The blacksmith's name was Zhang Datou, and he had lived here alone for nearly twenty years.

Those who lived in the neighborhood knew about his reputation, but no one ever knew when he came, as if he had suddenly popped out of a crack in the stone.

But those who live nearby know that this Zhang Datou has a good hand, and the sickle kitchen knife that comes out of his hand can be used for many years without breaking or curling the blade.

Therefore, although Zhang Datou lives in a relatively remote area, there are really many people who come to look for him, all of whom come for his craft.

And Zhang Datou, a person, usually seems to have no other hobbies except for iron, hiding in the yard all day long, non-stop forging of table tennis, and rarely has contact with people outside.

When I came to him to build farm tools, I usually put things in front of his house, left a note and left money, and after three or five days, I came to get them, and basically threw them out of the door when the things were ready.

Although some of the scoundrels in the village sometimes thought of stealing some iron and then looking for a place to drink, when passing by his door, these people never dared to reach out and touch the things in front of his house.

After all, Zhang Datou is nearly two meters tall, perennial naked* topless, the iron is all handmade, the iron filings that are hit are hot and sticky to the skin, almost embedded in him, from a distance, it is simply an upright leopard, two arms that seem to be cast in copper, look like two doorposts, full of deterrence, these idlers in the village do not dare to offend him at all.

I heard that in his early years, Zhang Datou practiced boxing and kicking, and because he had gone in the fight, these scoundrels dared not offend him even more.

After so many years of peace, few people went to his yard, and only a few people knew that he was not an ordinary blacksmith, and the things he had created in his hands were very rare now.

Swords and spears, throwing knives and daggers, archers, crossbows, and even some Qimen weapons are among them, and the people who buy these things can still be good people?

If you think about it, you know that the people who buy these things are probably not just for the sake of enjoying them at home.

Otherwise, there is no need to go to such a small place to find him to build, these things are all murderous weapons.

The crossbow he built before had already been touched by human life, and someone had come here to do a special investigation, but what was the final result?

Although he was arrested in accordance with the law for manufacturing and reselling these things, and even re-educated through labor for a period of time, after he came out, he was still doing his old job, because he upheld his own beliefs, and he always felt that the weapons he created were not guilty, and he was not at fault as a craftsman, and the real fault was the person who used these things.

This kind of person is indeed relatively rare now, but Ding Fan can understand his thoughts, and it is precisely because of this that he came to him today.

Zhang Datou stood up, nearly two meters tall, tall and mighty, Ding Fan compared with him, he looked a lot thinner, and he looked a little similar to Ivan.

It's just that in his eyes, there is a lack of indomitable momentum, and there is still a lot of consideration in his eyes.

Seeing him stand up, his fists clenched tightly, but the momentum on his body did not rise at all, but was much weaker than before.

"Are you going to do it?" Ding Fan sneered, reached out and took out the handcuffs from his waist, attached one end to his wrist, and the other side of the collar hung in the air, and said with a provocative look in his eyes: "Do you want to find a weapon that suits you first, although you have practiced a body of copper skin and iron bones, but there is no suitable weapon in your hand, your momentum will not be able to exert itself at all." ”

"Now if I do it with you, I'm bullying you!"

"It's not that I'm boasting, you can't even take my trick now, it's better to find a weapon to take advantage of, otherwise you won't even have a chance to regret it!"

Zhang Datou naturally knew that his strength was probably not an opponent at all, and he had already seen this from the time Ding Fan entered the door.

Especially Ding Fan's ruthless knife just now, whether it is the angle or strength, as well as the control of timing, it is all subtle to the point.

The thing that made him most unable to fight was Ding Fan's cold and confident eyes at that time.

Although he has only seen this kind of look once, he will never forget it in his life.

After thinking about it, he reached out from the haystack by the wall and pulled out a five-foot long knife.

The long knife looks a bit similar to the Japanese knife that the Eastern Wa people are good at using, but on closer inspection, it seems to be a little different!

The blade made by the hundred alchemy diamonds, the stainless steel is the blade, the blade is in the shape of an arc, thin and narrow, and it looks like a little slender knife.

"Qi family knife!" Ding Fan couldn't help but squint his eyes, this thing is rarely seen now, and I heard that there are few people who can use this knife.

I really didn't expect to be lucky enough to see you today!

But the more he saw it, the more excited he felt, and the source of this excitement was the excitement of a boxer before facing a master showdown.

"I have been building this knife for seven years, and after the forging is completed, I have never used it!" Zhang Datou cherished the big knife in the palm of his hand, wiped it carefully with the towel around his neck, and walked to Ding Fan and said: "Life and death are fateful today, if you win, the knife will belong to you, if I am lucky enough to cut off your head, I will pay you my life!"

Ding Fan shook his head and looked at the big long knife in his hand, to be honest, he liked it very much, but he still felt a little inappropriate for this gamble!

"I'm going to make a decision on the knife, but I still want to know the whereabouts of that person, I think you'll tell me!" The momentum on Ding Fan's body continued to rise, his eyes contained war intent, and he said faintly: "If you can cut off my head, my life will be given to you, I don't want it!"

In just a few words, Ding Fan's fighting spirit has reached its peak, and it is superfluous to say any more words.

