In the Blade

Du Chengfeng returned to the courtyard and looked at the long sword in his hand.

The blade is three feet long, the handle is eight inches and two points long, and the sword is narrow and sharp. Just holding it in your hand, you will feel like you want to find something to stab and cut. This is not even because of the influence of the evil spirit of the sword, but simply because the sword is too easy to use.

"This sword is really good."

Although Du Chengfeng has never seen any good swords, with his current understanding of weapons and combat, he can judge the quality of weapons just by touching them.

Just like the sword in his hand, the steel mouth is sharp, and it can cut hair with a blow. The center of gravity is also first-class.

This is not something that can be made in an ordinary folk workshop.

"It's called Chengfeng."

The scarred man named Cui Yuan spoke, and his words were full of pity.

"Please treat it carefully, sir."

Du Chengfeng pretended not to hear such words.

Giving weapons names and treating them as people, no wonder the man named Cui Yuan was polite just now, but suddenly attacked him. Du Chengfeng originally thought that mental illness was just an adjective, but now it seems that the symptoms of this man named Cui Yuan are not light.

However, when Du Chengfeng put the blade on the whetstone, he realized that there was a reason why the other party named the sword.

That was fifteen years ago. Cui Yuan was only fourteen years old at the time. He was still very young. His parents had passed away. He had been practicing both civil and martial arts with his teacher, tirelessly.

However, one day, his teacher suddenly gave his sword to Cui Yuan as a parting gift.

"The great roc rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles. I hope you can be an upright person like this straight sword."

Before leaving, Cui Yuan's teacher blessed his disciple like this and told him to eat well.

But the young Cui Yuan just shook his head.

"Master, I will go with you too. Wherever you go, I will go."

"I told you not to call me Master, but Teacher."

The tall man squatted down and pressed Cui Yuan's shoulder.

"Teacher is going to a dangerous place this time to do something big. Just like you have your own ambitions, I also have my own ambitions. You will be the only one left in the future. You must live a good life..."

"Then why can't I go?"

Cui Yuan gritted his teeth, tears already flowing down his face.

"Is it because I am the son of a horse thief? Just because of my background?"

"It's not a matter of background."

The tall man raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Cui Yuan's face.

"Because this matter is really dangerous, Teacher can do it, but your current strength is far from enough."

It was precisely because of this farewell and the gift of the sword that the young Cui Yuan decided to learn sword.

When seeing this, Du Chengfeng thought it was normal. After all, on the border of Jibei, such separations and injuries would happen three or five times a month, if not every day. After a while, there would be more swordsmen or warriors in Jizhou. They would shout that they wanted to become stronger, but died in some inexplicable vendetta.

But what he saw next made Du Chengfeng look sideways.

Even though the teacher had left, Cui Yuan still did not slack off. On the contrary, Cui Yuan's practice became more diligent. He trained his body, practiced the Jinlu, washed, stabbed, blocked, and chopped. Although it was only the most basic swordsmanship, Cui Yuan practiced it very seriously.

Swinging the sword three thousand times a day, Du Chengfeng had only heard others brag about it, but had never seen it with his own eyes.

But Cui Yuan persisted for fifteen years.

The only witness of all this was the long sword named Chengfeng.

In the past fifteen years, Cui Yuan has made a total of 135 attacks. His Chengfeng Sword never kills nameless ghosts. All the swordsmen with a little fame in Jizhou and Youzhou have been challenged by Cui Yuan, and then killed with one sword.

Although there is no grudge, he kills people every time. Such cruel behavior is extremely shocking even among the swordsmen who kill people for a living. Therefore, Cui Yuan has been scolded all the time.

But Cui Yuan doesn't care. He just thinks it is part of the practice and a way to become stronger.

This time, not only Du Chengfeng, but all the swordsmen in Jibei also began to think that Cui Yuan's brain is abnormal.

So as his reputation gradually rose, Cui Yuan soon became the target of public criticism. After a short connection, hundreds of swordsmen simply organized themselves and prepared to kill this unruly scourge.

But until the moment Cui Yuan drew his sword, these swordsmen realized that what they were facing was no longer human.

It was a one-sided massacre. The swordsmen who were originally confident of victory fell to the ground like harvested wheat. Even those swordsmen who escaped were pierced through the throat by Cui Yuan who chased them. All the swordsmen who participated in the siege became ghosts under Cui Yuan's sword without exception.

And this experience of fighting one against a hundred finally made Cui Yuan confirm that his swordsmanship had made some progress.

