in the edge

Chapter 52
Under the cover of night, Du Chengfeng continued his hunt.

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 seem to be suitable for horse fighting, when these two weapons were held by Du Chengfeng, they were something else. What a scene.

"Come!"

With Du Chengfeng's angry shout, blazing flames burst out from the thick sword, and the three-foot-long flaming blade only needed to be swept across, and the grassland cavalry in sharp coats 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 prairie cavalry, there were not no strong and strong men. Even though the blade of the raging fire had the terrifying power to sweep across, there would still be fish that slipped through the net and rushed to Du Chengfeng's approach.

There is a saying that every inch is short and every inch is dangerous.Seeing that these prairie warriors just decided to take risks in an instant and fight to the death with themselves, even Du Chengfeng, who is an enemy, couldn't help admiring these tough guys honed in the cold wind of Mobei .

However, praise is praise.

This behavior is still meaningless.

Just because they are facing the cold wind itself from Mobei.

"Go on."

Du Chengfeng swung the ax in his left hand.

The old big ax was swung on the armor, and the originally hard iron armor was broken and shattered like flimsy ice at this moment, and after that, the biting cold wind penetrated the wound along with the ax blade, passing through the body all the way , and then brought out a large piece of bright red snowflakes from the back of this flesh and blood body.

Not blood, but snow.

Just because the blood had condensed in the cold wind before gushing out.

"So this is the wind in Mobei..."

He hacked to death the prairie soldiers who rushed to him, Du Chengfeng stared at the old ax in his hand, dazed.

No wonder this big ax killed those prairie 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 was so capable that it could kill hundreds of people. One-third of them can't play.

If it is said that to satisfy the big sword in the right hand, what is needed is the wine of friends, then what is needed to satisfy this big ax is the blood of those grassland 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, aren't they?"

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 the left hand, which was still hungry, only received dozens of lives even if it was beaten in the middle of the night.

Those who weren't hungry ate more and more, while those who were hungry couldn't chew a few mouthfuls. It seemed that Du Chengfeng was a bit biased.

"Next time, definitely next time."

While saying this, Du Chengfeng put the sword and ax back into the saddle bag.

It is indeed necessary to make sure next time, just because this time he should run away.

With the blazing light of the heavy 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 view, 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 force, it is not that he does not have the confidence to enter the enemy's formation and open Wushuang, but he still carefully chooses to slow down, biting the so-called "grassland 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 the ambush He Xiqing left behind, and this also meant that there might not be no means against him in the army—although he himself was not sure about this. Whether the method of fame exists or not, but when it comes to the safety of his life, he would rather believe it.

"So, we'll come back later."

Saying this, Du Chengfeng turned the horse's head, and was about to continue to pull back to the distance, eating a few dry and hard pancakes to replenish his strength.

But at this moment, a desolate horn sounded in his ears.

"Ugh-"

The melodious sound of the horn was desolate and unsophisticated, like a long roar from ancient times. The dull low roar called out the fighting spirit hidden in the bottom of my heart, and even my blood boiled 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 heavy armored warrior, or an iron armored heavy cavalry?Or a crazy monster with a fierce blade?

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?

At this time, in addition to the desolate horn, there was another sound of war drums.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!"

The sound of the thick war drums was dull and powerful, and every beat of the drum seemed to hammer Du Chengfeng's heart.

This made his blood flutter.

Yes, that's it, that's what he wants.

Blood is burning, and the whole world is burning with it.

The blood is flowing, and all the living creatures in front of him are not left!
"……and many more?"

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 are bonfires rising into the sky, lighting up the night sky.

Twelve old men danced around the bonfire, and the clothes they wore were more like strips of cloth piled together randomly than clothes. However, these dirty and crazy-looking people were actually dancing. With a solemn sanctity.His hands and feet are obviously thin, but his movements are vigorous and powerful, like an ancient warrior who has stepped out of an ancient picture scroll.

There are big drums and horns in the hands of these people. They use these old musical instruments. The desolate horn sound is intertwined with the heavy drumbeats, mixed with complicated and lengthy words, making this bloody killing field become all the time. Serenity up.

"Battle! Fight! Fight!"

Accompanied by the sound of the horn and the beating of drums, those melodies seemed to be drilled into Du Chengfeng's mind.

"Battle! Fight! Fight!"

In Du Chengfeng's view, the evil spirit of swords and soldiers that had been tamed rose once 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 on did not move at all.

Not only the war horses, but also Du Chengfeng himself did not move at all.

