In the Blade

Three days later, Du Chengfeng was stunned as he looked at the so-called number one sword on the table in front of him.

He didn't want this thing at first, but the sword always found a new owner and appeared in front of him again - just on the day he threw the sword away, he dealt with five swordsmen who came to make trouble. Every time he threw the sword away, but every time the sword was picked up by someone, and then came to fight with him.

So Du Chengfeng simply buried the sword in the mountains the next day. He always felt that he seemed to have done something similar once.

But even if he buried it in the mountains, it was useless. He had just buried it in the dark, and someone came to find trouble with the sword at noon that day. After burying it three times, Du Chengfeng finally realized that this method was useless.

This sword seemed to be very smart and relied on him, and refused to leave no matter what.

And now, he is thinking about the solution.

"Why are you so troublesome?"

Looking at the number one sword in front of him, Du Chengfeng took out the number one judge's pen in his arms.

He also carried the Judge's Pen with him. This weapon was also the best in the world. Why didn't the Judge's Pen attract any challengers to cause trouble for him, but the knife was always in trouble?

But soon, he realized the problem.

The reason was simple: too few people used pens as weapons.

He had fought quite a few enemies, but only County Magistrate Yuan used the Judge's Pen, which was enough to show how rare this weapon was. Even among a hundred people, not even one person would use it. After all, the Judge's Pen was mainly good at concealment, and few people would use it as their main weapon.

In contrast, there were too many people who used knives.

Swords and knives were the largest category of weapons in stock, but the sword had a double-edged blade, so the threshold for use was relatively high. In contrast, the knife had a single-edged blade, and as long as it could be swung, it could be chopped. This also directly led to the large number of swordsmen. God knows how many people in this world use knives.

There are so many good swordsmen, who doesn't want to compete for the best in the world?

"I really don't want to."

Du Chengfeng sighed at the sword.

"If it was before, I would definitely want the best sword in the world, but now I have found a better one... Of course, I don't mean to say that you are not good, but how to say it..."

In fact, it is not good enough. Whether it is the previous evil spirit system or the current weapon system, the combat effectiveness is also quite strong - but compared with the most direct mental power, these things are a bit unbearable to look at, especially this kind of seemingly strong, but the side effects are quite obvious, which is even more unacceptable to him.

"So you probably understand? You should find someone who is more suitable for you."

Talking to a sword will naturally have no effect, just like now, the best sword in the world is lying on the table, without any response, as if pretending to be stupid.

So in order to convince the sword, Du Chengfeng took out all his weapons and showed them one by one.

"Look, I've already raised so many, I really don't want to bring another one."

The sword lay on the table, still unresponsive, as if it was just an ordinary sword that couldn't be more ordinary.

But it was obvious that this sword was not that ordinary, just because the two swords in Du Chengfeng's hand had already jumped restlessly, and the vigorous fighting spirit on the two swords was so surging. This was the first time Du Chengfeng saw his broad sword and the Fire Phoenix sword, so excited.

"Why didn't I see you so active when you fought before?"

Du Chengfeng picked up the thick sword he used most often.

"Do you really want to be the best in the world?"

Thinking, thinking too much, not only the sword itself was responding to him fiercely, even the will from Yang Sanlang on the sword was urging him excitedly.

Chop it down, just chop it down, cut off the waist sword in front of you, and they will be the best in the world.

Even the waist knife itself did not mean to refuse, but also had a faint fighting intention, but it was more like a temptation than a fight, tempting Du Chengfeng to swing the knife and chop down directly.

Of course, Du Chengfeng could not chop down, he did not want his usual knife to be contaminated.

Yes, at this moment he had already noticed that this so-called number one knife in the world was more like a source of pollution.

Out of the pursuit of the world's number one, swordsmen would be attracted to the world's number one, and then fight each other for this world's number one sword, and this sword would also change its owner from generation to generation - the more swordsmen died because of this sword, the stronger this sword would probably become.

