Under the cover of night, Du Chengfeng continued his hunt.

The Broken Horse Knife was left in the saddle bag, and this five-foot-long straight-edged knife was more suitable for foot combat. As for the other two blades...... Although the two-handed combat knife and the old big axe did not look like something suitable for foot combat, when these two blades were held by Du Chengfeng, it was a different situation.

"Come!"

With Du Chengfeng's angry shout, the thick knife burst into blazing flames, and the three-zhang flame blade only needed to sweep over, and those stubborn grassland cavalry fell off their horses one after another.

The blazing light of the knife cut into the body, as easily as melting grease, leaving only a disgusting smell of burnt barbecue in its wake.

Of course, there are not without sturdy people among these steppe cavalry, even if the fire blade has the terrifying power of sweeping through, there will still be fish that can slip through the net and rush to Du Chengfeng's approach.

There is a way that is an inch short and an inch dangerous. Seeing that these grassland warriors just decided to take risks and fight to the death with themselves in an instant, even Du Chengfeng, who was an enemy, couldn't help but admire these tough guys who were sharpened in the cold wind of Mobei.

However, admiration is admiration.

This kind of behavior is still meaningless.

It's just because they are facing the cold wind itself from Mobei.

"Let's go."

Du Chengfeng picked up the big axe in his left hand.

The old axe slashed at the armor, and the originally hard iron armor shattered like fragile ice, and after that, the biting cold wind followed the blade of the axe into the wound, all the way through the body, and then brought out large patches of bright red snowflakes from the back of the flesh and blood.

It's not blood, it's snowflakes.

Because the blood had already congealed in the cold wind before it could gush out.

"It turns out that this is the wind of Mobei......"

casually chopped to death those grassland armor soldiers who rushed to his front, Du Chengfeng looked at the old big axe in his hand, stunned.

No wonder this big axe killed those steppe people so easily, it turned out that this big axe was as cold as the cold wind in Mobei - but the big axe was so hungry that it couldn't even play one percent of its ability.

If it is said that what is needed to satisfy the big knife in the right hand is the wine of friends, then what is needed to satisfy this big axe is the blood of those steppe people.

After all, the wind in Mobei has always been like this.

If you don't blow dozens of grassland people to death, you are embarrassed to say that you came from Mobei?

"Oh, dozens are too few, aren't they?"

Vaguely feeling the subtle dissatisfaction on the big axe in his hand, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

This is indeed a bit embarrassing, not that he killed less, but most of the grassland armor soldiers were all killed with their right hand broadswords, after all, it was a three-zhang long blazing sword light, that is, a little more than ten meters, this sweep is a large area, and the number of kills is indeed more.

On the contrary, the big axe in his left hand was still hungry, and even if he fought for most of the night, he only received a few dozen lives in total.

The more those who are not hungry eat more, the hungry ones can't chew a few bites, but it seems that Du Chengfeng is a little favoritous.

"Next time, next time."

As he said this, Du Chengfeng put the big knife and the big axe back into the saddle bag.

It's really going to be next time, just because this time it's time for him to run away.

With the blazing sword light that swept across a large area of the thick knife, this time he also successfully took the lives of seventy or eighty grassland warriors, which was a suitable number in Du Chengfeng's opinion, a number that could not only ensure the maximum benefit, but also not hurt the army too much, thus triggering a violent counterattack.

Although with Du Chengfeng's current strength, he is not without the confidence to enter the enemy formation, but he still cautiously chose to slow down, biting the slow-moving behemoth in front of him, known as the "Prairie Army".

After all, safety comes first.

He still remembered that this army was most likely an ambush left behind by Su Xiqing, which meant that there might not be no means against him in the army - although he himself was not sure whether this unknown method existed, but when it came to his life, he would rather believe it.

"So, we'll come back later."

Saying this, Du Chengfeng turned the horse's head, and was ready to continue to pull back into the distance, nibbling on a few bites of dry hard cakes to replenish his strength.

But at this moment, a desolate trumpet sounded in his ears.

"Whew-"

The melodious sound of the horn is desolate and simple, like a distant roar from ancient times, and the dull low roar calls for the battle intent hidden in the heart, and even the blood is boiling together.

"Or are you sending the main force against me?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but squint his eyes.

What will come? Is it a heavily armored samurai, or an iron-armored heavy horseman? Or a mad monster with a ferocious blade?

Du Chengfeng didn't know, and he couldn't guess.

All he knew was that he suddenly didn't want to run away.

There is no need to run away, or why should he run away, he is the strongest now, the most ferocious. Just looking at the entire Jibei right now, I'm afraid that no one can kill more than him.

And in this world, killing more means being strong.

