Shen Leng pressed over with a knife, Nie Yuan could feel how fierce this knife was and didn't dare to block it, and he had seen that something was wrong with Shen Leng's knife at the official dock before, it was far better than the ordinary standard horizontal knife, so he dodged and let Shen Leng over, and slashed at Shen Leng's back.

Shen Leng quickly turned around with a miss, the black line knife was lifted upward, and the two knives collided and spilled out a spark.

"Hundred Refining Knives."

Shen Leng couldn't cut off Nie Yuan's long knife with a single sword, and immediately guessed that it was a hundred refining knife that could only be equipped with more than Daning Tuan, but Nie Yuan removed the red and black lines wrapped around the handle of the knife.

"Do you still deserve this knife?"

Shen Leng asked as he took out the knife.

I have to say that Daning is not only unparalleled in the world in the textile process, but also far ahead of the process of forging weapons, Shen Leng's black line knife is sharp enough, but it is not so easy to cut off a hundred refining knife, the blade of the hundred refining knife is thick enough, the blade is made of excellent steel, and it is still strong after a few gaps in the black line knife.

Nie Yuan was forced back a few steps by Shen Leng, looked down at the gap on the blade, and his face turned slightly pale.

This knife was taken over from Bai Shangnian when he was promoted to the head of the regiment, it was not only a good knife, but also represented the years that he would never forget.

His fingers crossed the blade, his teeth cut his fingers, but the pain was in his heart.

"The credit I once made for Daning on the battlefield makes me worthy of this black line knife."

Nie Yuan's gaze left the knife and looked into Shen Leng's eyes: "You are just a person who has just become a soldier, what qualifications do you have to say such things to me?" ”

Shen Leng slashed down: "You are not worthy of using a black line knife, let alone mentioning your own past." ”

With a bang, Nie Yuan was shocked back again.

His eyes were red, and he began to fight back like crazy, slashing one by one, faster and faster, Shen Leng kept blocking, and in the dense sound of metal impact, sparks splashed everywhere.

After dozens of knives in a row, Nie Yuan stopped, panting slightly.

The blade of his black line knife had turned into jagged teeth, and there was a different kind of sadness in his eyes.

"Give me death!"

Nie Yuan suddenly threw the black line knife towards Shen Leng, and Shen Leng split it with a single sword.

"You're just relying on yourself to have a good knife."

Nie Yuan pulled out a dagger from his boots: "But you will still die." ”

Shen Leng stuck the black line knife on the ground, and also pulled out a dagger: "I wonder if your heart hurts when you kill your comrades?" ”

"You can't take care of it!"

Nie Yuan got close, and the dagger stabbed Shen Leng's heart, Shen Leng's dagger swiped over to block it, and his shoulder rushed forward and hit Nie Yuan's chest, Nie Yuan was knocked backwards and kept waving the dagger to prevent Shen Leng from continuing to attack.

"You're a seven."

The corners of Shen Leng's mouth hooked, and the dagger continued to attack like a poisonous snake after getting close, the usage of the dagger was completely different from the long knife, after getting close, the faster and more agile the more threatening, not like the long knife opening and closing.

The speed of the two people fighting is so fast that they can't even keep up with their eyes, dodge, shoot, and dizzy.

It was precisely because of this battle that Shen Leng began to doubt his previous judgment of the martial artist, Nie Yuan's strength was the strongest one he had encountered so far, even more powerful than the stray knife head in Chang'an City who drank too much wine and could still slash three times, of course, if the sword head was ten years younger, Nie Yuan was not an opponent.

Thinking of the head of the knife, Shen Leng's evaluation is also seven, the old man who was ambushed in the woods to attack Meng Changan, Shen Leng's evaluation is still seven, and now Nie Yuan, Shen Leng's first reaction is still seven......

Is Nie Yuan really that strong? If Nie Yuan has reached the height of seven, what about Bai Shangnian? What about people who are much more powerful than Bai Shangnian? For example, Tieliuli in northern Xinjiang, Kyushu in western Xinjiang, Shi Yuanxiong in southern Xinjiang, and Pei Tingshan in eastern Xinjiang, these four famous generals, are afraid that they can casually behead people like Nie Yuan.

Am I too ignorant?

Shen Leng realized this for the first time.

However, the martial arts of the generals of the four frontiers are not the strongest, and it is said in the army that the tiger general in the forbidden army, who has not been out of the capital for more than ten years, gave Pei Tingshan a right hand when he competed with Pei Tingshan.

The world is very big, and it is said that there is no first martial arts and no second, but martial arts are the same, where there is any standard, who is invincible in the world.

Shen Leng's movements in his hands did not slow down when he was thinking about this, the two daggers kept colliding one after another, and the sparks around the two people flashed out one by one, and their bodies shuttled like white horses passing through the gap.

In just a few minutes, most of the fights were gone, and after Nie Yuan's dagger swept Shen Leng back and forced him to take a step back, the two of them stopped temporarily, Shen Leng stood there and breathed a little roughly, while Nie Yuan's forehead was already full of beads of sweat, and the angle of his upper body and lower body was almost ninety degrees, and his chest fluctuated a lot when he breathed.

"You're amazing."

Nie Yuan suddenly laughed: "In Daning's army, there has never been a successor. ”

Shen Leng looked at him and said word by word: "Daning's soldiers are still the soldiers you are proud of, are you still the proud yourself?" ”

Nie Yuan's face turned a little pale, and he lowered his head to look at the dagger in his hand: "Sometimes it's not the enemy who defeats you, and it's not the battlefield that polishes you, you're still too young......"

