in the edge

Chapter 421 Killing
The battle eventually evolved into hand-to-hand combat.

For Yuan Zhixian, this is not the most ideal situation. If everything can be solved secretly, there is no need to bring things to light - after all, he still wants to live here. After all, this is what he built with his own hands. A beautiful home, he really didn't want to give up everything that was quiet and peaceful.

But now, there is nothing.

His identity has been exposed and everything is gone. Even if he kills the intruder named Du Chengfeng, the peace he has worked so hard to maintain will no longer be there... No, he still has a chance, as long as he kills If he kills this beast, he still has a chance to save everything!
"boom--"

Before Yuan Zhixian could take action, the pillar-like arm exploded over first. The suddenly enlarged arm had the explosive power of a cannonball, and the entire county government office collapsed immediately.

But Yuan Zhixian himself has already taken flight.

Carrying Yuan Zhixian were hundreds of thousands of swallows. These flying swallows, which were originally just paintings, now gathered in the sky like real flying birds, and Yuan Zhixian himself stood gracefully in the air like a flying swallow.

"Since you are seeking death, you can't blame me."

As he said this, the flying swallows in the air fell like a heavy rain.

Feiyan hit the ground, the wall, the table, and Du Chengfeng's body - but this kind of attack was completely useless to Du Chengfeng now. Even though these flying swallows full of evil spirits have piercing power as sharp as swords and spears, unfortunately, he is now invulnerable.

Now, even if he doesn't do anything to parry, it's hard to be hurt. Even if he simply lies on the ground, he won't be hurt at all - after tempering this body, he finally has a relationship with these so-called evil spirit masters. Eliminating the qualitative gap, it is no longer the kind of glass cannon with high attack and low defense, but a true integration of offense and defense, a truly indestructible golden body.

Just like now, even if those flying swallows explode into ink stains on his body, it will be difficult for them to penetrate into his body even a little bit.

After all, he now has the upper hand.

Du Chengfeng asked himself that he did not have any amazing wisdom, but he would not be stupid enough to suffer twice on the same thing.

On Du Chengfeng's side, the big knife that sealed the gray-black phoenix was pulled out, and the knife was driven back desperately - obviously, no matter how much the gray-black phoenix was tortured, he was not willing to face this. level of combat.

With this thought in mind, Du Chengfeng took out the Emperor's Cervical Sword from his waist, which he used as a knife, and with a swipe of his hand, he pulled out the thick and heavy knife out of thin air.

Then, the pen swept across.

"Just don't take out this kind of thing."

In the darkness, Yuan Zhixian's figure gradually emerged from the endless ink stains.

He replaced words with actions.

"Dang Cang——"

The blazing fire blade drew a bright arc, illuminating the space wrapped in pitch-black ink. It had not fought for a long time and was so happy that it was eager to drink the blood of its enemy!

The thick broadsword was burning with blazing flames, which was a sign of strong fighting spirit. It seemed that this old friend, who had been put aside for a long time, was also looking forward to the next battle.

however……

He could feel that the big knife in his hand was suddenly missing something crucial.

No, not just in front of him, everything around him went dark - the ink exploded by those flying swallows was so much that it unknowingly covered everything around him!
"Since you like to cross boundaries so much, welcome to my world."

"It seems that you also have good things with you..."

At the same time, Du Chengfeng also swung the sword in his hand.

"This is it...this is it!"

Half of the blade fell to the ground, and the originally mysterious thick sword returned to its original appearance when it was interrupted.

Dipping the ink beside him, Yuan Zhixian made a big stroke towards the oncoming blazing blazing blade.

But fortunately, he didn't only have this knife. The Huangtian Spine Sword opened the hole, and he also took out the black knife with the gray-black phoenix sealed - but this action of taking objects out of thin air made the opponent Yuan Zhixian's pupils shrank when he saw it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Chengfeng slapped his head.

Now, although his body is still made of flesh and blood, it is no longer ordinary.

Looking at the half of the blade that fell into the ink, Du Chengfeng, who was holding the remaining half of the blade, frowned.

