in the edge

Chapter 573 This is Attack, This is Defense

After all, Du Chengfeng and the old blacksmith currently have a very complementary relationship.

The weakest mortal with the strongest weapon can kill anyone who stands in his way, even if it is a Buddha.

But if they were separated, problems would arise. Du Chengfeng's body had not yet fully recovered. Even though he had the ability to act alone as a sword, without the most crucial sword holder, his power of equality for all beings would not be easily exerted.

As for the old blacksmith, it was even more troublesome. Without Du Chengfeng's military support, this old man would have no ability to resist risks at all - not to mention the enemies Du Chengfeng himself encountered, any random member of the Giant Shark Gang would be able to leave the old blacksmith dead on the street.

"So no matter what, you have to have some basic fighting ability, right?"

This is also another purpose of Du Chengfeng in this operation.

The old blacksmith is an ordinary person after all. He can be weak and incompetent. Du Chengfeng can understand all this. But at the moment, the two parties are in a cooperative relationship after all - even if this cooperative relationship may not last long, the old blacksmith must at least master some minimum combat capabilities.

At the very least, at the very least, this old man has to learn how to use a sword first, right?

If they can't even use a sword, why are they cooperating?
"Don't look with your eyes, feel with your body."

While sending this message to the old blacksmith, Du Chengfeng launched an attack on the enemies that were swarming in front of him.

"This is chopping! This is teasing!"

With just two short swings of the sword, seven people fell to the ground.

They were all yamen runners loyal to Captain Zhang, and they had followed Captain Zhang to do many bullying and even bullying men and women. But just when they thought that they could still chop down the old man with the swords in their hands as before, the oncoming sword light directly cut the steel sword off on the spot.

Along with their bodies.

"This is a belt! This is a thorn!"

With a hook and a slash of the sword, the water and fire sticks that were coming from the side were led to fall into the air, and then the sharp sword stabbed straight forward, piercing the chest of the attacking yamen runner on the spot.

The old blacksmith holding the sword was a little frightened at first, but as the sword moves became more and more fierce, the old blacksmith gradually became immersed in these sword moves.

The sword moves were not complicated, and could even be said to be very simple. Each and every move was the most basic of the basics - but even these extremely basic sword moves produced tremendous power at this moment. Just looking at the slashing, stabbing, and slashing, none of the opponents in front of him could take even one move. And under this blocking and wiping, no matter how varied the attacks of these ferocious servants and thugs were, none of them could land on him.

"This... is the sword."

In a trance, the old blacksmith felt the feeling he hadn't felt for a long time, the feeling he had when he was a teenager.

At that time, he had just come into contact with swords, and no one could teach him anything, so he could only casually hold the sword in his hand and swing it around based on his feeling - although this way of swinging was not sophisticated at all, just swinging it like this was enough to make him feel the joy that the sword brought.

But it was just happiness. The old blacksmith at that time knew very well that a sword was never such a simple thing. Sword moves were complicated and varied, which an ordinary person like him would never be able to learn in his lifetime.

But now...

"So, so..."

The old blacksmith who was waving the sword suddenly burst into tears.

It turned out that the sword was not at all what he had imagined.

It turns out that the so-called sword moves can be so simple.

In other words, no matter how complicated the sword moves are, they are ultimately made up of these basics. Even these extremely simple basics, when used to a high level, can burst out with unimaginable sharpness.

This feeling, this feeling...

It was exactly the same as when he was young and swung his sword recklessly.

It turns out that he was not wrong back then, and those random swings were not meaningless. He could have always been on the swordsman's path that he longed for, but he had always chosen to give up.

So, why was he crying?

It was probably because what he was wielding now might not be a sword wind anymore.

It is the cool breeze blowing from the countryside in my youth.

"I……"

Taking a deep breath, the old blacksmith raised his left hand, which was not holding the sword, and wiped away his tears.

Perhaps because the killing just now was so fierce and decisive, the officers and thugs surrounding him began to dare not move forward, but at this moment the old blacksmith had no intention of retreating.

He even took the initiative to step forward, stepping on the corpses on the ground.

"I can do it...Yes! I can do it!"

Holding the sword tightly in his hand, the old blacksmith was full of confidence.

Yes, he couldn't do it before, on the one hand, it was because he had always chosen to retreat, but on the other hand, it was also because he really didn't know how to fight - in other words, it was because he didn't know how to fight, because he couldn't beat these people, that he could only choose to be timid and retreat step by step.

This cannot even be called cowardice, because it has become a special survival wisdom born out of desperation.

But now, he has learned how to fight.

Even if it was just some of the most basic sword moves, it was still something that could be used. If it was combined with the rare sword in his hand...

Even if it's just basic sword moves, he can kill everyone in his way!

"This is block! This is block!"

Seeing those officers and thugs hesitate for a moment, then rush over again with their weapons swung, the old blacksmith did not retreat but advanced instead, with the sword in his hand flashing.

"This is a chop! This is a stab!"

There were only two clang sounds, and the water and fire sticks and steel knives that were coming towards them were all blocked by the sword spine, and those policemen and thugs were directly swept by the sword light on the spot, and they were killed beyond death.

"This is……"

The old blacksmith was extremely excited. This was the first time he realized how exciting it was to be a swordsman.

The most important thing is that he knew clearly from the beginning that this was not a dream, but reality.

This is not the kind of reckless and crazy behavior in dreams, but the passion to move forward bravely even though he knows clearly that this is reality. Now he can finally proudly say that he is no longer the timid old man, and he will also become a swordsman one day, and he can also stand tall and proud!

This also made the sword in his hand, that is, Du Chengfeng, quite pleased.

