Du Chengfeng, who returned to the courtyard, looked at the long sword in his hand.

The blade is three feet long, the handle is eight inches and two minutes long, and the sword body is narrow and sharp, just put it in the hand, it makes people feel a little want to find something to stab and cut, this is not even because of the influence of some sword soldiers, just because this sword is too easy to handle.

"This sword is really good."

Although Du Chengfeng has never seen any good swords, with his current understanding of blades and combat, he can already judge the merits of weapons just by touching them.

Just like the sword in his hand, the steel mouth is sharp, the hair is blown and broken, and the center of gravity is also first-class.

It's not like something that an ordinary folk workshop can make.

"It's called Riding the Wind."

The man with the scar named Cui Yuan spoke, and his words were full of pity.

"Please be careful with it, sir."

For this kind of words, Du Chengfeng didn't hear it.

Naming the weapon, and treating the blade as a person, no wonder the person named Cui Yuan just now was polite on the side, but he suddenly made a move on him in his hand, originally Du Chengfeng only felt that mental illness was an adjective, but now it seems that the symptoms of this Cui Yuan are really not light.

However, when Du Chengfeng put the blade of the sword on the stone, he knew that there was a reason why the other party would name the sword.

That was fifteen years ago, when Cui Yuan was only fourteen years old, he was still very young, and after his parents died, he had been following his teacher to practice both civil and military affairs, tirelessly.

However, one day, his teacher suddenly gave Cui Yuan his saber as a parting gift.

"Dapeng rides the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles, I hope you can be like this straight sword, be an upright person."

Before leaving, Cui Yuan's teacher blessed his disciple like this and told him to eat well.

But the young Cui Yuan just shook his head.

"Master, I will also go with you, and I will go wherever Master goes."

"Don't call me Master, call me Teacher."

The tall man squatted down and pressed Cui Yuan's shoulder.

"The teacher is going to a dangerous place this time to do a big thing, just like you have your own ambitions, the teacher also has your own ambitions, and you will be the only one left in the future, you have to live a good life......"

"Then why can't I go?"

Cui Yuan gritted his teeth, tears already flowing down his face.

"Is it because I'm the son of a horse thief? Just because of my origins? ”

"It's not a question of origin."

The tall man raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Cui Yuan's face.

"It's because this matter is really dangerous, and the teacher can do it, but your current strength is far from enough."

It was precisely because of this parting and sword gift that the young Cui Yuan had the determination to learn the sword.

When he saw this, Du Chengfeng still felt normal, after all, on the border of Jibei, this kind of injury and parting, not to mention every day, at least there will be three or five times a month, and then after a while, there will be more swordsmen or warriors in Jizhou, they will shout to become stronger, and at the same time die in an inexplicable vendetta.

But what he saw next made Du Chengfeng look sideways.

Even though the teacher has left, Cui Yuan still hasn't slackened, on the contrary, Cui Yuan's practice has become even harder. Boiling the body, practicing the strong road, washing and stabbing and fighting, hanging and wiping, although it is only the most basic swordsmanship, Cui Yuan practiced it very seriously.

Swinging the sword 3,000 times a day, Du Chengfeng only heard others blow it, but never saw it with his own eyes.

But Cui Yuan has persevered for fifteen years.

The only one who witnessed all this was this long sword called Chengfeng.

In the past fifteen years, Cui Yuan has shot a total of one hundred and thirty-five times, and a sword riding the wind never kills nameless ghosts, but all the swordsmen who are a little famous in Jizhou and Youzhou have been approached by this Cui Yuan, challenged in person, and then killed with a sword.

is obviously innocent and hateless, but he has killed the killer every time, such a ruthless act, even in the group of swordsmen who take killing people as their profession, it is extremely terrifying, so the scolding of Cui Yuan has been endless.

But Cui Yuan didn't care, he just felt that this was part of his cultivation, a way to become stronger.

This time, not only Du Chengfeng, but even all the swordsmen in Jibei began to feel that Cui Yuan's brain was abnormal.

So in the gradual rise of fame, Cui Yuan also quickly became the target of public criticism, and after a short tandem, more than a hundred and so swordsmen simply organized themselves and prepared to kill this unruly scourge.

But it wasn't until the moment Cui Yuan drew his sword that these swordsmen knew that what they were facing was no longer human.

It was a one-sided massacre, the swordsmen who were originally in control of the victory fell to the ground like harvested wheat, and even those who escaped were pierced in the throat by Cui Yuan, who chased them, and the swordsmen who participated in the siege were all become Cui Yuan's ghosts under the sword.

And this experience of fighting one against one hundred finally made Cui Yuan confirm that his swordsmanship had achieved a small success.

