in the edge

Chapter 450 The best sword in the world
It wasn't until he saw the bald pen nailed between his chest and abdomen that the tall man realized for the first time that death was so close to him.

The bald pen that was almost losing its hair quickly turned red, which was the blood flowing from his body. The blood dripped down the pen barrel, passed through the tip of the pen, and finally dripped on the ground, leaving red traces.

He was probably going to die.

He hasn't even had time to become famous, he hasn't even had time to kill everyone, he hasn't even shown his superb sword skills, and he hasn't even said his name.

He used to fight all the way, but he just didn't want to be that unknown person anymore. He wanted power, he wanted to become stronger - so he has come all the way to now, he has mastered the power, and he has walked so many roads. , paid so much for this.

But now, he has to die here as an unknown person.

This is really...

"Okay, stop moving."

The cook's voice sounded again.

"It's not a fatal injury now, it won't be if you move it again... The other end of the pen is a blade, be careful to scratch the internal organs."

This wasn't even about listening to advice, but his body took action before him - it was at this time that he realized that no matter how cruel he was with his words and how cruel his actions were, in the final analysis, he still didn't want to die. .

"Did you cut the stone bridge by the river?"

"Okay, stop moving, you can't come up with a complete idea now... Let me take care of your injury, and then you can drink the hot soup to replenish your body, and then have a good sleep. If you have any ideas or decisions, let’s wait until you wake up and have more energy. What do you think?”

Du Chengfeng gave the answer immediately.

As soon as he said this, the sturdy man stopped moving.

But no matter how temporary it is, the wound is still a wound. The blood lost due to the wound, the damaged texture, and the energy and energy disintegrated due to this failure are not so easy to recover.

The burly man did not speak, but lowered his head silently, allowing Du Chengfeng to pull out the bald pen nailed between his chest and abdomen.

"Of course it's because you're too fast!"

This sturdy man has not yet recovered from the previous battle, and is still recalling what happened before.

"I……"

It was not a question, but an affirmation. When the tall man said this, he raised his head and looked into Du Chengfeng's eyes.

"I lost."

"So why don't you use a knife?"

Yeah, what can he do?
He was relieved when he said the words, but if the other party refused to kill him, what could he do?
Suicide? Is it going to end here? So what does his bowing his head just now mean?
"I……"

Thinking of this, the tall man frowned.

Thinking of the battle just now, the tall man's face was filled with regret.

But it was obvious that this time, the tall man in front of him did not feel his kindness.

So he chose to use a bowl of hot soup to warm the other person a little. Warm soup can make people feel a little better - of course, there is no charge for this bowl of soup. Anyway, he burned a big pot and prepared it. You don’t need so much noodles.

It is precisely because he has enough understanding of the sword that he can attack him at any time, even making him unable to even draw the sword.

It was obvious that this burly man had some special method that could temporarily treat wounds while maintaining a certain level of combat effectiveness.

"I lost, please kill me."

However, just when Du Chengfeng pulled out the bald pen and prepared to treat the wound, a blade grew directly from the wound in the chest and abdomen of the tall man.

In fact, he should have seen this earlier, but the weapons the opponent carried misled him - he had a dagger in his waist and a bald pen that could not be seen, which was almost the same as not having any soldiers. Blade, even if there is a direction that he is good at, it is probably close combat and the like, but at this level, he cannot deal with the sword, let alone his sword.

"I'll cut you down at every turn. If I can't beat you, I'll lower my head and wait for death. It seems that if I don't kill you, my life will be over today... Then let me ask you, if I don't kill you today, what can you do?"

This also made the sturdy man feel downcast.

"Why do both of you have this kind of virtue?"

This time, the sturdy man finally stopped moving.

The cook spoke again, and his face looked quite dissatisfied.

"Did you see all this?"

The big man with a mess in his mind simply gritted his teeth and twisted his body to let the bald pen on his chest destroy his internal organs.

Du Chengfeng was a little confused.

"You... are good with a knife."

"It's true that I cut the stone bridge, but how did you know that I know how to use a knife?"

Du Chengfeng could tell that the tall man was very frustrated.

He may not be as concerned about death as he thought.

However, it was at this moment that a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"..."

The sturdy man was stunned for a moment.

But now that he thought about it, he realized that not carrying a knife didn't mean he didn't understand it.

Why is it that a person who is good at wielding a knife does not use a knife?
Are you looking down on him? Do you think he doesn't need to draw his sword at this level? Or……

"When we started doing it just now."

"Aren't you talking nonsense? I said I won't hit you, but you still insist on cutting me with a knife. Did you give me time to draw the knife? Who has nothing to do with this thing in the kitchen?"

"this."

The sturdy man was speechless for a long time.

It seems...that's indeed what happened.

The other party is only here to mediate the dispute, not to kill anyone. Why does it have to carry a knife in its hand?
That's one thing, but it's another thing when it happens to him - although from a rational point of view, this statement is indeed okay, but from a personal point of view, he can't accept it. The best sword in the world in his hand was actually defeated by a swordsman who didn't even carry a sword.

"Show me your knife."

After finishing half the bowl of soup, the sturdy man straightened his neck.

"Please let me see your knife!"

At this point, he was a little bit arrogant, but considering that this burly man was probably not clear-headed right now, Du Chengfeng didn't say much, and simply ran back to the inn, pretending to be fetching something. Then he used the Huangtian Cervical Sword to open the hole and took out his usual thick sword.

"Here, let me show you."

"That's not what I'm talking about..."

The sturdy man choked directly on the spot. What he wanted to express was to look at the opponent's sword moves and paths, or his understanding of the sword, to see where he was falling short, and to see how strong the opponent was. Where is it.