In this short period of time, Ding Fan's body has actually climbed to the top, and he has not made a full move for a long time, and he has fought with a master.

Although the person in front of him is not a master at all in terms of strength, the Qi family knife he is holding in his hand.

This Qi family knife is not comparable to ordinary weapons, this Qi family knife is completely for the purpose of killing, from the moment it was created, no one used him as a ritual weapon, and no one would wave the Qi family knife to do a knife dance, and the knife will kill ten swings and ten decisions, undoubtedly a killing weapon.

There are not too many requirements for the killing methods in the army, as long as you have a body of strength, everyone can master this knife.

The Qi family knife, which has been hidden for many years, Ding Fan has long wanted to see it.

And this knife, Zhang Datou has been practicing for many years, but he has never used it, after all, he also knows that once this thing is fought, it is completely out of his control.

He couldn't do Ding Fan's kind of sending and receiving freely, so although he was holding this killer weapon in his hand, he still hesitated in his heart at the end.

"Do you have the courage to take a knife, but you don't have the courage to take a knife in the end?" Ding Fan obviously couldn't wait, a murderous look flashed in his eyes, he shook the handcuffs on his wrists, kicked his feet suddenly, his body turned into a black lightning, and his body rushed straight to Zhang Datou.

Zhang Datou reacted at this time, yelled "kill", waved the five-foot-long knife in his hand, and slashed it with wind and rain.

This knife is imposing, and it really carries a murderous aura on the battlefield.

This is exactly what Ding Fan wants, in the face of this knife, he does not dodge or dodge, and rushes straight up.

This Qi family knife itself has a longer blade than the ordinary blade, and the killing radius is also wider, and Ding Fan has no weapon in his hand, and there is no way to resist hard, the only way to win is now there is only one way, that is, before this knife reaches the peak of killing, get close to the front of the body, and engage in short combat.

But this time Ding Fan didn't do this, and when the blade was about to get close to his skin, he narrowly dodged the knife.

Although this knife looked very thrilling, Ding Fan had a smile on his face, because he didn't want to watch a knife on the first day, and after waiting for so many years, today can be regarded as getting what he wanted.

"This Qi family knife, you have the true inheritance!" flashed this knife, the next knife, Ding Fan confirmed that he couldn't dodge, this is the real kung fu created by the battlefield generals who have been honing for many years, every move and every style is for the purpose of killing, simple and unpretentious, but the killing intent is awe-inspiring.

It's a pity that Zhang Datou has a brute force, and he lacks a little bit of the killing intent honed on the battlefield in his heart.

Without killing intent, this knife is destined to be a little weaker.

Although the trend of the knife is not bad at all, it is a pity that it is a little less than the real Qi family knife back then.

"It's a pity, this knife is missing a god!" Ding Fan slowly raised his right hand, the handcuffs on his wrist looked cold and flashed with cold light, and said coldly: "Kill you, the Qi family knife has been lost, and this craft has ruined Lexi, so I won't kill you today, but you can't use the knife in the future, find someone, and pass on the knife technique!"

Zhang Datou frowned and glanced at the long knife in his hand, this is the love of his life, he would rather die than put down his knife!

"I know, I can't win against you!" Zhang Datou raised the knife in his hand, cherished it with his hand, and rubbed it on it with his cherished hand, one hand tightly grasped the blade, and the other hand held the blade tightly, forming a kind of knife pulling and starting style, and his eyes exuded a murderous aura that he had not just had!

"I'm not good at learning, and my husband also said that I only have the shape, and I can't get the soul of this knife after all!"

Ding Fan nodded, took a deep breath, clutched the handcuffs on his hands, narrowed his eyes slightly, gradually lowered his body, arched his back slightly and whispered: "Knife drawing technique, the essence of the Qi family's knife, see how much ability you have, my move is enough to kill you!"

The momentum on Ding Fan's body suddenly burst out, and he slowly took a step and stepped on the ground with a 'bang'.

Zhang Datou swallowed his saliva nervously, his palm tightly grasped the handle of the knife, and beads of sweat slowly slid down his face.

Ding Fan approached in front of him step by step, but there was no way to pull out the knife, the blade was only slightly pulled out, and there was a touch of bright red blood on the blade, and the blood ran down his palm, and the blade was blood-red.

Ding Fan used the momentum on his body to press Zhang Datou in place, unable to even move, although the knife in his hand had been gathering momentum for a long time, but in the end, there was no way to pull out the knife.

"I lost, facing you, there is no way to pull out the knife after all!" Zhang Datou finally gave up, slowly released the palm on the blade, looked at the blood flowing in the palm of his hand, but there was only a bitter smile on his face, he took a deep breath and said: "The soulless Qi family knife, I smeared the Qi family knife, I don't deserve to use this knife, I won't pick up this knife in the future!"

Ding Fan stood in front of him indifferently, reached out to take the knife in his hand, and put the handcuffs on his wrists.

"I'm also a martial arts idiot, today's Qi family knife does disappoint me a little, but I still hope that he can pass it on!" Ding Fan's words were sincere, not to humiliate him, he took the long knife in his hand and said: "I hope that the Qi family knife in the future will be soulless, maybe it will not be a bad thing!"

To forge the soul of a knife technique, it takes not only the determination to pull out the knife, but also the need for countless blood and lives to fill it.