me."

Huang Bingfu and the other young swordsman, who were originally sitting at the table, have also disappeared; they have vanished without a trace.

Aunt Hua's eyes darted around, and she refused to speak.

Hu Tiehua walked back to Aunt Hua. He was not going to let this rare opportunity to stand up for himself in front of Aunt Hua slip by.

He said arrogantly, "In my opinion, it must be a murder deal, otherwise you wouldn't need to hire Black Bamboo Pole."