Du Chengfeng once thought about how he would fight with Su Xiqing.

It could have been an earth-shattering battle, with both sides fighting with all their might, leaving wound after wound on each other's bodies and wielding their swords with the last of their strength...... Of course, in the end, one side will be superior and cut the opponent to the ground with a single sword.

Maybe it's him, maybe it's Su Xiqing, there will always be someone who will survive and spread this battle out.

However, imagination is only imagination after all.

When it was really actually operated, Du Chengfeng found that that kind of situation was absolutely impossible. In the face of this mortal enemy, it is impossible for him to rush forward like in the story, and go to the enemy with a knife in a daze.

He will weaken his opponents first, attack them again and again, disrupt their daily lives, and keep them awake at night. He'll blow his opponents, demoralizing them again and again—and in the process, he'll never force himself to do what can't be done, and he'll even have time to move Yangjiabao's men to the various bandit dens to clear his last worries.

And after all this was done, he chose a sunny afternoon and rode to Jizhen.

Killing people with great fanfare may not be really possible, and what is hidden under the huge momentum is uncertainty about the future.

The real killing is a matter of course after everything is prepared.

"I'll give you some more music from my hometown."

While galloping towards Jizhen, Du Chengfeng continued to beat the war drum in his hand.

It's just a random beating, and it can't even be called a rhythm, but what Du Chengfeng needs right now is not a rhythm, but the effect of the war drum itself - and after the war drum with dark red blood was beaten again, a fierce shouting of killing really broke out in the city wall.

The soldiers under the command of Su Xiqing are confident enough in themselves, and they will not go to a wizard to calm the bloody qi on their bodies, but will continue to accumulate it, and regard it as a part of their power, and regard it as a knife in their hands.

However, knives can curl their edges and also break.

This bloody aura is also unreliable at times.

"It's not enough, it's not enough, I'm going to give you another boost!"

The war drums were put back on horseback, and Du Chengfeng picked up the old horn again.

The dull sound of the trumpet, desolate and distant, just hearing such a sound, one can't help but think of the vast grasslands as far as the eye can see.

And under this local voice from the grassland, the shouting and killing sound from the city has become more energetic.

In the final analysis, the soldiers under Su Xiqing are just using their reason to maintain their consciousness and suppress the madness caused by the bloody qi - just like Du Chengfeng, he can indeed behave like a normal person on weekdays, but it doesn't mean that the sword soldier's evil qi really doesn't exist at all. For example, when he faced those wizards before, the evil aura of the sword soldiers on his body was provoked, and he still caught the way.

Now, of course, it's his turn to use the same means to educate others.

"Su Xiqing? You've come just in time! ”

Seeing the figure on the head of the city jumping down with a double knife on his waist, Du Chengfeng blew the horn on the spot.

I saw that Su Xiqing, who obviously wanted to confront him, was uncontrollable in an instant, and his eyes were scarlet and rushed towards Du Chengfeng's direction.

And the big knife in Du Chengfeng's right hand has been prepared for a long time.

The so-called murder is a matter of course after everything is prepared.

"Zheng—"

At this time, Du Chengfeng suddenly heard a sound of gold and iron.

I saw Su Xiqing under the horse, his eyes had regained their clarity at some point, and a pair of scimitars in his hands had already stubbornly blocked the slashing of the heavy fire blade.

"You don't deserve to kill me by using a wizard's methods."

"Huh?"

This is the first time Du Chengfeng has seen that someone can block this blazing fire blade.

There was a bloody glow on Su Xiqing's pair of scimitars, and Du Chengfeng felt something familiar.

Yes, he can find a suitable outlet for the sword soldiers, how could Su Xiqing not be able to do it?

"Drink!"

With a loud shout, the cross blood light drawn by the twin knives actually pushed the blazing fire blade back.

However, just when Su Xiqing's double swords were raised like eagles spreading their wings, ready to take the opportunity to counterattack, another cold light burst towards his face.

The dragon and tiger have two potentials, the flying dragon knife variant, and the face is stabbed.

Although Du Chengfeng didn't quite understand why this broken horse long knife liked to make some bells and whistles move names so much, but since it liked it, it would be so good.

