This time, Du Chengfeng finally had a general understanding of his current strength.

Maybe he is not as weak as he imagined, although as a Taiping man, he has always felt that he is a pacifist who has not fought much, and can even be said to be a weak scholar, but in terms of results, at least he has won the sword training for fifteen years, and even kills people like a swordsman.

In other words, after rounding, it means that he has also practiced swords for fifteen years, and he kills people like hemp.

"Maybe I'm not as weak as I thought?"

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but look down at the big knife in his hand.

Although he said this, Du Chengfeng knew in his heart that the reason why he was able to break the sword with one sword was that this big knife accounted for at least nine successes.

To put it bluntly, it's actually the knife that is strong, not him.

"I'm still too weak, I'm still too weak."

As soon as he thought of Su Xiqing's demon-like non-human figure, Du Chengfeng always had a heavy feeling in his heart, in the face of a terrifying monster of that level, could he really survive?

Maybe it's not something to think about, he has to survive.

After all, if you die, you are really dead.

"So do you want to die or live?"

With the big knife on his shoulder, Du Chengfeng turned his head and looked at Cui Yuan in front of him.

"Since you've already attacked me twice, you must be ready for it, right?"

"Ahh......h

Contrary to Du Chengfeng's expectations, Cui Yuan at this moment didn't even have the intention of taking care of him.

Just looking at the broken sword in his hand, he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

"I, ah, Master, ah, this, riding the wind, why are you ......"

“……”

Du Chengfeng suddenly had a bad premonition.

If he remembers correctly, he has the impression of a similar situation, which was not long ago, on a dark and windy night, a spear was thrown......

"Du Chengfeng! Give me back the knife! ”

Just as Du Chengfeng was recalling, a hoarse shout suddenly came from outside.

"Du Chengfeng! Kill me! Du Chengfeng...... Don't stop me! Don't stop me! I'm not going back! I'm not sick! I'm so healthy! ”

The voice shouted twice, and then a commotion came from outside the courtyard, and after a tearing and fighting, the courtyard was quiet again.

Du Chengfeng, who listened to the whole process, couldn't help but sigh.

He can be very sure that he really didn't do anything, and God knows why that Yang Saburo became the way he is now.

And now, Cui Yuan in front of him seems to be soon.

"First of all, you stop for a moment."

Du Chengfeng thought about it, and decided to admonish Cui Yuan's behavior first.

There is no other reason, mainly because of the broken name of the sword, opening his mouth and closing his mouth to ride the wind, which makes him always think that he is calling himself.

"Then, the sword has been sharpened, you want to fight me, I have already finished fighting with you, you see that this time is not early, should you ......"

"Kill me."

Without waiting for Du Chengfeng to finish speaking, Cui Yuan, who was lost in despair, fell to the ground.

"I'm losing, you kill me."

"You ......"

Du Chengfeng slapped himself on the head.

He knew, he knew, he already felt that something was wrong just now, and in the end, he still held back such a sentence.

If you kill, it's not completely unreasonable, after all, this Cui Yuan shot at him twice just now, and if he kills him, he will kill him, not to mention that if he can't find a reason, this Cui Yuan just didn't wear a hat today, which is also a good excuse to go under the knife.

But after thinking about the trouble of cleaning the ground, especially the hard work of cleaning up the blood stains and disposing of the corpse, Du Chengfeng still put out this thought.

In order to kill a psychopath, he also had to clean up the housework for the morning, which was too much to lose.

What's more, he had just learned a whole set of swordsmanship from this psychopath.

"So why don't you go quickly, aren't you going to duel someone?"

Du Chengfeng thought about it and finally found a reason to drive people away.

"Go ahead, that quick knife is waiting for you."

"Duel? Haha, duel ......"

Hearing Du Chengfeng's words, Cui Yuan, who was sitting on the ground, just shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Duel, yes, he does have a duel to fight, but is he really qualified to fight that duel now?

Lost, he lost so completely for the first time, because he still wanted to see that knife, to see the strength of that knife, but who would have thought that just a knife, just a knife, everything he had would come to naught.

Whether it is his hard work, his sweat, or his hard work to hone his sword moves for more than ten years, even the sword given to him by the master, this good sword that has not broken and rolled for fifteen years, is actually ......

"Ride the wind, ride the wind!"

Holding the broken sword, Cui Yuan howled and cried.

The miserable voice made Du Chengfeng's scalp tingle.

Clenched his fists, Du Chengfeng finally kicked over, he really couldn't hear people mourning in front of him, and even shouted his own name.

"Cheer up! You have to cheer up! ”

Two slaps were slapped on Cui Yuan's face, and Du Chengfeng's eyes widened angrily.

"Isn't it just that the sword is broken? Why don't you just change it? ”

"Haha, hahaha......"

Cui Yuan, who was holding the broken sword, just laughed stupidly, and his face was full of tears.

"The sword is broken, the sword is broken, how to change it, what to exchange for ......"

"Wake up!"

Two more slaps were slapped on Cui Yuan's face, but Du Chengfeng didn't know what to say for a while.

If he was an uninformed outsider, he could naturally say something beautiful casually, but he who had sharpened the Wind Riding Sword already knew how significant this sword was to Cui Yuan.

Both parents died, and the master who raised him also left after giving away this sword, and in the past fifteen years, only this sword has followed Cui Yuan, they eat and live together, practice together, such a deep feeling, even if this sword is Cui Yuan's father, it is not an exaggeration.

And now, this father, who represents everything, has been cut off with a knife.

No matter how successful Cui Yuan is in swordsmanship, in the face of such a huge blow, he will still be ...... after all

"That's right!"

Du Chengfeng suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Have you ever thought that this is part of the practice?"

“…… Yes? ”

Cui Yuan, whose face was full of tears, was suddenly stunned.

"What did you say?"

"I said, it's part of the practice."

Du Chengfeng pressed Cui Yuan's shoulder stiffly.

"If the sword is broken, isn't it a sword?"

"The sword is broken, but it's still a sword?"

Cui Yuan was confused by the question.

"The sword is broken, is it still a sword?"

"Don't ask me, think for yourself."

patted Cui Yuan's shoulder, and Du Chengfeng helped the other party up from the ground.

Then he helped the swordsman out of the courtyard all the way.

Immediately afterward, there was a slamming slam on the courtyard door.

Leaning against the door with his back, Du Chengfeng let out a sigh of relief, he finally sent this psychotic away and could sleep well.

After all, when he woke up, he had more important things to do.

Cui Yuan's sword gave him a lot of inspiration, and he needed to try some paths that he hadn't imagined.