Du Chengfeng was still somewhat impressed by the name Liu Qingyun.
From the memory of the large number of knives in his clothes, Du Chengfeng had heard of this name before. This martial artist named for his quick knives would often appear in people's chats, and he sounded like he was very powerful.
But what really made Du Chengfeng remember this name was when he was sharpening the Chengfeng Sword. The swordsman named Cui Yuan once wanted to compete with Liu Qingyun, and even prepared for the battle with a mentality of facing a powerful enemy.
Du Chengfeng knows Cui Yuan's martial arts. He has practiced swordsmanship for fifteen years and has killed more than 200 people. At this level, he would still think Liu Qingyun is stronger... In other words, Liu Qingyun's ability is actually better than Cui Yuan's. Far better?
"Give me the knife."
Du Chengfeng immediately became interested.
On the one hand, he was curious about how this fight ended. After all, if he remembered correctly, Cui Yuan had become mentally ill after breaking the sword. On the other hand, it was because Liu Qingyun used a knife.
It just so happened that Du Chengfeng's strongest combat power at the moment was also his sword.
"Then let me see your sword skills!"
With this thought in mind, Du Chengfeng drew his sword out of its sheath, and then placed the blade on the whetstone.
The sunlight reflected on the blade, and what shone between the blades were those turbulent years in the past.
With careful polishing, Du Chengfeng gradually felt the life of this knife.
This knife was originally a blacksmith's hobby work. The blade was extremely long, three feet and eight minutes long. If you add in the one foot and three minutes of the handle, it would be more than five feet long. But unlike Du Chengfeng's thick and heavy sword, the blade of this long sword is not wide, but rather narrow and sharp. The straight blade is more like a sword than a knife.
In the blacksmith's opinion, this long knife, which imitates the ancient horse-slaying sword, should fetch a good price.
However, it is a pity that most people in Ji Town are ignorant.
The knife popular among Northland swordsmen is less than three feet long including the handle. It can be wielded with one hand or chopped with both hands. Whether it is traveling at home or killing people and selling goods, this kind of knife is neither long nor short. A knife can be a good helper. In comparison, no matter how powerful the horse-killing sword made by the blacksmith is, this five-foot-long sword is still a little inconvenient to carry.
In desperation, the blacksmith could only reduce the price of the knife, and he did not even ask for a return on the cost. It would be good to lose less.
It was at this time that young Liu Qingyun came to the stall.
Perhaps there is indeed some kind of fate between people and knives. The cash-strapped Liu Qingyun happened to encounter a long knife on sale at a reduced price, so for only a small amount of 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. He was holding a five-foot long knife on the ground, and the handle of the knife could even reach his chin.
It was on this day that Liu Qingyun officially became a Jibei swordsman.
In the eyes of others, the life of a swordsman is unrestrained. He drinks wine from a big bowl and eats meat. He draws his sword at each other when they disagree. When the sword is raised and fell, life and death are separated, highlighting a happy grudge. But for young Liu Qingyun, the life of a swordsman is difficult. With no reputation, he could not receive any commissions, and no one was willing to pay to hire him to protect safety. Everyone felt that this young man holding a five-foot-long knife did not have a beard and did not look reliable.
Therefore, Liu Qingyun urgently needs to prove himself and prove that he is mature enough.
Soon, he found his goal.
That was a group of horse thieves, running back and forth between Youzhou and Jizhou. The officials of both states were extremely troubled by them. If they could be eliminated, Liu Qingyun would definitely become famous far and wide.
So, young Liu Qingyun hung the long knife on his waist and went to follow him alone.
All the way to the camp of those horse thieves, Liu Qingyun wanted to draw his sword out of its sheath. After practicing martial arts for many years, he thought that he was not bad at it, but there were just some horse thieves, so he would definitely be able to catch them.
But at this moment, the horse thief's scout discovered him.
It turned out that the group of horse thieves had not been in the camp before, but they had just returned from looting. When they saw someone holding a knife and touching towards the camp, they immediately rushed over with whips raised.
But Liu Qingyun, it was too late to draw his sword.
The five-foot-long sword was hung on his waist, and it could not be completely pulled out using normal methods. Even if Liu Qingyun usually drew the sword, he would first remove the sheathed sword from his waist, and then throw it aside.
And now that the horse is charging towards him, there will be no chance for him to take off his long sword!
"dying!"
Liu Qingyun's soul erupted, and his whole back was instantly wet with cold sweat.
"Draw the sword, draw the sword...quickly! Draw the sword quickly!"
In desperation, Liu Qingyun instinctively shrank up, with his spine clasped like a big cat.
Immediately afterwards, the entire spine stretched out like a spring and soared like a dragon.
At this moment, the three-foot-eight-foot-long blade was instantly unsheathed at an incredible speed.
As for the horse thief who passed by Liu Qingyun, half of his body fell off the horse's back, spilling blood all over the ground.
