In the Blade

Du Chengfeng still had some impression of the name Liu Qingyun.

From the memory of the pile of knives in his clothes, Du Chengfeng had heard of this name. This warrior known for his sharp swords often appeared in people's gossip, and he sounded very powerful.

But what really made Du Chengfeng remember this name was when he was sharpening the Chengfeng Sword. The swordsman named Cui Yuan once wanted to compete with Liu Qingyun, and even prepared for this battle with a mentality of facing a great enemy.

Du Chengfeng knew Cui Yuan's martial arts. He practiced swordsmanship for fifteen years and killed more than two hundred people. At this level, he still thought that Liu Qingyun was stronger... In other words, Liu Qingyun's skills were actually better than Cui Yuan?

"Give me the knife."

Du Chengfeng immediately became interested.

On the one hand, he was curious about how this fight was fought. After all, if he remembered correctly, Cui Yuan had become mentally ill after the sword was broken. On the other hand, it was because Liu Qingyun used a knife.

As it happens, Du Chengfeng's strongest fighting force at the moment is also a knife.

"Then let me see your knife skills!"

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng drew his knife out of its sheath and then placed the blade on the whetstone.

The sunlight reflected on the blade, and the edge of the blade shone with the glorious years of the past.

With careful polishing, Du Chengfeng gradually felt the life of this knife.

This knife was originally a hobby work of a blacksmith. The blade was extremely long, three feet and eight points. If you add a one-foot and three-point handle, it would be more than five feet. But unlike Du Chengfeng's thick and heavy knife, the blade of this long knife is not wide, but narrow and sharp. The straight blade is more like a sword than a knife.

In the eyes of the blacksmith, this long knife imitating the ancient horse-slashing sword should be able to sell for a good price.

Unfortunately, most people in Jizhen don't know the goods.

The popular swords used by swordsmen in the north are less than three feet long, including the handle. They can be wielded with one hand or chopped with both hands. Whether it is at home, traveling, or killing people, this kind of sword can be regarded as a good helper. In comparison, no matter how powerful the long sword made by the blacksmith is, this five-foot-long sword is still a little inconvenient to carry.

In desperation, the blacksmith could only reduce the price of the sword, and even did not seek to make back the cost, as long as the loss was small.

It was at this time that the young Liu Qingyun came to the stall.

Perhaps there is indeed a kind of fate between people and swords. Liu Qingyun, who was short of money, happened to encounter a long sword that was sold at a reduced price. So he only spent one coin and Liu Qingyun got this five-foot-long sword.

You should know that Liu Qingyun himself was only about six feet tall at that time. The five-foot-long sword was leaning on the ground, and the handle could even reach his chin.

It was on this day that Liu Qingyun officially became a Jibei swordsman.

In other people's mouths, the life of a swordsman is chic, drinking big bowls of wine and eating big mouthfuls of meat, drawing swords at a disagreement, and life and death are determined by the rise and fall of the sword, highlighting a happy revenge. But for the young Liu Qingyun, the life of a swordsman is tight. He has no reputation and can't get any commissions, and no one is willing to pay him to protect Ping An. Everyone thinks that this young man holding a five-foot-long sword has no beard and doesn't look reliable.

So Liu Qingyun urgently needs to prove himself and prove that he is mature enough.

Soon, he found his target.

It was a group of horse thieves who roamed back and forth between Youzhou and Jizhou. The officials of the two states were extremely troubled by them. If they could be solved, he Liu Qingyun would definitely be famous.

So the young Liu Qingyun hung the long sword on his waist and went to track alone.

All the way to the camp of those horse thieves, Liu Qingyun wanted to draw his sword. He had practiced martial arts for many years and thought that he was not bad. It was just a few horse thieves, and he would definitely be able to catch them easily.

But at this moment, the scouts of the horse bandits found him.

It turned out that the group of horse bandits had not been in the camp before, but had just returned from the looting. Seeing someone holding a knife and moving towards the camp, they immediately rushed over with their horses and whipped their whips.

But Liu Qingyun had no time to draw his knife.

The five-foot-long knife hung on his waist, and it was impossible to completely draw it out by ordinary methods. Even if Liu Qingyun drew his knife on weekdays, he would first unsheathe the long knife from his waist and then throw it aside.

And now the horse was rushing towards him, so how could he have the opportunity to unsheathe the long knife!

"I'm going to die!"

Liu Qingyun's soul was scared, and his whole back was instantly wet with cold sweat.

"Draw the knife, draw the knife... Quick! Draw the knife!"

In a hurry, Liu Qingyun instinctively shrank his body, and his spine was tightly clenched like a big cat.

Then, the whole spine stretched out like a spring, soaring like a dragon.

At this moment, the blade, which was three feet and eight centimeters long, was unsheathed at an incredible speed.

The horse thief who had brushed past Liu Qingyun had already fallen half of his body off the horse's back, spilling blood all over the ground.

Together with the horse's head that had been cut off.

