The name Liu Qingyun, Du Chengfeng is still a little impressed.

From the memory of the large number of knives in the clothes on his body, Du Chengfeng had heard this name, this martial artist with the name of fast knives often appeared in people's chatter, and it sounded very powerful.

But what really made Du Chengfeng remember this name was when he was sharpening the wind sword. The swordsman named Cui Yuan once wanted to compete with Liu Qingyun, and even prepared for this battle with a mentality of being facing a great enemy.

Cui Yuan's martial arts, Du Chengfeng knows, he has practiced swords for fifteen years and killed more than 200 people, at this level, he will feel that Liu Qingyun is stronger...... In other words, this Liu Qingyun's ability is actually better than Cui Yuan?

"Give me the knife."

Du Chengfeng became interested when he landed.

On the one hand, he was curious about how this gladiatorial fight was fought, after all, if he remembered correctly, Cui Yuan had become mentally ill after breaking his sword. On the other hand, it is because Liu Qingyun uses a knife.

Coincidentally, Du Chengfeng's strongest combat power at the moment is also a knife.

"Then let me see, your knife skills!"

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng pulled out the knife from its sheath, and then put the blade on the whetstone.

The sun shines on the blade, and what shines between the blades is the glorious years of the past.

With careful polishing, Du Chengfeng gradually perceived the life of this knife.

This knife was originally a blacksmith's last resort, and the blade was extremely long, three feet and eight minutes, and if you add a handle of one foot and three minutes, it is more than five feet. But unlike Du Chengfeng's thick and heavy knife, the blade of this long knife is not wide, but narrow and sharp, and the straight blade is more similar to a sword than a knife.

In the blacksmith's opinion, this long knife, which imitates the ancient sword of chopping horses, should be able to sell for a good price.

However, it is a pity that most of the people in Jizhen do not know the goods.

The knife popular among the northland swordsmen, counting the handle is less than three feet long, can be waved with one hand, or can be vigorously chopped with both hands, whether it is a home trip or killing people and goods, this kind of knife that is not long or short can be regarded as a good helper. In contrast, no matter how powerful the blacksmith's long knife was, this five-foot-long broadsword was still a little inconvenient to carry after all.

In desperation, the blacksmith can only reduce the price of the knife, and even do not seek to return the cost, it is good to lose a little.

It was at this time that the young Liu Qingyun came to the stall.

Maybe there is indeed some kind of fate between people and knives, and Liu Qingyun, who was shy in his pocket, happened to encounter a long knife that was sold at a reduced price, so with only the usual money, Liu Qingyun got this long knife with a total length of five feet.

You must know that Liu Qingyun himself was only about six feet tall at that time, and the five-foot long knife was on the ground, and the handle could even reach his chin.

It was on this day that Liu Qingyun officially became a Jibei swordsman.

In other people's mouths, the life of the knife is chic, drinking wine and eating meat in a big bowl, drawing knives at a disagree, and dividing life and death from the knife, highlighting a happy enmity. But for the young Liu Qingyun, the life of a swordsman is tight. He didn't have much reputation, he couldn't receive any commissions, and no one was willing to pay him to protect his peace, and everyone thought that this young man with a five-foot knife didn't have a beard, and he didn't look reliable.

So Liu Qingyun urgently needs to prove himself and prove that he is mature enough.

Soon, he found his purpose.

It was a gang of horse thieves, flowing back and forth between Youzhou and Jizhou, and the governments of the two states had a great headache for them, if they could be dealt with, then he Liu Qingyun would definitely be famous.

So, the young Liu Qingyun hung the long knife on his waist and went to track it alone.

All the way to the camp of those horse thieves, Liu Qingyun wanted to draw his sword out of the sheath, he has been practicing martial arts for many years, he thinks that his skills are not bad, just a few horse thieves, he will definitely be able to catch it.

But at this time, the scouts of the horse thieves discovered him.

It turned out that the gang of horse thieves had not been in the camp before, but now they had just returned from plundering, and when they saw that someone was actually holding a knife in the direction of the camp, they rushed over with a horse and whip.

And Liu Qingyun was too late to draw his sword.

A five-foot long knife hung on his waist, and he couldn't completely pull it out by relying on the usual methods, and even if Liu Qingyun pulled out the knife on weekdays, he would first untie the sheath long knife from his waist and then throw it aside.

And now that the horse is rushing towards him, where will he be given the opportunity to untie the long knife!

"I'm going to die!"

Liu Qingyun's soul was furious, and his entire back was instantly wet with cold sweat.

"Draw the knife, draw the knife...... Fast! Draw your sword! ”

In a hurry, Liu Qingyun instinctively shrank up, and his spine was tightly clasped like a big cat.

Immediately afterwards, the entire spine stretched out like a spring, soaring like a dragon.

At this moment, there was a blade of three feet and eight minutes, and it was instantly unsheathed with incredible speed.

And the horse thief who grazed Liu Qingyun's side had already fallen off the horse's back and sprinkled blood all over the ground.

Together with the severed horse's head.

