In the Blade

Du Chengfeng is a person who does not fight with the world, but there are some people he looks down on.

One type is to kill innocent people indiscriminately, which is a sign of weakness and incompetence in Du Chengfeng's eyes. If you want to become stronger, you should fight with stronger people, instead of seeking a sense of existence by killing those who are weaker than you.

The other type is people who do not have martial ethics. Of course, if it is a life-and-death fight, it is understandable that they will do anything to the extreme, but if they have agreed to fight in a duel, but insist on sneaking, what is the difference between that and setting a trap and waiting for someone to fall into it?

So, the blazing fire blade blocked the sword light.

Du Chengfeng was also surprised that he did not kill this weirdo with one knife. You know, it has been quite a while since he encountered something that he could not kill with one knife.

But it's okay. If one knife can't kill it, just try again. It's not a big deal.

"It's you."

While waving the knife, Du Chengfeng even had time to speak.

"I'm standing here, you don't hit me, but you hit them, what kind of skill is that?"

"You..."

Huangtian's face became increasingly livid.

"Divine Sword! Fallen Sun!"

The ancient long sword fell again, and the sharp sword light rose with it. Facing this attack that concentrated all the energy, even the fire blade condensed by Du Chengfeng was cut to pieces.

However, Du Chengfeng was not very surprised by this kind of thing. After all, it was not the first time he had seen this kind of move. The effect was indeed different whether he shouted or not - but compared to this small problem in the move, he was more concerned about another thing.

"Your tone has changed."

Du Chengfeng looked at Huangtian who was getting closer and closer in confusion.

"Are you anxious?"

"Die!"

The dazzling sword light once again slashed towards Du Chengfeng, or rather, the audience behind Du Chengfeng.

However, with just such an attack, without even shouting a slogan, Du Chengfeng could pinch it with his bare hands even without using a knife.

"No, why are you so weak?"

Du Chengfeng began to scratch his head, and he even had the urge to put away the knife.

He was sure that he should not have made any significant progress recently. The only time he seemed to be making progress was when he just learned this new set of things - but he really couldn't bring himself to use this thing, so it was almost the same as not learning it.

But even so, he was confident that he could easily kill this strange man.

Just because this weirdo exposed his weakness from the beginning.

Waving the knife towards the audience, should it be to collect evil spirits? If it was in the past, Du Chengfeng would still think this was a smart choice - but now, he just wanted to say that the times have changed, and now it is no longer the old version of evil spirits.

The root of evil spirits comes from the fear and fear of the dead. What really makes people suddenly stronger is actually the fear of fear. This is something Du Chengfeng figured out when he was studying the Chu people, but this thing is actually very unstable and far from being so easy to use.

For example, the most common evil spirit madman is a classic negative influence. When the ferocious self in others' understanding overlaps with the original self, it can indeed suddenly gain huge power, but it will also make oneself constantly approach the illusory image that scares the dead. If you can't be firm in yourself and clearly realize who you are, you will be swallowed by this illusion and become a madman, or a messy monster.

This is why Du Chengfeng hasn't accumulated any evil spirit for a while, just because he can't use this thing anymore.

He has embarked on another path.

Firm yourself, temper into steel, although this path is slow, it is the most stable path, especially when he has explored how outrageous the idealism of this world is, then he needs a heart as strong as steel to destroy many illusions-of course, saying so, in fact, he is still in the process of groping, but generally speaking, he has at least completed the purification of power.

So when he looked back at these evil masters at this time, he felt something was wrong. Maybe they looked powerful, but that state could explode at any time. Their rationality had long been forced into a tight string, and it only took a little provocation to break the string.

Then, these evil masters would collapse on the spot and turn into monsters, or something else strange.

Just like the strange man in front of him, he just asked if he was anxious, and he looked fierce and wanted to kill the whole family. If he let this man absorb some new evil spirit, he would probably change his body on the spot.

Although Du Chengfeng himself hadn't fought monsters for a while, he was more willing to fight humans for efficiency. After all, fighting with humans could improve his martial arts, but if he changed to monsters, he would get nothing.

"I'm doing this for your own good."

While blocking the sword light of the strange man, Du Chengfeng sighed.

"You look very bad now. If you kill someone again, you will really become a monster. Why don't you just fight directly? Don't worry, I still have martial ethics. It's just a fight. I won't kill you..."

"Ahhhhhhhhh——"

The piercing roar drowned out Du Chengfeng's words.

"You evil beast! You donkey..."

"Hey, you are not civilized now."

Du Chengfeng frowned.

"I'm talking to you seriously, why are you cursing? Is this your character?"

"Sword of the Fallen Sun!"

The ancient long sword that fell from the sky once again cut Du Chengfeng.

However, Du Chengfeng was still fine. This time he was not even knocked away. The wounds that should have covered his body turned into scratches that barely scratched his skin.

This made Du Chengfeng shake his head even more.

"Look, your moves are deformed. You can't hurt anyone like this."

Looking at the almost crazy strange man in front of him, Du Chengfeng suddenly sighed.

If he encountered a strong enemy that he couldn't beat at all when he was just starting out, he would probably become this helpless and furious. It was just that he was lucky and the opponents he met could be defeated with hard work, so he gradually gained his current strength - but it was obvious that not every warrior would have such good luck. Most warriors were beaten back even when they were just starting out.

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng looked at the strange man with a little more compassion.

He was obviously defeated, but he still insisted on fighting. What supported this action was probably the unwillingness to fail. Because he had power and won again and again, he didn't want to lose or be knocked to the ground...