Killing the most means that it is extremely powerful.

"You're strong, you're already strong......"

While saying this, Du Chengfeng took out the heavy knife and big axe from the saddle bag.

The blazing sword light was handed over to his right hand, and the cold wind was on his left.

He's already so strong, why don't he kill everything in front of him?

It was at this time that, in addition to the desolate trumpet, the drums of war sounded.

"Knock knock! Knock knock! ”

The heavy war drums were dull and powerful, and every beat of the drum seemed to hammer into Du Chengfeng's heart.

It made his blood run high.

Yes, that's it, that's what he wants.

The blood is burning, and the whole world is going to burn with it.

The blood is flowing, and there is not a single living creature left in front of him!

“…… Wait a minute? ”

Du Chengfeng, who was about to come out of the horse, was suddenly stunned.

Is the blood flowing?

Raising his hand to rub the wetness on his face, Du Chengfeng realized at this time that the gushing nosebleed had covered half of his face at some point.

"When?"

Du Chengfeng subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction where the drum was coming from.

Over there, there is a bonfire that rises into the sky, lighting up the night sky.

Twelve old men danced around the campfire, dressed in strips of cloth that were piled up haphazardly rather than clothes, but these dirty, insane looking, danced with a solemn sacredness. Obviously his hands and feet are thin, but his movements are vigorous and powerful, like an ancient warrior who came out of an ancient picture scroll.

There were big drums and horns in the hands of these people, and they used these old instruments, and the desolate sound of the horns and the heavy beat of the drums were intertwined, mixed with the complicated and lengthy poems, which made this bloody killing field solemn for a while.

"Fight! War! War! ”

Accompanied by the sound of trumpets and drums, those words seemed to be drilling into Du Chengfeng's brain.

"Fight! War! War! ”

The evil spirit of those sword soldiers who had been tamed in Du Chengfeng's opinion rose again.

It made his eyes even redder.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The murmur in his mouth gradually began to cooperate with Ma Wen, and Du Chengfeng almost came out of his horse.

But the war horse he was riding did not make any movement.

Not only the war horse, but even Du Chengfeng himself did not make any moves.

He couldn't move, he couldn't move at all, and at this moment his body was completely controlled by the heavy drumbeats. And in the rapid beat of the drums, he couldn't help but turn over and dismount.

"Can't dismount! Absolutely not dismounted! ”

Du Chengfeng gritted his teeth.

He couldn't get off his horse anyway, and he had to leave quickly, after all, no matter how slow he was, he couldn't be unaware of it at this moment, and it was the men dancing by the campfire in the distance who caused all this.

This unknown secret method was so terrifying that he didn't even realize what was happening, and his entire body had already fallen into the control of the other party.

It's not even just the body.

Even his consciousness was already crumbling.

The evil qi of the sword soldiers surged up again, and the noisy words came from his ears again, mixed with the words that came from afar, urging him to hurry forward and kill the enemy - if it was just like this, he might be able to resist a little, but the most important thing was that the killing intent brought by these sword soldiers' evil qi at this moment was the most correct choice.

yes, just kill the twelve dancing men in the distance.

Just cutting off their heads will solve everything, and it is simply the right decision.

Just walk over and go, just grab them by the throat......

"That's not right! Wrong! ”

Even if reason has already agreed with the evil spirit of the sword soldiers, Du Chengfeng's only remaining consciousness is still frantically alarming.

Even the things that he could think of when his entire brain was in a mess, those prairie dancers who controlled him, couldn't they think of it?

"It's a trap! It's a trap! Get off the horse and go forward, you will definitely die! ”

At this moment, Du Chengfeng was desperately controlling his body.

However, this resistance is meaningless.

As the beat of the drum became more and more rapid, his body finally followed the rhythm of the drum and made movements.

No matter how much Du Chengfeng gritted his teeth to resist, he still began to turn over and dismount uncontrollably at this moment.

"No...... No way! Fast! Do something! ”

Using his last strength, Du Chengfeng, who was about to turn over and dismount, knocked over the saddle bag on the horse's back.

It's like a knife in your hand that believes in him.

He also fully believed in these blades.

"Dang Chang—"

The blade fell to the ground, bringing a burst of gold and iron.

And Du Chengfeng's body, which was about to land, also smashed directly to the ground with this violent action.

When his body was in pain, Du Chengfeng regained some consciousness.

This made him instinctively grasp at the scattered blades around him.

Whether it is an old axe or a thick knife, even if there is any extra blade in his hand at this moment, it can provide an extra layer of protection for his life.

But when Du Chengfeng grabbed the nearest blade, the whole person was stunned.

