The complex and exquisite swordsmanship almost made Han Sanqian's attack fierce and almost without weaknesses. Those who were already flustered may not have expected that Han Sanqian's counterattack would be so fast and fierce.

In a hurry, his hands and feet were in a mess, exhausted to deal with it, he was already sweating profusely and full of flaws.

However, even so, a master is always a master. In the constant confrontation, all these flaws were covered up one by one by him, and he was evenly matched with Han Sanqian.

The more Han Sanqian fights, the more excited he gets, and the more he fights, the more he likes it. He doesn't know how long it has been since he had such a hearty game.

But compared to his excitement, the opponent is getting more and more guilty at this time, until finally, he has already started to feel timid and wants to retreat all the time.

Han Sanqian smiled coldly, and said softly: "As a master, do you know what is the most taboo thing? That is to be afraid of the enemy during the battle."

"And this sense of fear will become the last straw that crushes you."

"When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!"

As soon as the voice fell, Han Sanqian already pointed his sword vertically and horizontally, aiming at the top of his head, and suddenly hit him wildly!

And although that person already knew that he was bound to lose, he never expected to lose so quickly, or in other words, in the cowardly person who has already retreated, he can always see his shock and despair! !

The only thing he can do right now is to use his body to barely resist, hoping that he won't be beaten so badly in failure.

Of course, thinking about some things is always thinking, especially for a loser, thinking about such things is sometimes more like a silly dream that makes people laugh.

Before he could react, Han Sanqian's sword was already on his throat.

Han Sanqian gave him a cold look, and said calmly, "Who the hell are you?"

With the sword in his throat, the man didn't dare to move if he wanted to, because he knew very well what he would face if he moved.

However, what made Han Sanqian feel strange was that he seemed to know what he was asking, but he didn't seem to understand the meaning of his words at all. He just looked at him strangely, hesitant to speak for a while.

"I'm not very patient. Don't challenge my patience." Han Sanqian continued.

Hearing this, he was still dazed, but when he saw Han Sanqian's iron-blue face, he still understood that something was wrong. Thinking of this, he opened his mouth.

But when he opened his mouth, his words were very strange. Han Sanqian tried hard for a long time, but he couldn't understand what he was saying.

"~!!##�!#*(" he continued, even gesticulating.

Unfortunately, Han Sanqian was still puzzled. However, Han Sanqian suddenly realized a problem in connection with his reaction when he asked him just now.

That is, maybe, he can't understand himself.

"Can you understand what I said? If you can, you nod, and if you can't, then you shake your head." Han Sanqian said.

He didn't speak, but just looked at Han Sanqian indifferently, and his head didn't move at all.

Sure enough!

However, this is a bit too strange. Judging from his appearance, although he is not from the Central Plains, he should also be from the Demon Race. If that's the case, then he shouldn't have any problems communicating with himself.

After all, Han Sanqian had communicated normally with people from the Demon Race all along.

unless��

Unless these people belong to a certain minority tribe and speak a minority language, they will have communication barriers with themselves.

Thinking of this, Han Sanqian paid more attention to this person's clothes. JrNovels.com