This strange man must have suffered a lot along the way, right?

You only need to look at the huge show before to understand this. He must sit on the high platform, dress the wildest and most domineering, and attack in the most showy way, as if he could show his strength in that way...

Indeed, these things do make people look very powerful.

But they only make people look very powerful.

"Are you trying to prove something?"

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng looked at the strange man with a little more sympathy.

Yes, sympathy. When he had no power, he also wanted to do this. He had to use the most ferocious moves to prove his strength, and he had to kill more to prove that he was powerful... Of course, he has already passed that stage now, but it is precisely because of this experience that he feels more and more that he has understood everything about this strange man.

Those pomp and circumstance, rather than showing it to others, it is better to say that this strange man shows it to himself.

You must make yourself look strong, you must make yourself look unparalleled in the world, so that you can get a basic sense of security, so that you can believe that you really have power...

"Ah."

With a sigh, Du Chengfeng actually put away the big knife.

"No need to fight anymore, I lost."

As he said this, Du Chengfeng pointed to a scratch on his face, indicating that the other party really hurt him.

There was no other way. It was meaningless to continue this fight. He didn't want to hurt the self-esteem of this junior, so he just admitted defeat. If it was in the past, he would not be able to sleep for seven or eight nights after losing this time, but for him now, winning or losing is no longer so important, and he can afford to lose.

"You really won."

Seeing that the strange man in front of him still had no intention of stopping, Du Chengfeng simply raised his hand to stretch the skin so that the scratch would look more serious.

"Look, such a big cut, it's about to cut my throat. You are good at this. You are this."

Saying this, Du Chengfeng gave the strange man a thumbs up.

This was an unprecedented behavior. For the first time, Du Chengfeng expressed his appreciation for his opponent.

But the strange man who was praised, that is, Huangtian, became more and more angry.

"How could there be a dog like you! How could I give birth to a dog like you!"

Faced with Du Chengfeng's repeated expressions of pity, Huangtian was furious, and even the ancient long sword that was originally flying out was tightly grasped in his hand.

"Divine Sword Opens the Sky!"

"Ah..."

Du Chengfeng clamped the oncoming sword blade with one hand, and he didn't want to fight anymore.

He couldn't fight anymore. This battle was like looking in the mirror, especially this shout, which was simply asking him to face his dark history - that is, he had thought of some names for the moves before, but due to his cultural level, he could only come up with such a straightforward and shameful cheap name that could not be heard by others.

Thinking of this, he looked at this strange man with a bit more kindness.

People always have a little good impression of people who are similar to themselves. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. It is precisely because he has been through it that when he looks back and sees this young warrior who is still struggling, he always feels the same.

"Why don't we find a place to eat?"

Du Chengfeng took the long sword in his hand and thought about it.

"No need to fight anymore. Today is a fight without acquaintance. I will cook for you myself and have some wine. What do you think?"

"You..."

Facing Du Chengfeng's kindness, the man named Huangtian's eyes were already bloodshot.

Then, the ancient long sword pierced his throat.

"Yo!"

Du Chengfeng quickly let go of the hand holding the sword.

Heaven and earth are conscientious, he just surrendered just now. The sword was just held in his hand, but he never stabbed it out at all - anyone with normal vision can see that it was the strange man who stuck his neck to the tip of the sword himself, and it had nothing to do with him.

"Don't move yet, I..."

"you……"

Huang Tian, ​​whose throat was pierced, breathed out his last breath.

"I remember you."

Immediately afterwards, the body with a sharp sword nailed to its throat fell from mid-air.

This also stunned Du Chengfeng.

"No, I mean your injury is not serious and can be treated..."

Although it was a fatal wound that penetrated the throat, it was not impossible for Du Chengfeng to deal with it. At least he could do it himself. Even if the stranger couldn't do it, it would be a big deal for him. Cut some skin off and paste it on, it should be able to seal the wound.

But now, it was too late to say anything. The height of twenty or thirty meters was not high, but it was not short either. In addition, the man was already fatally injured. If he fell from this height, he would be dead.

"This really isn't my business, is it?"

Du Chengfeng thought it would be better to clarify the relationship between power and responsibility first. Even if he really killed the person, he would not deny it, but he really did not kill him. God knows why this strange junior suddenly committed suicide.

He has already admitted defeat. You must know that he has only lost once since he picked up the sword until now. Doesn't this still make this junior feel at ease?

"good!"

Just when Du Chengfeng was still confused, cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami suddenly sounded.

Those were the spectators in the competition field. They were supposed to be killed by the sword light, but now they survived. The arrogant monster died instead. How could they not be happy when they were saved from a desperate situation? Woolen cloth?

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

"Hey, no..."

Du Chengfeng started to scratch his head in mid-air.

Who can tell him what is going on?

Things seemed to be a little different from what he thought. Everything happened too fast. It seemed that it ended immediately before he had time to understand the whole story. He really wanted to find someone to ask what happened, but Right now, even if he wanted to ask someone, he couldn't find anyone. Everyone was clapping and applauding, so who had the heart to care about him?

But fortunately, he can at least have some basic methods.

"It's not a vain fight."

Falling from mid-air, Du Chengfeng possessed himself and pulled out the ancient sharp sword from the corpse on the ground.

That's right, living people have no time to talk, and dead people can't talk, so they can only use their own methods to understand what happened.

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng stopped looking for a place and simply took out a small whetstone from the pile of rags on his body and placed the long sword on it.

I couldn't add the update yesterday, but if I add it back today, I have to go through this hurdle.

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