Shen Leng shook his head: "Don't say it so pathetic, it's you who make the choice." ”

Nie Yuan raised his head: "You think you've won?" ”

He straightened up: "The young man who died in my hands, the corpse can be stacked as high as the city wall. ”

Shen Leng turned his dagger and attacked again: "Then, you will be the foundation of my city wall." ”

Shen Leng's dagger stabbed straight down, once, twice, three times...... After the third impact, the dagger in Nie Yuan's hand was shaken away, and the tiger's mouth was cracked, he took a step back and wanted to pick up the black line knife that he had thrown on the ground before, but Shen Leng was faster than him...... Shen Leng strode over, his elbow slamming against Nie Yuan's chin.

Nie Yuan's body flipped back, and before he could land Shen Leng's second blow, the dagger stabbed Nie Yuan's chest continuously at a speed of two knives a second, and blood beads splashed up with each knife when it was pulled out.

The moment Nie Yuan landed, Shen Leng stabbed him ten times in the chest.

Nie Yuan screamed, and the indiscriminate stomping of his legs forced Shen Leng back, and his chest was already covered with blood, he sat there and hurriedly tried to plug the wound, but the blood couldn't stop flowing out of his fingers.

The most terrifying thing is that in these ten consecutive blows, Shen Leng did not stab at his vital point.

"You want to torture me?!"

Nie Yuan's eyes were blood-red and blood-red waiting for An Zheng, and his teeth were already covered with blood when he spoke.

Shen Leng stood there and looked at him: "You should know." ”

Nie Yuan raised his chin, trying to maintain the last of his pride.

He thought of the inconspicuous soldier he killed last night, that guy was really stubborn and brave enough, the more life and death he experienced on the battlefield, the more he knew that human nature would become extremely ugly at that time, but that very ordinary soldier was very clean and pure before he died, which made Nie Yuan have a moment of admiration.

Nie Yuan stood up slowly with his hands on the ground, but his waist could no longer stand up, his upper body was pressed very low, blood flowed down from every wound one by one, and blood began to leak out of his mouth, but his eyes were still cold.

"We're not done yet."

He grinned, a little hideous.

Shen Leng shook his head: "Don't try to maintain your dignity, I have never regarded you as an opponent, just an enemy." ”

With a poof, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Nie Yuan's mouth, his body shook, and he let out a heart-rending roar, like a lone wolf under serious injury, he lowered his head and crashed towards Shen Leng.

Shen Leng stepped aside and grabbed Nie Yuan's neck and lifted him up as Nie Yuan rushed past him, and then poked the dagger into Nie Yuan's upper leg artery.

He walked to the edge of a big tree with Nie Yuan in this way, slammed the dagger in his right hand into the trunk, and then hung Nie Yuan on the handle of the dagger.

Shen Leng took a few steps back and sat on the ground gasping slightly, at this moment, Nie Yuan had already turned into a bloody man.

Nie Yuan had no strength to look up, and at this time he realized that what he said when he scared the soldier last night was actually true.

The wound felt hot, but his body was getting colder and colder, as if something was rapidly leaving his body, and his vision began to blur.

"Mu Xiaofeng doesn't have a veteran like you anymore, where did he find it?"

Shen Leng asked.

The corners of Nie Yuan's mouth hooked up: "You...... Ahem...... Do you think I'm going to tell you? ”

Shen Leng stood up and walked to Nie Yuan: "You stabbed my brother Li Tuming three times in the artery last night, and when you go down to see him, the wounds on his body must be ten times more than his, so that he can feel at ease." ”

Shen Leng pulled out the dagger and stabbed it in a series of attacks, and the dagger left more than a dozen blood holes on Nie Yuan's body.

"You...... It's fucking ruthless...... Ahem. ”

Nie Yuan had blood dripping from his mouth, and he rolled his eyelids and looked at Shen Leng with difficulty, as if he wanted to see what kind of fierce beast lived in the young man's heart.

"Mr. said, revenge can not be delayed as soon as possible, and you will never need mercy to treat the enemy, it is a matter of the gods, I am a soldier, and I only know blood debts and blood repayment."

Shen Leng took a few steps back: "You are Bai Shangnian's person." ”

Nie Yuan raised his head violently, and actually raised his head all of a sudden!

He stared at Shen Leng deadly, as if he wanted to go over and bite Shen Leng to death.

"I'll visit him in the future."

Shen Leng put the dagger back into the leather sheath on the outside of his boots, turned around and picked up the equipment of those people and tied them on his back, but did not leave, but stood there quietly waiting.

Nie Yuan, who had gradually lost consciousness, suddenly sobered up, and he guessed why Shen Leng didn't leave.

He laughed miserably, and the blood in his mouth became less and less.

Yes, that's the tradition of Daning soldiers.

Nie Yuan's head hung down weakly, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

Shen Leng cut off the heads of all the corpses and carried them with ropes, took a deep breath, and walked in the direction where they came, the blood of the headless corpses lying on the ground had dried up, maybe they never thought before this, one day, their own heads would be cut off by Daning's soldiers.

Shen Leng who did this seemed to be a little cruel, but he had to do it, these people were brought back to pay tribute to Li Tuming, and they were also placed on the Xiongniu warship, so that someone could take a look with wide eyes.