It wasn't an old big axe from the cold wind of Mobei, nor was it the thick knife he was most accustomed to.

It's something, something longer.

It was a five-foot-long sword.

"This is the best draw......

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

The thick knife was his usual blade, and the old axe had been fed by him a lot, but this long knife of broken horses, although he had sharpened it since he got it, had never really taken it out and used it.

In other words, he is not very familiar with this knife.

"Can I really trust you?"

Du Chengfeng's heart couldn't help but be filled with doubts.

But immediately, this doubt was put behind him.

Now that you've made your choice, there's no need to regret anything.

"My life is in your hands."

Saying this, Du Chengfeng clenched the handle of the knife.

The long knife is unsheathed.

"Hum—"

Obviously, it was just the sound of the blade rubbing against the sheath, but at this moment, it was extremely harsh.

Just a clang, but it overshadowed the horn, the drum, the Mawen, and even everything in Du Chengfeng's ears!

What remained in Du Chengfeng's ears was only the ethereal sound of reading aloud.

"What......"

At the moment when the sound of reading overshadowed the drumbeat, Du Chengfeng instantly regained control of his body, not only his body, but even his consciousness regained clarity again when the ethereal sound of reading sounded!

"You ......"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but look down at the broken horse long knife in his hand.

The blade hummed in his palm, as if the afterglow of the moment had not faded.

It's like, it's passing something.

"Haven't you memorized the rest?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"It's useless for you to ask me, I haven't read a book here."

Although he said this, Du Chengfeng's left hand had already taken out a short dagger from his arms.

The rough handle of the coarse cloth is only to the extent that it can prevent the blade from cutting into the hand, which is clearly the broken sword tip left by the previous swordsman Cui Yuan.

"I haven't read any books here, but I can recite something else to you."

As he spoke, Du Chengfeng struck the blade of the long knife with the tip of the broken sword.

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying! Wu Hook Frost Snow Ming! ”

Accompanied by the sound of gold and iron clashing, Du Chengfeng sang loudly, singing this few poems that he could still recite.

The twelve men dancing around the fire in the distance seemed to have discovered that Du Chengfeng was out of their control, and the sound of the horns and drums became more and more dull, and even the sound of the straight Mawen became more and more melodious.

But this time, Du Chengfeng once again tapped the long knife in his hand.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse! Soaring like a shooting star! ”

It's not so much a chant, but a simple shout, Du Chengfeng, who has never learned any music, sings poems without any rhythm at all.

However, under this noise pollution-like chanting, Du Chengfeng pointed his toes to the ground, and the whole person flew out like a meteor piercing the sky.

The twelve dancing men in the distance finally realized that something was wrong, but they had no intention of fleeing, and the old men slit their arms one after another, spilling their own blood on the drums and horns in their hands.

The blood-stained sound of drums and horns became more and more bewitching, and Du Chengfeng's consciousness brought back to Qingming by the sound of Lang reading aloud was once again sunk under the sound of drums and horns, and he was about to fall into madness.

It was at this time that Du Chengfeng once again tapped the long knife in his hand.

In the north of the thistle, there have been many generous and sad people since ancient times.

You don't need any beautiful rhythms, you don't need beautiful tunes, you don't even need musical instruments.

The heroes of the ancients, stretch their chests, just need to sing with fencing.

And now, Du Chengfeng is only three feet away from the twelve grassland dancers.

"Ten steps to kill one! Thousands of miles without staying! ”

It was just two tiger leaps, and Du Chengfeng's figure had already fallen into the middle of the twelve grassland dancers.

The five-foot-long knife brought an arc under the moon.

Dragon and Tiger two potentials, Flying Dragon Knife variant, full moon.

Some of the prairie dancers had already escaped the scope of the five-foot-long knife, but the light light of the knife still swept through their necks.

"Brush off your clothes and go away, and hide your body and name deeply."

With the sound of Du Chengfeng retracting the knife and returning the sheath, twelve big heads rolled to the ground.

has said that he wants to hide his merit and fame, Du Chengfeng will naturally not be stupid enough to continue to stop here. After killing twelve people with one sword, Du Chengfeng hastily touched something from the ground as a trophy, and immediately turned his head and ran away with a five-foot long knife.

"What? Do you want to hear the rest of it? ”

Du Chengfeng, who turned over on the horse, was about to put all the blades back into the saddle bag, but suddenly felt a slight tremor in the long knife of the broken horse in his hand.

"This ...... Don't ask, I'll tell you when I'm free. ”

Saying this, Du Chengfeng stuffed the long knife of the broken horse back into the saddle bag.

It's not that he deliberately sells off the guanzi or anything.

Mainly, he didn't memorize all of that poem himself.