It's just that the sword will become stronger, and this kind of thing has nothing to do with people.

As the saying goes, the iron blade is permanent, and the swordsmen are changing.

"Just like the two millstones in the backyard."

Du Chengfeng thought of this, and Du Chengfeng subconsciously looked in the direction of the backyard of the post station.

Several people in the backyard were still fighting for the right to pull the millstone, like clowns.

But Du Chengfeng knew that this was only because he was suppressing them. If he hadn't issued a clear order not to allow casualties, these people might have already beaten their brains out.

The pursuit of strength and the pursuit of the two millstones would make them attack each other without scruples. If he was not here, the two millstones alone would be enough to grind away their flesh and blood.

And the so-called number one knife in his hand was just like the millstone, constantly stirring the flesh and blood to refine the weapon itself with countless souls.

"This is... too much."

Du Chengfeng shook his head. At this moment, he was very glad that he did not accept this so-called number one knife in the world.

This knife, or this so-called number one in the world, is really a bit too weird.

This so-called number one in the world is actually more ferocious than any so-called evil weapon.

"It's like the title of the number one in the world is a knife itself."

Du Chengfeng vaguely felt something, which was a field he had never explored before.

As for the use of mental power, he actually only thought that a firm will could change reality. He had never thought that mental power could be used in this way - not to use mental power to control objects from a distance, but to use mental power itself as a sword, thus involving countless swordsmen in this unsolvable cycle.

Unless he is like him, who has long been out of the scope of swordsmen, any swordsman would probably be beheaded by this invisible noose.

"From this point of view, I am indeed the most suitable for you."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng sighed.

If this world's number one sword is thrown out, God knows what kind of bloody storm will be set off. Only when it falls into his hands can the lives of the people be saved - although the original intention of this world's number one sword may be that he is strong enough and can kill the most people, it is obvious that he is not the type who will be controlled by the sword.

He has never been a carrier of swords, he is the one who controls swords.

"Well, then you will follow me in the future."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng picked up the heavy sword at hand.

But after thinking for a moment, he still picked up the black fire broadsword that was inhabited by the gray-black fire phoenix.

The thick and heavy broadsword had been with him for too long, and it was a bit of a waste to have it contaminated. On the contrary, this other broadsword was very suitable as the carrier of the world's number one sword.

And the gray-black fire phoenix that was inhabited on it was obviously also suitable for this.

"Ba! Ba! Ba!"

The moment the blade was swung down, Du Chengfeng even vaguely heard the excited cry of the gray-black fire phoenix.

"My Great Chu is invincible in the world!"

With a clang, the old waist knife broke into two pieces.

And the black fire broadsword that was inhabited by the gray-black fire phoenix also had a rampant fighting spirit.

It was also possible that this gray-black fire phoenix had once dreamed of using the immortal body to become the world's number one. Although it was later proved that it was weak, at this moment, by accident, the world's number one actually fell on it again.

At this moment, it was so joyful and so energetic!

"Come!"

The fire phoenix pattern on the blade spread its wings, and a blazing black fire ignited on the broadsword!

As the king of swords, as the best in the world, it is ready to deal with all challengers!

It's just that Du Chengfeng has no intention of using it at all.

In the afternoon, many swordsmen came to challenge again. It happened that there were a lot of Jianghu people in Sanshan Town recently, and they dragged Du Chengfeng to fight for a whole afternoon-but with this level, Du Chengfeng was even too lazy to use the sword. Just with bare hands, those swordsmen who came to challenge retreated.

But the swordsmen who retreated would always come back again. They would only think that their failure was due to their lack of skills. Since they were not good at learning, they would definitely win again if they understood it.

"So you are all mentally ill, right? Is there really no end?"

Du Chengfeng, who had not rested for the whole afternoon, also got angry.

"Why don't you just go together!"

The swordsmen really listened to the advice and really went together, but this still made no sense to Du Chengfeng. He didn't even draw his sword, but just knocked all the swordsmen to the ground with his bare hands.