Yuan Zhixian shook his head gently.

"This……"

It started again, and he would start to show off if he had some skills. He still remembered the tragedy just now. If he hadn't temporarily compressed himself again, the ink would have killed him here.

Yuan Zhixian's eyes narrowed.

"I'd better kill you first."

It was at this time that Du Chengfeng saw that at some point, there was an extra pen in Yuan Zhixian's hand.

But just when Du Chengfeng was about to swing his sword, his whole vision went dark.

The surging ink met the blazing fire blade, and what was forced back was the invincible fire blade!
"how is this possible?"

It doesn't matter if he takes a shower during this kind of attack. An attack of this level cannot hurt him at all.

Yes, this is what he wants. With this powerful body, he no longer has to worry about being attacked by sneak attacks - although he was not too afraid of sneak attacks before, but after all, he was using a thick and heavy knife as a means of trouble. Ring, to give yourself an early warning. Indeed, he may be able to parry or even fight back with the fastest reaction, but after all, his body is still an ordinary flesh and blood body.

The strong will always be strong, and the weak will be deprived of everything. There will only be one winner in this fight. Obviously, Yuan Zhixian feels that it will be him.

"Is it just to this extent?"

"I've seen this trick before, don't you have any new things to do... No, no."

Du Chengfeng was dumbfounded. You must know that he has used this big knife for so long and has never experienced such a situation. More importantly, the ink obviously has no effect on him at all. How could it reach his knife...

It was a rather old pen. The bamboo tube used as the penholder had turned yellow from use. One end of the pen had bald bristles, and a small blade was embedded in the other end.

Du Chengfeng became more and more cheerful.

But Du Chengfeng still pulled out the sword forcefully and chopped off Yuan Zhixian's head.

The splashed ink is an attack, but it is also the best defense. The moment the black fire-burning sword was stained with ink, it died on the spot.

Another weapon turned into iron, which made Du Chengfeng frown even more.

"Is this the only thing you have?"

Magistrate Yuan sneered.

"If that's all...try this?"

Yuan Zhixian started sketching, and in just a moment he drew two figures.

Looking at the two figures, Du Chengfeng was in a daze for a moment.

He only had a vague impression of the figure on the left. It should be the descendant of the Chu people he saw when he first experienced the memory of Nanchen Taizu - but the figure on the right left a deep impression on him. It was clearly someone who was staying in his place. Yang Sanlang among the big swords!

But at this moment, Yang Sanlang is no longer the Yang Sanlang who fought side by side with him. Just looking at the scarlet eyes and the evil spirit wrapped around his body, this Yang Sanlang has clearly got the evil spirit in his head!

The same goes for the descendants of the Chu people on the side.

"on!"

He casually sketched out two broadswords for the two of them, and Yuan Zhixian waved his hand.

"Bring his head back!"

"Varied……"

Facing the big knife coming towards him, Du Chengfeng instinctively raised his fist and struck. However, at this moment, Magistrate Yuan suddenly spoke.

"If these weapon spirits are broken into pieces, what do you think will happen to your weapons?"

The fist he waved froze in mid-air.

No matter how heartless Du Chengfeng is, it is impossible to completely abandon those weapons. After all, these weapons have followed him for so long, and there is no credit but hard work. If it is really like this Yuan As the magistrate said, after smashing these figures, the two swords cannot be restored. How can this be done?

"There must be a better solution."

Du Chengfeng thought so.

But just in this moment of hesitation, the two big knives had already struck him in the face.

Then, only two clangs were heard, and the two ink-stained swords were broken in response.

"..."

Both Du Chengfeng and Yuan Zhixian were stunned for a moment.

"……That's it?"

In the end, it was Du Chengfeng who couldn't help but speak first. He didn't expect that such a massive attack would end up with just this - but think about it, the ink itself couldn't do anything to him, even if the ink changed. Could it be possible to hurt him with a sword?

"Do you have a new job?"

Withstanding the chops of the two ink figures, Du Chengfeng walked over step by step.

"If you don't have a new job, it's up to me."

