When the opera artist looked at Chuci's knife, a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

"Top-notch Taoism, skillful sword intent!"

"Young man, very talented and worth a lot of money!"

The opera painter chuckled and swung his knife to greet him.

Ding!

The blades of the two long knives collided, and the scalps of the people who shook with the sound of gold and iron cried!

Click!

The long knife in the hand of the opera painter trembled slightly, and a fine line came out from the impact of the knife's edge and extended backwards.

The actor loosened his hand, and the long knife broke in two and fell to the ground.

Chu Ci looked at the opera artist and chuckled lightly, "It looks like your sword won't work!"

As he spoke, Chu Ci flipped his wrist, and a series of lingering blades pierced towards the dramatist.

The colorist's arm rotated, and the colorful sleeves turned into a whirlpool, engulfing all the blades.

A different color flashed in Chu Ci's eyes, and he didn't expect the opera artist to have such a method.

"See how much you can charge!"

The cold light flashed in Chuci's eyes, and the long knife in his hand instantly cut out the seven sword light blessed by the sword intent.

The opera painter kept moving, and in the vortex that his sleeves turned into, there were also sword lights flying upside down, hitting the sword lights cut out by Chuci.

Ding!

The two long rivers of swords collided, and everything around them was shattered!

After a while, Chu Ci closed his sword and stood.

In the vortex that the colorist's sleeve robe turned into, no more blades appeared.

The opera artist chuckled and looked at Chu Ci triumphantly, "How about it?"

"This is someone Lei's trick, but it's in your eyes?"

Chu Ci shook hands with the long knife, and sneered, "It's vain, not so good!"

Upon hearing the words, the actor said with a smile on his face, and said in a deep voice, "The thing Lei hates most in his life is that some people say that my tricks are fake!"

As he spoke, a green flame rose in the hands of the opera artist.

The flame kept rolling, faintly forming a wailing skull pattern.

"Stop playing!"

The opera painter shook his hands and said coldly, "Your souls will become my nourishment!"

The green flame rose out of thin air, split into more than ten green flames, and flew to everyone present.

Cang!

The knife in Chuci's hand flashed, and the green flame that flew in front of him burst into pieces, turning into green sparks.

"Ha ha···"

"It's useless!"

The colorist chuckled, and the sparks gathered again, turning into a green flame again.

"This is the fire of the soul, and you will never give up if you don't get the breath of the soul!"

The opera painter looked at Chu Ci confidently, his eyes cold as if he was looking at a dead person.

Jin Changjiang's face suddenly changed when he heard the sound.

"Flash!"

"Don't get caught in these green flames!"

Jin Changjiang made a word to remind everyone, and avoided the green flame in front of him.

To Jin Changjiang's horror, these green flames also flexibly turned around and fluttered towards Jin Changjiang in hot pursuit.

Chuci ignored the floating green flames, raising the long knife in his hand and laying it flat in front of him.

"The opera artist!"

"You pick me up again!"

As soon as the voice fell, a golden light gleamed from the blade of the long knife in Chu Ci's hand!

At the same time, on the back of the long sword, purple air loomed and floated like a streamer.

This knife, like a rising sun, tore open the night, it was the first ray of light between heaven and earth!

Cang!

The blade light cruelly crushed the floating green flames, and came to the front of the opera artist in the next second.

"It's useless!"

The opera artist stood on the spot, dancing his arms to turn his sleeves into a colorful vortex, "Your sword can't hurt me!"

Tear!

The next second, the colorful fragments of rags burst open.

The golden sword light penetrated straight through the colorist's body, smashed a wall of the courtyard, and disappeared into the night sky.

The expression on the colorist's face became stiff, and he lowered his head and looked at the wound on his chest in disbelief.

"How can it be?"

The opera artist raised his head to look at Chu Ci, and muttered, "Why can your knife hurt me?"

Chu Ci took the knife and stood, chuckled and said, "Next time I see you, I'll tell you!"

A knife mark pierced through the artist's chest back and forth, but the artist did not take the fatal injury to his heart, but looked at Chuci with a smile, "I will have a chance and look forward to the next meeting."

Hearing the words of Chu Ci's eyes flashed with a different color, how could the opera artist survive such an injury?

All the green flames floating in the courtyard were still in suspension.

The next second seemed to have received a traction, all rushing to the wound on the chest of the artist.

The green flames burned blazingly at the painter's wound, and the painter seemed to have endured a great deal of pain, his face suddenly distorted.

"Hehe... hee hee..."

The actor's face was distorted, but he laughed in his mouth.

With a wave of his hand, a dark cloud appeared in the night sky.

The artist rubbed his hands together, and a rope in his palm rose instantly.

Before everyone could react, the opera artist jumped and disappeared into the clouds along the rope.

The light of the knife in Chu Ci's hand shattered the clouds, but the figure of the opera artist disappeared.

"call···"

Chu Ci let out a sigh of relief.

This opera painter was really difficult to deal with, and he couldn't kill him in this way.

Jin Changjiang was stunned for a moment, then returned to his senses and asked Xiang Chuci, "Chu Yu, what shall we do next?"

Chu Ci put away the long knife and said aloud, "Go back!"

Headquarters of the Department of Emotions.

Chuci and Jin Changjiang returned to the office of the gold medalist Tongzhi Zhao Qisheng.

Tuk! Tuk!

Standing in front of the door, Chu Ci knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

Zhao Qisheng's voice came from inside.

Squeaky

Chuci pushed the door and Jin Changjiang walked in one after another.

Zhao Qisheng greeted the two when he saw them.

"Sit down first."

Looking at Chuci, Zhao Qisheng asked aloud, "Chuci, is there any progress in the case? Do you need help?"

Chuci shook his head slightly and said, "Return to Master Tongzhi, the murderer has been found out in the Qianfu case!"

"Oh?!"

When Zhao Qisheng heard this, he looked at Chuci in surprise, and unexpectedly found the murderer in just one day.

"Who is the murderer? Has it ever been arrested and brought to justice?"

Chu Ci said aloud, "The murderer is the colorist who once performed tricks on West Street!"

"This opera artist is not an ordinary person, but a weird one!"

"Jin Yan and I designed to ambush the dramatist, but in the end let him run away!"

Zhao Qisheng was taken aback when he heard the words, and then his face suddenly changed.

"Weird..."

"Is it a Variety Dramatist?!"

Zhao Qisheng thought of the information about the Variety Dramatist in the headquarters, this is definitely an extremely difficult weird!

Looking at Chuci and Jin Changjiang, Zhao Qisheng tentatively asked, "Just you two are back?"

Chuci was startled, and said aloud, "All are back!"

Zhao Qisheng asked in surprise, "No one died?"

Chu Ci shook his head, "No, except for a few injured, everyone is back."

"It's just a shame to let the opera painter run away!"

Zhao Qisheng breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "It's good to run, good to run."

Chu Ci, "Huh?"

"Um..." Zhao Qisheng's face became stiff, "I mean, you did a good job!"