Therefore, in order to be able to make his swordsmanship great, Cui Yuan, who is already twenty-nine years old, has to challenge the last opponent.

That is the famous swordsman in Jizhou, Liu Qingyun, known as the "fast knife", when Cui Yuan was still young, he was this young fast knife warrior, and with only the long knife in his hand, he killed a horse thief cottage in Youzhou.

also killed Cui Yuan's parents.

But Cui Yuan knew that his trip was not for revenge. What he wants to do more than those boring things is to overcome the fear and anxiety that have been engraved in his heart since he was a child.

Only by crossing this last and first mountain can his sword be invincible and unparalleled in the world.

In order to break through, all difficulties and obstacles.

"Hiss......"

Du Chengfeng, who had finished sharpening his long sword, looked at the sword in his hand, and then looked at Cui Yuan in front of him, and couldn't help but start to have a toothache.

Strictly speaking, this was the first time he had come into contact with a living person in the true sense of the word, a living person who was armed with a fierce blade, but still kept his sanity. Although the other party's speech and behavior look quite like a mental illness, Du Chengfeng just thinks it looks like it, after all, the other party also knows that he knocks on the door first when he visits, and he also knows how to apologize for making a mistake, and he also knows how to wash his hands after going to the toilet, which is at least quite normal.

But who would have thought that this swordsman named Cui Yuan really had some mental problems.

The long sword has indeed accumulated a lot of evil energy, but Cui Yuan's dedication to becoming stronger has surpassed the killing itself, not so much that the sword is driving Cui Yuan to kill, but rather that Cui Yuan is driving this sword, using the way of killing, to test his own catties.

Just like it is now.

"I mean, I'm not even going to confiscate your money, right?"

Seeing that Cui Yuan took the long sword, but pointed the tip of the sword at himself, Du Chengfeng's face couldn't help but become ugly.

"Is that how you treat a good Samaritan?"

"You didn't do your best just now."

As he spoke, Cui Yuan, who was standing with a sword, looked at Du Chengfeng's side.

A heavy two-handed broadsword was lying there quietly.

The anger is monstrous.

"This is your usual blade! That's what you're really capable of! ”

The man named Cui Yuan clenched his long sword and stared at Du Chengfeng's eyes.

What was reflected in Du Chengfeng's sight was the calm madness that he had seen on the wind riding sword many times.

"I didn't expect to meet such an opponent before the swordsmanship was completed! Please advise! ”

Snort –

As he spoke, the sharp long sword named Chengfeng was already stabbing at Du Chengfeng, as fast as lightning.

But Du Chengfeng still retreated and dodged the past.

After sharpening the knife just now, Du Chengfeng was already completely familiar with this Cui Yuan's sword path, and now in a flash, this Cui Yuan couldn't even touch him with a sword - but this made Cui Yuan even more excited, and the long sword in his hand became faster and faster!

"That's right! That's it! That's what I want next! ”

The long sword was swinging, Cui Yuan had never been so happy, and at this moment he even felt inexplicably that the opponent in front of him was another self.

Is there anything more enjoyable than playing against yourself?

Of course there is, and that is, against people who are stronger than you.

Only by stepping on the bones of a strong man can he become stronger!

"Come!"

Sixteen swords in a row before and after, Du Chengfeng was finally pressed into the corner by Cui Yuan's sword blade.

It was at this time that Cui Yuan finally saw that the man named Du Chengfeng in front of him was holding the thick knife.

"Good!"

Cui Yuanting shouted loudly, and the sword light flashed.

"Zheng—"

The harsh sound of gold and iron echoed through the room.

And Cui Yuan's long sword had already slashed through the opponent's neck.

"Hoo ......"

With a breath of turbidity, Cui Yuan couldn't help but feel a light in his heart.

Although he already knew that this sharpener named Du Chengfeng had some skills, the heavy broadsword still shocked him, just looking at the fierceness that almost overflowed from the sword, it was clear that only a brave warrior who had experienced a hundred battles could use this kind of soldier.

Fortunately, it was him who won this time.

Again, he defeated a strong enemy with his own strength, and once again, he cleaved the fear in his heart with the blade of the sword in his hand.

Once again, his sword cut through the odds, just as his teacher had commanded.

Dapeng rode the wind one day and soared up to 90,000 miles.

Like a sword in his hand, he has finally become a knowledgeable and unparalleled swordsman.

It's like a sword in your hand......

“…… Well? ”

Cui Yuan, who was about to put away his sword and return it, couldn't help but be stunned.

I saw that the long sword in my hand, which was originally more than three feet, was only one and a half feet left.

The half-cut tip of the sword that should have slashed through the opponent's neck was long gone.