Wushuang Wushuang Swordsman

Chapter 4
Ouyang Feng still had business in his thatched cottage, so he didn't stay in Shuangqi Town any longer.

Li Xuange bought a few horse meat buns, he hadn't eaten meat for a long time, he had to try it.

Then he grabbed the rougamo and went to the only blacksmith shop in the town. The blacksmith lay idly by the door, basking in the sun with his belly exposed.

He glanced lazily at Li Xuange, then at the knife stuck in his waist.

"The knife is rusty, just sharpen it yourself, use the whetstone as you like, and don't charge for it."

The blacksmith's Guanzhong accent was not from the local area either.

"Don't sharpen the knife, but give me a sword. I want an eight-faced Han sword. It is three feet six inches long, two fingers and a half wide, weighs three catties, four or seven taels, and its center of gravity is an inch and a half in front of the guard."

Unexpectedly, after the blacksmith heard this, he turned his back to Li Xuange, and said angrily: "I can only fight with a knife. No one in Kansai uses a sword."

Li Xuange squatted beside him, dissatisfied: "There is no one who knows how to fight a sword but can't fight a sword. You are a swordsman, not a swordsman. If you fight a sword, I will give you double the money."

He was also taught to learn Guan Zhong accent.

The blacksmith stretched out a finger, "Ten taels of silver, the forehead does not guarantee a good strike, it is easy to break, so don't make trouble for the forehead."

Li Xuange's eyes widened, "It's a tael of silver to make a broken knife, but you need ten taels for a sword? Can't you guarantee the quality?!"

The blacksmith got impatient, sat up and glared at Li Xuange and said: "It's been said, no one in the Kansai desert uses a sword! Even the most famous knives forging field in Kansai, Lianfeng, never uses a sword! I don't like to use knives." , then use it!"

Li Xuange was speechless, this broken knife in his hand was really difficult to use, one was only two feet long, and the other had a strange center of gravity, it was difficult to use, and the speed of the knife was a bit slower.

In this morning's duel, if it wasn't for the opponent's mediocre strength, Li Xuange might not be as good as a casual walker.

This world is very dangerous, if you want to use a knife, you are risking your life. If you set foot on the road of rivers and lakes by yourself, you must have something to eat.

At the moment, he could only settle for the next best thing, and said helplessly: "If you don't use a sword, then don't use a sword. Will you be able to use the ring sword? With a straight blade, the length, weight and center of gravity are the same as the Eight-faced Han Sword."

"One tael of silver, I can help you make a good knife! I think back then, I was also from Lianfeng!"

After the silver was handed over, the blacksmith patted his ass, shook his body with plaster, and excitedly turned on the furnace to smelt iron and forged knives. It seemed that it would be difficult to come out in a few days.

However, Li Xuange was somewhat familiar with the name Lianfeng mentioned by the blacksmith. He seemed to have heard the name in some movie.

Ever since he met Immortal Yidao, he already knew which story this Shuangqi town was from.

It seems that this world is not a single world, but a mixed world. If the Lianfeng comes from another story, then the world of this world is really unimaginable.

Li Xuange, who had nothing to do, turned on the system. The swordsman who was killed in a duel this morning gave him a little bit of Xuangong points, but he was still a little short of opening the second layer of Hunyuangong.

If you kill a person, you can earn a little Xuangong points...

Li Xuange looked around the town, and finally caught sight of the miser who hired him before, and then shook his head violently.

Said to himself: "Don't be so addicted to killing, I am a swordsman, and the one who wants to be a swordsman in the future is not a perverted murderer!

Although this system is useful, it should not be relied upon. Only by being honest with yourself and the sword, can you climb the pinnacle of swordsmanship!
Furthermore, the system has reminded me that mystic skills are based on duels, so massacres shouldn't be considered duels..."

Thinking this way in his heart, he walked to a deserted place next to the blacksmith's shop alone, pulled out the broken knife at his waist, and recalled the knife that Immortal Yidao used to kill people again in his mind.

