Gu Long: Dominating the Martial Arts World Starting from Transmigrating as A Fei

Chapter 157 Cold Sword and Jade Gentleman

In the martial arts world, there is no one who has heard of the names "Jiang Feng, the Jade Gentleman" and Yan Nantian.

No one in the martial world with eyes could resist the urge to witness Jiang Feng's unparalleled charisma and Yan Nantian's peerless divine sword.

Because everyone knows that no girl in the world can resist Jiang Feng's slight smile.

No hero could withstand Yan Nantian's single, gentle sword strike.

Long before Afei transmigrated, these two were already renowned throughout the martial arts world.

Lianxing had to admit that she also wanted to see what someone with such a reputation looked like.

However, after meeting Ah Fei, she lost interest in this legendary "Jade Gentleman".

But due to some unexpected interventions, such as Xingnu, she suddenly became interested in Jiang Feng again.

Afei noticed Lianxing's expression and pursed his lips.

No one would feel comfortable if a beautiful woman next to them suddenly became interested in another man.

But now is not the time to argue. Ah Fei said, "I'm going down to lend a hand. It's not my style to stand by and watch someone die."

"You stay here and keep watch for me."

Having Lianxing watch over things here would make it easier for me to move around.

Lianxing looked directly into Afei's eyes and said meaningfully, "Since when have you become such a busybody?"

Lianxing, of course, did not believe Afei's explanation.

If there were no profit involved, why would he have ever made a move?

However, despite expressing her doubts, Lianxing followed Afei's advice and remained where she was.

She watched intently as Ah Fei's figure flashed, and he plunged down like a hawk catching a rabbit.

The situation below is now extremely critical.

To undermine Jiang Feng's confidence, the leader laughed wildly, "Jiang, if you keep struggling, I'll catch you and let you taste the feeling of having mercury poured over your head!"

"I'll just take your handsome appearance as my trophy!"

According to legend, the "Ghost Palace Master" Bai Feifei once described such a form of punishment.

They buried most of the person's body in the ground, then made a slit in the person's head and poured boiling mercury through the slit.

When a person can't bear the pain, they struggle and their body will be squeezed out of the tear, leaving behind a complete human skin.

The leader threatened Jiang Feng with this horrific torture in order to break Jiang Feng's spirit and prevent him from resisting.

At the same time, with a wink, the dozen or so henchmen who had been surrounding Jiang Feng rushed towards him.

Jiang Feng was clearly exhausted.

Suddenly, two of the dozen or so men launched a frontal attack. Just as they were about to defend, a treacherous weapon slashed down from behind.

It's so difficult to defend against.

Unless you force the people in front and behind you to retreat at the same time, or kill them.

Otherwise, under the rotation of these dozen or so people, the besieged target would be worn down quickly.

Moreover, there is an even stronger enemy lurking outside.

The leader's aura was far more intimidating than any of the dozen or so people combined.

In the brief moment of distraction, Jiang Feng had two more wounds on his body.

His peacock feather brocade robe was stained with blood.

Jiang Feng gave a bitter laugh, a look of regret on his handsome face, and murmured, "Is today my death day?"

"Brother, I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to drink with you again."

The "elder brother" he mentioned was, of course, Yan Nantian.

But Jiang Feng truly deserves to be called a renowned swordsman.

His gaze shifted to the leader outside, and a ruthless look appeared in his eyes.

When has "Jiang Feng" ever been intimidated?

Even if he dies today, he will at least tear a piece of flesh off the other person!

With that thought in mind, he turned his sword, and the obviously valuable sword tassel swung half a circle in the air.

Jiang Feng stopped defending and his moves became incredibly fierce, focusing solely on attacking the leader.

As a result, he suffered several more deep wounds that exposed the bone.

Those in front of him could hardly withstand the fierce attack; with each step Jiang Feng took, blood was spilled.

His own blood!

The leader saw through Jiang Feng's intentions at a glance. He watched Jiang Feng's final struggle with a mocking smile, like a cat toying with a mouse.

If he hadn't ordered that this Jade Gentleman not be killed so quickly, Jiang Feng would have been dead long ago.

Jiang Feng took another step, and the tip of his sword was about to touch the leader.

But it was precisely this one step that was missing.

The leader looked at Jiang Feng with a mocking smile on his face, but his body remained motionless.

He didn't move an inch.

As if it were all preordained, this person already knew that Jiang Feng would never have the strength to take another step.

Jiang Feng gave a self-deprecating laugh; he had ultimately failed.

As the trembling sword tip drooped limply, Jiang Feng instinctively saw a flash of cold light before his eyes.

It was as if time had frozen, and space itself had been cleaved open by this single sword strike.

Only this one sword remains in the world.

Everyone could only see this one sword strike; nothing else could be seen.

The leader froze for a moment, then retreated dozens of feet.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

If he hadn't suddenly sensed the murderous intent and jumped away without thinking, his fate would have been the same as his subordinates.

The dozen or so people remained rooted to the spot by their lower bodies, while their upper bodies lay neatly tilted to the ground.

After a long while, a scream was heard.

The sword was so fast that people didn't feel the pain for a moment.

The leader felt a burning sensation on his cheek, and when he reached out to touch it, he discovered that his face had been cut open by the sword energy.

He looked up and saw a boy standing in front of Jiang Feng.

Upon closer inspection, the young man's appearance was in no way inferior to Jiang Feng's.

This boy was even younger, with sharper facial features.

If any woman in the world saw these two men standing together, she would faint with happiness.

The leader frowned.

He sneered and shouted, "Where did this ignorant brat come from, daring to cross me!"

The sword strike just now was too amazing, so he didn't attack immediately, but wanted to test the man's strength first.

Afei didn't respond to his words or ask who he was, simply because the subtitles for "Ancient Martial Arts Chronicles" had already appeared.

[Pang Wen detected; cultivation technique detected: "Dragon's Power"; analysis to begin.]

This person was none other than Chenlong, one of the twelve constellations, and Pang Wen, known as the head of the four spirits.

He was the strategist of the "Twelve Constellations" organization, and he planned almost all of the organization's operations.

It was only with him and Wei Wuyuan, these two men, one a scholar and the other a warrior, that the world trembled in fear of the "Twelve Constellations" organization.

Pang Wen was not only skilled in martial arts, but also extremely ruthless. He used the torture of "mercury pouring over the head" more than once or twice.

The evil he committed is beyond anything anyone in the world can imagine.

Whoever falls into his hands would rather be dead.

Because he insists that people should not even be able to die.