"Haha, since I just broke into the prison, I put life and death aside. You are jade and I am rotten iron. If I kill one more here, I will make a profit."
Sikong Fu smiled calmly, took the sword from the guard behind him, and threw it to Situ Quan. I was stunned for a moment. How could this be a good song?
"In the end, we need an understanding. Draw your sword, Situ Quan."
Situ Quan's body was slightly startled.
"I do not know what you're talking about."
"Since you have put your life and death at risk, you are not afraid to fight alone with me. If you defeat me, you can take Pan Ai and Lin Zhengqi away, and I will not be in trouble. You don't need to use folk ventriloquism to talk to me. Listen.
It’s awkward.”
Sikong Fu held the hilt of the sword in his hand. Hearing a clang sound, the long sword was unsheathed and "draw the sword."
Situ Quan thought for a moment and removed the dagger from my neck. He slowly pulled off the mask on his face with his slender fingers and returned to his normal voice and said:
"I have offended Your Majesty."
As he finished speaking, Situ Quan used Qing Kung Fu to attack Sikong Fu.
Sikong Fuxu did not expect that Situ Quan would strike so quickly. Although he had time to resist Situ Quan's impending attack with his sword, he still took two steps back. The guards behind him drew their swords towards Situ Quan out of fear that their master would be injured.
Sikong Fu scolded, "This is an issue between me and him. If anyone interferes, the nine tribes will be implicated."
With the flash of swords and shadows, you come and go, and the originally small place becomes even more crowded. Although the two fought for a long time, they still couldn't decide the winner, but in terms of physical strength, Situ Quan clearly had the upper hand.
Sikong Fu seemed to be playing a cat-and-mouse game. He could defeat Situ Quan with one move, but when it came to that move, he immediately stopped and gave Situ Quan a chance to counterattack. He repeated this several times even if Situ Quan didn't.
Anyone killed by Sikong Fu will be exhausted to death.
Even I can see this swordsmanship. How could Situ Quan, a martial arts practitioner, fall into the trap without knowing it? Maybe he just wanted to fight tooth and nail and not let go of the slightest chance.
With a "clang" sound, the long sword held tightly in Situ Quan's hand fell to the ground. Sikong Fu seemed to no longer want to play this game, and struck Situ Quan with another palm from close range, knocking Situ Quan to my feet.
Situ Quan covered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood. When he raised his head, Sikong Fu's long sword was already pointing at him.
"I haven't given you a chance. You can't seize every opportunity. How can you protect her?"
"I'm willing to admit defeat and kill me."
Situ Quan was indeed as he said, regardless of life and death. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a hint of unyielding rebellious smile.
"Do you really think that a widower will not take your life?"
Sikong Fu raised his hand, and I was startled. I thought that now I was going to see a real case of the despicable human life in ancient times. At that moment, a figure came over and blocked Situ Quan with his own body as a target.
, his stubborn little face raised arrogantly.
"If you want to kill him, kill me first."
Besides Pan Ai, who else could be the person rushing towards me?
Looking at the silk and satin on her body, there was no extra dirt on her body. Even her movements were so agile when she just pounced on her. She did not look like a person who was imprisoned in death row and suffered. I think Sikong Fu said that he treasured her so that she could maintain her health.