Qin Shiyue, who reacted, pulled Dongfang Xi away from the fence in a sluggish state, and advised: "Xiaoxi, you just stay upstairs and are not allowed to go down, you know?" ”

Dongfang Xi broke free from his sluggishness, and was shocked, "Cousin, you go and help the eldest brother!" ”

Stage.

The storyteller lifted the folding fan in his hand, and rushed towards Shang Qing like a powerful arrow.

This move, Shang Qing knew that he couldn't dodge, but he was not a person who could be captured and slaughtered by others, so he stretched out his left hand and grabbed the folding fan tightly, and took more than ten steps back, so that he could stabilize his body.

The aura in Shang Qing's body was running wildly, and the lake in the Yang Pond formed a huge whirlpool, the lake water was surging, and the water column like a mountain rushed straight into the sky, and his left hand pinched it violently, and the folding fan was slightly deformed.

Seeing this, the storyteller in the green shirt was immediately angry, his move was a long-rumored "wave fan" in the rivers and lakes, and the fan bone was made of meteorite from outside the sky, which was indestructible.

A fan is struck, the river is turned into the sea, and the turbid waves are in the air.

Shang Qing quickly grabbed the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand, and slammed it out, the storyteller hurriedly withdrew his hand, his body flipped backwards, and he could dodge, and staggered back after landing, but there was an extra strand of black hair on the stage.

Zheng Sanqiao and the old boatman stretched out their hands in unison and put them on the left and right shoulders of the storyteller, and the storyteller stopped.

Shang Qing let go of his hand, the folding fan fell to the ground, glanced at the storyteller, and swept his eyes around the killer who rushed to the stage, and finally swept to Zheng Sanqiao and the old boatman.

The killers were swept away by that gaze, as if they had been scratched by a knife, and they couldn't help but be suffocated.

Seeing this, a burly man with a big waist and a round waist, rough skin and thick flesh, and a height of nine feet suddenly became angry, strode towards Shang Qing, picked up his majestic and dark right arm, and slapped it on Shang Qing's head.

Shang Qing was as steady as Mount Tai, raised his left hand, clamped the opponent's wrist with his backhand, the burly man pulled his hand hard, but his hand did not move, and in a hurry, he stretched out his left hand to pinch Shang Qing's neck, Shang Qing slammed up with the handle of the knife, and the left arm of the big man instantly collapsed.

Dahan gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, kicked out, Shang Qing dodged sideways, Dahan's wrist was taken by the trend, one staggered, and Shang Qing staggered his position, before he could stabilize the lower plate, the knee socket and the back were three places, there was a sharp pain in the heart, and he fell to his knees on the ground, his whole body convulsed, and he couldn't stand up again.

Seeing this, the rest of the killers scattered and rushed towards Shang Qing, those with knives, those with swords, and a few people around to the sides, cross-bowed and misplaced, ready to attack, ready to attack at any time.

The two killers joined forces from the front, stabbing out the long swords at the same time, and Shang Qing slashed the blades and picked up the two long swords. Just as he was about to fight back, he suddenly saw the two of them retreating in unison, and the four killers on both sides stabbed in the air, Shang Qing jumped up on tiptoe, and then his body fell, and he landed lightly on the tip of the killer's sword.

Shang Qing's feet were violently forced, and the four killers were all brought forward, and the tip of the sword was trampled on the hard floor of the stage.

The four killers saw a flower in front of their eyes, their throats suffocated, and in an instant, a silky wound on their necks overflowed scarlet, and as soon as their heads were lowered, they couldn't breathe a single breath.

It was the time to fight hard, but suddenly his eyes were dark, and his strength seemed to be suddenly withdrawn, and he was so soft that he went down.

Shang Qing put down five people, except for Zheng Sanqiao, the storyteller, and the old boatman, there were still nine killers left.

He turned around and prepared to deal with the two killers on the right first, but the two killers hesitated to step back, Shang Qing took half a step, and the two hurriedly retreated to Zheng Sanqiao and the three.

The rest of the killers also took a few steps back.

The old boatman sighed and stood up: "Xiao Langjun, accept your fate, you can't leave tonight!" ”

Shang Qing was surprised and asked, "You're not dumb?" ”

Shout! The sound of breaking the air hits.

In response to him was an incoming hat.

Shang Qing grabbed it, and the ghostly figure of the old boatman appeared in front of the hat in an instant, and with a gentle push of his dry hand, Shang Qing retreated again and again.

The old boatman's sword, very tattered, basically belongs to the kind of weapon with a bunch of messy symbols engraved on it, and a piece of rusty iron below, this kind of weapon, let alone used to kill people, is difficult to chop wood.

However, even with such a tattered weapon, Shang Qing did not dare to be careless.

Suddenly, the old boatman's figure flashed, and he stabbed at him, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at Shang Qing's lower abdomen.

Shang Qing's right foot froze, and he swung the knife upward, and the sword made a crisp metal collision sound.

Shang Qing threw the hat in his hand violently, and came without being rude, and the sound of breaking through the air roared away, and the old boatman raised his sword and chopped down, and the hat was split in half.

At this time, Shang Qing's body began to dance in a special rhythm.

"Kun into the abyss."

I said silently in my heart.

Immediately, the air flow in the teahouse surged wildly, and the naked eye visibly converged on the blade.

The old boatman hurriedly shouted: "Disperse! ”

At this moment, Shang Qing felt that he was the kun, he began to run in small steps, and after about four or five steps, his hands and feet suddenly exerted force, and he jumped up on the ground, without saying a word, and slashed off his head.

This knife is majestic and powerful.

What kind of character is the old boatman, in the face of such a sharp blow, the corners of his mouth just rose slightly, and he stomped his foot slightly, and a ripple rippled out, and he raised his hand slightly, raised his sword, and with a bang, two bright lights burst out.

The light dissipated, and the two of them each took a few steps back.

"Huh!" The old boatman chuckled lightly and said, "You are very good, but your cultivation is still too shallow. ”

With that, he suddenly exerted force in his hand, and the sharp sword qi swept out, Shang Qing shouted, held the hilt of the knife with both hands, dodged the sword qi, and suddenly jumped up again and slashed down.

Hearing only the crisp sound of "clang", as if the sky was falling apart, Shang Qing's body was slightly deviated, and the old boatman's broken sword and his knife collided violently again again, making a crisp sound.

The next moment, the broken sword in the old boatman's hand was broken in two, and Shang Qing's saber, which was already full of cracks, also shattered, and the whole person flew out upside down and smashed on the ground under the stage, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

The old boatman looked at Shang Qing in surprise and said incredulously: "You ......"

"Who are you?"

Shang Qing's physical strength was no longer what it used to be, he stood up, his expression was awe-inspiring, and he asked rhetorically.

"Me? Hehe. The old boatman smiled lightly and said, "You don't need to know. ”

"Hmph~"

Shang Qing snorted coldly: "Since you don't say it, then hit you until you say it!" ”

Qin Shiyue jumped down from the second floor, came to the aid with a horizontal knife in his hand, stood beside Shang Qing, and asked, "Brother Shang, are you okay?" ”

Dongfang Xi stood by the half-broken fence and dropped the horizontal knife in his hand: "Big brother, take the knife." ”

Shang Qing caught it, drew the knife out of the sheath, the knife body was black, and there were bursts of ghostly light, good knife!

He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, laughed loudly, and raised his fighting spirit: "Third brother, and look at it, the eldest brother will show you one, and kill one person in ten steps." ”