A cup of tea.

The two fought for more than forty rounds, and the two sides had a rough understanding of each other's moves. The moves gradually expanded, and the swords were bloody, and the swords and swords were killed, and the battle situation became more and more intense.

Wei Dongjun, the commander of the "Iron Forest Army" of Beiqi, let out a clear roar, and the cold iron knife in his hand turned around suddenly, slapped at Han Qiuyu, the "Iron Pen Scholar", with his mighty and dignified spirit.

Han Qiuyu suddenly retreated more than one meter, and just retreated to the edge of the stage. Wei Dongjun's cold iron knife was approaching Han Qiuyu's chest and suddenly came after him.

What a Han Qiuyu.

The right heel rubbed against the edge of the stage, and he jumped up to two lengths and heights. He was in mid-air and waved his right hand.

The Longquan sword in his hand drew a parabola in the air, which happened to fall on the edge of the stage opposite the woman in red.

Han Qiuyu turned over in the air, and swooped towards Wei Dongjun on his head.

Wei Dongjun couldn't help but be stunned: "You are so naked, aren't you afraid of the cold iron short knife in my hand?" I thought so in my mind, but I didn't dare to slack off in my hand. I used 90% of my strength to wave the cold iron short knife and rushed towards Han Qiuyu.

"Not good!" Ling Aotian blurted out and said leisurely: "This person is nicknamed 'Tin Pen Scholar'. He doesn't use the sword at this time. It is obvious that there is a tin pen hidden in his sleeve. The power of the dive is so domineering, and Dongjun is careless."

Suddenly!

Wei Dongjun saw Han Qiuyu's confident smile, and his experience of fighting on the battlefield told him: "Don't be reckless!"

Suddenly, Wei Dongjun subconsciously rolled on the spot.

Han Qiuyu was in the air, and when he swung his sleeves, a pair of judges' pens were already in his hands. Wherever he saw his vision, he was within the controllable range of the double pens. Seeing Wei Dongjun rushing straight towards him, Han Qiuyu couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Huh! Where is the person?"

In a flash, Wei Dongjun's sturdy figure was actually lost.

"Oh, it turns out that I'm on the ground!" Han Qiuyu waved her pen, and a sharp sword intent stabbed Han Dongjun's back.

Wei Dongjun rolled on the spot regardless of his image, barely avoided the judge's extremely cruel killing move.

Even so, the outer robe on Wei Dongjun's back was also removed by the judge's pen, revealing the flesh and blood inside. Fortunately, he was not injured!

The audience was filled with joy.

The cheers were mixed with surging whistles. Yu Wenshuo, the "Hanzhong Quick Sword" chucked his flesh with a pair of flesh, and he felt a sense of excitement!

Wei Dongjun stood up with shame, and a great humiliation surged into his heart, his face full of anger.

Han Qiuyu was also slightly surprised: "This bearded man seems to be impulsive and rude, but he is very orderly in response to the situation."

Ling Aotian frowned and said in a deep voice: "Although Dongjun is brave, this 'Scholar of Iron Pen' is really powerful. I am worried that he is not the opponent of Han Qiuyu."

Zou Xiaoming next to him was also worried and said anxiously: "Senior Brother, what should we do now? My martial arts are not much better than Dongjun?"

A hint of melancholy appeared on Ling Aotian's face, but it passed in a flash, and he said with a stern expression: "Young brother, don't panic, just wait and see if there is any danger in Dongjun, I will take action myself."

Wei Dongjun held the cold iron knife in his hand and stood up.

"Scholar of Iron Pen" Han Qiuyu was graceful and held the judge's pen in his hands to attack Wei Dongjun. The two of them fought each other with their swords and pens.

The judge's pen in Han Qiuyu's hand was cast in black iron. The pen was one foot long, the thumb was thick, the two ends were pointed, and it was short and concise. As Han Qiuyu's chest spread, the pen was vigorous and fierce, sharp and domineering.

Wei Dongjun calmly responded to the challenge, and the "Twelve-way Dragon Teng Sword Technique" was spread out one by one.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!" The sound of warriors stirred up.

Han Qiuyu swung his pens freely, whistling like the weapons of the eighteenth squad. Sometimes "knife, gun, sword, halberd", sometimes "axe, halberd, hook, fork";

Sometimes it becomes a whip, sometimes it becomes a mace, sometimes it becomes a hammer, sometimes it becomes a spear; sometimes it becomes a whip, sometimes it becomes a stick, sometimes it becomes a spear, sometimes it becomes a stick;

There is actually a spear and rake.

