"Master, I have a request."
Ever since the swordsman was subdued, he had not communicated with Du Feng. After releasing the White Bone Banner, the swordsman actually took the initiative to communicate with him. Not only did he communicate, he even made a request. He hoped that Du Feng would be able to defeat the black-skinned otherworld martial artists and save the other swordsman. He could help to persuade the other swordsman to join Du Feng's side.
Every swordsman from the World of Swords knew that their final fate was to be used by humans. But they also had their own principles, they were not willing to be owned by some rotten people, nor were they willing to be captured by those who did not understand the sword.
The black-skinned otherworld martial artists did not understand the sword at all, they only had two goals for capturing the swordsman. Either they wanted to sell it for money, or they wanted to melt it and use it for other purposes. Du Feng did not understand the black-skinned otherworld martial artists, but the swordsman did.
Once the swordsman was captured by these fellows, his fate would be very miserable. He could not be melted, his body would no longer be able to become a sword, and he would be absorbed by them. The specific process was to first melt the swordsman into molten iron, then apply a thin layer of it on the skin. After absorbing it, another layer would be applied. After many repetitions, the swordsman would be gone.
The swordsman's soul would be even more miserable, it would be placed into a transparent bottle, then poured in a special potion. The effect of this potion was to melt their soul. After it was melted into water, the black-skinned otherworld martial artists would drink it, using it to increase their strength.
To put it bluntly, these black-skinned martial artists were monsters that specialized in eating swordsmen. Of course, they did not only eat swords, they could also take other good weapons and melt them into molten iron, then apply it on their body. This was also why their skin was so black, and their palms were as sharp as blades.
"Okay, I will find a chance to make my move."
Just as Du Feng was communicating with the swordsman, Qiao Fu had already exchanged a few blows with the black-skinned martial artist. He was indeed a veteran martial artist, his martial arts foundation was very solid. At first, he did not expect the other party's body to be so sturdy, so he was at a disadvantage.
After gaining experience, he used his movement technique to attack while moving. He only used his broadaxe to greet his opponent, not using his body to fight head-on. Several times, the black-skinned martial artist could not hurt him. On the contrary, a few white marks were left on his shiny black skin by the axe.
Tsk, tsk, tsk … That strike was really thick.
After Du Feng saw it, he was also amazed in his heart. No wonder this black-skinned otherworldly martial artist was so arrogant. Qiao Fu's weapon could not even harm him. If he were to use a sharp weapon like a sword or a spear, he might be able to try attacking the eyes and other weak spots.
The axe was too big and cumbersome. The skin on the opponent's forearm and shoulder was useless. Qiao Fu was still stubbornly holding on, mainly for the sake of face. In addition, the other party's footwork was not as nimble as his, so he would not be injured for the time being.
Du Feng pondered over the swordsman's description of the black-skinned otherworld martial artist and then secretly sent a message to Qiao Fu, "Old man, try attacking the same spot."
Du Feng's suggestion was for Qiao Fu to repeatedly attack the same spot, which was the left side of the black-skinned martial artist's neck. Because Qiao Fu only had one arm left, it was more convenient to attack the opponent's left side. Of course, the prerequisite was that he had to be accurate.
Because Qiao Fu was fighting, he did not reply, but he remembered Du Feng's words. He used his movement technique to dodge, his broadaxe flying up and down, dazzling everyone's eyes. While the black-skinned martial artist was not paying attention, his broadaxe chopped down on the left side of his neck.
He wasn't slashing horizontally, but he was slashing downwards with the force of cutting. This chop was still unable to harm the black-skinned martial artist. But the white mark on the neck was more obvious. It felt like a lot of the outer cuticle had been cut off.
There was hope! Qiao Fu immediately understood Du Feng's meaning. Even if he chopped the neck, he would not be able to kill the black-skinned martial artist in one go. But as long as his attack was accurate, the next chop on the white mark would gradually destroy the opponent's defenses.
Unless his entire body was as hard as his skin, once his defenses were broken, he would definitely fall apart. Qiao Fu was invigorated by his successful attack. The wound on his left arm was no longer bleeding, and his movements had also become faster.
Qiao Fu was originally a strength-type martial artist, and his movement technique was not the best among them. But these black-skinned martial artists relied on their instincts to fight. They did not seem to use any high-level battle techniques, nor did they know any movement techniques. So if they really fought, Qiao Fu's movement technique had the advantage.
Interesting. Du Feng continued to observe, and discovered that these black-skinned martial artists relied on their powerful physiques to fight. At most, he would have some experience in fighting, but it was completely different from practicing his combat skills. Their method was similar to that of many powerful demonic beasts, relying on their instincts.
"Zi la …"
After fighting for a while, Qiao Fu found an opportunity to chop down on the black-skinned martial artist's neck. Without any deviation, it followed the white mark from before. There was a "zi la" sound, and sparks flew like a dagger across metal.
This time, he found the right position, and with more force, a groove appeared on the other party's neck. Unfortunately, he still did not manage to cut the blood vessels inside. It had to be said that the black-skinned martial artist's skin was really thick, like a rhinoceros.
"Hmph, don't run if you dare."
After succeeding for the second time, Qiao Fu was confident. He believed that as long as he added another chop to the same position, the other party's neck would definitely bleed. Because that strike just now had a jerky feeling. It wasn't the same feeling as when he struck the iron pillar at the beginning. This meant that after the wound deepened, it was not far from the soft muscles, blood vessels, and other tissues inside.
"Ji ji gu gu … Ji ji ji …"
The black-skinned otherworldly cultivator grew anxious and stopped speaking arrogantly. Instead, he began to mutter something. As soon as he finished speaking, the other black-skinned martial artists pounced on him.
"Courting death!"
If the enemy does not move, I will not move. If the enemy moves, I will move first. The Kenji finally made his move. The willow-leaf-shaped sword auras around him flew out in a flash. When the remaining black-skinned martial artists saw this, they hurriedly used their arms to protect their heads. The sword auras were not as cumbersome as the broadaxe, and could attack their eyes, ears, and nostrils at any time.
"Zi la la …"
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