In the Blade

In the backyard, the daily battle for grinding the millstones continued.

Since there were not as many guests coming to the post station recently, the five Songzhou people who were detained for labor reform had nothing to do. So, out of boredom, the five Songzhou people simply joined the ranks of grinding the millstones and began to fight for the right to grind the two millstones.

Four people fought for two millstones. Although there was competition, everyone could still get some time. But if nine people fought for two millstones, that was another matter.

The intensity of the battle was directly upgraded, and the nine evil masters began to roll inward crazily.

Of course, this level of battle was not very interesting for Du Chengfeng. After all, ordinary evil masters could not do anything that would impress him. What's more, these people had all been stripped of their weapons. The evil masters without weapons were as weak as dogs with their claws plucked out.

However, the five Songzhou people were the exception. Although they did not hold weapons, the tattoos on their bodies had turned bloody. The evil spirits were everywhere between their fists and feet. For a while, they actually suppressed the four martial arts masters.

"Is this... using a special way to condense the evil spirit?"

Du Chengfeng, who was watching the battle from a distance, frowned slightly.

Speaking of which, he had done related experiments before. It should have been not long after he got the power. At that time, he was very curious about the mechanism of the evil spirit. As we all know, killing people with weapons will be infected with evil spirits. This is common knowledge. So the question is, if you only rely on fists and feet to kill people, where will the evil spirits act?

However, curiosity is curiosity. He has never had time to do this experiment. After all, this experiment is not very humane. Later, he simply forgot about it. But he vaguely remembered that even if he killed someone with his bare hands, as long as he brought a knife, the evil spirit would still be attributed to his knife.

It's a very strange mechanism, but it fits this idealistic world that has seen ghosts. Anyway, as long as you see the handle of a knife, you will think that this is a knifeman. Of course, a knifeman kills people with a knife. As for whether a knife is used or not, this is not important. The whole process is full of subjective conjectures that can be thought of by slapping your head, but this kind of nonsense can work.

"Normal logic is often not applicable... Or, who defines the concept of normal?"

Of course, there is no answer to this question. No one can accurately say which specific person the concept of normal comes from. The so-called normal is more like a trend or a consensus - after all, if you take it out alone, no one will say that they are abnormal, even those evil monsters will say that they are normal, but they just look different from the public.

"In short, the old theory may not really work at all times... We must look at things with a changing perspective."

Du Chengfeng, who had just eaten two rabbits, was deeply touched by this, and even the eyes he looked at the five Songzhou people began to change.

Whether it was the evil spirit or the fists and feet, they gradually became blurred. At the moment, Du Chengfeng's sight only saw five flowing mental power aggregates. As these consciousness bodies shouted the shouts of the ancestral spirits, their images became more condensed and solid. Perhaps this primitive shouting was indeed useful, just because another vague mental power was reflected on them, making them fight more fiercely and hit more fiercely.

"Is this the ancestral spirit... by imitating the posture of a strong man?"

Du Chengfeng observed with interest. He had never seen this thing before.

Compared with the common evil spirit, the ancestral spirit worship of Songzhou people is quite unconventional. Those evil spirit masters occasionally passed by Songzhou and fought with these Songzhou people. They often overturned on the spot because of these strange methods that they had never seen before. But now in Du Chengfeng's sight, these strange methods that no one knew about have already unveiled their mysterious veil.

"So... that's what happened."

After watching for a while, Du Chengfeng roughly understood the operating mode of this thing.

It is true that these Songzhou people are fighting unarmed, but in the eyes of these Songzhou people, it is the ancestral spirits who are guiding them to fight - in other words, it can be understood that these Songzhou people have imagined a weapon called "ancestral spirit", but this weapon is not like ordinary weapons that can be used to cut people, but can be attached to their bodies, strengthen their bodies, and provide them with corresponding tactical guidance.

It is precisely because of this operating logic that the evil spirits of these Songzhou people are directly attributed to the "ancestral spirits", and the reflection of the ancestral spirits in reality is the tattoos on these Songzhou people.

"Can you still play like this?"

Du Chengfeng was stunned, and he suddenly wanted to revive Wu Zhao again.

After all, he still remembered that these Songzhou people were the descendants of Wu Zhao's tribe back then. He wanted to ask Wu Zhao if he knew that his descendants could do such an outrageous thing.

But there was no need to ask about this, Wu Zhao might still know about it, after all, when Wu Zhao fought him, he had also revealed this technique of using tattoos.

"It can be considered a new way of playing."