Together with the severed horse head.
Facts have proved that Liu Qingyun did not exaggerate his fighting power. When he drew his sword out of its sheath, these horse thieves were really no match for him. In the blink of an eye, he killed all the dozen or so horse thieves, and the looted property naturally fell into Liu Qingyun's hands.
But compared to these ill-gotten gains, Liu Qingyun cared more about the gesture of unsheathing his sword.
So after returning, Liu Qingyun concentrated on research.
Soon after, the name of Liu Qingyun, the quick sword, was resounding throughout Jibei, and the sword technique known as the "Dragon and Tiger Two Movements" was even more powerful. It rose like a dragon and fell like a tiger leaping. Combined with the handle Liu Qingyun's "Broken Horse", which was much slenderer than an ordinary swordsman's weapon, was in the limelight for a time.
With the speed of drawing the sword as fast as the wind, coupled with the attack range far beyond that of ordinary long swords, almost no swordsman is Liu Qingyun's opponent.
After that, Liu Qingyun finally accomplished what he wanted to do. He not only became a Jibei swordsman, but also became the most famous Jibei swordsman. Drinking from a big bowl and eating meat with big mouthfuls. If they disagree, they draw their swords at each other. When the sword is raised and dropped, life and death are separated. It is an indescribable and unrestrained joy.
Of course, in this process, Liu Qingyun has not encountered challengers, but almost no one can stop his dragon and tiger moves, and the broken horse in his palm.
Until a swordsman came to the door.
As a local snake, Liu Qingyun knew the origin of the swordsman. The remnants of the group of horse thieves he killed all those years ago should be here to seek revenge. As for the "swordsmanship training" the other party mentioned, he only thought that It's a joke. If you want to fight, fight. Where does all this nonsense come from?
Even if he is no longer young, he cannot lose to the son of a horse thief, not to mention that his long sword has just been sharpened in Yanzhou, which is a good time to kill people.
But what Liu Qingyun thought was different was that the swordsman named Cui Yuan came to the door earlier than expected.
"I see, you want to attack me suddenly when I'm not ready?"
Looking at Cui Yuan in front of him, Liu Qingyun couldn't help but shake his head.
How could such a small skill deceive him? As a Jibei swordsman who struggled in life and death, Liu Qingyun had already developed the habit of being able to draw a sword at any time.
However, after looking at the scabbard on Cui Yuan's waist, Liu Qingyun still frowned.
The long sword blade is three feet long, which is eight minutes shorter than his broken horse. In other words, the distance suppression brought by his broken horse may not be able to be used at the moment.
This made Liu Qingyun look at Cui Yuan more.
He didn't expect that this kid would actually come prepared.
But it doesn't matter.
Even though the lengths of the weapons on both sides were similar, Liu Qingyun was absolutely confident in his shooting speed. At the beginning, it was just a rudiment of rapid drawing of the sword, but now he has mastered it in the form of dragon and tiger. Compared with the sharp sword that could cut off horses with one strike in the past, his speed of drawing the sword today is already much better.
As long as the knife is faster than the sword, he can cut off the head of this remaining creature first.
As long as the knife is faster than the sword...
"laugh--"
Just when Liu Qingyun had just pulled out the long knife halfway, the blade had already cut across his throat.
Liu Qingyun couldn't understand. He had obviously mastered the two movements of dragon and tiger, and his sword-drawing speed had reached its peak, but why was his sword-drawing speed still half a beat slower?
What kind of demonic skills did that remnant named Cui Yuan practice? Why is the sword drawn so fast?
"you……"
Liu Qingyun tried hard to find the truth, but he no longer had the energy to look up.
Most of his neck was cut open by the sword blade, and Liu Qingyun lost his life in just a few breaths.
"this……"
Du Chengfeng fell silent after watching all this.
Liu Qingyun didn't see the sword clearly, but he did. The reason why Liu Qingyun was half a beat slower was not because he drew the sword too slowly, but simply because the opponent Cui Yuan's sword blade was too short.
Holding a broken sword in his hand, Cui Yuan, who has been practicing swordsmanship for fifteen years, can naturally draw the sword out of its sheath much faster than Liu Qingyun.
"Sure enough! This is really part of the practice!"
After sheathing the sword, Cui Yuan, who was covered in blood, walked away excitedly, with such a nagging look that no one dared to stop him for a while.
And Du Chengfeng finally recovered from this memory.
The feeling of seeing that mentally ill man again was not a good one for Du Chengfeng. Fortunately, the dragon and tiger movements recorded on the long knife named "Broken Horse" were indeed the sword skills he urgently needed right now. All - but what concerns Du Chengfeng the most is the blind spot hidden in this memory that is extremely easy to ignore.
That is, this long knife called Broken Horse was once sharpened in Yanzhou.
This is the first time Du Chengfeng knows about other grinders.
It's just that this grinding experience, unexpectedly, did not appear on the long knife like those murderous memories.
