Chapter 0100 The violent wind, the chilling month!
The third battlefield divided by formations.
When Feng Mo and Yue Piaoling noticed the colorful clouds rising around them, they knew that the real victory had arrived!
From the moment Qin Fan accepted the battle invitation, he had already guessed that Mo Yunlan wanted to arrange a killing situation before, during or after the battle.
It is not difficult to choose one of the three, not to mention that this is the realm of chaos, where he has lived for twenty-three years.
Mo Yunlan thought that when she arranged for five Xiantian realm masters to sneak into this area, no one would discover them, but the various strange phenomena they caused that were different from those here still exposed their whereabouts.
Previously at the First Taoyuan Cup Martial Arts Conference, Xue Yan had accidentally mentioned that Xuanyang Territory had become increasingly chaotic recently, with order in some towns and cities broken down, and even several villages being completely wiped out.
For him, a newcomer to the realm of chaos, he would think that all this was caused by those forces who wanted to occupy the black market of human trafficking.
In fact, the former is indeed the case, but the latter breaks a certain tacit understanding that has always been maintained in the chaotic land, and it is also one of the real rules of this chaotic land!
The Realm of Chaos looks chaotic, but it is not completely disordered as outsiders think. The purpose of all forces taking root here is to pursue profit.
Since profit is at the forefront, there will be no such unscrupulous massacre of villages that has nothing to do with profit.
Not to mention that this was at a delicate time when Qin Fan had successively destroyed Xuanyang Branch and Wumei Village of the Sihai Gang, and when Mo Yunlan, the inspector of the Grand Master Realm, came to look for trouble.
In addition, Mo Yunlan's reaction to Yin Wumei's death, if it was not related to the personal relationship between the two, would only mean that Yin Wumei was very important.
Identity, status, what it represents, and the possible impact after death.
All these will narrow down the range of possible ambush methods again.
In addition, Qin Fan has not forgotten the coming tide of beasts, and with Yefu's intelligence capabilities, he also knows very well that the Northern Barbarian royal family can drive ferocious beasts.
Next is the place where the ambush will take place. It is not that easy to arrange a crowd of thousands of people, not to mention that the five sneaky northern barbarians later organized three more crowds of thousands of people.
Everything they did was in the eyes of Wang Jingyu, who had been patrolling the route from Yangshuangcheng to Taoyuan Village.
Later, Xia Jinyu joined the team, making the counterattack plan even more foolproof.
But even without the help of his magic array, Qin Fan's real trump card, Wang Jingyu, who was once known as the cold-faced Yama, will complete the real fatal blow.
On the other hand, after the battle, Qin Fan could not put himself in danger, so he returned to the manor and asked Yue Piaoling, who had been prepared long ago, to replace him. Then, he was constantly attacked by ferocious beasts along the carriage.
He, Luo Xiazi and Xia Jinyu went around through the small road to the location of the real decisive battle to meet Wang Jingyu.
Then there is only one signal left in the end, a signal that ensures that the opponent will have no reinforcements and that the opponent will be buried here!
"Feng, it's time to start!" Yue Piaoling looked at the possessed Xiang Bohuai, but there was inexplicable joy in her tone.
After Feng Mo nodded slightly, Yue Piaoling took out a long knife from the space ring. The blade was straight and sharp, with a black surface and gold carvings. It resembled the style of a saber. The blade was more than a foot long, and the head was a large ring.
Just when Yue Piaoling's body was slightly bowed and the long sword was hanging in front of her chest, a sword force similar to Feng Mo's but slightly different began to burst out!
I saw Yue Piaoling stepping on her right foot, and the air wave aroused surged forward, and her elegant body skills turned into afterimages. And at the moment when it swept up into the sky, the swift and fierce sword light was hidden in the moonlight, until
Attack Xiang Bohuai's neck!
The Eight Methods of Mimicry - Wild Geese Crying in the Sky!
clang--!