It turned out that Liu Qingyun did not exaggerate his combat effectiveness, and when he drew his sword out of the sheath, these horse thieves were really not his opponents. Between the ups and downs of his body, the team of horse thieves of more than a dozen people was killed by him, and the looted goods naturally fell into Liu Qingyun's hands.

However, compared to these ill-gotten gains, Liu Qingyun cared more about the posture of his sword just drawn out of the sheath.

So after returning, Liu Qingyun devoted himself to research.

Soon after, the name of the fast knife Liu Qingyun resounded throughout Jibei, and the knife technique known as the "Dragon and Tiger Two Potentials" was even more powerful, rising like a dragon and falling like a tiger leaping, and with the "broken horse" that was far more slender than the blade of an ordinary swordsman, Liu Qingyun was in the limelight for a while.

With the swift speed of drawing the sword, coupled with the attack range far beyond that of ordinary long knives, there are almost no swordsmen who are Liu Qingyun's opponents.

And after this, Liu Qingyun finally completed what he wanted to do, he not only became a Jibei swordsman, but even became the most famous Jibei swordsman. Drinking wine and eating meat in a big bowl, pulling out a knife to each other without saying a word, the knife is up and down, life and death are separated, and it is indescribably chic and happy.

Of course, in this process, Liu Qingyun has not encountered a challenger, but almost no one can stop his dragon and tiger two potentials, and the broken horse in his palm.

Until a swordsman came to the door.

The origin of the swordsman, Liu Qingyun, as the head snake of the land, is clear, the leftover seeds left by the group of horse thieves who were killed by him back then should be here to seek revenge - as for the "swordsmanship practice" that the other party said, he only regarded it as a joke, and he would fight if he wanted to, where did so much nonsense come from.

Even if he is no longer young now, it is impossible for him to lose to the son of a horse thief, not to mention that his long knife has only been sharpened and washed in Yanzhou before, which is a good time to kill people and see blood.

It's just that unlike Liu Qingyun thought, the swordsman named Cui Yuan came to the door earlier than expected.

"I see, you want to attack me before I'm ready?"

Looking at Cui Yuan in front of him, Liu Qingyun couldn't help but shake his head.

How could this kind of carving insect skill deceive him, as a Jibei knife man who is crawling between life and death, Liu Qingyun has already developed the habit of being able to knife at any time.

However, after looking at the scabbard on Cui Yuan's waist, Liu Qingyun still frowned.

The long blade of the sword was three feet long, which was eight points shorter than his broken horse, in other words, the distance suppression brought by the broken horse in his hand might not be able to exert itself at the moment.

This couldn't help but make Liu Qingyun look at Cui Yuan twice.

He didn't expect that this kid would still come prepared.

It doesn't matter, though.

Even if the length of the swords on both sides is close, Liu Qingyun has absolute confidence in his shooting speed. At the beginning, it was just a rudimentary quick knife drawing, but at this moment it has been practiced by him in the way of dragon and tiger power, compared to the fast knife that broke the horse in the past, today's speed of drawing the knife has long been better.

As long as the sword was faster than the sword, he would be able to cut off the head of the rest of the seed first.

As long as the sword is faster than the sword......

"Whew-"

Just when Liu Qingyun had just pulled out half of the long knife, the blade of the sword had already slashed through his throat.

Liu Qingyun couldn't understand, obviously he had already practiced the dragon and tiger two potentials to the fullest, and the speed of the knife had reached its peak, but why was the speed of the knife still half a beat slower?

That leftover seed named Cui Yuan, what kind of demon method did he practice? Why is the sword out so fast?

"You ......"

Liu Qingyun tried hard to find the truth, but he didn't have the strength to look up again.

Most of his neck was cut by the blade of the sword, and Liu Qingyun lost his life in just a few breaths.

"This ......"

Du Chengfeng, who watched all this, fell silent.

Liu Qingyun didn't see the sword clearly, but he saw it clearly, the reason why Liu Qingyun was half a beat slower was not because he drew the sword too slowly, but purely because Cui Yuan's sword blade as an opponent was too short.

Holding a broken sword in his hand, Cui Yuan, who has been practicing swords for fifteen years, naturally drew his sword out of the sheath at a speed far better than Liu Qingyun.

"Sure enough! It's really part of the practice! ”

Putting away the sword and returning it to the sheath, Cui Yuan, who was covered in blood, left excitedly, and no one dared to stop him for a while.

And Du Chengfeng finally came back to his senses from this memory.

Seeing that psychotic feeling again is not very good for Du Chengfeng, but fortunately, the two potentials of the dragon and tiger recorded on this long knife called "Broken Horse" are indeed all the knife skills he urgently needs at the moment - but what Du Chengfeng cares about the most is hidden in this memory, a blind spot that is extremely easy to ignore the past.

That is, this long knife, called Broken Horse, was once sharpened in Yanzhou.

This is the first time Du Chengfeng has known that there is news about other grinders.

It's just that this experience of being grinded is unexpected, and it does not appear on the long knife like those murderous memories.