Unarmed, with an inch of iron in hand.
There is no handle, and the back of the knife is unshaped. There is only one blade that seems to be sharper than a fingernail, and it is no more than one foot and three inches long.
And the person holding the blade seems to have only one right hand left.
But he is still the best swordsman in the world, and it has been hard for him to wear away his sharpness even if he has been hidden in the snow in Yufeng Mountain for more than 20 years.
The sea breeze swept across the mountain, and a dead leaf was about to fall. Suddenly, it was disturbed and shriveled off from the branch.
The moment the curtain was lifted, the dancer's thin singing voice came out from the crack of the door, which seemed to imply that an ominous cold wind was pouring into the tent, stirring up the restless hearts of those who were yelling and killing in the distance.
The young samurai didn't know the seriousness, or tried their best to suppress their anxiety, or they were arrogant, and they didn't care at all. Only the old dogs who survived with their scars narrowed their eyes, waiting for a flagon that appeared behind the crack of the door.
At this moment, a middle-aged man near the door suddenly jumped up, raised his hand and threw the table knife on the seat, hitting the wine jug, it shattered cleanly with a "bang", and the wine dripped land.
He could see clearly that the back of the hand holding the flagon had distinct muscles and bones, and it was definitely not a woman's hand.
Pu Ya's family ran wild across the mainland with twelve loyal dogs. Even if twenty years have passed, the present is not what it used to be, and they are not vegetarians.
The moment the jug exploded, two people rushed over at the same time, one on the left and one on the right. One turned into a giant beast, and the roar almost lifted the magnificent tent. Surprisingly, he also has a horse-chopping knife in his hand, but this knife has undergone special treatment. The handle is slightly shorter, but the blade is narrow and long. good knife.
Bei Shi turned sideways very sensitively, just to let the giant beast rushing over, and then he grabbed the mane on the neck of the giant beast with his left hand, jumped up suddenly, almost volleyed over the giant beast's neck , the chasing saber brushed past his shoulder, and he dodged it almost exactly.
The weight that a big man swung over was naturally not light, the giant beast's neck was almost lifted by him, and it didn't come up in one breath, but before he had time to stop, he felt that his neck was being hugged.
When the Beishi people were still in the air, they made such a movement very naturally, as if hugging the pet's neck affectionately, and the right hand holding the knife passed under the giant beast's neck almost gently, and then he walked When it landed, it was as light as a feather without a sound. The giant beast that was let go rushed forward thirty steps by inertia, and fell to the ground with a loud noise. The blood spurted from its cut throat stained the bloody ground.
The man with the saber didn't realize the change, he just instinctively slashed the air and chased him with the saber, only heard a "choke", his saber was blocked, and the iron collided, the tyrannical force called The wrist holding the saber trembled violently, and he couldn't help taking half a step back. The curtain that was lifted suddenly fell, and greeted his face, blocking his sight, and the man with the saber hurriedly stepped back a few steps , Use your hands to uncover the heavy curtain.
At this moment, a killing intent that was so cold that it almost materialized struck out of thin air. For a moment, the hairs on this veteran warrior's hair stood on end, and he almost wanted to throw away his sword and run away.
However, it was too late.
The sound of bones cracking seemed to reach his ears through different channels, as clear as thunder. He lowered his head and saw an unformed waste knife passing straight through the thick felt curtain, passing through without muddling. His chest was invincible.
At this moment, the dead leaves fluttering in the wind just fell to the ground.
Bei Shi wanted to cough a bit, but he lightly licked the blood on the blade, tasted the cold, salty taste, and suppressed the tightness in his chest.
The blood licked from the tip of a knife made of cold iron in the cold winter has the same taste as the wine buried under the almond blossom tree for the whole winter in April.
There is nothing else that can make a man drunk to death in the prime of his life.
Hai Lan didn't go forward, he looked at Bei Shi surrounded by ten people, and he didn't seem to panic, he even stretched out his hand to stop Chang'an who was a little uneasy and wanted to go forward, and said firmly: "The best Knife skills can be as gentle as a hug, or they can split boulders fiercely, making even the hardest armor in the world have nowhere to hide.
He spoke harshly, but his eyes were extremely gentle.
It’s just that Chang’an stared at Bei Shi with good eyes, and didn’t notice the expression of the person next to him. It’s rare to hear this man who cherishes words like gold explain, and he also asked unceremoniously: “I don’t have the strength of Master. A useless knife can split a boulder, but I must at least borrow the weight of my saber."
Hailan glanced at him quietly, and asked calmly, "Didn't you realize that he was born left-handed?"
Chang An was taken aback, and almost blurted out "impossible", but the days of living with Bei Shi on the mountain flashed through his mind like lightning - no wonder he always felt that there was a little subtlety between Bei Shi's actions. awkward!
Bei Shi's left hand has been useless for many years, and he can't hold a knife. He has no problems in daily life. He has covered it up very well, but people who are born left-handed usually have the left eye as the dominant eye. Different. Chang'an was already very sensitive to human movements, but he was naturally focused and focused, and didn't think much about insignificant things, so he didn't notice it until Hailan pointed it out.