The moment the swords collided, Yue Piaoling's figure turned around, his steps changed sharply, and his figures were scattered. Under the moonlight, he seemed to turn into a dancing ghost in the dark night!
"How?" Feng Mo clenched the dagger in his hand and looked at Yue Piaoling who had appeared beside him out of the corner of his eye.
Yue Piaoling could no longer conceal her excitement, and a look of madness appeared in her eyes: "Warm-up is over!"
And Xiang Bohuai may have sensed that the fatal danger was coming, and the demonic energy in his body surged at this moment!
Then it was completely released, and this aura filled with the most evil and evil spread around it, and finally wrapped tightly around the silver knife in its hand!
The last of the three swords of Abi Dao is extremely simple! It’s just one word! Evil!
Incomparably evil! Extremely evil! The most simple way! There are no fancy moves, just a simple and extremely evil move!
It's like gathering all the evil energy from heaven and earth into the light of the sword. The place where the energy of the sword passes is like the enemy is in the hell of the Mountain of Swords!
However, Yue Piaoling and Feng Mo both took the same posture. They hung the swords in their hands across their chests, bowed their bodies slightly, and bent their right knees!
Different from the previous use of the Small Knife Step and the Eight Mimicry Techniques, the power emerging from this move is astonishing to all living beings and is shocking!
"Double Dragon Soaring!"
"Bu Xuying!"
As Feng Mo and Yue Piaoling said three words respectively, the murderous aura around them merged perfectly. Facing the three swords of Abi Dao coming from the front, one's swordsmanship was wide open and closed, and the other's swordsmanship was elegant and agile!
Endless sword energy appeared everywhere, like the crazy wind, like the murderous moon. The moment the two people's sword energy condensed into one, the black-clothed Feng Mo turned into a pitch-black storm that wreaked havoc on everything and destroyed the heaven and earth.
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The terrifying murderous intention emanating from the white-clothed Yue Piaoling, as his body rotated rapidly, seemed to be struck by a cold and merciless pale wind!
The figures of the two disappeared from Xiang Bohuai's sight, and it was difficult to catch them even with his mind. All he could see was that his powerful sword was smashed to pieces by the two roaring tornadoes, black and white!
The wind picked up again, and when the sword suddenly appeared, two mighty black and white dragons lurked in the center of the wind and rushed out!
In the next second, Xiang Bohuai was completely engulfed!
Immediately, every part of his body felt excruciating pain, and his powerful spiritual thoughts seemed to be cut into countless pieces, and the little sword power that had just been condensed was instantly shattered!
And the moment he blinked, the terrifying scene of the black and white dragons was shattered like a mirror, and the only thing that kept enlarging in the depths of his pupils was the cold moonlight, hiding the vast majesty of the sword!
The knife is at the corner of the eye! The knife is at the tip of the eyebrow! The knife is at the hard-to-find blind spot!
Knives, knives, knives, there are knives everywhere in front of you!
Until the wind stopped, the bright moon disappeared, the surrounding flowers, plants and trees were all cleared away, and everything with Xiang Bohuai as the center seemed to be annihilated into nothingness!
Gurgling blood flowed out from the dense wounds on Xiang Bohuai's body. He raised his head blankly, looking at the dots of light emerging from the dark clouds, and feeling the gentle breeze caressing his face.
At this moment, an inexplicable sigh appeared deep in his eyes, but the great master's powerful vitality did not make him die immediately.
He asked with the remaining strength: "What is this knife called?"
Feng Mo stood in front of him and said expressionlessly: "Dragon-shaped sword step, double dragon soaring, step virtual shadow."
"Haha, what a dragon-shaped sword step...I lost, ahem, it was not unfair."
After saying this, his head lowered, his eyes gradually dimmed, and blood continued to overflow from his mouth!
But his hands tightly grasped the handle of the silver sword and held it on the ground. This was the last pride he held on to as a swordsman...