Du Chengfeng once thought about how he would fight He Xiqing.
It might be a shocking battle. Both sides of the war tried their best. They left wounds after wounds on each other's bodies and used their last strength to swing their swords... Of course, in the end, one side would win. If you are more skilled, you can chop your opponent to the ground with one strike.
Maybe it's him, maybe it's He Xiqing, one of them will survive and spread the word about this battle.
But imagination is just imagination after all.
When it came to actual operation, Du Chengfeng discovered that that situation was absolutely impossible. Facing this life-and-death enemy, it was impossible for him to rush forward like in the story and stupidly attack the enemy with a knife.
He would weaken his opponents first by attacking them again and again, disrupting their daily lives and keeping them up at night. He would hit his opponents, weaken their morale again and again, and make them lose their appetite - but in the process, he would never force himself to do things that he couldn't accomplish. Not only that, he even If you have time, move all Yangjiabao's manpower to various bandit dens to eliminate your last worries.
After all this was completed, he randomly chose a sunny afternoon and rode his horse to Ji Town.
Killing people in a big way may not be possible. Hidden under the huge momentum is uncertainty about the future.
The real killing comes after all preparations are completed.
"I'll give you some music from my hometown."
While galloping towards Jizhen, Du Chengfeng continued to beat the war drum in his hand.
It's just random beating, not even a rhythm, but what Du Chengfeng needs now is not rhythm, but the effect of the war drum itself - and after the war drum with dark red blood stains was beaten again, As expected, fierce shouts of killing erupted from the city wall.
The soldiers under He Xiqing's command have enough confidence in themselves. They will not go to wizards to calm down the blood evil in their bodies, but will continue to accumulate it and regard it as part of their strength and as a weapon in their hands. knife.
However, knives can curl and break.
This blood evil energy is also unreliable sometimes.
"It's not enough, it's not enough, I have to help you more!"
The war drum was put back on the horse, and Du Chengfeng picked up the old horn again.
The dull sound of the horn is desolate and distant. Just hearing such a sound reminds people of the endless vast grassland.
And under the local accent coming from the grassland, the shouts of killing coming from the city became more vigorous.
In the final analysis, He Xiqing's soldiers are just using their reason to maintain their consciousness and suppress the madness caused by the blood evil energy - just like Du Chengfeng, he can indeed behave like a Normal people, but it doesn't mean that the evil spirit of swords and weapons does not exist at all. For example, when he faced those wizards before, the evil spirit of the swords and weapons in his body was aroused, but he still managed to do it.
Of course, now, it is his turn to use the same method to educate others.
"He Xiqing? You came just in time!"
Seeing the figure with two swords on his waist leaping down from the top of the city, Du Chengfeng blew the horn on the spot.
He Xiqing, who clearly wanted to confront him, suddenly lost control of his body and rushed towards Du Chengfeng with scarlet eyes.
And the broadsword in Du Chengfeng's right hand has been prepared for a long time.
The so-called killing is a matter of course after all preparations are completed.
"Zheng——"
At this moment, Du Chengfeng suddenly heard a sound of gold and iron.
I saw He Xiqing under the horse, his eyes had regained clarity at some point, and a pair of scimitars in his hands had firmly resisted the slashing of the thick fire blade.
"You want to use wizard methods to kill me, but you are not worthy."
"Um?"
This was the first time that Du Chengfeng saw someone being able to block the blazing flaming blade.
He Xiqing's pair of scimitars were gleaming with blood, and Du Chengfeng felt something familiar.
Yes, he can find a suitable outlet for the evil spirit of the sword, so how could He Xiqing not be able to do so?
"drink!"
Accompanied by a loud shout, the bloody cross drawn by the two swords actually pushed the blazing blade back.
However, just when He Xiqing raised his swords like an eagle spreading its wings, ready to take the opportunity to counterattack, another cold light suddenly shot towards his face.
The two movements of dragon and tiger, flying dragon knife variation, face stab.