After all, they have long been able to trust each other completely.

"Hum—"

Although the long knife of the broken horse was only more than five feet long, it was stabbed out of the air at this moment, even if the distance was a few feet long, Su Xiqing's face was still cut.

This couldn't help but make Du Chengfeng secretly say that it was a pity, it was so embarrassing that he hadn't practiced the spear seriously, and the classic stabbing was not accurate.

But this is not a big deal, Su Xiqing, who was about to move, was finally interrupted by his spare weapon.

So it's time for it all to end.

"Anyway, the first meeting."

When the long knife of the broken horse in his left hand was withdrawn, the blazing fire blade in Du Chengfeng's right hand had already been raised.

"No goodbye."

The fire blade swung down, and Du Chengfeng's face was expressionless.

The so-called murder is a matter of course after everything is prepared.

The scorched black Su Xiqing was chopped out, but this man who was originally like a god of war couldn't withstand his knife at the moment - and this was also the result that Du Chengfeng expected, after all, this was what Su Xiqing did to Liu Yanran, the commander of Jizhou. Taking advantage of their weakness and attacking them unpreparedness may seem despicable to say, but it is also very useful.

Of course, Su Xiqing will not die like this, the charred figure got up on the spot, and fled back to the city to leave - this is also what Du Chengfeng expected, if he is Su Xiqing, he will definitely leave some means to save his life in case of emergency.

But luckily, everything is under control.

With his legs clamped the horse's belly, Du Chengfeng split the city gate that had not been repaired much with a knife, and rushed directly into the city.

In Jizhen City, those grassland warriors who had originally shrunk here had gone completely insane, and their original eyes were crimson in terms of blood, and they had reached a critical point that they were about to be unable to suppress, and after being provoked by horns and war drums, the already weak balance could no longer be maintained.

And now, all that's left in the city are scarlet-eyed humanoid monsters, bloodthirsty and searching for any living creatures, indiscriminately killing everything in sight.

But this is of little meaning to Du Chengfeng.

Turning over and dismounting, Du Chengfeng Du Chengfeng left the war horse at the gate of the city, after all, even if it is a war horse, I am afraid that it will be frightened by the strong sword soldiers in the city - so, just two knives, Du Chengfeng entered the city.

The scarlet-eyed monsters surrounded Du Chengfeng, but before they could get close to Du Chengfeng's side, they had been cut into pieces by the invisible blade.

The long knife and the broken horse hummed in the palm of his hand, and between the sharp edges, he looked very happy.

"There will be more joyful things."

With the big knife on his shoulder, Du Chengfeng walked in the direction of the center of the city.

That was the direction in which Su Xiqing fled, and it seemed that the only bit of good luck on the Bad Luck Scimitar had begun to take effect, at least when he came all the way, he was indeed dragged for a while by those grassland armorers who had turned into monsters, which gave Su Xiqing a chance to escape.

But it doesn't matter, everything is still under his control.

After all, he still remembered that the blacksmith who had created this minklash, the blacksmith who had escaped death nine times in a row, was finally slashed by him.

This is a contest of wills and beliefs.

When he had prepared everything on his side, but found that Su Xiqing had not prepared at all, he already knew that there was no difference between that god-of-war Su Xiqing and an ordinary grassland blacksmith.

None of them have the ability to fight death, none of them have the openness to face death, and none of them have the courage to die calmly.

This can't help but make Du Chengfeng a little embarrassed.

"If you think about it carefully, even though you are an enemy, I have always admired you, after all, you are indeed very powerful."

While walking in the direction of the Governor's Mansion, Du Chengfeng muttered to himself.

It seems to be saying it to Su Xiqing, and it seems to be simply talking to himself.

"It's a pity that now, I finally understand that you are just a mortal, you will be hungry, you will be thirsty, you will be afraid, and you will be angry...... You're no different from me, and I don't need to think of you as unattainable. ”

Speaking of this, Du Chengfeng raised his head and looked at the Jizhou Governor's Mansion in front of him.

"So, it's time for it to end...... Well? ”

Du Chengfeng's brows suddenly furrowed.

He suddenly smelled blood.

A smell of blood, which was so thick that it could not be dissolved, was as pungent as rust.