When strength and speed reach a certain level, in theory, people themselves are weapons, but they are not as good as weapons after all.

A long time ago, Chen Leng talked about a lot of questions about sword skills and weapons when he was chatting with the second generation Taoist. The second generation Taoist said that he felt that he was so majestic when he just hung the sword. Later, he felt that hanging the sword was so majestic, and the sword was just decoration, just like the literati and poets in Daning, hanging the sword was because it seemed more chic.

The second Taoist said that he never thought seriously that swords are used to kill people.

The people in the temple are so gentle and kind, and they never take the initiative to think about killing people. Therefore, from childhood to adulthood, they have felt that they should be far away from killing people. At that time, he didn't think about it or not. Now he is thinking about killing because hatred makes people want to kill.

His master was killed by the Taoist in this Tianmen Temple, so he is here.

When he was chatting with Shen Leng that day, he asked Chen Leng, are weapons necessary to kill people? Chen Leng's answer was that the purpose of all weapons must be to kill people, not to kill animals, but to kill people. The killing is too broad. Killing cattle, sheep, and pigs are all about killing animals. Only killing people will make people use their brains to study various powerful weapons, and only killing people will be like this.

"One day in the future, people will gradually lose their ability to fight in close combat because their weapons are too powerful."

Chen Leng said.

The second Taoist asked: "Then will there be no need for melee combat in the future?"

"Of course, but leave it to special people to practice."

"What kind of special person?"

"Soldier."

Chen Leng looked at the second book: "Soldiers are also weapons, and they are extremely evil weapons."

In the Tianmen Temple Taoist Temple, Chen Leng has a scabbard in his hand. The scabbard is naturally not sharp or heavy. If the scabbard can easily pierce a person's heart, neck, or eye sockets like a sword, then it is naturally not that the scabbard is so great, but that the person holding the scabbard is amazing.

The scabbard is very bloody and violent when it stabs the scabbard from the neck. And the scabbard does not stab the scabbard vertically, but is horizontally, so the wounds caused are even more terrifying. The scabbard has no edge or tip, and the bones in the neck are not cut off but are stabbed out.

The second-birth Taoist killed from here, and Chen Leng killed from there. The two people killed people very quickly, but they would also be very difficult to face hundreds of Tianmen Taoist temples with good martial arts. They could not be killed by counterattack because they were indeed strong enough.

“So tired.”

The second Taoist shouted at Chen Leng: "I think it's so hard to pretend."

Chen Leng nodded: "Agree."

If the battle ends with a high-volume-type, of course, Chen Leng and the second-ben Taoist will kill from beginning to end. The two of them killed all the ghosts under the sword or under the scabbard, and then the two of them were covered in blood standing in the yard and roaring to the sky. Before coming, Chen Leng and the second-ben Taoist had a discussion because of this, and they both felt that if this ended, they really looked very stylish. The two even discussed something that should be said after killing people, which made them look even more stylish.

The two of them were corpses all over the ground. They avenged the death of Master II in this way. They were excited when they discussed it, and they felt that the scene must be shocking.

But......

After killing for about half a quarter of an hour, the second Taoist felt that if he continued to fight like this, he might go from being careless to being embarrassed, from being embarrassed to being a corpse.

"It turns out that pretending to be a hard road."

The second Taoist swept away the enemy in front of him with a sword and then jumped backwards: "I don't want to play anymore!"

When he looked again, there was no trace of Chen Leng in the place where the fight was fighting. Second student was startled and looked at the corpse on the ground, but Chen Leng was not seen. Then he heard Chen Leng say behind him, "It's so slow to retreat."

Second book: "..."

The Tianmen Ghost Road, whose eyes were red, rushed towards Chen Leng and the others, and countless Qiang swords were raised high. At this moment, the Daning warriors appeared on the surrounding courtyard walls. The crossbows were fired towards the Tianmen Ghost Roads. The dense crossbow arrows broke through the air. The sound of the arrow piercing through human flesh was definitely not very wonderful, but it would make people feel numb on the scalp.

The door creaked and opened again. The Daning soldiers wearing black armor arched in. Their crossbows hit the target accurately, and the ghosts in front of them fell down one by one, full of unwillingness and fear.

The second Taoist looked at Chen Leng and asked seriously: "At this moment, should we both be a little embarrassed?"

Chen Leng shook his head: "That's because you are thin-skinned."

Second generation thought about it and found that it really makes sense. Whether it is awkward or not depends on whether it is thick-skinned or not.

He asked Chen Leng: "Then are you embarrassed?"

Chen Leng: "A little."

The second book asked again: "Is it true or false?"

Chen Leng: "Fake."

Daning soldiers came in from all directions. All the crossbows were empty before pausing a brief moment. As a result, Chen Leng said, "Don't be polite and fight for another round." Then the second round of volleys came again. After the first round of volleys, hundreds of Tianmen Ghosts were released and about a hundred or more, and after the second round, they released more than a hundred more.

Chen Ran leaned against the door and looked at Chen Leng, stretched out his hand, probably meaning that please continue your performance.

Chen Leng curled his lips, and Chen Ran sighed and said, "I thought this was a particularly stylish and exciting revenge drama. Two swordsmen killed people with swords. The ground was covered with blood and corpses. The two swordsmen were not stained with blood. That was so cool. Later, I thought, just fight one round after another. After all, there were too many people. After one round, you would let the second round. This seemed too much."

