in the edge

Chapter 458 Flesh Mill

Three days later, Du Chengfeng looked at the so-called best sword in the world on the table in front of him, and was stunned.

He didn't want this thing originally, but the knife always found a new holder, and then appeared in front of him again - just the day he threw the knife out, he dealt with five of them in a row. Every time a swordsman came to make trouble, he would throw the knife out, but every time the knife would be picked up by someone, and then they would come to challenge him.

So Du Chengfeng simply buried the knife in the mountain the next day. He always felt as if he had done something similar once.

But even if he buried it in the mountain, it would be of no use. As soon as he buried his front foot under the cover of night, someone came over with the knife to find trouble at noon that day. After burying it three more times, Du Chengfeng finally realized that this method was also useless. Not much use.

The knife seemed to be very smart, and it was clinging to him, refusing to leave even if he said nothing.

And now, he is thinking about the solution.

"Why are you in so much trouble?"

Looking at the world's best sword in front of him, Du Chengfeng took out the world's best judge pen in his arms.

He also carries the Judge's Pen with him. This weapon is also the best in the world. How come the Judge's Pen doesn't attract any challengers to cause trouble for him? This sword is so useless all day long?

But soon, he realized the problem.

There is no other reason than that there are too few people who use pens as weapons.

He has fought a fair number of enemies, and only one of them, Yuan Zhixian, uses the Judge's Pen, which shows how rare this weapon is. There may not even be one person out of a hundred who knows how to use it - after all, Judge The main strength of this pen is its concealment, and few people would use it as their main weapon.

In comparison, there are many more people who use knives.

Swords are the most popular weapon category. However, swords have a double edge and the threshold for use is relatively high. In contrast, swords with a single edge can chop as long as they can be swung. This also directly leads to There are so many swordsmen in this group, God knows how many people use swords in this world.

A good swordsman is like a crucian carp crossing a river. Who wouldn't want to leap over the dragon's gate and compete to be the best in the world?

"I really don't want to."

Du Chengfeng sighed at the sword.

"If it were before, I would definitely want the best sword in the world, but now I have found a better one... Of course, I don't mean to say anything bad to you, it's just how to put it..."

In fact, it's just not good enough. Whether it's the previous evil spirit system or the current weapon system, in terms of combat effectiveness, it's quite powerful - but compared with the most direct essence of mental strength, these things are a little helpless. After seeing it, especially this kind of thing that looks powerful but has obvious side effects, he is even less attracted to it.

"So you probably understand, right? You should find someone who is more suitable for you."

Talking to a knife will naturally have no effect. Just like now, the best knife in the world is lying on the table without any response, as if he is pretending to be stupid.

So in order to persuade the sword, Du Chengfeng took out all his weapons and showed them one by one.

"Look, I've already raised so many, and I really have no idea of ​​bringing more."

The sword was lying on the table, still unresponsive, as if it was just an ordinary sword that could not be ordinary.

But obviously, this sword is not that ordinary, just because the two swords in Du Chengfeng's hands have been jumping uneasily, and the vigorous fighting spirit on the two swords is so turbulent. This is Du Chengfeng's first time. I was so excited when I saw my generous sword and the fire phoenix sword.

"Why haven't I seen you guys be so active when we started doing this before?"

Du Chengfeng picked up the thick sword he used most often.

"Do you really want to be number one in the world?"

Thinking, thinking too much, not only the knife itself was responding fiercely to him, but even the will on the knife originating from Yang Sanlang was also urging him excitedly.

Just chop it down, just chop it off and cut off the waist knife in front of you. They will be the best in the world.

Even the waist knife itself did not mean to refuse, but also showed a faint fighting intention, but this was not so much a fight, but more of a seduction, seducing Du Chengfeng and slashing him with the knife.

Of course, Du Chengfeng couldn't cut it down. He didn't want his usual knife to be contaminated.

Yes, at this moment he has realized that this so-called best sword in the world is more like a source of pollution.

Out of the pursuit of being the best in the world, swordsmen will be attracted to the best in the world, and then fight each other for the best sword in the world. This sword will also change its owners from generation to generation - those who are the best in the world because of this. The more swordsmen die with the sword, the stronger the sword will become.

