"It seems that you are looking for me, and you haven't fought yet, so I don't know who is dead or alive. The entertainer said, assuming an attack stance.

Han Qu looked at the tongue that spit out like a snake letter when the artist spoke, and his face turned cold and said, "Snake? ”

The artist didn't say much nonsense, kicked his feet, and flew towards Han Qu like a snake, his two hands made claws, and crashed into Han Qu's arms, as if he wanted to penetrate Han Qu's body with one blow.

Han Qu threw the wine jug towards the entertainer with his left hand, turned around and threw his right hand in the direction of the entertainer, and the long sword flew out of his sleeve and hit the entertainer with the flask.

The entertainer clasped his hands together and grabbed the wine jug, but then the hilt of the long sword hit him on the door of his head, and he was a little dazed and stopped rushing forward.

Seeing this, Han Qu hurriedly took two steps forward, approached the distance, and kicked out.

The artist put his arms in front of his chest and blocked Han Qu's kick, but he was still kicked back a few steps and half-knelt on the ground.

Taking a breath, the entertainer looked up at Han Qu and found that Han Qu had already grabbed the long sword and stood firm, and was about to raise his sword to cut it.

The entertainer rolled to the side, dodged the sword, stood up, jumped twice, moved his muscles and said, "The strength is quite strong." ”

Han Qu didn't say anything, turned around and rushed over, the long sword in his hand pointed directly at the throat of the artist, and he was about to take it down with one blow.

Behind the artist was the wall, and there was no room to dodge, so he kicked the wall, making Han Qu's sword miss, and at the same time kicked the wall and twisted his body, and an extra stick appeared on his right hand and pulled it towards Han Qu.

Han Qu had to return to his sword to block, and was forced to retreat a few steps by the artist.

Stabilizing his figure, Han Qu looked at the entertainer and said, "The strength is not small." ”

"Hmph, you're not bad either. The entertainer picked up the long stick and smashed it down on Han Qu's head.

Han Qu flashed sideways, pressed the long sword on the stick, and slashed at the entertainer along the body of the stick, forcing him to throw away the long stick, otherwise he would cut off his fingers.

The artist's long stick rotated horizontally, broke out from the suppression of the long sword, and struck at Han Qu's back.

Han Qu stopped the momentum of rushing forward, dodged the stick with an iron plate bridge, propped his left hand on the ground, and rolled to the side to avoid the pursuit of the artist.

Standing firm, there was a fifteen steps between Han Qu and the entertainer.

One with a sword and the other with a stick, both of them are on the move, looking for the best opportunity to attack.

Han Qu suddenly erupted, stabbing straight with a sword, his hand trembled, and a phantom appeared at the tip of the sword, as if multiple swords were attacking together.

The entertainer danced on the stick screen to resist Han Qu's continuous attacks.

"Hey!"

With a loud shout, the artist seemed to have seen through Han Qu's swordsmanship, and hit Han Qu's long sword with a stick, and the long stick in his hand pointed directly at Han Qu's head.

Han Qu didn't have time to stabilize his body, kicked his feet, and crashed into the artist's arms, dodging the long stick, and the long sword was pointed at the artist's throat.

The artist's body turned, and the long stick was picked back. The stick hit Han Qu firmly and sent Han Qu flying, but Han Qu still flew out of the long sword in his hand and shot at the artist.

The entertainer didn't have time to return the stick at this time, so he had to run to the side, and his shoulder was cut by the long sword, and snake scales were exposed at the wound.

The long sword slashed the artist's shoulder and pinned it to the wall, and although it didn't do more damage, it also prevented a possible pursuit and allowed Han Qu to catch his breath.

Han Qu fell to the ground, rubbed it out a long way, got up from the ground with a breath, and stared at the entertainer to adjust his internal breath.

The entertainer looked at the scratches on the scales that were brought out by the long sword, gritted his teeth and said, "You ruined this skin and left scars on my body, how can I compensate for it?"

Han Qu had already stabilized his internal breath, stood up straight and said, "How about compensating you for a jar, add some ingredients, and make a jar of snake soup." ”

"Your sword is gone, and you are still taking advantage of your tongue, and I will take your skin to make a new one. Han Qu's words made the artist even more angry.

The entertainer ran two steps, jumped up, raised the long stick in his hand above his head, and slashed straight towards Han Qu, shouting in his mouth: "Die!"

Han Qu stood in place, not dodging, smiling and watching the entertainer attack him, as if he had given up resistance.

Seeing that this stick was falling on Han Qu's body, a loud shout suddenly came: "The demon is rampant!"

It turned out that it was Shen Congrong and Feng Muge who arrived, and it was Feng Muge who made the sound of cheering.

I saw Feng Muge jumping to the wall next to him, galloping all the way, jumping high when he was forty steps away from the artist, waving his hand, and the long sword went straight to the heart of the artist.

The entertainer had no way to borrow his strength in the air, so he didn't have time to dodge, so he forcibly twisted the long stick and struck at the long sword.

With a bang, the stick and the sword intersected, and the long sword was picked up in the air by the stick, but the entertainer was hit by this blow and fell to the ground.

Han Qu looked at the fallen artist, flew up, kicked the artist in the back of the heart, and made the artist back. In the air, Feng Muge grabbed the long sword and slashed at the artist with a sword.