Facts have proved that Liu Qingyun did not exaggerate his fighting ability. When he drew his sword, these horse thieves were really no match for him. Between the rise and fall of his body, the team of more than a dozen horse thieves was killed by him, and the looted goods naturally fell into Liu Qingyun's hands.

However, compared with these ill-gotten gains, Liu Qingyun cared more about the posture of drawing his sword just now.

So after returning, Liu Qingyun concentrated on research.

Soon after, the name of Liu Qingyun, the fast knife, resounded throughout Jibei, and the sword technique known as the "Dragon and Tiger Two Movements" was even more powerful. It rose like a dragon and fell like a tiger leaping. Combined with the handle Liu Qingyun's "Broken Horse", which was much slenderer than an ordinary swordsman's weapon, was in the limelight for a time.

With the speed of drawing the sword as fast as the wind, coupled with the attack range far beyond that of ordinary long swords, almost no swordsman is Liu Qingyun's opponent.

After that, Liu Qingyun finally accomplished what he wanted to do. He not only became a Jibei swordsman, but also became the most famous Jibei swordsman. Drinking from a big bowl and eating meat with big mouthfuls. If they disagree, they draw their swords at each other. When the sword is raised and dropped, life and death are separated. It is an indescribable and unrestrained joy.

Of course, in this process, Liu Qingyun has not encountered challengers, but almost no one can stop his dragon and tiger moves, and the broken horse in his palm.

Until a swordsman came to the door.

As a local snake, Liu Qingyun knew the origin of the swordsman. The remnants of the group of horse thieves he killed all those years ago should be here to seek revenge. As for the "swordsmanship training" the other party mentioned, he only thought that It's a joke. If you want to fight, fight. Where does all this nonsense come from?

Even if he is no longer young, he cannot lose to the son of a horse thief, not to mention that his long sword has just been sharpened in Yanzhou, which is a good time to kill people.

But what Liu Qingyun thought was different was that the swordsman named Cui Yuan came to the door earlier than expected.

"I see, you want to attack me suddenly when I'm not ready?"

Looking at Cui Yuan in front of him, Liu Qingyun couldn't help but shake his head.

How could such a small skill deceive him? As a Jibei swordsman who struggled in life and death, Liu Qingyun had already developed the habit of being able to draw a sword at any time.

However, after looking at the scabbard on Cui Yuan's waist, Liu Qingyun still frowned.

The long sword blade is three feet long, which is eight minutes shorter than his broken horse. In other words, the distance suppression brought by his broken horse may not be able to be used at the moment.

This made Liu Qingyun look at Cui Yuan more.

He didn't expect that this kid would come prepared.

But it doesn't matter.

Even though the lengths of the weapons on both sides were similar, Liu Qingyun was absolutely confident in his shooting speed. At the beginning, it was just a rudiment of rapid drawing of the sword, but now he has mastered it in the form of dragon and tiger. Compared with the sharp sword that could cut off horses with one strike in the past, his speed of drawing the sword today is already much better.

As long as the knife is faster than the sword, he can cut off the head of this remaining creature first.

As long as the knife is faster than the sword...

"laugh--"

Just when Liu Qingyun had just pulled out the long knife halfway, the blade had already cut across his throat.

Liu Qingyun couldn't understand. He had obviously mastered the two movements of dragon and tiger, and his sword-drawing speed had reached its peak, but why was his sword-drawing speed still half a beat slower?

What kind of demonic skills did that remnant named Cui Yuan practice? Why is the sword drawn so fast?

"you……"

Liu Qingyun tried hard to find the truth, but he no longer had the energy to look up.

Most of his neck was cut open by the sword blade, and Liu Qingyun lost his life in just a few breaths.

"this……"

Du Chengfeng fell silent after watching all this.

Liu Qingyun didn't see the sword clearly, but he did. The reason why Liu Qingyun was half a beat slower was not because he drew the sword too slowly, but simply because the opponent Cui Yuan's sword blade was too short.

Holding a broken sword in his hand, Cui Yuan, who has been practicing swordsmanship for fifteen years, can naturally draw the sword out of its sheath much faster than Liu Qingyun.

"Sure enough! This is really part of the practice!"

After sheathing the sword, Cui Yuan, who was covered in blood, walked away excitedly, with such a nagging look that no one dared to stop him for a while.

And Du Chengfeng finally recovered from this memory.

The feeling of seeing that mentally ill man again was not a good one for Du Chengfeng. Fortunately, the dragon and tiger movements recorded on the long knife named "Broken Horse" were indeed the sword skills that he urgently needed at the moment. Order - but what worries Du Chengfeng the most is the blind spot hidden in this memory, which is extremely easy to ignore.

That is, this long knife called Broken Horse was once sharpened in Yanzhou.

This is the first time Du Chengfeng knows about other grinders.

It's just that this grinding experience, unexpectedly, did not appear on the long knife like those murderous memories.

Thanks to Mr. Haishan Shuyou and Kongshan Mingyuezhu. It is so difficult to vote for a recommendation if I want to change my name. Your support is the driving force for me to move forward. Thank you all. In addition, I would like to collect the new book and recommend it. Thank you very much.