Can't help imitating swinging a knife out!

The blade tore through the air, as if it was in sync with the wind, producing a mysterious and mysterious meaning in it.

However, Li Xuange couldn't help frowning. This sword was stronger in speed, strength and spirit than any sword he swung before, and it should be the effect of that layer of Hunyuan Gong.

This internal skill is very simple and practical. You don't need to deliberately pay attention to the flow of true energy in the dantian, and it can be attached to the force, so the power of the knife is greatly increased.

But this is not what Li Xuange wants, he knows that the real killing knife is not just strong and fast.

Yidaoxian's knife is not only fast, but also includes the timing and angle of the knife, coupled with the swordsman's belief in the knife in his hand, they together bring together the final result, which is indispensable.

Li Xuange looked at the broken knife in his hand, no matter what he could not put his faith in this knife, he could not trust this knife at all.

Then try to change the angle and timing of the knife, and see if you can chop the wind-cutting knife of Immortal Yidao!

That's right, Yidaoxian's sword also tore through the air, but unlike Li Xuange who walked with the wind, he cut through the wind!

This is a very mysterious feeling, and it can only be felt through the ears, listening to the vibration of the air and the tearing of the wind, can one truly know the ruthlessness of that knife.

In the morning, although Li Xuange was far away from the place where Immortal Yidao killed people, but with the blessing of Hunyuan Gong internal force, coupled with the absolute concentration of his mind, he still felt the subtleties of that knife.

As a master of swordsmanship, he will not miss such an opportunity to comprehend and grow.

So the blacksmith was smelting iron ore, forging iron and making knives, and Li Xuange swung his knives around all day long, and others looked at him like a fool.

Only the new clerk from the nearby horse meat shop, whose name is Brother Hai or something, occasionally showed surprise in his eyes when he watched Li Xuange draw his knife.

He is the descendant of Kansai Wuji Dao and the protagonist of the movie Swordsman in Shuangqi Town.

Li Xuange didn't care about him. At this time, Brother Hai was just a child who had just been approved by his father-in-law and fiancee, but he was still timid and fearless, without any confidence.

Li Xuange swung his saber no less than a thousand times a day. From sunrise to sunset, every time he swung his saber, he had to think for a moment, feel the subtle changes in the saber's movement, and experience the feeling of cutting the wind.

The next day, he only made the saber out faster, but did not achieve the desired effect of chopping the wind, and after the saber was out, the empty door was exposed, and there was no energy left.

On the third day, he tried to reserve three points of power to make up for his flaws, but the speed of his sword suddenly slowed down. Such a knife is lethal, but the three points of power left when facing Yidao Xian must not be effective.

On the fourth day, he still planned to swing his sword with all his strength in a desperate attitude. As long as the opponent hacked to death before himself, he didn't need to spare any energy!

The saber became fiercer, and the killing intent was even stronger, even the blacksmith didn't dare to approach him, as if there was a hole in the ice beside Li Xuange.

However, such a knife only has pure violence, and still cannot achieve the artistic conception of chopping the wind.

On the fifth day, Li Xuange decided not to observe with his eyes, but to listen only with his ears, and to feel the artistic conception of the knife with his ears, so he covered his eyes with a black cloth and continued to swing the knife non-stop.

On the sixth day, still no insight...

On the seventh day, the ring-shou knife cast by the blacksmith was ready. Li Xuange immediately exchanged the broken knife in his hand with the horse meat shop for horse meat and roasted it at night.

Holding the Huan Shou Dao that is comfortable in all aspects, Li Xuange's speed of cutting the sword is even faster!
But it's still a little bit short, and it's only a little bit short of artistic conception, and you can feel the sharpness and ruthlessness when cutting through the strong wind.

Fortunately, with the new sword in hand, Li Xuange at least trusted the weapon in his hand, and that day should not be far away.

On the eighth day, three horse bandits came to Shuangqi Town to eat at Brother Hai's horse butcher shop. The leader was Yidaoxian's younger brother.

(End of this chapter)