"you……"

Yuan Zhixian's face darkened, and he simply turned the bald pen upside down and stabbed Du Chengfeng with the narrow blade.

Perhaps this is the correct way to use this bald pen, and Yuan Zhixian's judge's penmanship is really fierce. In just an instant, the blade has reached Du Chengfeng's face.

If it were anyone else, half of his face would have been cut off by this knife, but for Du Chengfeng now, just such an attack might not even be able to break his skin.

"Since you took the initiative to come, that would be better."

Grabbing the oncoming blade with his left hand, Du Chengfeng slammed it out with his right hand!

It is true that he does not have a knife at the moment, but even if he does not have a knife, what can he do?

Without a knife, wouldn't he be able to fight?
He already has a body that has been tempered over time!

"Oh!"

With one punch, Yuan Zhixian's body was hit and exploded in the air.

Immediately afterwards, it turned into dots of ink and sprinkled on the equally dark ground.

"fake?"

Du Chengfeng looked stern.

At this time, Yuan Zhixian, who was holding the bald pen, was already behind Du Chengfeng.

"This is my world, this is my place."

Yuan Zhixian's voice was so low, it was like a ghost crying from the Nine Nether Hell.

"How can you defeat me in my world!"

"Your territory, right?"

Returning his hand to grasp the incoming blade again, Du Chengfeng clenched his fists.

Indeed, this was the other party's territory. Just by looking at the way the other party could turn into ink, he knew that in a place like this, he might not be able to kill Yuan Zhixian.

"But...is this really your territory?"

While saying this, Du Chengfeng half-crouched down.

Along with this powerful gesture, the ink around him also surged.

"Your territory? This is my territory!"

With a loud shout, the ink around Du Chengfeng started to spiral with him as the center of the circle!
"Varied……"

Before Yuan Zhixian could say anything, his head had been exploded by a punch, and all the ink that spattered from his body was caught up in the twisting spirals - at this moment, those spirals around Du Chengfeng The twisting ink seemed to have formed a huge whirlpool. The force of this whirlpool was so great that it even shook the dark world with it!
"you……"

Yuan Zhixian wanted to say something more, but the ink was poured directly into his mouth. He tried his best to control the ink with the judge's pen, but the ink that was originally like an arm did not obey his orders at this moment - just because These inks can no longer control themselves. They have all been involved in the huge vortex. As more and more inks are involved, the power of the vortex becomes stronger and stronger. The stronger!
"This is the power of water, the power of whirlpool."

In the center of the whirlpool, Du Chengfeng felt something in his heart.

Although he had only heard it accidentally and didn't remember much of the specific content, with his current understanding of the spiral, it was easy to perform it.

The ink surrounding him that blocked his vision also gradually faded away under this spiral, revealing the original sky outside.

The sky is clear and cloudless.

"This looks so good."

Du Chengfeng turned his head and looked at Yuan Zhixian, who had nowhere to hide because the ink was swept away.

"Why do you have to paint everything black?"

"How can you, a barbarian, know what painting is?"

Yuan Zhixian turned over and jumped into the air again.

"For real painting, you don't need to use any other colors at all, just ink itself is enough! You..."

Before he could finish his words, a flying swallow landed lightly at Yuan Zhixian's feet.

It turns out that what Yuan Zhixian said was false, and it was true that he took the opportunity to escape!
"So, where are you looking?"

A voice sounded above Yuan Zhixian's head.

This made Yuan Zhixian subconsciously raise his head.

Can people actually jump so high?
"boom--"

Yuan Zhixian was completely smashed into the ground.

"If you like painting so much, why not go to the second dimension."

Looking at Yuan Zhixian who had been smashed into a flat surface on the ground, and Feiyan who was standing up, Du Chengfeng shook his head, then leaned down and picked out the bald pen from the painting on the ground.

Holding the bald pen cautiously in his right hand, Du Chengfeng looked at the palm of his left hand.

On the palm of his hand, the wound dripping with blood was clearly visible.

Even he can be hurt now. This bald pen probably has something to say.

(End of this chapter)