Du Chengfeng concluded.

It was just new, and it had not yet become powerful, just because the situation in the backyard had changed - perhaps because they were finally angry, or because the five Songzhou people fighting together was too bullying, the four masters of evil spirits finally started to exert their strength.

The first person who entered Du Chengfeng's sight was the swordsman named Beidou. This swordsman was the first to fight back. Although he had no sword in his hand, this swordsman used his fingers as swords and practiced stabbing. He forced back two Songzhou men by himself.

Such a posture reminded Du Chengfeng of another swordsman he was familiar with.

However, unlike the swordsman Cui Yuan he knew, this Beidou obviously had a different style. If Cui Yuan's route was extremely sharp, then Beidou was good at extreme precision. Every time he stabbed, Beidou could accurately point to the most uncomfortable position of the two Songzhou people. Even if the two Songzhou people were blessed by the ancestral spirits, they were still beaten and cried out in pain.

The two Songzhou people didn't even know why it became like this. They were obviously the side with the advantage in numbers, but at this moment, the two of them seemed to be surrounded by just one person.

They really didn't know why they were in the deep battle, but Du Chengfeng, as a bystander, saw it clearly.

In Du Chengfeng's sight, the consciousness body named Beidou was constantly rotating. Unlike the vague human-like consciousness displayed by those Songzhou people, the consciousness body of this swordsman was more like a bright star - and now, this star was cleverly rotating around the two Songzhou people, delicately brushing all the attacks of the two Songzhou people, and then fiercely hitting the weaknesses of the two Songzhou people.

"Star power...?"

Seeing that the stream of light that only existed at the level of consciousness was gradually reflected on the fingertips of Beidou in reality, Du Chengfeng nodded slowly.

This certainly couldn't be the real star power. Du Chengfeng had learned some basic astronomy. You know, most of the stars that can be seen in the night sky are stars. The terrifying high temperature alone is not something that humans can withstand - but compared to the real star power, this imaginary star power seems to be easier to use. At least the swordsman named Beidou is quite happy to use it.

Indeed, judging from this performance of the power of stars, this swordsman named Beidou only has a half-baked understanding of stars, but what's wrong with half-baked? Is half-baked not useful?

It's because it's half-baked, so it's easier to lift!

"That's a way..."

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng turned his sight to the fierce master named Su Youfang beside Beidou.

Compared with Beidou's solid heart power, Su Youfang's heart power is relatively scattered. Just looking at the vague appearance, it's not even as good as the Songzhou people on the opposite side - and the facts also proved that Su Youfang is indeed not as good as those Songzhou people, just because those Songzhou people only separated one person, and they could hit Su Youfang by the head.

Even if Su Youfang had fought hard, that insignificant resistance still couldn't shake the Songzhou man in front of him. Under the blessing of the ancestral spirit, the Songzhou man was invincible.

Until Beidou beside him was hit.

Facts have proved that imaginary stars are not real stars after all, and it is a bit too much to imitate stars with human bodies - not to mention that stars themselves have collided, let alone human bodies. Under the attack of the two Songzhou people, Beidou's orbital operation logic was finally caught. The two Songzhou men punched Beidou directly on the spot.

Beidou fell to the ground, but the fierce master named Su Youfang beside Beidou had a visible change.

"You... dare to hit my brother!"

Su Youfang swung his fist and rushed over, and the ferocious momentum was like a prairie fire!

That was the endless hot blood flowing in his body, and the anger that was almost condensed into substance.

"Emotional drive..."

Du Chengfeng, who was watching the battle, touched his chin.

In his sight, Su Youfang's mental strength was originally quite scattered, but when Beidou was knocked to the ground, those scattered mental strengths were ignited in an instant - at this moment, Su Youfang was like a ball of fire, and no grass grew wherever he went.

Even though he was so far away, Du Chengfeng could still feel the anger in Su Youfang's chest.

Regarding emotional drive, Du Chengfeng actually saw a lot. As the saying goes, anger comes from the heart, and evil comes from the courage. Anger can indeed make people become more courageous and aggressive in a short period of time - after all, many evil weapons were born in this way. These weapons were originally ordinary iron, but who can help but use them to carry out some tragic revenge killings. After killing more, they are naturally infected with evil spirits.

However, although he has seen it, it is the first time for Du Chengfeng to observe it directly like this.

"So this is how it works."

Du Chengfeng nodded slowly.