So in order to make his swordsmanship perfect, Cui Yuan, who was already 29 years old, had to challenge the last opponent.

That was the famous swordsman in Jizhou, Liu Qingyun, known as the "Fast Sword". When Cui Yuan was still young, it was this young fast swordsman who killed all the bandits in Youzhou alone with only the long sword in his hand.

He also killed Cui Yuan's parents.

But Cui Yuan knew that his trip was not for revenge. Compared to those boring things, what he wanted to do more was to overcome the fear and anxiety that had been engraved in his heart since childhood.

Only by climbing over this last and first mountain, his sword could be invincible and unparalleled in the world.

Only then could he break through all difficulties and obstacles.

"Hiss..."

After sharpening the long sword, Du Chengfeng looked at the sword in his hand, and then looked at Cui Yuan in front of him, and couldn't help but start to have a toothache.

Strictly speaking, this was the first time he really came into contact with a living person who was holding a fierce weapon but still maintained his sanity. Although the other party's speech and behavior looked like a mental patient, Du Chengfeng just thought it looked like one. After all, the other party knew to knock on the door before visiting, and knew to apologize if he did something wrong, and knew to wash his hands after going to the toilet, which was at least quite normal.

But who would have thought that this swordsman named Cui Yuan actually had some mental problems.

It is true that the long sword has accumulated a lot of evil spirit, but Cui Yuan's obsession with becoming stronger has surpassed killing itself. Rather than saying that the sword is driving Cui Yuan to kill, it is better to say that Cui Yuan is driving the sword to test his own weight by killing.

Just like now.

"I mean, I didn't charge you any money, right?"

Seeing Cui Yuan take the long sword and point the tip of the sword at himself, Du Chengfeng's face can't help but become ugly.

"Is this how you treat a kind person?"

"You didn't use your full strength just now."

As he spoke, Cui Yuan, who was standing with the sword, looked at Du Chengfeng's side.

A heavy two-handed sword was lying there quietly.

The evil spirit was overwhelming.

"This is your usual weapon! This is your real ability!"

The man named Cui Yuan held the long sword tightly and stared at Du Chengfeng's eyes.

Reflected in Du Chengfeng's sight was the calm madness that he had seen countless times on the Chengfeng Sword.

"I didn't expect to meet such an opponent before I mastered the swordsmanship! Please teach me!"

Swish--

As he spoke, the sharp long sword named Chengfeng had already stabbed towards Du Chengfeng, as fast as lightning.

But Du Chengfeng still stepped back to dodge.

After sharpening the sword just now, Du Chengfeng was already completely familiar with Cui Yuan's sword path. Now, in the blink of an eye, Cui Yuan couldn't even touch him with a single sword-but this made Cui Yuan even more excited, and the long sword in his hand became more urgent and faster!

"Yes! This is it! This is what I want!"

Swinging the long sword, Cui Yuan had never felt so happy. At this moment, he even felt inexplicably that the opponent in front of him was another self.

Is there anything more enjoyable than fighting against yourself?

Of course there is, that is, fighting against someone stronger than yourself.

Only by stepping on the bones of the strong can he become stronger!

"Come!"

After sixteen consecutive swords, Du Chengfeng was finally pressed into a corner by Cui Yuan's sword.

It was at this time that Cui Yuan finally saw that the man in front of him, Du Chengfeng, was holding the heavy sword.

"Good!"

Cui Yuan raised his sword and shouted, and the sword flashed.

"Zheng——"

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing echoed in the room.

And Cui Yuan's long sword had already slashed across the opponent's neck.

"Huh..."

After a long breath, Cui Yuan couldn't help but feel relieved.

Although he already knew that this knife sharpener named Du Chengfeng was somewhat capable, the heavy sword still shocked him. Just looking at the fierceness that almost overflowed from the blade, it was clear that only a brave warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles could use such a weapon.

Fortunately, he was the winner again this time.

Once again, he defeated the powerful enemy with his own strength, and once again, he split the fear in his heart with the sword in his hand.

His sword once again cut through difficulties and obstacles, just as his teacher had once instructed.

When the roc rises with the wind, it soars up to 90,000 miles.

Just like the sword in his hand, he finally became a well-educated and powerful swordsman.

Just like the sword in his hand...

"...Hmm?"

Cui Yuan, who was about to sheath the sword, was stunned.

I saw that the long sword in his hand, which was originally more than three feet long, was only one and a half feet long.

The half of the sword tip that should have crossed the opponent's neck had long disappeared.

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