In the dense forest.
The drizzle became thicker, sprinkling a layer of white frost on the hair of Dongzhang and the others.
The naive cook glanced at Dongzhang, and was not annoyed when he heard this. He threw the bamboo hat to the side with a sneer, and the bamboo hat actually got halfway into the mud. He laughed and said: "You are very good. Ever since you debuted, Anyone who dares to talk to me like this is dead."
"Really? It seems I'm quite special." Canxiao looked at the latter, Dongzhang's right thumb rubbed the handle of the knife back and forth.
"Hey, this is ridiculous. What we hate most are those people who claim to be famous and upright. They talk about morality and justice all day long, but they do things that are worse than pigs and dogs. You are different, you are direct enough."
After the chef finished speaking, he walked sideways and walked slowly around Dongzhang.
"Be careful."
Seeing him take steps, Baicao Fairy Queen left the battle circle and said in a deep voice.
Staring at the white-haired old man in surprise, Dongzhang twitched the corner of his mouth: "What? Don't you come together?"
Unexpectedly, the two of them shook their heads at the same time when they heard this: "We have always been independent and used to fighting alone. Those swarming tactics are what those well-known and decent people do. We are different."
Dongzhang's face was slightly startled when he heard Chef Ren's words. He was obviously a little surprised, but after thinking about it, it all made sense. Chef Ren was a killer, and he was naturally used to being alone. For a killer, hugging together for warmth was not a good idea. Not suitable.
This group of people is more like unorganized casual cultivators. They may have become masters due to chance encounters or their own talents. They do not have such a strong sense of right and wrong and national complex.
Traveling in the world is more for your own freedom. There are no rules, good or evil, and you only do things based on your own preferences. You can't be considered a great evil person, nor a good person. The word "evil" can explain that these people are People who are outside the mainstream thinking can be regarded as true rangers.
Just by hearing their names, you can tell that something bad must have happened to each of them before they ended up like this. Dongzhang admires the character of the chef, who is bold, non-faithful, and straightforward.
After listening to this, Dongzhang smiled more and more heartily, and said calmly: "Just say this to you, I will spare your life."
The chef was slightly startled when he heard this, then a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he laughed loudly: "Hey, that's not a bad tone."
After saying that, a terrifying murderous aura suddenly erupted from his body, his eyes became sinister and cold, and the innocent look on his face was no longer there, replaced by an emotionless beast.
But Dongzhang turned a deaf ear to him, as if he couldn't see the murderous intent all over his body. He still stared at him with a smile, without moving even half an inch, just looking at him with a black knife in both hands.
His heart sank slightly. The chef knew that he had encountered hard porcelain. This young man was also a master who came out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He was not the kind of 'vase' who was well protected by the mountain gate.
At this moment, Dong Zhang looks like he has flaws all over his body, but in fact, he is using the strategy of being immovable if the enemy cannot move, and if the enemy moves, I will move first. This is a strategy that only those with rich combat experience will adopt, and does not expose the opponent's secrets at the beginning. , making people unable to see the depth.
Seeing that he couldn't suppress Dong Zhang with his momentum, the chef immediately flipped his wrist, and the black iron kitchen knife in his hand drew a black light in mid-air.
"Uh-huh!"
A thick green pine was chopped off with a knife. The human cook moved like a rabbit, and his agility was incompatible with his fat body. He jumped to the side of the green pine and kicked Dongzhang.
With a buzzing sound, the green pine was immediately moved by brute force, carrying a strong wind and roaring towards the east.
Determined to see the skill of the cook, Dongzhang did not use the knife, but still stood straight on the spot. When he got closer, he stretched out his left hand and slowly grabbed the big tree.
"boom!"
The flying tree couldn't move forward half an inch after Dong Zhang took out his palm, and was stopped in mid-air by Dong Zhang with one hand.
"Some skills."
Seeing this, the chef was not too surprised. He walked quickly along the end of the tree. The black iron kitchen knife in his hand danced continuously, drawing arcs in the air. With a swishing sound, the big tree debris flew, and then sliced. The spiky pieces of wood fell off the big tree and shot towards the east Zhangmen gate at a very fast speed.
"Not bad, good knife skills."