“Is the effect so good?”

Du Chengfeng was also quite surprised. You know, he has always been accustomed to failure when making various attempts - even if he succeeded occasionally, it could only be considered an ordinary success, not a perfect success.

But now, this time... You have to know that he only taught some basic sword moves, and there are even a lot of follow-up plans that have not been implemented yet.

But the changes in this old blacksmith have far exceeded his expectations!
"Shocked! I also have good luck sometimes?"

Although it was a one in a million success, it was too small to make Du Chengfeng lose his composure. As a mature warrior who had fought countless battles, he could still remain calm in battle. So when the old blacksmith was killing people everywhere, Du Chengfeng also gave him a reminder.

"Now you have mastered the most basic offensive and defensive skills."

"Correct!"

Swinging the sword to cut off the three water and fire sticks, the old blacksmith fully felt the joy brought by the sword.

"I have mastered it completely! So this is the sword..."

“It’s good once you master it.”

Seeing that the old blacksmith had even given his answer with his actions, Du Chengfeng felt relieved.

"Since you have already mastered the basic attack and defense techniques, then it's just right. After three breaths, two evil spirits will be sent to you. Kill them."

"Of course!"

The old blacksmith laughed heartily.

"It's just two... huh?"

The hearty laughter froze.

Two...what?
"boom--"

Before the old blacksmith could react, a surging blade light had already fallen from the sky.

The broken bodies flew everywhere, and even the bluestone ground was shattered by the sword light. A gully was even cut out in the ground, and the old blacksmith himself was sent flying backwards.

"Is that the old guy?"

A bald strong man carrying a machete fell from mid-air. His tall body looked like an iron tower under the moonlight.

"With just this old bone, can you really kill all the brothers of the Giant Shark Gang?"

"Boss He, look at those bodies on the ground."

At this time, a scholar in green clothes holding a long sword also walked out from the shadows.

"Although the sword marks on these corpses are not exquisite, they are extremely skillful... This old guy is quite capable, so you must not be too confident."

"Master Meng, you are just too timid. Or are all of you swordsmen so timid?"

The bald man known as Gang Leader He sneered.

"He's just an old man, so why go to all this trouble?"

Along with these words, the machete was swung down again.

The blinding blade energy moved forward, aiming straight for the old blacksmith's head.

"Varied……"

The great terror between life and death made the old blacksmith wet his pants on the spot.

It was at this moment that he realized what level of monster he was facing - you know, even if he learned sword moves, he could only be considered a beginner. He might be able to fight some yamen runners and thugs, but if he really encountered some evil spirit entering his body, he could even deal with it.

Yes, evil spirit entering the body, in the eyes of the old blacksmith, this is already an extremely terrifying opponent. After all, he has seen those martial arts madmen with evil spirit entering their bodies. Although the evil spirit affected their rationality, it also brought unparalleled speed and strength to their bodies. That blessing has already far exceeded common sense and cannot be defeated by ordinary sword moves.

But now he can fight against them, only because the quality of the weapons in his hands is so excellent that he can directly smash the weapons that have evil spirits in their bodies, and then smash the people behind the weapons.

But now, what appeared before him was a murderous aura.

If one can be called a master when evil spirit enters the body, then one can be called a master among masters when evil spirit is released externally. If one can release evil spirit externally, their attack is completely beyond common sense. The material of the weapon in their hands is no longer an obstacle. After all, they can easily use the weapon to swing out the evil spirit in the form of swords and sabers.

If evil spirit entering the body can make a person almost as powerful as a hundred enemies, then if evil spirit is released by a master, the worst of them will be able to defeat a thousand enemies at the same time.

Such a terrifying master...can he really deal with him?

And two at once?
"I……"

Even if the old blacksmith regretted it now, it was too late, because the oncoming knife light was so fast that it didn't even give him a chance to speak before it hit him.

But some things are faster than the flash of a knife.

That was the sword in the old blacksmith's hand. The sharp sword had blocked the knife light at some point, and flames suddenly appeared on the sword's body!
"Hey……"

It was at this time that the old blacksmith vaguely heard a sigh.

The flaming sword easily cut through the blade.

But this time, it was replaced by a sword, or perhaps Du Chengfeng came himself.

Du Chengfeng had not expected that things would develop like this. You know, there were only two evil spirits released from them, and his fart might kill five of them - well, this is a bit easy to say, after all, he had a time when he did not have the power, and at that time he was suppressed by He Xiqing.

But now the old man is facing a completely different situation.

He Xiqing was really strong back then, and the two people in front of him were really strong. In addition, the old man had his sword in his hand. No matter how you look at it, the old man's advantage was much greater than his own back then - even if the old man was facing two people with evil spirits.

It's just two evil spirits being released, what's the big deal?
But it is obvious that this matter is nothing to the old blacksmith.

Both sides were still in the opening stage of the battle, and before anyone rushed to his face and swung their swords, the old man's legs were already so weak that he couldn't stand up, and he even peed on the spot.

This isn't even a description, it's literally peeing.

If he were still in normal shape now, Du Chengfeng would even want to cover his face and sigh.

He knew that his luck would not be so good, and the so-called great success before was just an illusion.

It seems that this old man still has a long way to go before he can master some basic combat skills.

"Well, I'll do it myself."

Controlling the old man's sword-holding hand, Du Chengfeng swung it twice in the air with his backhand.

The bald man who was as tall as an iron tower, and the scholar in green, didn't even have the chance to show their talents before they turned into two headless corpses.

"It's still too naive..."

Du Chengfeng and the old blacksmith forcibly dragged up the old blacksmith's limp body and continued to move forward.

“You still have to practice.”

(End of this chapter)