The emperor is probably dead again.

Although Du Chengfeng didn't know why he said it, the corpse in front of him should be Huangtian, but because the fire was too good, the current Huangtian became a little too mature, and he was almost unrecognizable.

"It's good to have you."

Looking at the corpse in front of him, and then at the sharp sword on the ground, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but pat the big knife in his hand.

Yes, that's why he dared to sleep casually, just because a long time ago, this big knife named Yang Saburo had become his night watchman - whenever he fell asleep, the knife would be responsible for helping him take care of his surroundings, if there was no danger, but whenever there was any danger......

Probably like now, the knife will automatically fight back, or wake him up, in short, it will definitely not let him die in his sleep inexplicably.

"But be careful."

Putting away the big knife, Du Chengfeng wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

When he woke up, he saw a charred corpse, and he was shocked, but this fright was not because he was afraid of the corpse, but because someone could actually kill him - he would be rushed to the last line of defense, which was already a very scary thing, and it could only be said that fortunately, although the big knife in his hand had not killed anyone for a long time, it was still so reliable.

But the question is, what if the big knife can't be relied on?

There will always be an enemy stronger than him, the kind that he can't beat with a knife, if he is attacked by an enemy of that level, and he falls asleep again, then only the knife is left, and it must not be able to beat - if you can't beat it, you will die, and in an instant the person will be gone, and there is no reason to talk about this kind of thing.

"You'll have to pay attention."

Du Chengfeng summed up this inexplicable battle.

Being suddenly attacked by a strong man he doesn't know, there is nothing he can do about this kind of thing, just like a meteorite falling from the sky and hitting his head, it is a force majeure with a certain level of bad luck - but in addition, within the scope of logic can still take effect, he still has to pay attention as much as possible.

As the old saying goes, what kind of person is invincible in the world?

The answer is two kinds of people, one is the one who is unparalleled in the world, and the other is the kind that no one wants to fight him.

The former, it is difficult to do it, although Du Chengfeng feels that his force should enter the first echelon, but the problem is how many people are above him, and he doesn't know - maybe it's like this at any time, a mountain is still a mountain high, there will always be someone stronger than him, and he is used to this kind of thing.

So while practicing martial arts, he is also there, paying attention to the latter.

He would be kind to everyone, and while it may seem like little to do, just look at the quality of the bed to show that friendly communication is still important - at least during his stay at the palace, no one will poison his food, no one will cut corners on what he wants, and everyone will be happy to help him as long as he is willing to show kindness.

When he is armed with force, he shows a friendly attitude, and most people are reluctant to make enemies of him.

"So I'm messing with you?"

Looking up and down Huangtian's corpse, Du Chengfeng was still quite puzzled, in his impression, he and this so-called ascendant, there should be no life-and-death enmity - first, it was Wu Zhao who caused trouble, not him, and secondly, he and this ascendant had only met twice in total.

Counting this time, it is only the second side, and they are not even acquaintances between them.

"Why, exactly?"

Du Chengfeng became more and more confused.

Just, although according to the information he received before, these ascendants may feel that he, as a latecomer, has robbed this world, but in Du Chengfeng's opinion, this statement is too untenable - you must know that there are so many people living in this world, and the volume is much larger than him, why is this so-called ascendant still staring at him alone?

Originally, Du Chengfeng thought that he could see something in the process of sharpening the knife, but after taking out the sword left by the emperor and sharpening it a few times, he found nothing.

The Wu Zhao Spine Sword, the time it took to be made was too short, Du Chengfeng couldn't get any effective information at all, most of what was recorded on the sword was still Huangtian's personal show, and this so-called Ascendant seemed to like to use all kinds of strange ways to ...... Show yourself?

Theoretically, this is indeed for Huangtian, but for Du Chengfeng's side, he still hasn't been able to understand the things he wants to know.

That is, why on earth did he want to be hunted down.

"Can't we just sit down and talk?"

Looking at the charred corpse in front of him, Du Chengfeng began to scratch his head.

Fighting, naturally, can be fought, but if you want to talk about it, it's not that you can't talk about it - in the final analysis, he must at least know why this is fighting, is it to compete in martial arts, promote the progress of each other's martial arts, or if there is really any competition for interests, or deep hatred, in short, in Du Chengfeng's impression, there must be a reason for fighting this kind of thing.

Instead of being like the emperor in front of him, he called by himself, and gave his life by himself, and he couldn't say anything in the whole process.

The main thing is that he can't beat him.

If the emperor can beat him, it is undoubtedly the best thing, at this time he doesn't need any reason, the existence of a strong enemy is already the battle itself - but the problem is that the other party is obviously outrageous, and even has a tendency to fight more and more.

Du Chengfeng still remembered that the last time they met, the emperor could still beat him away at least once, but when they met this time, the other party couldn't even beat him with a knife.

Is there really any point in such a fight?

"No, maybe it still makes sense."

Du Chengfeng's pupils shrank.

Although he had just thought a lot of nonsense, but now that he gradually calmed down, he still had to face a fact that was not easy to face.

That is, the emperor is really back.

When he killed Huangtian for the first time, in the face of Huangtian's sentence "I will come back", Du Chengfeng still had no real feeling, and once felt that it was just a joke - even if he could come back, what would it be? Can't you beat it, it's still the same? Anyway, this kind of thing doesn't matter, it's a big deal to fight again.

However, it was not until now, until he saw the charred corpse in front of him, that Du Chengfeng realized for himself what the sentence "I will come back" meant.

