In the Blade

To be fair, Cui Yuan's swordsmanship has indeed made great progress.

The broken sword lost its length advantage, but at this moment Cui Yuan's figure has become like a ghost - after being hit hard in the chest, Cui Yuan not only did not show any sign of injury, but took advantage of the momentum to fly back, and then the whole person stuck to the ground and rushed again at an incredible angle.

An inch shorter, an inch more dangerous.

It is obvious that even if he has not practiced the red piercing technique, Cui Yuan has already realized the truth in another way.

"Is there really such a thing as a genius in this world?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but think of He Xiqing, the man who was like a god of war. There are always some people in this world who are favored by fate. They only need to try easily to far surpass others who have worked hard for many years.

But now he is no longer the former Du Chengfeng.

When he first met Cui Yuan, his attainments in martial arts could only be described as tragic. Strictly speaking, neither the red-piercing technique nor wrestling can be considered as good martial arts. The only thing he can show off is the butchering knife technique with a heavy sword. These things are fine for bullying ordinary people like Yang Sanlang, but they are not enough to fight against Cui Yuan, a swordsman who has practiced swordsmanship for fifteen years.

In the second fight with Cui Yuan, he had already sharpened Cui Yuan's sword. Although it was only a short time, it was like a lifetime for Du Chengfeng. As a swordsman, he fully understood everything Cui Yuan practiced. It was precisely because of this that he could use the sword to perform sword moves and cut Cui Yuan's sword with one knife.

Now, that is, the third fight, the moves Cui Yuan has learned are not even seen by him.

But this time, there is a huge difference between the two sides.

Based on the two forces of dragon and tiger, he manipulated the muscles and bones of his whole body, and used the auxiliary red piercing technique as the output idea. Every move was focused on the vital points. When he was far away, he used the flying dragon sword variation, and when he was close, he used the close-range throwing and throwing. The agile tiger leaping body technique could be used for attack or defense. Of course, the most important thing was that the large amount of killing experience had finally been integrated into the art of butchering pigs, and he had reached the level of self-cultivation.

Strictly speaking, Du Chengfeng didn't know what his current level was. After all, he had not met anyone who could make him give his all so far.

Cui Yuan in front of him was no match for him.

"One inch longer, one inch stronger."

The long sword had not even been unsheathed. Du Chengfeng used the sword as a stick to sweep Cui Yuan's lower body.

He was not the former fast sword Liu Qingyun, and he was not so obsessed with drawing the sword.

"Hah!"

Just as the scabbard was about to sweep his face, Cui Yuan, who was originally flying close to the ground, jumped into the air and stabbed Du Chengfeng's face with the broken sword in his hand!

Even when he was sharpening this Broken Horse Long Sword, Du Chengfeng had never seen such a move.

Once upon a time, Du Chengfeng thought that fighting was about knowing yourself and the enemy. When he knew all the moves of his opponent, he would be able to win - but at this moment, he suddenly understood that the opponent is the opponent, the enemy is the enemy, how could someone who can be his enemy follow his thinking?

That is somewhat too much to underestimate the enemy.

Also, too much to underestimate yourself.

"Come!"

When the spine was stretched, Du Chengfeng suddenly raised the long sword in his hand!

Dong——

The hardwood scabbard flew out from the sword, fiercely picking between Cui Yuan's chest and abdomen, and pushed his whole body into the air!

"What..."

The chest and abdominal diaphragm was hit hard, even though Cui Yuan had practiced sword for fifteen years, his breathing could not help but stagnate at this moment.

And when Cui Yuan fell to the ground, this Broken Horse Long Sword was already across his neck.

"Really amazing."

Du Chengfeng gently wiped the wound on his face.

"No wonder you were able to kill Liu Qingyun with one sword, it was indeed very concealed... The sword light you just stabbed out should be five feet long, right? Five feet and two points?"

"This..."

Cui Yuan wanted to raise the broken sword, but Du Chengfeng raised his foot and hooked the scabbard and hit his wrist.

The broken sword fell to the ground, and Cui Yuan finally lowered his head.

"I lost."

"Well, it is indeed you who lost this time."

This time, Du Chengfeng did not shirk or deny, but nodded decisively.

Just because, this time, it was indeed his victory.

Not relying on the enemy information obtained by sharpening the knife, nor just fighting with people at close range, this time, he only relied on his own martial arts to completely suppress Cui Yuan, who had practiced sword for fifteen years.

Even if the opponent has hidden his moves, even if the opponent's seemingly broken broken sword can stab out an invisible sword light of five feet, it is the same.

"I lost, kill me if you want to kill me."

Cui Yuan's neck was straight, and he had completely given up resistance.

"In the way of swordsmanship, with the teacher standing in front of me, I will never be able to improve in my next life. Rather than standing still all day, it is better to die at the hands of the teacher, which is also a good story."