Can't move, can't move at all, at this moment his body is completely controlled by the rhythm of those heavy drums.And amidst the rapid drumbeat, he couldn't help turning over and getting off his horse.

"Don't get off the horse! Absolutely don't get off the horse!"

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 by the bonfire in the distance.

This unknown secret technique was so frightening that he didn't even realize what happened, and his entire body was already under the opponent's control.

Not even just the body.

Even his consciousness is already faltering.

The sword and soldier's evil spirit surged up again, and noisy words came from his ears again, mixed with the words from afar, urging him to hurry up and kill the enemy - if it was just like this, he might be able to resist a little bit, but The most important thing is that at this moment, the killing intent brought by these swords and soldiers is the most correct choice.

Yeah, 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 reason had already recognized the evil spirit of the sword, Du Chengfeng's remaining consciousness was still crazily calling the police.

Even his whole brain is in chaos, he can think of things, those prairie dancers who control him, can't they think of it?

"This is a trap! It's a trap! Get off your horse and go forward, you will definitely die!"

At this moment, Du Chengfeng desperately controlled his body.

However, this resistance is meaningless.

As the drum beats became more and more rapid, his body still moved according to the rhythm of the drum beats.

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.

It's like trusting him with a knife in your hand.

He also completely believed in these weapons.

"Dang--"

The weapon fell to the ground, causing a sound of gold and iron.

And Du Chengfeng's body, which was about to fall to the ground, also hit the ground directly with this violent movement.

While his body was in pain, Du Chengfeng regained some consciousness.

This made him instinctively grab the scattered weapons around him.

Whether it's an old axe or a heavy sword, even if there is any extra weapon in his hand at this moment, it can provide an extra layer of protection for his life.

But when Du Chengfeng grabbed the weapon closest to him, he was taken aback.

It wasn't the old big ax that came from the cold wind in Mobei, nor was it the thick and heavy knife 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 left behind by him.

Now that the choice has been made, 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 knife is unsheathed.

"Om-"

It was obviously just the sound of the blade rubbing against the mouth of the sheath, but at this moment it seemed extremely ear-piercing.

A short clang, but it overshadowed the horns, the drums, the chants, and even everything in Du Chengfeng's ears!
What remained in Du Chengfeng's ears was only the ethereal sound of reading aloud.

"Varied……"

At the moment when the sound of reading overwhelmed the drumbeat, Du Chengfeng instantly regained control of his body, not only his body, but even his consciousness regained clarity when the faint sound of reading sounded!

"you……"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but look down at the Broken Horse Long Saber in his hand.

The sharp blade buzzed in his palm, as if the aftertaste from just now hadn't 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 so, Du Chengfeng's left hand had already pulled out a short dagger from his pocket.

The rough handle of the coarse cloth is only enough to prevent the cutting edge from cutting your hands. This is clearly the broken sword tip left by the former swordsman Cui Yuan.

"Although I haven't read the books here, I can recite something else for you."

As he spoke, Du Chengfeng struck the blade of the long knife with the broken sword tip.

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying! Wu Gou Shuang Xueming!"

Accompanied by the sound of gold and iron clashing, Du Chengfeng sang loudly, chanting this one of the few verses that he could still 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's rustling like a shooting star!"

It was more of 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 tapped his toes and shot out like a meteor piercing the sky.

The twelve dancing men in the distance finally realized that something was wrong, but they didn't have any intention of running away. These old men cut their arms one after another and sprinkled their own blood on the drums and horns in their hands.

The blood-stained drums and horns became more and more eerie. Du Chengfeng's consciousness, which was brought back to clarity by Lang Lang's reading, sank once again under the 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 elegiac people since ancient times.

There is no need for beautiful rhymes, no beautiful tunes, not 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.

"Ten steps to kill one person! Do not stay behind for thousands of miles!"

With just two tiger leaps, Du Chengfeng's figure has already fallen into the middle of the twelve prairie dancers.

As the body rotated, the five-foot-long knife created a complete arc under the moon.

Dragon and Tiger Two Potentials, Flying Dragon Knife Transformation, 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 12 people with one knife, Du Chengfeng grabbed something from the ground as a trophy, then immediately turned around and ran away with a five-foot-long knife.

"What? Do you still want to hear the rest?"

Du Chengfeng, who got on his horse, was about to put all the weapons back into the saddle bag, but suddenly felt the broken horse sword tremble slightly in his hand.

"Don't ask... I'll tell you when I have time."

Saying this, Du Chengfeng stuffed the broken horse 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.

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