Chapter 0087 Dark night broken knife should be perfect
Qin Fan and his group of five people headed outside the west gate of Yangshuang City, where a arena was set up early in the morning specifically to deal with this battle.
After all, this was a duel that could be considered as comparable to a duel between strong men in the Xiantian realm. If the aftermath of the battle was not restricted, it could very well lead to the destruction of a small city.
The only thing I can say here is that martial arts experts are terrifying.
Dao Kuang Jian Chi and Sister Meimei carefully observed the reactions of the other three NPCs. Seeing their solemn looks, they couldn't help but start to worry about the outcome of this battle.
But in fact, none of Qin Fan, Feng Mo and Ah Da felt panicked. Ah Da was like this as always, with a fierce look on his face and he looked very serious.
As for Qin Fan, he was already chatting with Feng Mo through voice transmission while walking.
"Lord, how should I act in this scene?"
He didn't care about the outcome of the duel with Ying Wuque. Especially when a strong man in the Grand Master Realm bullied a child in the Great Perfection in the Tongmai Realm, winning or losing in itself was not considered glorious.
In addition, he has been following Qin Fan for the longest time, and he does not have the stubbornness of a warrior. Of course, if he encounters an opponent worth fighting, the result may be different.
It's a pity that all Feng Mo can think about now is how to kill Mo Yunlan.
"Let's see if Mo Yunlan is here. If she comes, the knife she borrowed is only from the Knife Forging Hall, which is also an extremely stupid choice.
In my opinion, there is a high probability that she will not appear, so what you have to do is to narrowly lose the opponent's move or both sides will suffer losses."
Feng Mo frowned slightly: "Then what if she is using the Knife Forging Hall?"
"Then kill. The people in the Forging Knife Hall will die, the people watching the battle will die, everyone including Mo Yunlan will die, but it's just a little troublesome to finish afterwards, and there is a high probability that we will be exposed in advance.
But I believe she won’t do this. She is a smart woman, and she will also be concerned about the consequences she will have to bear if she is the winner in this ending.”
Now Qin Fan's plan to wait and see is clear. The two are in almost similar situations, so Qin Fan didn't prepare much from the beginning.
He just used the simplest method, using Mo Yunlan's carefully arranged killing situation as her burial place.
Mo Yunlan will take into account all the subsequent impacts, and she will make Qin Fan's death seem natural. Similarly, after the situations between the two are swapped, Mo Yunlan's death will also be weakened to a very low impact.
As for the final finishing touches, it is up to Yan Kuangshan and Xue Yan to deal with it. If Qin Fan made some calculations in this round, it was to force these two into his own camp step by step.
Whether they are active or passive, they have no choice.
Thinking of this, Qin Fan suddenly asked Feng Mo about another matter.
"I remember that the last leader of the younger generation in the Sword Forging Hall was killed by you. It seemed like eight years ago, when you changed your appearance and challenged the masters of various factions in order to break through the innate realm."
Feng Mo seemed to be lost in thought, and after a while he answered expressionlessly.
"I can't remember. There were too many people killed at that time. Maybe there was such a person."
While the two of them were chatting without a word, everyone had arrived outside the West City Gate, where many melon-eaters had already gathered.
There are some seats placed around the ring for watching the battle, but every seat already has its own owner.
But the positions on both sides of the main seat are still vacant.
"There are so many people~ They all look ruthless at first glance." Such an ignorant statement came from Sister Meimei.
Dao Kuang Jian Chi was always steady, but his right hand that reached into his pocket began to tremble slightly after tightly holding a card. At this time, another impulse to play cards emerged in his heart.
Immediately afterwards, the originally noisy scene suddenly became silent. Yan Kuangshan, who was firmly seated in the main seat, suddenly stood up, let out a heroic laugh, and walked towards Qin Fan and others:
"Brother Qin, Brother Feng, and... well, brother Ah, you guys came early enough."
Immediately, under the guidance of Yan Kuangshan, and also under the silent gaze of many power lords and onlookers, everyone walked straight to the left side of the main seat.
There are already three vacant seats here, obviously prepared for Qin Fan, Feng Mo and A Da.
As for the two players, it's already good to be able to stand behind them.
The sword madman noticed the envious eyes of [I'm proud of myself] in the crowd under the ring. After all, the player's name on his head was really conspicuous.
However, as a disciple of the Sword Forging Hall, even the lowest level sword slaves have already arrived, so why haven't Ying Wuque or even the other disciples of the Sword Forging Hall come yet?
This doubt appeared in Dao Kuang Jian Chi's mind for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace, because after Qin Fan and others took their seats, they already had the answer.
With a loud shout, the disciples of the Sword Forging Hall wearing gray clothes and fine clothes came out in response. They all exuded a weak sword energy, but when these more than 20 people gathered together, a vague formation had already been formed.
An invincible sword force.
The next second, more than twenty long knives were unsheathed. They jointly demonstrated the nine-style sword technique of opening and closing, then threw the long knives into the air, and then said in unison:
"Respectfully welcome Senior Brother Ying!"
A flash of sword light suddenly appeared in the crowd, instantly lighting up the already dark sky. A man in a white robe floated forward. He stepped on the blade of a knife and used exquisite light skills to reach the center of the ring step by step!
Just after he lifted up a corner of his robe, he saluted Yan Kuangshan from afar:
"Lord Yan City, Ying Wuque comes to keep the appointment."
Yan Kuangshan's expression was a little strange at this time, as if he was resisting the urge to take action, for fear that he could not help but step forward and give this pretender a big deal.
Qin Fan, who had just taken his seat, always kept a gentle smile. With this appearance, he seriously doubted that Ying Wuque would survive more than three chapters.
So he quietly sent a message to Feng Mo:
"Just make him lose his fighting ability during the performance. Don't cause him too serious injuries."
Feng Mo looked puzzled, but nodded anyway. What he didn't know was that Qin Fan was going to fight against fate at this moment!
However, Ying Wuque was completely unaware of all this. He still maintained his handsome posture, walked up to Qin Fan and saluted:
"Master Qin, this engagement is a bit abrupt.
You can use people's money to eliminate disasters for others. I believe that Master Qin knows who the person who caused this war is."
Then he signaled with his eyes that the middle-aged man appeared in the empty seat on the right side of the main seat at some unknown time.
He was carrying a dazzling silver scabbard on his back, and his aura was like a majestic mountain. Just by looking at him, he felt a strong sense of oppression coming towards him!
"He is the third elder of my sword-making hall, Xiang Bohuai, the great master who dominates swordsmanship in the world."