The self-righteous Pan Qing was impatient to show his spicy and vicious magic skills after a passionate rambling session.

With a flick of his fingers, Pan Qing's arrogant hands were already pushing his robe out of his sleeves. I saw Pan Qing's lower body suddenly lift back, and he instantly floated sideways in the air. Because his clothes were too long, the folded rags dragged straight down to the ground, while Pan Qing's lithe body was still lying on his side in the air more than five feet high. For a while, it was dark, the claw shadows were continuous, and Pan Qing's ruthless claws were wreaking havoc on Chen Wen. Unbelievably and unimaginably, its claws are as hard as steel weapons, fierce and powerful, cutting branches and leaves, and the power is huge. Grabbing the slashes, the forest attracted floating leaves and grassroots, indulging back and forth to the place where the two duel like headless flies, and not only that, but even the sturdy bark on the trunks of nearby trees was blown apart by Pan Qing's sharp claw wind.

At the same time, Chen Wen did not condone Pan Qing to vent his arrogance wantonly, but used the method of "countering violence with violence" to suppress Pan Qing, so that Pan Qing had no way to "kill" by his own temperament. I saw Chen Wen play a series of exaggerated manners with almost abstract movements, first pulling out the sharp thin sword, making the thin sword twist between his nimble slaps. After that, he hung the golden hook upside down, standing upside down in mid-air as high as Pan Qing, and twisting his waist to make the sword. After several swings, the sword qi descended through the ghost mansion and penetrated the sky, and wave after wave of wild sweeping wind was powerful, heading straight into the sky, swallowing Changhong......

Even though Chen Wen held a sword weapon and had deep internal strength, he still couldn't defeat the equally powerful Pan Qing with excellent martial arts.

At the same time, the three Jin Kingdom minions who were waiting at the exit of the southeast corner of the Shennongjia dense forest had already begun to despair, and they looked at the silent Lin Zikou and secretly regretted it. One of them, named Xiao Liang, looked at the other two accomplices on horseback and said in disappointment, "Little Red...... Xiao Lu, it seems that the 'Skeleton Icon' surnamed Peng is no longer in the world, and we have lost it! Hey, what can we do now? We can't explain to Prince Bo when we go back. Xiaohong, who was sitting in another saddle, comforted him and said, "Don't worry, little girl, we can think of other ways, I believe that we will be able to rob their darts before the third day of the seventh month." Xiao obediently pursed his lips and said: "Cut, don't bluff me, you know that 'I' is the eldest of the three of us, the one in charge, and the one who takes responsibility, and I can't complete the task, and it's not 'you' who loses my head." Damn Xiaohong, hum!" Xiao Lu suddenly interjected: "Good brother, how can you say that? The three of us are grasshoppers on the same rope, what kind of mistake do you have, we two can still have good fruit to eat? Hey, don't complain, everyone is for the good of the prince, Prince Bo is as kind to us as a mountain, we can't be sorry for him!" Xiao Liang lowered his towering head and muttered in a restrained voice: "Oh! It makes sense, I was wrong! I'm sorry...... Little Red. Xiaohong responded: "Okay, okay, while the people from the 'Shentian Dart Bureau' haven't come out yet, let's hurry up, if their dart master finds out, our heads will be moved." When the little girl heard this, he nodded frantically, and his movements were extremely funny.

So, the three of them decided to leave here first, galloping towards the territory of the Southern Song Dynasty, pondering other ways to rob darts as they went.

Inadvertently, the blue sky was already gone, the moon was in the sky, and the passing time had flowed into a dull and hot dark fragrant moonlit night, eroding the original eerie and terrifying appearance of the Shennongjia Wild Forest. I don't know what happened to the raging and tragic duel in the forest at this time.

At this moment, Chen Wen and Pan Qing, who were fighting hard, were already tired, and before they knew it, they couldn't help but fight for thousands of rounds, but they still didn't know the winner. The "ruthless feet" of the two of them kicking each other in mid-air began to go numb, but none of them dared to relax and land, but continued to engage in the cruel competition of flesh and hand collision with iron swords. It should be pointed out that Pan Qing practiced Tongzi Gong, and the flesh and skin of his hands were extremely hard, and when he hit the sword, he would not cause any damage.

It is better to touch it than to happen by chance, taking advantage of the full moon night when the silver light is like frost and snow, Pan Qing suddenly thought that he still has the skill of "shaking his fingers and plucking the strings", not at this time, but when? I saw Pan Qing's claws pushing towards Chen Wen's thin sword, so that the still body could bounce back and dodge. In the extremely short time of the flight, Pan Qing removed the heavy wooden box on his back and took out the erhu from the wooden box that had not been played for a long time.

What people never expected was that Chen Wen, who was so proficient in swordsmanship, was actually a complete music expert, who had been studying music for 20 years.

I saw that Chen Wen, who was flying forward and chasing Pan Qing with a sword, also turned to the ground in an instant, and pulled out a jade flute with his left hand from his waist, where ordinary people wore jade sachets, and then immediately docked the jade flute to the corner of his mouth, ready to play at any time. At the same time, his right hand had already dropped the thin sword, so that his fingers could come up and press the sound hole of the jade flute.

In an instant, the instruments of the two sounded almost simultaneously.

Pan Qing held the pole in his left hand and plucked the bow in his right hand, trembling and crazy, and the strength was huge, revealing the mood of impetuousness and anger accumulation, resulting in the dispersion of murderous energy, weak sound moves, and strong internal force could not be released. On the contrary, Chen Wen is panting softly, playing the rules of the sonata, the palace, the Shang, the horn, the sign, and the feather, all of which are properly controlled, and the ups and downs of the tone and the priority of the audio are even more freely changing.

Under the strange and distant sound of the two of them, the branches and leaves of the nearby trees were scattered, insects and birds fell to the ground, thatched grass was pulled out, sand and stones were flying, and dew was condensed......

After a while, somehow, Pan Qing muttered with a painful expression, as if he was squeezing something in his mouth, and suddenly, his chest was sunken back, his head shook forward, and he spit out a mouthful of very thick blood, and then he was dizzy and dizzy. I saw that his hands weakly let go of the erhu, and his feet wandered in a small place in front of him. In a trance, his body swayed, and then he closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

Through the hazy moonlight, you can vaguely see that Chen Wen's face is still ruddy, listen carefully, even the sound of his breathing is so peaceful, not hurried at all. It seems that Chen Wen easily turned Pan Qingzhen into a severe internal injury, and Chen Wen's kung fu was really good.

According to the rules set by Xiong Bapeng's dart head, for those dart robbers who have no one in their eyes, they must be killed and eradicated, so as not to leave disasters in the future. But at this moment, Chen Wen didn't want to kill Pan Qing, I don't know if it was because of the water in his brain or some other reason, anyway, Chen Wen thought that this person was the only opponent he had met in his life, and he wanted to fight again in the future, so he couldn't bear to kill him.

So, Chen Wen jumped into the carriage and got some dry food from the huge "square box". Soon, Chen Wen ate them by dividing them by two, and then guided the six lazy horses that were tired and not tired to death to continue on their way. The wheels of the carriage rubbed against the clothes of Pan Qing, who was unconscious.

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