Looking at the pieces of wood that were flying towards each other at the same size, Dongzhang spoke in admiration. Then a ferocious smile flashed across his face. The five fingers of his left hand formed into claws, and he crushed the outer ring of the trunk into crumbs with a bang, and pinched one end of the big tree. After reaching the size that can be grasped with one hand, the left arm instantly burst out with green veins as ferocious as a centipede, shaking left and right with the arm.
The big tree was swayed from side to side by Dongzhang's huge force, and there was a buzzing sound, and the pieces of wood that were shot at it were all knocked away by the big tree.
"Sure enough, he is a worthy scholar despite his great reputation."
After hitting the piece of wood, Dongzhang noticed his hand sank, but he saw a figure jumping up to the tree trunk and running towards him quickly. The black iron kitchen knife in his hand was spinning continuously in his hand. He was an expert in using knives.
Laughing happily, Dongzhang kicked the tree trunk with his kick, and the big tree flew back quickly with a roar. The cook, who was running on the tree trunk, stared slightly, bent his knees, and jumped up. In mid-air, the black iron kitchen knife in his hand cut through the rain curtain and slashed at Dong Zhang's head. It looked like opening a door curtain made by nature.
Shaking the raindrops on his hair slightly, Dongzhang held the knife in his right hand and moved forward.
At this time, a drop of rainwater was falling from the treetops above the two men. Dongzhang's sheathed black knife hit the bull's-eye. This drop of rainwater was directly hit by the knife in the hands of the two men.
"boom!"
The raindrops were split into two and turned into mist. The black knife scabbard accurately hit the black iron kitchen knife blade. Accompanied by the sound of swords clashing, the human cook was forced to stop in mid-air. With the two people as the center, there was a Colorless air waves spread out in circles, but through the rain curtain, the air waves were visible to the naked eye.
This kid has so much violent internal energy...
The expression on the chef's face changed. As soon as they fought, he felt something unusual in Dong Zhang's internal strength. As the Nine Sun Magic Technique began to work, white mist began to gradually rise on the top of Dong Zhang's head, and his hair visibly turned from wet to dry.
Shaking the knife and holding it backwards, the chef used the force to turn over in mid-air and splashed a lot of water with his feet on the ground. He quietly looked at the casual black-haired young man in front of him. The chef put away the smile on his face. He became solemn: "You are the strongest swordsman I have encountered since my debut. You are worthy of my full strength. Look, my kung fu is called Pao Ding Sword Technique."
As he spoke, the black iron kitchen knife in his hand kept flying around. It looked ordinary, but the sharp-eyed Dongzhang knew that all the falling raindrops were 'cut off' one by one by the cook with the kitchen knife. He has already mastered the use of this knife. It reached the level of being driven like an arm.
From the name, you can tell that this sword technique is inseparable from the ancient legend of Chef Ding undressing an ox. According to legend, Chef Ding untied an ox for Lord Wen Hui. He touched the ox with his hands, leaned on his shoulders, walked on his feet, and stepped on his knees. The sound is loud, the sword is playing, and the sound is high.
Cook Ding stretched his hands here, pushed his shoulders that way, stretched his feet downwards, bent his knees and lifted them that way. His movements were brisk and flexible. The cold light danced up and down, crackling like lightning across the sky, and piercing like thunder breaking through the mountains.
The sound of skin, flesh and muscles being peeled off matched with his movements when wielding the knife. It seemed so harmonious and beautiful, just like dancing to the music "Sanglin" from the Tang Dynasty. The sound is also in perfect harmony with Yao's "Sutra". Such a wonderful scene made Zhuangzi intoxicated.
As soon as the action was completed, the cow was dismembered and separated before it could react. This is a fable that describes the speed of Chef Ding's sword skills to the point of being so unpredictable that even Wen Huijun who was standing aside did not notice it. Stunned, he couldn't help but praise loudly.
Hearing the reappearance of this legendary swordsmanship, Dongzhang couldn't help but become interested, as if he had met a fellow swordsman, and his desire to compete became extremely hot.
Shaking off the water stains on the black knife, Dongzhang held the black knife in front of him, held the handle and slowly pulled out the dark red blade. He said with a bright smile: "It's wonderful. If you can resist death, My husband-in-law makes you a friend..."