Fortunately, at night, the swordsmen finally calmed down. It seems that they are human beings after all, and they also need to sleep. However, Du Chengfeng didn't cook any food or do anything all day. He just fought with the swordsmen. At night, he didn't even have a meal, and even couldn't drink a mouthful of hot soup.

"Just say that this thing is really..."

After finding some food to fill his stomach temporarily, Du Chengfeng was too lazy to worry about whether it was good or bad at the moment. It was good to be able to eat it and let him rest for a while.

But just when he finished his meal and was about to go to the toilet and come back to sleep, the swordsman who had been squatting in the toilet had already drawn his sword at him.

"Is it over yet!"

Throwing the swordsman out of the post station, Du Chengfeng sighed and continued to go to the toilet.

Although he was mentally prepared for this situation, he didn't expect that there would be a swordsman squatting in the toilet to ambush him. Even going to the toilet would cause someone to fight him. What were these people thinking?

"Maybe it's because there are too many people using swords."

Although he said so, Du Chengfeng was also puzzled. How could so many swordsmen appear in such a remote place like Sanshan Town...

"Wait?"

Du Chengfeng suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong.

Yes, he had a vague feeling before, why was he attracted here, why did he stay in Sanshan Town for so long - he originally thought it was his own idea, but later he realized that he was probably drawn in by some vortex-like force.

But at that time, he didn't have such a clear understanding of this force, and just thought that there might be a master who used spiral power here.

But now it seems...

"Isn't this the same as the knife in my hand?"

At this moment, Du Chengfeng suddenly found a certain comparison.

Yes, the real key has never been the vortex itself, but those people who were attracted to it in an endless stream - you know, the terrain of Sanshan Town doesn't look like a traffic artery that can gather people, but it's just such a ghost place, but there are always evil masters who are attracted here.

When masters meet, there will always be conflicts, conflicts will lead to fighting, and fighting will lead to death.

"If someone dies, someone will get benefits."

Du Chengfeng subconsciously looked at the world's number one knife in his hand.

Yes, just like the knife in his hand, it doesn't matter how many holders it changes, anyway, the mental power of all the dead will be attributed to this knife, making the concept of the world's best knife more fierce and stronger.

The whole process is like using the blood of the dead to refine the blade.

So the problem is here.

The swordsmen who died because of the knife will become the food of the knife.

Then the people who died in Sanshan Town...

"..."

Du Chengfeng looked up at the night sky in the distance.

In the sky of Sanshan Town, the mental power vortex like a dark cloud was spiraling, slowly and firmly.

But at this moment, in Du Chengfeng's eyes, the mental power vortex was like some kind of ferocious animal patiently waiting for prey.

Or it could be said that it was a meat grinder covering the entire Sanshan Town.

"Finally... found you."

Du Chengfeng pulled out the black fire knife.

And in the distant Sanshan Town, in an extremely inconspicuous family, there was also a gray-haired old man who suddenly opened his eyes.

"Interesting, you found all this? You are quite capable."

As he said this, the old man turned over and sat up from the couch.

"Since you can find it, then as a reward, I will play with you."

A smile appeared on the old man's face.

At the same time, Du Chengfeng, who was far away at the post station, had already packed his luggage and carried a big knife.

No matter who did this, for what purpose, he was ready to chop the other party, after all, he should not be involved in such a matter anyway-since they met on a narrow road, there was nothing to say, of course, this kind of rat who hides his head and shows his tail should be killed as soon as possible.

But Du Chengfeng had just left the door when he suddenly heard a dull roar.

"What's making such a loud noise?"

Du Chengfeng subconsciously looked into the distance.

"Such a loud noise, it can't be that the mountain collapsed..."

Halfway through his words, Du Chengfeng widened his eyes.

Just because, in his sight, Kangping Mountain, which was supposed to be standing on the edge of Sanshan Town, was rushing towards him.