It's just that the sword will become stronger, this kind of thing has nothing to do with people.

As the saying goes, a sword made of iron is a swordsman made of flowing water.

"It's like those two millstones in the backyard."

When Du Chengfeng thought of this, Du Chengfeng subconsciously glanced in the direction of the backyard of the inn.

Several people in the backyard were still fighting for the right to grind, like clowns.

But Du Chengfeng knew that this was just because he was here to suppress them. If he hadn't explicitly prohibited death or injury, these people might have had their brains knocked out long ago.

The pursuit of strength and the pursuit of those two millstones will make them attack each other without any scruples. If he is not here, just those two millstones can polish their flesh and blood.

And the so-called best sword in the world in his hand is like the millstone, constantly churning flesh and blood, using countless souls to sacrifice the weapon itself.

"This is... too curly."

Du Chengfeng shook his head. At this moment, he was very happy that he did not accept this so-called best sword in the world.

This sword, or this so-called best in the world, is really a bit too evil.

This so-called number one in the world is actually more vicious than any so-called evil weapon.

"It's as if the title of being the best in the world is itself a sword."

Du Chengfeng vaguely groped for something. This was an area he had never explored before.

Regarding the use of mental power, he actually only focused on the fact that a firm will can change reality. He never thought that the power of mental power could be used in this way - not to use mental power to control objects through the air, but to use mental power to control objects. As a weapon himself, countless swordsmen are involved in this unsolvable cycle of death.

Unless, like him, he has already broken away from the category of swordsman, any swordsman would probably have his head cut off by this invisible noose.

"Looking at it this way, I am indeed the most suitable person for you."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng sighed.

If this best sword in the world is thrown out, God knows what kind of bloody storm will be caused. In other words, if it falls into his hands, all lives will be saved. Although the original intention of this best sword in the world is probably to think that he is strong enough, he can He killed the most people, but it was obvious that he was not the type to be controlled by a knife.

He has never been the carrier of weapons, he is the person in charge of weapons.

"Forget it, then follow me from now on."

With this thought in mind, Du Chengfeng picked up the thick sword at hand.

But after thinking for a moment, he still picked up the black fire sword with the gray and black fire phoenix in it.

The thick and heavy sword has been with him for too long, and it has become somewhat polluted and wasted. On the contrary, this other big sword is very suitable as the carrier of the best sword in the world.

And the gray-black fire phoenix that lives on it is obviously very suitable for this.

"Ba! Ba! Ba!"

The moment he swung the blade, Du Chengfeng even faintly heard the excited cry of the gray-black fire phoenix. "I, Da Chu, am invincible in the world!"

Along with Dang Lang's life, the old waist knife was broken into two parts.

And the black fire broadsword with the gray and black fire phoenix on it was also filled with rampant fighting spirit.

Thinking about it, this gray-black fire phoenix once dreamed of using the human body of an immortal to become the best in the world. Although it later proved to be quite weak, at this moment, due to some strange combination of circumstances, the number one in the world actually fell to it again. .

At this moment, it is so happy and full of energy!
"Come!"

The fire phoenix pattern on the blade spread out its wings, and the broadsword was ignited with blazing black fire!

As the king of swords and number one in the world, it is ready to face all challengers!

It's just that Du Chengfeng had no intention of using it.

Throughout the afternoon, many swordsmen came to challenge again. There just happened to be a lot of gangsters in Sanshan Town recently, so they dragged Du Chengfeng to fight for a whole afternoon - but at this level, Du Chengfeng didn't even bother to use a knife. Just using his bare hands can already make those swordsmen who come to challenge him retreat.

But swordsmen who go back will always come back, and they will only feel that their failure is due to their lack of proficiency in their skills. Since they are not proficient in their skills, they will definitely be able to win again if they learn clearly.

"So you are all mentally ill, right? Is it really the end of the world?"

Du Chengfeng, who hadn't rested all afternoon, also got angry.

"How about you guys just do it together!"

The swordsmen really listened to the advice and fought together, but this still meant nothing to Du Chengfeng. He still didn't even draw the sword, but knocked all the swordsmen to the ground with his bare hands.

