in the edge

Chapter 25 Swordsman Cui Yuan
Du Chengfeng, who returned to the courtyard, looked at the long sword in his hand.

The blade is three feet long, the handle is eight inches and two inches long, and the blade is narrow and sharp. Just holding it in the hand makes people feel like looking for something to stab and cut. This is not even because of the influence of the sword, just It's just because this sword is too smooth.

"This sword is really good."

Although Du Chengfeng has never seen any good swords, but with his current understanding of weapons and combat, he can already judge the quality of a weapon just by touching it with his hands.

Just like the sword in his hand, the steel mouth is sharp, the hair is blown and the hair is broken, and the center of gravity feels first-class.

This is not something that can be created by ordinary folk workshops.

"It's called Chengfeng."

The scarred man named Cui Yuan spoke, his words were full of pity.

"Please sir, be careful with it."

Du Chengfeng pretended not to hear such words.

He gave the weapon a name and treated the weapon as a human being. No wonder the man named Cui Yuan was polite to him just now, but suddenly attacked him with his hands. Originally, Du Chengfeng only thought that mental illness was an adjective, but now it looks like Come on, this Cui Yuan's symptoms are really not mild.

But when Du Chengfeng put the sword blade on the whetstone, he realized that there was a reason why the opponent named the sword.

That was 15 years ago. At that time, Cui Yuan was only 14 years old, still very young. With both parents dead, he has been practicing both civil and martial arts with his teacher, tirelessly.

However, one day, his teacher suddenly gave Cui Yuan his sword as a parting gift.

"Racing the wind one day, the roc will soar up to [-] miles. I hope you can be an upright person like this straight sword."

Before leaving, Cui Yuan's teacher blessed his disciple like this and asked him to eat well.

But young Cui Yuan just shook his head.

"Master, I will go with you. I will go wherever Master goes."

"I told you not to call me master, but teacher."

The tall man squatted down and pressed Cui Yuan's shoulder.

"Teacher is going to a dangerous place this time to do a big thing. Just like you have your own ambitions, the teacher also has your own ambitions. You will be the only one left in the future. You must live a good life..."

"Then why can't I go?"

Cui Yuan clenched his teeth, tears streaming down his face.

"Is it because I am the son of a horse thief? Is it because of my origin?"

"It's not a matter of origin."

The tall man raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Cui Yuan's face.

"It's because this matter is indeed dangerous. Teacher can do it, but your current strength is far from enough."

It is precisely because of this farewell and the gift of the sword that the young Cui Yuan has the determination to learn the sword.

When he saw this, Du Chengfeng thought it was normal. After all, on the Jibei border, injuries like this would happen not to mention every day, but at least three to five times a month, and then after a while , there will be more swordsmen or warriors in Jizhou. They will shout to become stronger while dying in some inexplicable vendetta.

But what he saw next made Du Chengfeng look sideways.

Even though the teacher had left, Cui Yuan still did not slack off. On the contrary, Cui Yuan practiced even harder.He trained his body, practiced his strength, stabbed, blocked, and cut. Although it was only the most basic swordsmanship, Cui Yuan practiced it extremely seriously.

Du Chengfeng has only heard others say that he swings his sword three thousand times a day, but has never seen it with his own eyes.

But Cui Yuan persisted for 15 years.

The only thing that has witnessed all this is this long sword named Chengfeng.

In the past 15 years, Cui Yuan has made a total of 130 strikes. A Chengfeng Sword has never killed an unknown ghost. However, every swordsman with some reputation in Jizhou and Youzhou has been approached by Cui Yuan and challenged in person. , followed by a sword to kill.

Clearly there is no injustice or enmity, but he kills the killer every time, such a cruel act, even in the group of swordsmen who take killing and killing as their profession, is extremely shocking, so Cui Yuan's scolding has always been endlessly.

But Cui Yuan didn't care, he just thought it was a part of cultivation, a way to become stronger.

This time, not only Du Chengfeng, but also all the swordsmen in Jibei began to feel that Cui Yuan was out of his mind.

So while his reputation was growing, Cui Yuan soon became the target of public criticism. After a brief connection, a hundred or so swordsmen simply organized and prepared to kill this unruly scourge.

But it wasn't until the moment Cui Yuan drew his sword that these swordsmen realized that what they were facing was already inhuman.

It was a one-sided massacre. The swordsmen who had a chance to win all fell to the ground like wheat being harvested. Even the swordsmen who escaped were stabbed in the throat by Cui Yuan who was chasing after him. Without exception, all the swordsmen who surrounded him became the ghosts under Cui Yuan's sword.

And this experience of one against one hundred finally made Cui Yuan confirm that he has achieved a small degree of success in swordsmanship.