"Hmm..."

Du Chengfeng frowned.

It was a pity to kill Cui Yuan like this. After all, even if Cui Yuan died, he could only add a breath of sword and weapon evil spirit to him. As for Cui Yuan's broken sword...although the five-foot sword light does look useful, his broken horse long sword has mastered similar means of increasing attack distance when killing those wizards.

What's more, the blazing fire blade of his thick sword can cover a distance of three feet when it is fully fired. Compared with this, the length of five feet and two points is still a bit too short.

On the contrary, if he didn't kill, Cui Yuan might be a good helper.

Being able to pierce the sword light with a broken sword, Cui Yuan has obviously reached the level of being able to control evil swords - but judging from Cui Yuan's mental state, this swordsman may have already figured out what he should live for. , and why he killed.

Although Du Chengfeng always felt that this matter was a bit subtle, he had to admit that mental patients always think more directly than peace-loving normal people like him, and it is easier to control evil weapons.

But since Cui Yuan has reached this level, he is indeed qualified to be a helper. As the saying goes, one person can plan shortcomings, and two people can plan longings. If Cui Yuan is brought along to attack and kill those grassland barbarians, the effect will be twice the result with half the effort.

What's more, since Cui Yuan is still alive, it means that the rangers and swordsmen who were originally active in Jizhou are probably not dead either. If these people are organized...

"wrong!"

An idea flashed in his mind, and Du Chengfeng suddenly woke up.

It's indeed wrong. Although this idea seems to be okay, it is based on his usual thinking - as the saying goes, there is strength in numbers, which is something he learned in elementary school.

But the problem is that in this world where the evil spirit of weapons exists.

Does more people really mean greater power?

"No, no, no."

Du Chengfeng shook his head repeatedly, and he suddenly noticed the blind spot in his vision.

In this world with the evil aura of swords and weapons, more people do not necessarily mean greater strength, especially when facing people like him or He Xiqing, who have fully understood that killing people can make you stronger, the more ordinary people who lack strength. , on the contrary, it gives the other side more opportunities to fight to support war.

And the best example is none other than himself. He has only been killing for one day, and how rapid is his progress?

As for He Xi Qing...

"How many people has he killed?"

Du Chengfeng's heart felt heavy when he thought of that figure who looked like a god of war.

And his original plan also changed slightly because of this thought.

"I won't kill you, but I want you to do something."

Picking up the scabbard that fell on the ground, Du Chengfeng put the knife away and returned it to the scabbard.

"I know that there may be some rangers or swordsmen still hiding in the wilds of Jizhou, maybe still looking for opportunities to fight back against the grassland people... Indeed, Governor Liu also talked to me at the beginning, and the folk martial arts in Jizhou are abundant , He did it intentionally, just to have a second level of combat power to hold back those grassland people by means of harassment after the fall of Jizhou."

At this point, Du Chengfeng shook his head.

"But, I don't need them, I don't need them to hold me back. Their so-called harassment will only make the prairie people accumulate more weapons and weapons, and I don't need them to cause trouble for me in this way."

"That is to say, sir wants me to be a killer."

Cui Yuanzheng, who had fallen to the ground, sat up and frowned slightly.

"If I want to kill them all, I'll forgive you..."

"It's not like we killed them all."

Hearing that Cui Yuan opened his mouth to kill someone, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but wave his hands.

It is indeed not to the point of needing to kill people. After all, these rangers or swordsmen also have good intentions. In other words, the idea of ​​​​knowing that their lives are in danger but still wanting to protect Jizhou with all their lives is actually very admirable.

The only problem is that this kindness is used in the wrong place. These rangers will only lose their lives in vain and even make He Xiqing stronger.

Of course, Du Chengfeng couldn't just sit back and watch He Xiqing go around killing people and becoming stronger.

He wants to dig out the roots of Jizhou and make He Xiqing no longer able to survive.

"You have to find them, but you don't have to kill them... Indeed, they will definitely not listen to you, so you have to subdue them, fight them away, let them get out of Jizhou, and don't cause trouble here."

At this point, Du Chengfeng saw that Cui Yuan was still a little confused, so he simply added.

"This is also part of spiritual practice."

"Is this part of spiritual practice?"

Cui Yuan's attention was indeed attracted.

"Is this part of spiritual practice? Can this be considered spiritual practice?"

This involves Cui Yuan's knowledge blind spot. For him, or for most people in Jizhou, a place rich in martial arts, cultivation is either a life-and-death struggle, or hard study and practice—— In other words, if you are not killing people, you are on the way to kill people.

But don't kill people...

Isn't this a sign of bloodlessness?

"This...can't really be considered this."

Du Chengfeng fell into silence for a while.