Chang An learned swordsmanship at the age of seven, and it can be said that he has not slacked off for more than ten years. His talent is extremely low and extremely high. Low enough to have a frail body that doesn't look like a samurai, but high enough to have a photographic memory for killing techniques and understand by analogy.
However, maybe because of his temperament, or maybe he is more or less limited by his body, he always subconsciously uses hard moves and fierce weapons to offset his innate weakness . So although his precise kung fu has been practiced to the bone, he always seems to be a little bit rampant.
Chang An suddenly realized something.
He suddenly understood why Bei Shi's knife had no handle, nor did it have a well-polished back, because that man regarded himself as the handle and the back of the knife, flowing freely, as he pleased, without any stagnation or stagnation at all. Craftsmanship is so natural that it seems to have become one with the east wind—the wind with blades.
Although Chang'an said he was heartless and didn't care about his dragging body, it was a fact after all, and it was always an invisible barrier. Even Bei Shi didn't let him carry a saber, but gave him such an inability to wear a saber. Counting the iron piece of the weapon, he felt awkward no matter what, like a tortoise whose shell had been peeled off.
But if a person's dominant hand is abandoned, and he can reach such a peak again, what is his little problem
It seemed that the barrier that had been imprisoning him had suddenly disappeared, and he felt cheerful. Chang'an seemed to have caught something, and he couldn't describe it for a while.
While he was in a daze, the knife in Bei Shi's hand passed one man's neck, just hit the other man's long sword, and parried the other man's weapon, but he didn't know that he killed eleven people in a row at this time After all, the knife that was exhausted and still not formed could not be used. With a "snap", the knife in Bei Shi's hand was cut into two pieces.
Without even thinking about it, Hailan rushed up, turned into a giant beast with a roar, and jumped on the man from behind. This is an old guy, very cunning, he heard the wind behind him, and it was useless to throw out a sword. , then no longer cared about Bei Shi, and rolled away on the spot, dodging Hailan's attack.
He had already spotted the direction of Chang'an, and saw that he was standing there inappropriately, dazed, blown by the strong wind like a man made of paper, and immediately fled in his direction without hesitation.
He rose from the ground in three steps, turned into a giant beast, with its front paws lifted off the ground, it was as high as a person, trying to press down on Chang An's shoulders. The cunning old man had a good plan in mind, with this claw, the skinny young man in front of him would be torn apart, saving him another bite.
Seeing him rushing towards him, Chang An didn't know how to dodge in a daze, as if he had been frightened stupid.
The giant beast saw a useless knife more than a foot long in his hand, and raised its claws to press down the blade without thinking. Do you want to use a small knife to pry up your huge body as tall as a person like a warrior with academic ability
Of course, Changan couldn't, he let go if he couldn't hold it, and there were times when he was forced to let go before, but he was never so calm. The external force took it back—as if it was just a thin blade bent down naturally under a strong pressure, so it was natural to let go.
Then his body seemed to be pressed down by an invisible force, and he turned sideways following the released knife.
The giant beast's claws were almost pressing on him, and the strong wind almost blinded Chang An's eyes. His hair was a little disheveled, and flew out from the side of his cheek, revealing a beautiful side face. The knife landed and bounced vertically again At this moment, Chang An grabbed the bottom of the raised knife.
A knife stabbed into the giant beast's jaw.
Chang'an had a thousand ways to kill this orc, but none like this.
Let nature take its course and lift the weight lightly.
He stood there in a daze, as if he was still reminiscing about his knife.
Hai Lan seemed a little surprised, and said to Bei Shi, "He has a bit of understanding."
"My apprentice, that's not comprehension, that's spirituality." Bei Shi said indifferently, then he looked down at the broken knife on the ground, his eyes flickered, he didn't say anything, just sighed with some melancholy .
Hearing this, Hailan covered herself with half of her body, and carefully took his hand.
Bei Shi said expressionlessly: "The heads of Pu Ya's family run really fast, and they have the ability to shrink their heads."
Hailan: "Yes."
Bei Shi said again: "Then don't chase after him!"
Hailan: "Yes."
Bei Shi shook his hand twice, unable to shake off his hand, couldn't help frowning and said, "You stick."
With a slight smile on Hailan's face, she still said, "Yes."
After a while, Hai Lan added: "I just saw the firework signal, I think it was a signal to the people at the North City Gate, the leader of Huayi has a plan, if he outflanks there, Pu Ya's family will throw themselves into the trap, don't worry .”
Bei Shi frowned: "That kid..."
Hailan's long sleeves hung down from the animal-skin waistcoat, almost covering the place where the two of them clasped their hands. He softly interrupted his complaint and said, "Your hands are cold."
Bei Shi was stunned, and suddenly avoided his gaze. The two of them seemed to have exchanged roles in an instant, and the saw-beaked gourd became someone. After a long while, Bei Shi seemed a little impatient, and said in a low voice: " Um."