Chen Leng: "It's so much nonsense, come on."

Chen Ran shrugged: "I won't come, I'm not a swordsman."

Chen Leng returned the bloody scabbard to Xiao Zhang. Xiao Zhang looked at the scabbard and reached out with his hand tremblingly. Chen Ran took the scabbard and said, "I'll take it, wash it and return it to the scabbard."

Chen Leng reached out to take the black-line knife from his personal soldier: "It's better to use a knife."

Chen Ran said: "You have bragged about it just now. People ask you, are you going to use a sword to avenge? You said no, you need to use a sword sheath."

Chen Leng lifted his knife and walked forward: "The probability of shameless people repenting than shameless people."

Chen Ran: "You are so polite."

The second Taoist nodded: "It's not just about being polite, it's also quite modest."

Chen Ran said: "If the probability of your rebellion is not 100%, I will squat and pee from today."

After saying that, he woke up and said that Xiao Zhang was still next to him. The soldiers didn't know that Xiao Zhang was a woman, but Chen Ran and the second edition knew. Chen Ran read this sentence as soon as Chen Ran said, the second edition Taoist came over, so Chen Ran became embarrassed. He smiled embarrassedly: "Actually, I have been squatting and peeing, which is very exciting."

The second book covers his face.

Chen Ran also covered her face: "I'll go out first."

Xiao Zhang's real person turned his head: "I'll go out first."

Chen Ran: "Oh, then I'll stay."

The front yard of Tianmen Taoist Temple was very large. The soldiers who came over the wall from all directions surrounded the circle. The ghost paths that were not overturned by crossbows all retreated back to the hall. The ground outside was full of wailing wounded people, and there were not even one-third of the people who shot the crossbow arrows to death. As Chen Ran waved his hand, the Daning soldiers drew their swords forward. Not long after, none of the people who were wailing on the ground were wailing, and all of them turned into corpses with separate bodies.

The ghost gate in the hall looked at the Daning soldiers cutting their heads one by one, as fierce as they were frightened and their faces turned pale.

The host opened the door and walked out of the hall, pointed at Chen Leng and asked angrily: "Can you fight fairly?!"

Chen Leng nodded: "Can you come, come and you."

The master of the temple looked back at the disciples and asked again: "Can they live?"

"cannot."

Chen Leng walked to the center of the open space: "You can come and kill me, if you kill me, you won't lose that much."

The host of the temple reached out and took the Qiang Knife over, kicked his feet, and kicked the sole of his feet on the threshold, which was directly broken.

He was at least one and a half feet away from Chen Leng. After this kick, the man soared into the air. When he landed, he was already above Shen Leng's head. The master who held the Qiang Sword in both hands slashed down hard. The pressure brought by the Qiang Sword seemed to be able to split the Tianmen Mountain from here.

when!

The black line knife blocked the Qiang Dao's attack, and the cold feet sank down suddenly, and the stone slab under his feet immediately broke.

The host of the audience pulled the knife back and kicked Chen Leng's chest. Chen Leng's feet also kicked out. The two feet collided in the air, and then the two people slid backward at the same time. The sound of the soles of the shoe rubbing against the ground seemed a little harsh.

The master of the temple stabilized his body and rushed over again. The Qiang Knife swept across Chen Leng's chest. Chen Leng slashed over with a knife. The collision between the knife and the knife was stronger than the collision between the feet and the feet. The master of the temple was swept away, and the blade swept over a tree next to it with a thigh-thickness. The knife actually swept over without much blockage, and then the tree fell down with a bang.

Among the fallen leaves, the watcher slashed with a knife. The moment the sword fell, the leaves falling on both sides were taken to sink a little at the same time, so it looked like the space was moving.

At this moment, the cold black-line knife was placed on his left arm, with the back of the knife facing up, and the blade was facing up, and the left arm was holding the black-line knife to meet him. With a crisp sound, the Qiang Knife hit the black-line knife again. The sound of the blow made the eardrums hurt.

After blocking the knife, Chen Leng sank his shoulder and hit the front, and his right shoulder hit the audience's chest. With a muffled sound, the audience's body flew backwards. Generally, no matter what is flying out, there will be parabolas, but the audience flew backwards straight without any arc. It is conceivable how powerful this strike is.

With a bang, the owner's back hit the wall in front of the hall, and the wall collapsed directly into a pit. The bricks and stones that hit the back flew quickly. Several people in the hall who could not dodge were knocked to death by turning their heads.

The owner looked down at the Qiang sword in his hand. His Qiang sword was huge and heavy, but there were several gaps on the blade at this time.

Chen Leng stepped forward, and the viewer also walked out of the wall, carrying a body of falling smoke and dust.

"Your sword technique is a man's sword technique."

The audience looked at Chen Leng and then roared: "Die!"

He strode forward and slashed it with one knife. Chen Leng held the black line knife in both hands and lifted it upwards. The blade drew a black track in the air. After a sound, the heavy Qiang sword was cut off, and half of the knife flew out in a rotating manner. When it landed, a stone slab was broken.

The snob strode back and looked at his right hand. The tiger's mouth had cracked and blood was flowing.

Chen Leng poked the black thread knife aside: "Come on, fist."

The audience member stared at Chen Leng: "You didn't have to fight me this time. You could have ordered the army to massacre long ago, but why did you have to fight?"

"Prove it."
Chapter completed!