Everyone applauded and was amazed!

Han Qiuyu's judge's pen was stabbed, slapped, hit, and poked. The brushwork was vigorous and grand, changing, and came to Wei Dongjun's face, throat, and chest with a rushing momentum.

The cold iron short knife in Wei Dongjun's hand was waving without any leakage, and his power was completely dependent on a bloody and courageous spirit to fight against the power of the two pens that Han Qiuyu followed one after another.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Han Qiuyu's two pens have exquisite power, continuous, like endless, and completely formed a symbol of all kinds of atmospheres.

Ling Aotian grabbed the wine bottle in front of him and drank it all, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but feel a little excited. It seemed that he had made Wei Dongjun rashly cause trouble, which was a bit rude.

There are such masters in this Hanzhong area. Even if you come on stage yourself, you can't guarantee that you can win easily.

Long Qingyun became more and more excited as he looked at it. His heart was free and he felt a sense of eagerness to try. Long Qingyun couldn't help but look at the old man in gray robe on the next table, with a gloomy face.

Suddenly, Ling Zhiyan's sentimental and depressed pretty face rushed over, and Long Qingyun couldn't help but be stunned and thought to himself:

"From the conversation between the two just now, we can clearly know that this person is Ling Aotian, the owner of Longteng Villa in Beiqi, and Ling Zhiyan's grandfather. It seems that they are a little rash in trouble today and are in a difficult situation. Should I come forward to rescue him?"

Long Qingyun frowned and felt a little more difficult.

At this time, Han Qiuyu suddenly changed her tricks, and her pen was like a dragon and a snake, "vertical, hooked, biased, pinned, and picked", and she actually wrote calligraphy. Sometimes she was dignified and round, sometimes her rules were rigorous, and sometimes she was flying and phoenix danced.

Sometimes the writing is vigorous and magnificent.

"Swish!"

Wei Dongjun was swept into his left shoulder by the judge's pen, and the gray robe on his shoulder was torn into a hole, revealing some blood.

"Hanzhong Quick Sword" Yu Wenshuo shouted loudly, and there was a burst of cheers from the audience.

Han Qiuyu's elegant face appeared with a proud smile, full of confidence. The judge's pen in his hand was voluptuous.

The brushwork is more smooth.

Sometimes it is official script, sometimes it is regular script, sometimes it is seal script, sometimes it is Wei stele, and it is unpredictable and has a variety of atmospheres.

Wei Dongjun was also straightforward since childhood under the influence of his master Ling Aotian's stubbornness. Now he is a general, and he usually relies on the courage to fight on the battlefield.

Regarding the "Scholar of Iron Pen" Han Qiuyu's brushwork, the ups and downs of the brushwork change rapidly, and he just responded in a daze, and of course he was helpless!

Although Long Qingyun appreciated Wei Dongjun's indomitable fighting power, he also sighed and shook his head slightly:

"Wei Dongjun's strategy of using his blood and courage to attack instead of defense is completely unresponsive, resolving and counterattacking will obviously show a downward trend as his physical strength is consumed."

At this time, Wei Dongjun was no longer as quick and flexible as before, and was at the end of his strength.

Suddenly!

Han Qiuyu paused his pen, and his brushstrokes turned around and suddenly lifted it up. The two strokes were like splashing ink and writing freehand landscapes, and the artistic conception suddenly became broad, outlining thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!

The double pen roared towards Wei Dongjun, and there was a kind of majestic and boldness of "the endless Yangtze River rolled in".

"Not good!" Ling Aotian sighed sadly, and was about to leave his seat and jumped onto the stage.

It's time to say it, it's time to go!

A white shadow flashed from Ling Aotian in a flash, and jumped into the air to the stage.

Ling Aotian raised his eyes and left. The white shadow was the boy in white at the next table. At this time, Long Qingyun was in mid-air and suddenly pulled out the Zhanlu sword.

A cold light flashed. Zhan Lu Jian and the judge's pen collided violently.

"Clang clang clang!" A series of harsh collisions sounded violently, and there were actually as many as seven or eight.

It can be seen that the "scholar of iron pen" Han Qiuyu's "freehand brushwork" moves the pen quickly, like thunder and lightning, with a terrifying momentum.

"Roll!"

Han Qiuyu took two steps back.

At this time, Long Qingyun, with the power of fighting, rose more than one meter back and landed slowly opposite Han Qiuyu.

Long Qingyun was wearing a white dress, tall and tall, with a hint of pride on his resolute face, standing majestic with a sword.

A heroic outline.

The crowd was striking and there was an uproar.

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