So in order to make his swordsmanship great, the 29-year-old Cui Yuan has to challenge the last opponent.

That was a famous swordsman in Jizhou, known as "Quick Sword" Liu Qingyun. When Cui Yuan was still young, he was the young swordsman who killed a horse bandit in Youzhou by himself with a long knife in his hand. .

Cui Yuan's parents were also killed.

But Cui Yuan knew that his trip was not for revenge.What he wanted to do more than those boring things was to overcome the fear and uneasiness that had been engraved in his heart since childhood.

Only by climbing over this last and first mountain can his sword be invincible and unparalleled in the world.

Only then can we break through all difficulties and obstacles.

"hiss……"

After finishing sharpening his long sword, Du Chengfeng looked at the sword in his hand and then at Cui Yuan in front of him, and couldn't help but start having a toothache.

Strictly speaking, this was his first real contact with a living person holding a vicious weapon but still maintaining his sanity.Although the other party's way of talking and acting seemed like a mental illness, Du Chengfeng just thought it looked like it. After all, the other party knew how to knock on the door first when visiting, knew how to apologize when he made a mistake, and knew how to wash his hands after using the toilet. So, At least it's pretty normal.

But who would have thought that this swordsman named Cui Yuan actually had some mental problems.

It is true that the long sword has accumulated a lot of evil energy, but Cui Yuan's persistence in becoming stronger has exceeded the killing itself. Rather than saying that the sword is driving Cui Yuan to kill, it is better to say that Cui Yuan is driving the sword. , use the method of killing to test your mettle.

Just like it is now.

"I mean, I didn't charge you any money, did I?"

Seeing Cui Yuan take the long sword, but pointing the tip of the sword at him, Du Chengfeng's face couldn't help but become ugly.

"Is this how you treat a kind person?"

"You just didn't try your best."

As he spoke, Cui Yuan, who was standing with a sword, looked at Du Chengfeng's side.

A heavy two-handed sword was lying there quietly.

The evil spirit is monstrous.

"This is your usual weapon! This is your real ability!"

The man named Cui Yuan held his long sword tightly and stared firmly into Du Chengfeng's eyes.

What was reflected in Du Chengfeng's sight was the calm madness that he had seen countless times on that Chengfeng sword.

"I didn't expect to encounter such an opponent before I mastered swordsmanship! Please enlighten me!"

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As he spoke, the sharp long sword named Chengfeng was already stabbing Du Chengfeng in the face, as fast as lightning.

But Du Chengfeng still retreated and dodged.

After sharpening the knife just now, Du Chengfeng is already completely familiar with Cui Yuan's swordsmanship, and now Cui Yuan can't touch him with a single sword - but this makes Cui Yuan even more excited , The long sword in his hand has also become faster and faster!
"Yes! That's it! This is what I want next!"

Cui Yuan had never felt so free as he wielded the long sword. At this moment, he even had an inexplicable feeling that the opponent in front of him was another himself.

What could be more enjoyable than playing against yourself?
Of course there is, that is, to fight against someone who is stronger than oneself.

Only by stepping on the bones of the strong can he become stronger!
"Come!"

After a series of 16 swords back and forth, Du Chengfeng was finally pushed into a corner by Cui Yuan's sword.

At this time, Cui Yuan finally saw that the man named Du Chengfeng in front of him was holding the thick and heavy knife.

"it is good!"

Cui Yuanting's sword shouted loudly, and the sword's light flashed.

"Zheng-"

The piercing sound of gold and iron clanging echoed in the room.

And Cui Yuan's long sword has already slashed across the opponent's neck.

"call……"

Cui Yuan let out a breath of turbid breath, and couldn't help but feel light in his heart.

Although he already knew that the knife sharpener named Du Chengfeng had some skills, the heavy sword still shocked him. Just looking at the ferociousness almost overflowing from the blade, it was clear that only those who had experienced hundreds of battles Only brave warriors can use this kind of weapons.

Fortunately, it was him who won this time.

Once again, he relied on his own strength to defeat a strong enemy, and once again, he used the sword in his hand to cut through the fear in his heart.

His sword once again cut through the difficulties and obstacles, just like his teacher once asked.

Dapeng rose up in the wind in one day, soaring for ninety thousand miles.

Just like the sword in his hand, he finally became a knowledgeable and powerful man with unparalleled swordsmanship.

Just like a sword in your hand...

"……Um?"

Cui Yuan, who was about to withdraw his sword and return its sheath, couldn't help being taken aback.

I saw that the long sword in my hand, which was originally more than three feet long, was only one and a half feet long at some point.

The half-point of the sword that should have pierced the opponent's neck has long since disappeared.

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