It was obviously his side who was planning to deceive the mentally ill, but now he was a bit confused by Cui Yuan's questions.

At least it does seem like this. After all, killing the opponent is the real victory. As for not killing, it seems to be like what Cui Yuan said, lacking a bit of bravery.

But at this moment, Du Chengfeng remembered He Xiqing.

It was clear that there was a life-and-death feud between the two parties, but He Xiqing did not choose to kill him immediately. Instead, he calmly rushed to Jizhen and completed the feat of breaking the city overnight. During the whole process, Du Chengfeng was Left alone, no one paid attention to him, and no one cared about him.

Indeed, Du Chengfeng was even glad for this, glad that he had a little more buffer time and a little more time to become stronger.

But is this really something to be thankful for?

He Xiqing never paid attention to him at all. The man who looked like a god of war had a more lofty goal. Indeed, there may be a life-and-death feud between them, but He Xiqing never regarded him as one. thing.

"Maybe this is the mentality of the strong..."

With a long sigh, Du Chengfeng subconsciously clenched the handle of the knife.

"Killing is easy, just like now, it is easy for me to slit your throat, but I don't have to kill you because I don't think you are a threat to me."

"you!"

No matter how much Cui Yuan surrendered just now, he couldn't help but be aroused by these words at this moment.

"What if I continue to practice swordsmanship? One day..."

"That day will never happen, because I will keep on being strong."

Du Chengfeng lifted the scabbard and patted Cui Yuan on the shoulder.

"You may become stronger, but I will always be stronger than you. You will never be able to catch up with me in your lifetime."

"..."

Cui Yuan was stunned for a long time, speechless.

In the end, the swordsman lowered his head.

"So that's it, that's it... Sure enough, that's really it. This is indeed part of the practice. This is indeed part of the practice!"

"...Would you wait a moment?"

Seeing Cui Yuan's sudden illness, Du Chengfeng was stunned.

"No, tell me first what do you understand?"

"I have understood everything! Sir, you are really talented!"

Hearing Du Chengfeng's question, Cui Yuan, who was sitting on the ground, bowed deeply on the spot.

"Killing them only shows that I am afraid of them, afraid that they will grow up, and afraid that they will kill me...On the contrary, if I let them go, they will work hard under this humiliation and come back again and again. If you challenge me, you will never lack opponents to hone your sword skills!”

Saying this, Cui Yuan picked up the broken sword on the ground and left the horse thief's den after a few ups and downs.

"I'm going down to practice! I look forward to meeting you again next time!"

"...I might really chop you to death next time."

Looking at Cui Yuanfei's retreating figure, Du Chengfeng felt the urge to kill this mentally ill man for the first time in his heart.

He would never want to see this kind of thing again for a second time, a mentally ill person who could always realize something inexplicably and was extremely powerful.

"But...is this fear?"

Du Chengfeng suddenly felt something in his heart.

Yes, fear, he didn't want to deal with mental illness anyway, that's why murderous intent arose in his heart just now.

When he was in Ji Town before, He Xiqing also tried to chase him several times.

"That is to say..."

Du Chengfeng vaguely thought of something, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"At that time, he wanted to kill me! That means he was afraid of me!"

At this moment, the invincible image of a god of war in Du Chengfeng's mind suddenly collapsed.

It turns out that the man who claims to be omnipotent is not as indestructible as he seems on the surface. He is also afraid, angry, and worried about the growth of his enemies.

I will also treat him as an ordinary person with no ambitions.

"It turns out this is the real you..."

Following this trace of murderous intention that had been revealed before, following this trace of undetectable fear, Du Chengfeng finally felt the true side of He Xiqing.

For the first time, he truly understood his enemy.

“This is the true way of knowing yourself and your enemy.”

Du Chengfeng, who was in a good mood, put away his knife and got on his horse.

Although this battle with Cui Yuan was a complete accident, it completely eliminated the awe of He Xiqing in his heart.

At the same time, He Xiqing's murder channel was also conveniently revealed.

"I can kill your soldiers, but who can you kill?"

This time, Du Chengfeng was finally convinced that he would win.

But before that, he had one last thing to do.

"I hope it won't take too long..."

Du Chengfeng, who left the horse thief's den, rushed all the way back to Yangjiabao without stopping.

This is the last link in the whole plan. As long as all the people in Yangjiapu are dispersed and moved, then in the land of Jizhou, apart from the grassland people, he will be the only one left.

If he fought against the entire grassland army with his own strength, if others heard about it, they might just think he was crazy.

But Du Chengfeng knew that he could do it.

Because these grassland barbarians were in his way.

"As long as the final finishing work is done, you can have a good sleep..."

Just when he was about to return to Yangjiapu, Du Chengfeng on horseback suddenly frowned.

Just because there was already billowing smoke in the sky over the distant village.

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