Once upon a time, when Du Chengfeng held the sword, all he could think about was killing.
The broadsword in his hand was intended to cut something, to kill people with blood. He could understand that, after all, it was a knife. Therefore, when there is no need to use the sword, in daily life, if the sword still wants to influence him, he will strengthen his will, he will deeply remember why he lives, and then command the sword, So that it becomes part of its own combat power.
Of course, there are times, such as when the swordsman's evil spirit accumulates too much, he needs to clarify why he is killing, why he kills, and to find a suitable outlet for the swordsman's evil spirit and the killing intent of this broadsword. This will greatly increase his combat power and make him surge with murderous intent. Originally, he thought that this was the limit of his strength.
But now, he touched something else.
The big knife in his hand did not scream for killing as before, and there was no boiling murderous intention in his chest. With the knife in his hand, not only did he have no desire to kill, but he became calmer and calmer.
And this big sword was lying quietly in his palm, waiting for his order.
Wait and fight bravely with him.
"Then, let's go."
Picking up the big knife, Du Chengfeng faced the big bird in mid-air.
The dazzling bloody light struck head-on. It was a terrifying force that was enough to smash the city gate, but immediately, the blazing sword light tore it into pieces.
A few broken pieces of blood fell on Du Chengfeng's body, but they were all blocked by the layer of flames that enveloped him, unable to hurt him at all.
The fire surrounding him protected him, just like his comrades fighting side by side.
"Gahhhhhhhh-"
The big flesh-and-blood bird in mid-air screamed hoarsely, and thirteen huge bone scimitars suddenly appeared from between its swaying wings.
The wings flapped, and the huge bone scimitar fell on his head, like a divine punishment from heaven.
But Du Chengfeng still refused to dodge.
"You said it's okay..."
Holding the sword high in both hands, Du Chengfeng looked up at the sky.
When the spinal cord is stretched, the strength reaches a critical point!
"Then come!"
Buzz——
The blazing fire shot straight into the sky, like a soaring dragon.
Thirteen huge bone scimitars immediately turned into fly ash and disappeared between heaven and earth.
The broadsword in Du Chengfeng's hand also had half of its blade broken off.
"No, are you playing with me?"
Du Chengfeng was immediately choked and speechless.
Even with the recovered broadsword, he still couldn't withstand such ferocious moves as the Dragon-shaped Great Slash, so what was the purpose of swinging this sword?
"……wrong."
Du Chengfeng was suddenly stunned.
Just because there was still a blazing fire on the half-cut knife in his hand.
The pulse of the knife handle is still transmitted between the palms, the knife is not dead yet.
Even the broken knife head on the ground was not dead.
"Ehehehehehe——"
Just when Du Chengfeng hesitated for a moment, the flesh-and-blood bird in mid-air had already spread its wings and flew high.
"Run! Run quickly! Wait until we eat more, wait until we eat stronger..."
"Run? Where do you want to go?"
Du Chengfeng suddenly raised his head and stared at the big flesh-and-blood bird in mid-air.
The half of the handle of the knife in the hand turned half a circle and turned into a backhand hold.
Holding the handle of the knife upright is a more conducive posture for chopping, but holding the knife behind your back...
"Buzz——"
A five-foot-long blazing blade suddenly protruded from the broken edge of the blade, like a huge spear.
Du Chengfeng has never learned how to throw accurately, but at this moment, he has learned it by himself - the firelight covering his body corrects his movements, adjusts his posture, and at the same time, every tiny bit of it is The essentials were introduced into his heart, making his figure as a beginner seem to have been refined over time.
At this moment, Du Chengfeng even vaguely felt Yang Sanlang's shadow on himself.
"Come, let me show you what I am capable of."
It was as if someone was whispering in Du Chengfeng's ear.
"Come on, let's go."
"Let's go."
It seemed like he was talking to the knife in his hand, or he was talking to something illusory.
After taking a three-step approach, Du Chengfeng waved his arms.
Fiery flames pierced the sky.
Two dazzling bloody lights struck each other, but they failed to delay the fire light at all. Thirteen huge bone scimitars flew towards the face, but were completely penetrated by the blazing fire light.
"Gahhhhhhh-"
The strange bird named He Xi Qing flapped its wings desperately, using up its last strength.
"I won't die here! I won't die here! I still want to fly! I still want to fly higher! Cyan is the color of the sky! I still want to..."
Poof——
The blazing fire blade penetrated the chest and abdomen of the flesh-and-blood bird, pinning it to the sky.
Under the blue sky, the big flesh-and-blood bird, whose body was nailed through, crashed down.
The flames in his chest were burning his body. He Xiqing could feel it. The blue sky in his dream was getting farther and farther away from him. He Xiqing could also see it - he didn't understand. He didn't understand why. Obviously he had already After giving so much, he has clearly given everything he has, and he has become so strong that he even gained the wings to realize his dream.
But why, why...
"Dong——"
The huge body hit the ground, bringing up a large amount of blood.
He Xiqing could feel that half of his internal organs had been burned by the blazing flames nailed to his body, but at least he survived, at least he didn't die like this - as long as he escaped immediately, he still had a chance to survive, as long as he ate More, as long as he kills more, in this crazy world where killing people can make you stronger, he will definitely be able to...
"I told you, you can't leave."
Just when the monster named He Xi Qing was about to escape, there was a tiny figure standing in front of him.
He Xiqing stared with a pair of bird eyes. He didn't know how the monster got in front of him, but he at least knew that it was time to fight.
But when the thirteen scimitars were pulled out again, He Xiqing seemed to have seen something, but suddenly laughed.
"Hey hee hee hee! Your knife is gone! You are out of knife!"
Looking down at the blazing fire blade nailed to his chest, He Xiqing's heart was filled with joy.
Yes, so what if he is seriously injured?
Now this monster has no sword, but he has thirteen swords in his hand!
The winner will definitely be...
"You think about it again?"
Just when He Xiqing raised the thirteen scimitars, blazing fire appeared in the hands of the tiny figure again.
He Xiqing could see clearly.
It was broken, half of the blade.
“There’s a saying, you really don’t need a big knife to kill a pig.”
Saying this, half of the blade was swung down.
Most of He Xiqing's body was burned to ashes in an instant, including his head.
Du Chengfeng also pulled out the half-cut knife that he threw out from the corpse.
The two broken blades are connected and fit together perfectly.
In the blazing firelight, this two-handed sword was intact as before.