Unlike Beidou's solid cohesion, the mental fluctuations brought by emotional excitement are more like surging waves. It may still lack in solidity, but this explosive force also brings it tremendous power - and when this power is reflected on Su Youfang, it is the current unrestrained attack. Under the support of this anger, Su Youfang, who couldn't even beat a Songzhou man, actually fought against three people alone and helped Beidou out of the siege.

"But I remember that his previous fighting style was not this style..."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng turned his sight again and looked at Hu Sanbian who was fighting with another Songzhou man.

If he remembered correctly, Su Youfang and the old liar Hu Sanbian actually had the same style of play. Of course, there were some differences in the details, but overall they were pretty much the same - but now it seemed that, driven by anger, the relatively young Su Youfang had taken another path.

On the contrary, the old liar Hu Sanbian still insisted on the defensive counterattack and luring the snake out of the hole. In Du Chengfeng's sight, the image of the old liar Hu Sanbian gradually turned into the appearance of a dark venomous snake.

This was in line with Du Chengfeng's understanding of this style of play. The one who felt the most about luring the snake out of the hole was naturally the venomous snake itself. Obviously, the old liar Hu Sanbian also thought so. Although Hu Sanbian dodged most of the time and rarely took the initiative, every time he took a shot, he was experienced and tricky, going straight to the vital point.

It was like a venomous snake lying on the ground, quietly waiting for the opportunity to inject venom into the body of the prey.

"But this snake... is not very obvious."

Du Chengfeng, who saw half of it, began to scratch his head.

What appeared in front of him was just the appearance of a pitch-black venomous snake, which was still a little short of a real venomous snake. If I had to describe it, it was more like a winding and twisted black stick, which would occasionally tremble uneasily.

Compared with the vague human figure reflecting the ancestral spirit on the opposite side, this winding black stick was really not good enough, and the fact was that the old liar Hu Sanbian had not made any positive achievements until now, and could only be regarded as barely holding on.

"Is this the level of an ordinary master of evil spirit... Not firm enough, so it's always a little short of the mark when it comes to fighting?"

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng looked at the last master of evil spirit.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have overestimated the masters of evil spirit.

The last master of evil spirit, if he remembered correctly, should be called Wang Tonggong. Compared with the other three people with different styles, this young man named Wang Tonggong used the orthodox style of the master of evil spirit - that is, to drive the evil spirit in various ways, and then use the majestic evil spirit to kill the opponent head-on.

Theoretically, there is no problem, after all, this is how the masters of evil spirit fight.

But the problem is that Wang Tonggong is now empty-handed.

Without a weapon in hand, there is naturally no evil spirit to use. Wang Tonggong, who is bare-handed, can only rely on the most primitive instinct to swing his fist while trying to use evil spirit to hit back - this is not even what Wang Tonggong wants to try, but he is too accustomed to using evil spirit. At present, swinging fists is not his most common fighting method, and he is not used to it no matter how he fights.

Wang Tonggong is not used to it, but the Songzhou people on the opposite side are quite used to it, so after a round of punches and kicks, Wang Tonggong is almost beaten to pieces on the spot.

Of course, in the physical sense, this is an exaggeration. Those Songzhou people are still undergoing labor reform, so it is naturally impossible for them to kill people in the backyard - but at the level of will, in Du Chengfeng's sight, Wang Tonggong has been broken up, and those scattered mental forces are scattered here and there, and they can't even piece together a complete shape.

Just like Wang Tonggong's blurred consciousness at the moment.

"Will the mental strength also be scattered after a person is knocked unconscious..."

This is the first time Du Chengfeng has seen such a scene, but it is true that a firm will can indeed change everything, but no matter how firm the will is, it is necessary to ensure that the consciousness is at least clear first - of course, some people who are so firm that they may not waver even when their consciousness is blurred, but Wang Tonggong is obviously not in that group.

You must know that Wang Tonggong's mental strength is scattered, and the beating from the Songzhou people made him even worse. Just looking at the broken mental strength, it is still unclear when Wang Tonggong can wake up.

"It can actually be used like this!"

Du Chengfeng, who had watched the whole battle, was still unsatisfied. It was the first time for him to experience this fresh perspective.

"But I've seen enough. What time is it now? Why don't I cook first... huh?"

Du Chengfeng, who was about to go to the kitchen, subconsciously glanced at the sky in the distance.

I saw that under the clear sky that was supposed to be cloudless, there was a huge vortex slowly twisting.

The huge vortex even twisted the clouds, and for a moment it was like a dark cloud covering the sky.

It was the vortex of mental power that enveloped the entire Sanshan Town.