In the Blade

Grassland Khan, to Du Chengfeng, was just a name that existed in legend.

Although Du Chengfeng had killed many grassland soldiers and knew that the grassland khan was going to lead his troops south, he never expected that the grassland khan would be so bold as to sneak into the imperial mausoleum alone. Facing this huge giant alone.

But what surprised him even more was that he would actually one day fight side by side with this grassland Khan.

"kill!!!"

The fat man waved the three-pronged spear, his eyes filled with crazy fighting intent.

"Come die!"

Zheng——

Just when the three-pronged spear was about to stab the huge giant, there was the shadow of a thick sword, holding the vicious blade in place.

Du Chengfeng was very familiar with the shadow formed by the condensed black evil energy, and the shadow of the sword in the opponent's hand was exactly the same as the weapon he was currently holding.

That was Fatty Yang from the Yang family in Jibei, or in other words, Yang Huchi, the general under Taizu of Nanchen.

"What, why don't you join him?"

On the huge throne, Taizu Nanchen turned his eyes and looked at Du Chengfeng.

"He gave you a chance. Do you really not listen to him? If you two join together, you might really be able to defeat me."

"..."

Facing the talkative giant, Du Chengfeng just remained silent.

It's not that he hasn't thought about taking action, but he always felt that he shouldn't take action now. Although this seemed to be the best fighter opportunity, he still chose to wait.

The broadsword in his hand was somewhat warm, dispelling the madness surrounding him.

Yes, crazy. Just after Nan Chen Taizu transformed into a giant again, the depressed atmosphere around him had disappeared.

Instead, there was something deeper and darker.

The dark things condensed into shadows and thrust out the spear in Du Chengfeng's hand.

It was the shadow of a general that Du Chengfeng didn't recognize at all, but Du Chengfeng knew the spear in the hand of this evil figure - if he remembered correctly, he should have seen it from the memory of an assassin. When he arrived, the country-protecting divine weapon called the Soft Vine Spear was stabbing at his throat.

The heavy sword opened the barrel of the gun, but the tip of the spear twisted back strangely.

Another telescopic spear was drawn out from Du Chengfeng's sleeve, and the sharp spear tip was accurately held.

"Yes! Good! Nice fight! This is it!"

Seeing the battle between Du Chengfeng and Grassland Khan, the huge giant clapped his hands repeatedly.

"Wonderful! Okay! This is what I want to see! Since you all want to take things away from me, then use your skills!"

"You crazy person..."

The Grassland Khan, who was carrying a three-pronged spear, was already clenching his teeth. Unlike his imposing appearance just now, his current battle was not easy.

Just because his opponents have increased from one to three.

Three shadow generals armed with various weapons have already surrounded the Grassland Khan. Under the endless siege of the three men, even though the Grassland Khan is superb in martial arts, he is still a little helpless at this moment.

This made Prairie Khan turn his head and shout.

"Hey! Who is that! Why don't you help me!"

"..."

Du Chengfeng, who was fighting, was just silent.

It was impossible to help, and the battle on his side was not easy. The Prairie Khan was fighting against three shadow generals, but there were already four on his side, two using spears and one Among those who used long swords, another simply rode a horse, carrying a huge long-handled iron staff in his hand.

Obviously, Nan Chen Taizu was quite dissatisfied with him, so he was going to give him some strength.

But even if there weren't those shadow generals around, Du Chengfeng didn't want to go over to help. Even though he and the grassland Khan had been beaten by this heavy siege and had no chance to fight back, he always felt that this battle was a bit... Indescribably weird.

He always felt that the current fighting was not a real battle at all.

It was more like the huge giant simply venting his anger.

Yes, this is the feeling. He can actually feel the emotions of Nan Chen Taizu - this is why he always feels that this does not look like a fight. After all, it is not like he has never done such a thing as a fight, holding a weapon. The two sides fight each other for their own reasons. It is a collision between will and skill, and a firm will to determine the winner.

Not like now, neither firm nor pure.

He simply slashed with his weapon.

This is not like a battle, at least not like the battles that Du Chengfeng has experienced. This is more like a feeling that he is more familiar with, or in other words, he has experienced many feelings before.

"laugh--"

The sharp spear point formed by the condensed black evil energy cut through Du Chengfeng's clothes, causing some of his belongings to fall to the ground.

There are money bags, copper plates, fire certificates, and daggers hidden in clothes.

There is also a whetstone that he carries with him.

"……Um?"

Du Chengfeng's brows suddenly tightened.

The vague inspiration became clear.

Yes, that's it. The feeling right now is not so much fighting with those shadow army generals, but rather sharpening a knife.

This clear understanding of will and consciousness was no different from when he was sharpening his knife.

"...How is that possible?"

Faced with the siege of four shadow generals, Du Chengfeng was a little distracted for a moment.

No, it can't be like this. There are four fierce gods in front of him who will kill him on the spot. He can't be distracted at this time no matter what - but at this moment, Du Chengfeng can't control his consciousness at all.

Just like the first time he sharpened the knife, his consciousness was sucked away by some powerful weapon.

Is it the two spears? Is it the two-handed iron rod? Or is it the black shadow sword that just crossed his body and left a trace of blood on his body?

No, none of them, those are weapons condensed by evil spirits, not the real weapons themselves.

Or in other words, these evil spirits condensed into shadow generals are also another form of weapons.

But Du Chengfeng's consciousness did not sink into these shadow generals, and these shadow generals were not real weapons - but this made Du Chengfeng even more confused. You know, it's a bloody fight now, and it's a time to race against time. What is the real weapon? When will he regain consciousness?

"Huh?"

Just when Du Chengfeng was extremely anxious, his consciousness suddenly recovered.

Both his hands and feet were there, and he did not look like a weapon, which meant that he had indeed recovered his mind.

But when he raised his head, he suddenly found that what was in front of him was not an underground imperial mausoleum, but an old prison.

"This..."

Du Chengfeng vaguely felt something.

He did find the real weapon.

It was a humanoid weapon named Taizu of Southern Chen.

The second update is here, and I just saw it recommended. It just so happens that this plot needs to be connected, so I will continue to write.

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