Fortunately, at night, these knifemen finally stopped. It seems that they are human beings after all, and they also need to sleep. It's just that Du Chengfeng didn't cook anything all day long, and he didn't do anything. He just followed those knives. The guests got into a fight, and by the end of the night they didn't even have food, and they couldn't even drink hot soup.

"Let's just say this thing is really..."

After finding some food to fill his stomach at the moment, Du Chengfeng didn't bother to worry about whether it was good or bad at the moment. As long as he could eat it, it would be a good thing for him to have a rest.

But just when he finished his meal and was about to go to the toilet and come back to take a nap, the swordsman who had been squatting in the hut had already drawn his knife towards him.

"It's not over yet!"

After throwing the swordsman out of the inn, Du Chengfeng sighed and continued to use the toilet.

Although he was mentally prepared for this situation, he never imagined that there would be swordsmen squatting in the latrine to ambush him. Someone would fight him even when he went to the toilet. What were these people thinking?

"Maybe it's because there are too many people using knives."

Although he said so, Du Chengfeng was still puzzled as to how there could be so many swordsmen in such a quiet place like Sanshan Town...

"and many more?"

Du Chengfeng suddenly realized that something was not quite right.

Yes, he actually had a vague feeling like this before. Why was he attracted here and why did he stay in Sanshan Town for so long? He originally thought it was his own personal idea, but then he realized , it is very likely that he was sucked in by some whirlpool-like force.

It's just that at that time, he didn't have a clear understanding of this power, and he just thought that there might be a master who used spiral power here.

But now it seems...

"Isn't this just like the knife in my hand?"

At this moment, Du Chengfeng suddenly found some kind of comparison.

Yes, the real key has never been the whirlpool itself, but the endless stream of people attracted by the rivers and lakes - you must know that the terrain of Sanshan Town does not look like the kind of transportation thoroughfare that can gather people. But it just so happens that there are always evil spirit masters attracted to such a ghostly place.

When masters meet, there will always be conflicts. If there are conflicts, there will be fighting, and if there are fights, someone will die.

"If someone dies, someone will benefit."

Du Chengfeng subconsciously looked at the world's best sword in his hand.

Yes, just like the knife in his hand, it doesn't matter how many holders there are. Anyway, the hearts and minds of all the deceased will be attributed to this knife, thus making the concept of the best knife in the world more fierce and stronger. .

The whole process was like using the blood and essence of the dead to refine the blade.

So the problem lies here.

The swordsmen who die because of the sword will become the food of this sword.

So those Jianghu people who died in Sanshan Town...

"..."

Du Chengfeng looked up at the night sky in the distance.

In the mid-air of Sanshan Town, the dark cloud-like mental vortex is spiraling, slowly but firmly.

But at this moment, in Du Chengfeng's eyes, the mental whirlpool was like some ferocious animal waiting patiently for prey.

Or in other words, the flesh and blood mill that enveloped the entire Sanshan Town.

"finally found you."

Du Chengfeng pulled out the black fire sword.

In the distant Sanshan Town, in an extremely inconspicuous household, a gray-haired old man suddenly opened his eyes.

"Interesting, you found all this? You are quite capable."

Saying this, the old man turned over and sat up from the couch.

"Since I can find it, as a reward, I will play with you."

A smile appeared on the old man's face.

At the same time, Du Chengfeng, who was far away at the inn, had also packed his bags and carried a sword.

No matter who did it or for what purpose, he was ready to kill him. After all, he shouldn't be involved in this kind of thing anyway - since they met on a narrow road, there was nothing to say. Yes, this kind of rat that hides its head and tail must be killed quickly.

But just as Du Chengfeng went out, he suddenly heard a dull roar.

"What's causing such a big fuss?"

Du Chengfeng looked into the distance subconsciously.

"With such a loud noise, it can't be that the mountain collapsed..."

Halfway through his words, Du Chengfeng's eyes widened.

Just because, in his sight, Kangping Mountain, which should have stood on the edge of Sanshan Town, was rushing towards him.

(End of this chapter)