Seeing that the entertainer was about to die under Feng Muge's sword, a tongue suddenly appeared, entangled the entertainer, and pulled out the attack range of Feng Muge's long sword. Feng Muge slashed through the air with a sword, landed smoothly on the ground, and looked at the direction in which his tongue appeared.

Han Qu also retrieved his long sword and looked in the direction in which his tongue appeared.

I saw that the entertainer had landed smoothly, and the tongue wrapped around his waist was also retracted, and a person flashed out from behind the entertainer, it was Zhou Tu'an, the cook of Qingyangju in Mulian Town.

Seeing the appearance of the person who came, Feng Muge said: "Zhou Tu'an?"

Zhou Tuan said with a smile: "I didn't expect to see guests here, it's really fate." ”

"So, Zhou Tu'an caught in Mulian Town is a fake?" Shen calmly walked to Feng Muge's side, looked at Zhou Tu'an and asked.

"Sir, it's really a fake. Zhou Tuan bowed to Shen Congrong.

"So, in the reception room of the Taishou Mansion this afternoon, it was you who made that magic sound?" asked Shen Congrong.

"Sir is smart, indeed I am, but there is no time to answer his questions right now, and I will take him away. Zhou Tuan patted the auction artist on the shoulder and prepared to take the artist away.

But unexpectedly, the artist glanced at Zhou Tuan and said, "Let's go, they hurt me, I want them to die." ”

Saying that, the artist looked at Han Channel again: "Moreover, that kid's skin is very good, I want to use it to make a new skin." ”

Zhou Tu'an glanced at the artist with interest, took two steps back, and made a gesture of please: "Since that's the case, please." ”

Seeing that Zhou Tu'an didn't have any intention of fighting together, the artist snorted coldly, dragged the long stick and took a few steps forward, and invited Han Qu to fight: "Come on, boy." ”

Feng Muge saw that Han Qu was injured, and took two steps forward, ready to make a move for Han Qu, but he didn't expect Han Qu to stop Feng Muge and said: "He is looking for me to fight, how can I let you go." ”

Feng Muge understood that this involved the dignity of Han Qu, as well as the dignity of Han and Xuan Zhenguan, so he retreated, but he still held the hilt of the sword in his hand, ready to support at any time.

At both ends of the street, on one side are Shen Congrong and Zhou Tu'an, and they have turned the middle of the street into a battlefield for Han Qu and the artists.

The entertainer took the lead in attacking, using a long stick as a gun, and pointed towards Han Qu.

Han Qu blocked it sideways, and with a twist of his hand, a cold light split from the long sword and slashed towards the entertainer from the stick. At this time, the artist knew that Han Qu was a sword with a mother's edge.

The entertainer took two steps back, danced in his hand, drew a circle with a long stick, and turned on the stick with a cold light, but could not approach his fingers.

Han Qu took advantage of this time to bypass the long stick and attack from the side and rear of the artist.

The artist took a wrong step under his feet, turned the long stick, shook his hand hard, and threw the cold light towards Han Qu, which was to return the favor to the other side.

Han Qu's long sword was a little, as if it was a magnet, and the cold light turned on the blade and returned to the blade, but the blade at this time was two feet longer than at the beginning.

With a swing of the sword, the entertainer was forced to retreat and block the blade with a long stick. However, although the long sword slashed at the long stick, the tip of the blade detached again, spinning and slashing towards the artist's abdomen.

The artist's long stick propped up on the ground, and the whole person jumped upwards to avoid this attack, and the blade of the sword turned and slashed over.

After the artist cut the blade of the sword, he fell to the ground, lungeed to collect the stick, and still stabbed towards Han Qu like a gun.

But when he heard the sound of the sharp blade spinning behind him, the artist had a bad heart, and bent down his upper body, but he was still cut through the back by the sword blade that came back, and another huge wound revealed the snake scales inside, one of which was glowing with purple light, and it was the scale that was taken away in the reception room in the afternoon.

"Ah!" the entertainer let out a cry of pain, straightened up, and stabbed the long stick forward, threatening to kill Han Qu on the spot.

Han Qu turned over and retreated, retreating ten steps away, his long sword pointed diagonally at the ground, looked at the entertainer and said, "It turns out that you were the one who stole the scales in the afternoon, and this entertainer is the skin you are looking for temporarily." ”

The entertainer gritted his teeth and stared at Han Channel: "I want you to die, I want you to die!"

As he spoke, he ran two steps and slashed down at Han Qu with the long stick in his hand.

Han Qu's hand shook, and the blade flew out again, spinning and cutting towards the artist. But the artist didn't dodge or dodge this time, and let the blade cut.

Han Qu dodged the stick sideways, and the blade of the sword cut through the left body of the entertainer, and some scales were also cut off, but the entertainer did not show any signs of stopping.

Han Qu felt that something was wrong, but it was too late, a snake tail burst out of the ground and pierced Han Qu's body, and the long sword in Han Qu's hand turned around, cutting off the snake tail and retreating.

The entertainer turned his head to look at Han Qu, who was seriously injured, and shouted, "Take your life!"

The long stick in his hand slammed horizontally at Han Qu, but it stopped less than two inches away from Han Qu's ear.

I saw that the long sword in Han Qu's hand pointed at the center of the artist's eyebrows, and a blade rotated on the long sword to form a longer long sword, but the center of the artist's eyebrows had a transparent hole, and it was still bleeding, this battle was won by Han Qu.