"Resurrection...... He can keep resurrecting! ”

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng began to sweat.

It's no wonder that he sweats, just because of this kind of game, he has fought a lot before - those undead game protagonists, who have been killed by powerful monsters again and again, have been resurrected again and again to continue to challenge, and in the end, these undead warriors will rely on the experience and memories accumulated in the battles again and again, successfully defeat those seemingly invincible strong enemies, and even ensure that they are unharmed.

It may be more complicated to say, but it is very clear when converted into an event, to put it simply, Du Chengfeng used to be addicted to difficult games, and even practiced hard play, and once achieved a painless clearance.

It's just that he has always substituted himself into the protagonist's position, the only problem is that he has no chance of resurrection, and he can only rely on himself to grasp the desperate degree - fortunately, all the way down, he can be regarded as surviving after all, his luck is not bad, and the enemies he encountered were all able to fight at that time.

"Maybe I really have some kind of protagonist life?"

At midnight, Du Chengfeng also had such a fantasy for a while.

It's not that this is hysteria, everyone will have such fantasies, maybe this kind of thinking is not very common, but everyone, at a certain time in their lives, may have had such fantasies, whether they can be as unique as the protagonist in the script, and control their own destiny.

However, Du Chengfeng only thinks about these things occasionally when he is bored, and most of the time, he still doesn't think like this - if he has to say, he is more inclined to think that everyone is the protagonist of their own life, and everyone will have their own bright future.

But now it seems that ......

Some people seem to be really the protagonists.

For example, resurrection and then killing, it is too scary, Du Chengfeng can even conclude that this Emperor Tian is definitely not dead - even if Huang Tian looks like he has turned into a charred corpse now, this is still useless, you must know that Huang Tian also turned into a corpse in front of him before, but now he still appears in front of him.

As long as you think about it a little, you will know what a terrible thing it is, no matter how many times he kills Huangtian, it is useless, Huangtian can be resurrected and come back every time, he will be attacked when he eats, he will be attacked when he sleeps, he will be attacked when he goes to the toilet, and even when he is entertaining himself, he may be attacked - Huangtian will come over at any time, but he only has one life on his side, as Huangtian gradually becomes familiar with his style of play, can he still have a life?

"This ......"

Du Chengfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Although he has always complained about this ghostly idealistic world, in fact, he has always enjoyed the benefits of this idealistic world - if this world was not so idealistic, he might not have been able to obtain such a strong power in a short period of time.

But now, he has to experience the disadvantages of this idealistic world.

Although it is not very clear how Huangtian was resurrected, just like he could make Carpenter Li win the resurrection match, Huangtian can also be resurrected again and again and then killed again, this kind of thing is not even called a competition, it is pure disgusting.

It's like provoking those buzzing hornets, and it takes a lot of effort to kill them, and even if they do, they will keep popping up.

"What's more, this thing isn't just aimed at me."

Looking at the wreckage of the bed beside him, Du Chengfeng was heartbroken.

It hurts, it's too painful, such a luxury bed specially customized for him, it's not so easy to get, even if you ask the craftsmen in the palace to get another one, you may not be able to find the right raw materials - if you have to do it again, I'm afraid this thing will be downgraded by a grade, inside and out, it is equivalent to his loss in vain, you must know that this kind of thing is not something that can be obtained with money.

"It's equivalent to a recovery efficiency that has dropped from 100 percent to 75 percent."

This is the estimation made by Du Chengfeng, the best bed has become a pile of rotten wood, even if you make another one, limited by the material, you can only do this.

"It can't go on like this! You have to find a solution! ”

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng clenched his fists.

Maybe he'll have to adjust his thinking.

It seems that this is indeed the case, all along, although he has been aware of the existence of that idealistic power, at the level of combat, he actually calculates according to the most primitive method - that is, from the physical level, to destroy his enemies.

When encountering ordinary battles, this style of play is indeed effective, after all, most enemies only stay at this level.

But what if you encounter an opponent who also has the power of idealism?

He can't play the game forever, he will always meet opponents who are equal, and those opponents will also understand these idealistic powers, and will also use some strange and even unimaginable ways of playing-such as the infinite resurrection shown by the emperor, which is indeed not a martial art, but the infinite resurrection itself is more disgusting than any martial art.

"That's right! Think of this thing as a technology! ”

Du Chengfeng corrected his concept for the first time.

Yes, it should be like this, if both sides have mastered the power of idealism, then the battle of the martial arts itself is not so important - because physical destruction can no longer decide anything at this time, and this battle can only be considered to be over if everything is completely destroyed by the opponent.

Just like now, no matter how many times he kills Huangtian, it is meaningless, and Huangtian can always stand in front of him again.

Unless he can destroy the Emperor's resurrection mechanism, so that the Emperor will never be able to resurrect again.

"Or, just knock him back."

Recalling his previous experience of playing games, Du Chengfeng thought of another way.

In the face of a monster that has a chance to win, he will rush up to fight, but in the face of a monster that can't win no matter what, he can only slap the table angrily and quit the game - although he suffered at the beginning, but now this idea can be used to deal with the emperor, maybe it is okay.

"But before that, we still have to have the information first, and that's the key."

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng picked up the long sword on the ground.

Yes, after switching his playing style, he realized how good his ability to sharpen knives was.

In this kind of battle that transcends the martial arts themselves, the priority of intelligence has been raised to the highest level.

"Let me see what the hell is going on......"

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng picked up the whetstone for sharpening the kitchen knife from the table next to him.

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