After hearing that Xia Linan was a talented pilot and had a record of one against thirteen, Ye Fan gave up the idea of bloodbath.
He simply knocked out the man in yellow and the other guards, and then stabbed Xia Linan with several silver needles.
After he completely took control of the fighter camp, he let the four chessmen take over.
Then he drove the car and quickly disappeared into the night.
Not long after, the car stopped at the place where Xi Mang got off.
Ye Fan kicked the car door open and floated towards Shenjiabao on the mountain like a ghost.
Although another hour had passed, Ye Fan still wanted to go up and see the situation.
If Shen Qiye and the others were still alive, Ye Fan would find a way to help.
If Shen Qiye and the others were all killed in battle, Ye Fan would let the fighter planes clear the ground.
You've come here, but you can't go back empty-handed.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Ye Fan quickly went up the mountain following the breath left by the Western Python.
After more than a dozen circuitous turns in the secret passage, Ye Fan jumped out of a rain manhole cover.
This is a place where food is stored.
However, Ye Fan didn't stay too long, took a quick look and went out quickly.
None of the Shen family nephews were seen along the way, and even the servants were nowhere to be seen, as if they had all disappeared.
However, Ye Fan soon heard a lot of shouting and killing coming from the east side.
Ye Fan jumped up and rushed towards the source of the sound.
Ten minutes later, Ye Fan appeared at the Star-Zhaing Building on the east side of Shenjiabao, overlooking the entire east square.
In the field of vision, a drizzle began to fall from the sky, and the moistening material fell silently on the square.
Not only did it make the ground damp, but it also gave people a chill.
But the people in the square didn't care at all.
Ye Fan focused his gaze and scanned.
In the middle of the square on the east side, there are nearly a hundred men and women in colorful clothes sitting, all of them elegant and magnificent, with extraordinary momentum.
The thirteen people in the core position give people a superior attitude.
Ye Fan thought of Zheng Qianye's information and quickly judged that this was probably a notary group.
Then he glanced at both sides of the square, and on the left sat person number 150 from the Tianxia Chamber of Commerce.
Among them, a tall woman in white clothes was the most dazzling. She was dressed like a man and looked very similar to Temujin.
He has a graceful demeanor, proud eyebrows, heroic appearance, and the air of a noble prince in every gesture.
Ye Fan was slightly surprised. He recognized that this was Tiemu Wuyue, but he did not expect that she looked so harmless.
Then Ye Fan glanced to the right again.
He saw Shen Qiye, Yin Po, Li Taibai, Bei Bao, Dong Lang and Shen Chuge also there.
The main force of the Shen family was basically still there, but everyone was seriously injured. Not only were their mouths and noses bleeding, but their faces were as pale as paper.
It seemed like they had all been hit hard.
And compared to Tie Mu Wuyue's more than 100 people, Shen Qiye's side only had less than 30 people.
The Shen family, which only has one high-quality horse, cannot withstand the raging Tianxia Chamber of Commerce with three high-quality horses.
This also means that 150 people from the Tianxia Chamber of Commerce died, and 270 people from Shen Qiye and others died.
"Shen Qiye, there have been thirty competitions, and your Shen family has lost twenty-seven, and two hundred and seventy people have died."
At this time, a loud and rough voice came from the notary group: "Are you still making unnecessary sacrifices?"
"The three games where we barely managed to win were won by Inpo, Sword God and the Four Battles."
"Even so, the four generals Sword God, Yinpo and Donglang were also seriously injured."
"In my opinion, you Shen family should just admit defeat."
"Maybe Miss Temuwuyue will bypass some of you Shen family members once she's in a good mood."
"This is far better than all of you dying in the ring."
An old man with white hair sat on the main seat and said to Shen Qiye: "It is better to save a few seeds than to wipe out the entire army."
A gorgeous and beautiful woman in purple also slightly opened her red lips:
"Yes, as long as you surrender, I can guarantee that Aunt Qiuye will survive."
The other notaries also advised Shen Qiye to give up the struggle.
This was not really for Shen Qiye's benefit, but the Shen family master's desperate struggle still caused a lot of harm.
Tiemu Wuyue originally thought that the death of a hundred people would be enough to settle the Shen family.
Unexpectedly, one hundred and fifty people have died, and there are still thirty members of the Shen family with residual blood.
"when!"
Shen Qiye raised his hand, and a black spear was driven into the ring, instantly suppressing the crowd's noise.
Then he ejected and landed on the high platform like a cheetah. He glanced at everyone and said:
"In my place, there is only death in battle, and there is absolutely no surrender."
"Furthermore, we have been fighting with the Tianxia Chamber of Commerce to this point, and there is no possibility of reconciliation between the two parties."
"With so many people dead and several realm masters from the World Chamber of Commerce, Temu Wuyue has long wanted to kill my whole family."
"I'm going to die if I stand, and I'm going to die if I'm kneeling. It's better to fight for a few more and be at the bottom."
"Tiemu Wuyue, stop talking nonsense, I, Shen Qiye, will come personally for the next battle."