But the other party directly took out the knife and showed it to him... It seems that it was indeed shown to him?

However, even if there was a slight deviation between the imagination and reality, the burly man could not utter any words of protest at this moment.

Just because his sight was completely attracted by the sword in front of him.

"This..." The more he looked at it, the more the tall man frowned.

The knife is indeed a good knife, but that is only from the perspective of a so-called evil spirit master. After all, this knife seems to have cut many people, and it should have accumulated a lot of evil energy - but from the perspective of a combat knife, this knife It's just as bad as the difference.

The exaggerated shape means that the center of gravity is completely out of hand. Swinging such a sword will cause discomfort to the arms and wrists. The thick blade means heavy weight, which means that the sword is actually very practical when used. It can't make a few cuts - to put it bluntly, this knife is not much different from a heavy wood-chop ax. After one cut, it is almost impossible to change the move.

Such a knife cannot kill people at all, and it is too clumsy to use it to kill pigs.

However, on such a broken copper-like knife, he felt a rather pure aura. It was something far purer than the so-called evil aura, and more like a master. The legacy of will.

This is really...

"Is this really the knife you used?"

The sturdy man was puzzled.

He really couldn't figure out who would use such a bad thing - but strictly speaking, this thing wasn't particularly bad, just neither good nor bad, good or bad, which made people confused.

"This is indeed the knife I used. What's wrong?"

Du Chengfeng took the blade back and even swung it in the air a few times.

Well, that's good, because of the exaggerated shape and poor fit, the feel of this knife is still just as bad.

But maybe it's because he's been using it for so long. If it doesn't feel like this, he's still a little used to it.

"Look, it works the same, right?"

"It... it does work."

The burly man nodded with difficulty.

"Did you get this knife from a master? The will sent above is very pure. With this will alone, this knife may be able to compete with my knife. Let's see who is the winner. You are truly No. 1 in the world, but the problem is that the material and design of your knife itself are really..."

"...Wait a while?"

Du Chengfeng's face suddenly stiffened.

"What did you just say? What do you mean by being the best in the world?"

"The best sword in the world."

Saying this, the sturdy man waved his hand and showed off his simple sword.

Du Chengfeng took a look and saw that the hand that was cut off by the burly man had grown back at some point, but that hand looked like a blade.

Obviously, this is also the ability brought by the sword, just like the sudden second stage transformation and the method of sealing the wound.

The best knife in the world...

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but look at his bald pen.

It’s true that people will die if they compare with others, and goods will have to be thrown away when comparing goods.

Compared to this sword, his bald pen was a bit too useless. Although theoretically speaking, when this pen was in Yuan Zhixian's hands, the seller's show looked quite bluffing, but why did it come to him? In his hands, he can only use this thing as a camouflage uniform?

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng's eyes once again glanced at this tall man.

He suddenly regretted the rescue just now. Maybe if he killed this tough guy like this, the knife would be his.

"This sword... is the best sword in the world."

Du Chengfeng's gaze sent chills down the tall man's spine, but when the words came to his lips, he continued to speak.

"But looking at it now, it should be the best sword in the world. After all, this time, neither I nor it lost. Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second. The losing sword will definitely be counted as not No. 1 in the world..."

"Oh, that's what happened."

Du Chengfeng, who came back to his senses, looked away embarrassedly.

Although theoretically speaking, he does still have a chance to make amends, such as killing this tough guy while his illness is killing him. The other party can't beat him anyway, and it only takes a minute to do it—— But you definitely can't do this. On the one hand, it's too immoral, and on the other hand, the nameless boy is still watching.

Killing people and buying goods in front of children has an immeasurable negative impact on young people.

not to mention……

"In other words, your sword is no longer the best in the world?"

"Actually... still."

To Du Chengfeng's surprise, the tall man in front of him nodded.

"Although we all lost, this sword is still the number one sword in the world. After all, this sword lost to you, and it did not lose to the sword... If no new sword can beat it, then it is still the number one sword in the world. one."

"..."

Du Chengfeng's face froze.

He suddenly felt that he might as well kill this tough guy.

But this kind of thing is just something to think about. After all the words have been said, there is no need for him and this burly man to continue fighting - let alone compared to the sword and the burly man who are already defeated. , he was more curious about what this mechanism was all about.

After all, he still has a judge's pen that is the best in the world. If according to this strong man's statement, does someone use the judge's pen to defeat this pen, and the winner will be the new best pen in the world?
"Is this... this pen actually the best in the world? No wonder it can pierce my body."

Hearing what Du Chengfeng said, sweat suddenly appeared on the forehead of the tall and sturdy man.

The co-author's prediction on this point was correct. This bald pen indeed has a lot to say.

"But it's true what you said. If someone uses the Judge's Pen to defeat your pen, then it will naturally not be the best in the world... But don't you use a knife? Where did this pen come from? of?"

"I got it after winning the battle."

Du Chengfeng's expression was quite subtle.

Strictly speaking, he defeated the pen with a sword, and then defeated the sword with a pen - although in his impression, he did not actually use a sword when he defeated Yuan Zhixian, but now it seems that this No. 1 in the world The mechanism seemed to be more complicated than he had understood before.

Does being number one in the world mean you are really strong?
Not necessarily.

Perhaps the weapon itself can indeed bring temporary strength, but what really determines strength is the person who uses the weapon.

"So you take out your knife too."

"……what?"

The sturdy man couldn't help but be stunned.

"How to say?"

"Yes, hold it, hold it firmly."

Du Chengfeng swung his heavy sword.

"Let me chop it, just cut it off with your knife."

"As long as I cut off your sword, my sword will be the best in the world."

(End of this chapter)