Although Du Chengfeng doesn't quite understand why this horse-breaking sword likes to come up with some fancy move names, but since it likes it, then let it go.
After all, they have already been able to completely trust each other.
"Buzz——"
Although the handle of the horse-breaking knife was only over five feet long, but at this moment, the knife was thrust out from the air. Even though the distance was ten feet long, He Xiqing's face was still cut with a gash.
This made Du Chengfeng secretly say that it was a pity that he was so embarrassed because he had never practiced spear seriously, and he couldn't hit it accurately with a classic shot.
But this is not a big deal. He Xiqing, who was about to move, was eventually interrupted by his backup weapon.
So it's time to end.
"Anyway, first meeting."
When the horse-breaking sword in his left hand was retracted, the blazing flaming blade in Du Chengfeng's right hand was also raised.
"No need to say goodbye."
Du Chengfeng's face was expressionless as he swung the fire blade down.
The so-called killing is a matter of course after all preparations are completed.
The charred He Xiqing was thrown away. This man who was originally like a god of war could not bear his sword at this moment - and this was the result that Du Chengfeng expected. After all, this was He Xiqing's command of Jizhou's troops. What Governor Liu Yanran did. Taking advantage of their weakness and attacking them unprepared may sound despicable, but it is indeed very useful.
Of course, He Xiqing would not die just like that. The charred figure got up on the spot and fled back to the city like flying - this was also what Du Chengfeng expected. If he was He Xi Qing will inevitably leave some life-saving means for himself in case of emergency.
Fortunately, everything is under control.
With his legs clamped between the horse's belly, Du Chengfeng split open the poorly repaired city gate with a knife and rushed straight into the city.
In the city of Ji Town, the prairie warriors who were originally shrinking here were completely crazy. Their eyes were originally red, and they had reached the critical point of being unable to suppress the blood evil energy. After passing the horns and After the provocation of the war drum, the already weak balance could no longer be maintained.
But now, all that are left in the city are humanoid monsters with scarlet eyes. They are bloodthirsty and search for any living creature, killing everything in front of them indiscriminately.
But this is meaningless to Du Chengfeng.
Turning over and dismounting, Du Chengfeng left his war horse at the gate of the city. After all, even the war horse would probably be frightened by the strong sword aura in the city - so, Du Chengfeng just raised two knives, Then he entered the city.
The monsters with scarlet eyes surrounded Du Chengfeng, but before they could get close to Du Chengfeng, they were cut into pieces by invisible sharp blades.
The long sword that cut off the horse buzzed in the palm of his hand, and he looked like he was very happy as he breathed out the sharp edge.
"There will be happier things."
With the broadsword on his shoulder, Du Chengfeng walked towards the center of the city.
That was the direction in which He Xiqing fled. It seemed that the only bit of good luck on the unlucky scimitar was beginning to take effect. At least when he came all the way, he was indeed dragged for a while by those prairie warriors who turned into monsters. This gave He 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 made this unlucky scimitar, the blacksmith who had narrowly escaped death nine times in a row, was finally hacked by him.
This is a contest of wills and a contest of beliefs.
When he had prepared everything, but found that He Xiqing was not prepared at all, he already knew that there was no essential difference between the war-god-like He Xiqing and an ordinary grassland blacksmith.
None of them have the ability to fight death, none of them have the magnanimity to face death, and none of them have the courage to die calmly.
This can't help but make Du Chengfeng feel a little sad.
"If you think about it carefully, even though you are an enemy, I have always admired you. After all, you are indeed very powerful."
As he walked towards the Governor's Mansion, Du Chengfeng murmured to himself.
It seemed like he was talking to He Xi Qing, but also like he was 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, you will be angry... You are no different from me, and there is no need for me to treat you Seems so unattainable.”
Having said this, Du Chengfeng raised his head and looked at the Jizhou Governor's Mansion in front of him.
"So, it's time to end... huh?"
Du Chengfeng's brows suddenly wrinkled.
He suddenly smelled blood.
There was a strong smell of blood that was as pungent as rust.