After finishing speaking, Shen Qiye pointed at Tie Mu Wu Yue:
"Temu Wuyue, do you dare to fight me personally in this battle?"
"If you kill me, you will not only take away the last breath of the Shen family's energy, but also make you, Temu Wuyue, famous all over the world."
"Killing Shen Qiye will be enough to make your reputation surpass that of Temujin."
Shen Qiye shouted: "It belongs to a man, come up and fight with me."
In the cold rain, Shen Qiye showed off his domineering power.
There was no anger on Temuwuyue's pretty face. Instead, she smiled slightly and leaned on the seat with her legs crossed:
"Zhanshuai Shen was so impassioned and so sentimental that Tiemu Wuyue felt a rush of blood."
"Unfortunately, I'm not a man, so I won't fight with you."
"But I can give Shen Zhanshuai a chance to become famous all over the world."
"Come here and give War Commander Shen a chance to become famous, one against ten."
Temu Wuyue counterattacked Shen Qiye's army.
As soon as the words fell, ten people shot up and stood in front of Shen Qiye like javelins.
Without saying a word, they drew their swords with their backhands.
With a clang, ten swords were unsheathed at the same time, and the cold light instantly shocked everyone's eyes.
The murderous intention is overwhelming.
Shen Chuge subconsciously shouted in a low voice: "Ten swords in the snow mountain?"
Donglang and the others also changed their expressions upon hearing this, knowing that these were ten enemies with extremely fast sword skills.
Rumor has it that when they use their swords, they will see blood, and cutting people is like cutting a watermelon.
Moreover, with their tacit cooperation, they are enemies that cannot be underestimated.
Temu Wuyue smiled: "Miss Shen is really smart as ice and snow. She can recognize their origins at a glance."
"That's right, it's the Snow Mountain Ten Swordsman."
"Drink the strongest wine, use the fastest knife, and kill the strongest enemy."
"It is rumored that Shen Zhanshuai is invincible with his spear, and his spear speed is comparable to that of a shooting star. Let's take a look tonight."
"Whether it is Shen Zhanshuai's gun that is faster or their swords that are faster."
Tiemu Wuyue looked down at Shen Qiye with a playful smile: "Shen Commander, I wish you victory."
Shen Chuge's pretty face turned cold: "My father will not let you down."
Yinpo shouted: "Shen Zhanshuai, let's fight side by side with you."
Although they were seriously injured, they still had some strength. Ten of them fighting together would be better than Shen Qiye fighting ten of them alone.
The sword god also coughed out a mouthful of blood: "Shen Zhanshuai, we can share a lot."
Shen Qiye waved his hand gently to stop, and his voice echoed throughout the audience:
"You have just finished a fierce battle. You need some time to buffer, otherwise you will be completely severely damaged and lose your combat effectiveness."
"This time, it's me."
"I have killed thousands of armies and horses, and I am still more than enough to deal with the top ten ironwood masters."
Shen Qiye turned around and looked at the ten enemies and said lightly: "Let's take action."
Temu Wuyue tilted his head.
The ten ironwood masters immediately flicked their wrists.
The sword's light flashed like a drill and shot into Shen Qiye's eyes.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, Shen Qiye's eyes turned cold.
There was no emotion in those eyes, and they were not stimulated by the light of the sword. There was only indifference and killing.
Shen Qiye reached out and grasped the spear.
The moment his fingers grasped the cold gun body.
The black clothes on his body shook slightly, and countless falling drizzles were bounced off into fine gouache.
Many people present couldn't help but tremble: Such a domineering aura.
When Shen Qiye raised the long-lost jet-black spear, he seemed to have become another person.
Those cold raindrops seemed to sense something, they swayed, tilted and silently avoided, and not a single drop floated in front of him.
Shen Qiye looked like a black-armored demon god, standing with a spear across his shoulder.
"kill!"
Ten ironwood masters rushed forward with all their strength, but when they were about three meters away, their pupils suddenly shrank:
Shen Qiye took action!
The gun roared through the air!
Although Shen Qiye was only fighting alone and was injured, Master Tiemu clearly felt that he was possessed by the Overlord of Western Chu at this moment.
He was extremely proud, extremely calm, and his momentum was as overwhelming as a flood.
"kill!"
The Ironwood master's eyelids jumped and he roared, unleashing all his fighting spirit.
Ten long knives slashed down with a roar.
The sword flashed like ten flying dragons.
In their opinion, even if they couldn't kill Shen Qiye, they could still seriously injure him and vomit blood.
But they were all wrong.
Just one shot.
The cold wind and cold rain stopped.
The air current from the high platform sank.
The jet black and thick steel spear was like a dragon emerging from the abyss, and it cut off ten long knives with a clang.
Then he lunged at the Ironwood master's throat with unabated momentum.
Even if they retreated with all their strength when the sword was broken, even if they kept a distance of three meters from Shen Qiye.
But the momentum of that shot cut through their spirits like a sharp blade.
