Under the cover of night, Du Chengfeng continued his hunting.
The horse-breaking sword was left in the saddle bag. This five-foot-long straight-edged sword was more suitable for foot combat. As for the other two weapons... Although the two-handed sword and the ancient ax did not look like things suitable for foot combat, when these two weapons were held by Du Chengfeng, they were something else. What a great time.
"Come!"
Following Du Chengfeng's angry shout, blazing fire suddenly burst out from the thick sword. The three-foot-long flaming blade only needed to be swept across, and the hard-clad prairie cavalry fell off their horses one after another.
The hot knife light cut into the body as easily as melting fat, leaving only a disgusting smell of roasted meat wherever it passed.
Of course, among these grassland cavalry, there are not without those who are strong and strong. Even if the flaming blade has the terrifying power of sweeping across an area, there will still be fish that slip through the net and rush to Du Chengfeng.
There is a way of saying that every inch is short and every inch is dangerous. Seeing these grassland warriors decide in a split second to risk their lives and fight to the death, even Du Chengfeng, an enemy, couldn't help but admire these tough guys who had been tempered by the cold wind in Mobei. .
However, praise is praise.
This behavior is still meaningless.
Just because they were facing the cold wind itself from Mobei.
"Go well."
Du Chengfeng swung the ax in his left hand.
The ancient ax slashed on the armor, and the originally hard iron armor cracked and shattered like fragile ice. After that, the biting cold wind penetrated into the wound along with the ax blade, and passed through the body. , and then brought out large bright red snowflakes from the back of this flesh and blood body.
Not blood flowers, but snowflakes.
Just because the blood had already condensed in the cold wind before it spewed out.
"So this is the wind in Mobei..."
After casually hacking to death the prairie warriors who rushed towards him, Du Chengfeng looked at the ancient ax in his hand and was in a daze.
No wonder this big ax killed those grassland people so easily. It turned out that this big ax was as cold as the cold wind in Mobei - but the big ax was so hungry before that it had no ability. Not even a fraction of it can be used.
If the sword in the right hand is satisfied with the wine of friends, then the ax in the right hand is satisfied with the blood of those prairie people.
After all, the wind in Mobei has always been like this.
How dare you say that you came from Mobei without blowing dozens of grassland people to death?
"Oh, dozens are too few, right?"
Faintly feeling the subtle dissatisfaction on the ax in his hand, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
This is indeed a bit embarrassing. It's not that he killed less, but most of the grassland warriors were killed with a big sword in his right hand. After all, it was a three-foot-long blazing sword, which was a little more than ten meters. This sweep It's a large area, and the number of kills is really high.
On the contrary, the big ax in his left hand was still hungry. Even after fighting for most of the night, he only received a few dozen lives in total.
Those who were not hungry ate more, while those who were hungry could not chew a few mouthfuls. It seemed that Du Chengfeng was treating one thing favorably and the other's.
"Next time, next time for sure."
While saying this, Du Chengfeng put the sword and ax back into the saddle bag.
He really had to do it next time, just because it was time for him to run away this time.
With the blazing light of the thick sword that swept across a large area, this time he also succeeded in taking the lives of seventy or eighty prairie warriors. This was an appropriate number in Du Chengfeng's opinion, one that could guarantee the maximum profit. The number will not inflict too much pain on the army and trigger a violent counterattack.
Although with Du Chengfeng's current strength, he was not without the confidence to break into the enemy's formation and be unparalleled, he still cautiously chose to take his time and bite the so-called "prairie army" in front of him bit by bit. , a slow-moving behemoth.
After all, safety comes first.
He still remembered that this army was probably an ambush left behind by He Xiqing, and this meant that there might not be any means against him in the army - although he himself could not confirm this. Whether the method of fame exists or not, but when his life is at stake, he would rather believe it.
"So, we'll come back later."
Saying this, Du Chengfeng turned the horse's head and prepared to continue to pull back to the distance and take a few mouthfuls of dry pancakes to replenish his strength.
But at this moment, a desolate horn sounded in his ears.
"Woo——"
The melodious horn sound is desolate and simple, like a distant roar from ancient times. The dull low roar calls for the fighting spirit hidden in the heart, and even the blood boils with it.
"Are you still sending out the main force to deal with me?"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
What will come? Is it a heavily armored warrior or a heavily armored cavalry? Or is it a crazy monster armed with a vicious weapon?
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 escape, or why should he escape? He is the strongest and most ferocious now. Just looking at the entire Jibei, I'm afraid no one can kill more than him.
In this world, killing more means being stronger.
Killing the most means being extremely powerful.
"You are strong, you are already strong..."
While saying this, Du Chengfeng took out a heavy knife and ax from his saddle bag.
The blazing sword light is on his right hand, while the biting cold wind is protecting his left side.
He is already so strong, why not kill everything in front of him?
It was at this time that, in addition to the desolate horn, another war drum sounded.
"Dong-dong-dong-dong! Dang-dong!"
The sound of the thick war drum was dull and powerful, and every beat of the drum seemed to hit Du Chengfeng's heart.
This made his blood boil.
Yes, this is it, this is what he wants.
The blood is burning, and the whole world will burn with it.
The blood is flowing, and no living creature in front of me is left alive!
"……etc?"
Du Chengfeng, who was about to ride out, was suddenly startled.
Blood is flowing?
Raising his hand to rub the moisture on his face, Du Chengfeng realized at this moment that the spurting nosebleed had covered less than half of his face.
"when?"
Du Chengfeng subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction from which the drum sound came.
Over there, there was a bonfire rising into the sky, lighting up the night sky.
Twelve old men danced around the bonfire, and the clothes they wore were more like cloth strips piled together randomly than clothes. However, these dirty and crazy-looking people were actually dancing. With a solemn sanctity. His hands and feet were obviously thin, but his movements were vigorous and powerful, like an ancient warrior coming out of an ancient scroll.
There were big drums and horns in the hands of these people. They used these old instruments. The desolate horn sounds were intertwined with the heavy drum beats, mixed with complicated and lengthy chants, making this bloody killing place suddenly become... Be solemn.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Accompanied by the sound of horns and drums, those words seemed to be drilling into Du Chengfeng's mind.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
The evil aura of the weapons that Du Chengfeng thought had been tamed rose again.
This made his eyes become even redder.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The murmurs in his mouth gradually began to match the words, and Du Chengfeng almost rode out.
But the war horse he was riding did not move at all.
Not only the war horses, but also Du Chengfeng himself did not move at all.
He couldn't move, couldn't move at all. At this moment, his body was completely controlled by those heavy drum beats. And amidst the rapid drumbeats, he couldn't help but turn over and dismount.
"You can't dismount! You absolutely can't dismount!"
Du Chengfeng gritted his teeth.
No matter what, he couldn't dismount, and he had to leave quickly. After all, no matter how slow he was, he couldn't fail to realize at this moment that the men who caused all these changes were the men dancing beside the bonfire in the distance.
This unknown secret technique was so terrifying that he didn't even realize what was happening, and his entire body had fallen into the other party's control.
Not even just the body.
Even his consciousness was already shaky.
The evil spirit of the sword surged up again, and noisy words came to his ears again, mixed with the whispers coming from far away, urging him to rush forward to kill the enemy - if that was all, he might be able to resist a little, but The most important thing is that at this moment, the killing intent brought by the evil aura of these weapons is the most correct choice.
Yes, just kill the twelve dancing men in the distance.
Just cutting off their heads would solve everything, which was the right decision.
Just walk over to them, just grab them by the throat...
"No! No!"
Even though his mind had already recognized the evil aura of the sword, Du Chengfeng's remaining consciousness was still frantically calling the police.
Even when his whole brain was in chaos, he could think of things that those prairie dancers who controlled him couldn't think of?
"This is a trap! It's a trap! If you get off your horse and step forward, you will definitely die!"
At this moment, Du Chengfeng desperately controlled his body.
However, this resistance is meaningless.
As the drum beat became faster and faster, his body finally followed the rhythm of the drum beat.
No matter how hard Du Chengfeng gritted his teeth and resisted, he still began to turn over and dismount uncontrollably at this moment.
"No...no! Quick! Do something!"
Using his last strength, Du Chengfeng, who was about to turn over and dismount, knocked over the saddle bag on his horse.
Just like trusting him with the knife in your hand.
He also completely believed in these weapons.
"Dang Cang——"
The weapon fell to the ground, causing a sound of gold and iron.
Du Chengfeng's body, which was about to land, also hit the ground with this violent movement.
While his body was in pain, Du Chengfeng regained some consciousness.
This made him instinctively grab the weapons scattered around him.
Whether it's an ancient ax or a thick sword, any extra weapon in his hand at this moment can provide an extra layer of protection for his life.
But just when Du Chengfeng grabbed the weapon closest to him, he was stunned.
It was not an ancient ax from the cold wind in Mobei, nor was it the heavy sword he was most used to.
But something longer.
It was a horse-breaking sword that was five feet long.
"This is the lowest draw..."
Du Chengfeng felt a chill in his heart.
The thick and heavy sword is his favorite weapon, and he has been fed a lot of ancient axes, but since he got this long horse-breaking knife, although he has polished it, he has never really polished it. It was taken out and used.
In other words, he is not very familiar with this knife.
"Can I really trust you?"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.
But immediately, this doubt was forgotten by him.
Now that you have made your choice, there is no need to have any regrets.
"My life is in your hands."
Saying this, Du Chengfeng tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.
The long sword is unsheathed.
"Buzz——"
It was obviously just the sound of the blade rubbing against the sheath, but it seemed particularly harsh at this moment.
A short clang, but it overshadowed the horns, the drums, the chants, and even everything in Du Chengfeng's ears!
All that remained in Du Chengfeng's ears was the misty sound of reading aloud.
"Varied……"
The moment the sound of reading drowned out the drumbeat, Du Chengfeng instantly regained control of his body. Not only his body, but also his consciousness regained clarity once again when the ethereal sound of reading sounded!
"you……"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but look down at the horse-breaking sword in his hand.
The sharp blade buzzed in the palm, as if the lingering effect from just now had not faded away.
It's like it's conveying something.
"Didn't you memorize the rest?"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but be speechless.
"It's useless for you to ask me, I haven't studied here either."
Although he said this, Du Chengfeng's left hand had already taken out a dagger from his arms.
The rough handle tied with coarse cloth only prevents the blade from cutting into your hand. This is clearly the broken sword tip left behind by the previous swordsman Cui Yuan.
"Although I haven't read the books here, I can recite something else to you."
As he spoke, Du Chengfeng struck the blade of the long knife with the broken tip of the sword.
"Zhao Keman Hu Ying! Wu Gou Shuang Xueming!"
Accompanied by the sound of gold and iron clashing, Du Chengfeng sang loudly, singing one of the few verses that he could memorize.
The twelve men dancing around the fire in the distance seemed to have discovered that Du Chengfeng was out of their control. The sound of horns and drums became duller, and even the whispers that penetrated people's hearts became more melodious. .
But this time, Du Chengfeng struck the long knife in his hand again.
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse! It shines like a shooting star!"
It was more like a simple shout than a chant. Du Chengfeng, who had never learned any music, had no rhythm at all when he sang the verses.
However, under this noise-polluting chant, Du Chengfeng tiptoed to the ground, and his whole body flew out like a meteor piercing the sky.
The twelve dancing men in the distance finally realized something was wrong, but they had no intention of running away. These old men cut their arms and sprinkled their blood on the drums and horns in their hands.
The sound of drums and horns stained with blood became more and more strange. Du Chengfeng's consciousness, which was brought back to clarity by Lang Lang's reading, sank again under the sound of drums and horns. About to fall into madness.
It was at this time that Du Chengfeng struck the long knife in his hand again.
In Jibei, there have been many generous and tragic people since ancient times.
There is no need for beautiful rhythms, beautiful tunes, or even musical instruments.
The heroes of ancient times could stretch their minds and just sing while fencing.
Now, Du Chengfeng was only three feet away from the twelve grassland dancers.
"Kill one person in ten steps! Leave no trace behind for a thousand miles!"
With just two tiger leaps, Du Chengfeng's figure had already fallen into the middle of the twelve grassland dancers.
The five-foot-long sword created an arc under the moon.
Dragon and tiger two potentials, flying dragon knife variation, full moon.
Some prairie dancers had already escaped the scope of the five-foot-long knife, but the light of the thin knife still passed by their necks.
"Hello."
With the sound of Du Chengfeng sheathing his sword, twelve large heads rolled to the ground.
They have said that they should hide their merit and fame, so naturally Du Chengfeng will not be stupid enough to stop here. After killing twelve people with one knife, Du Chengfeng grabbed something from the ground as a trophy, then immediately turned around and ran away with the five-foot-long knife.
"What? Do you still want to hear the rest?"
Du Chengfeng got on his horse and was about to put his weapons back into his saddlebags when he suddenly felt the horse-breaking sword in his hand tremble slightly.
"Don't ask... I'll tell you when I have time."
Saying this, Du Chengfeng stuffed the horse-breaking knife back into the saddle bag.
It's not that he meant to show off or anything.
Mainly, he didn't memorize all of that poem himself.
