Hearing that Xia Lin'an was a genius pilot and had a record of one against thirteen, Ye Fan's idea of slapping the whole audience was dispelled.
He simply knocked the man in yellow and the other guards unconscious, and then stabbed Xia Lin'an a few silver needles.
After he completely controlled the fighter camp, he let the four chess pieces take over.
Then he quickly disappeared into the night in his car.
Not long after, the car stopped where Xipyong got off again.
Ye Fan kicked open the car door and drifted to Shenjiabao on the mountain like a ghost.
Although another hour passed, Ye Fan still had to go up and see the situation.
If Chen Qiye and the others were still alive, Ye Fan would find a way to help him.
If Chen Qiye and the others were all killed in battle, Ye Fan would let the fighter wash the floor.
I have come here, so I can't go back empty-handed.
"Swoosh swish swish!"
Ye Fan quickly went up the mountain following the breath left by the Western Python.
After detouring in the secret passage for more than a dozen times, Ye Fan rushed out of a rainwater manhole cover.
This is a place to store food.
However, Ye Fan did not stop too much, and glanced and went out quickly.
I didn't see many nephews of the Shen family along the way, and even the servants were missing, as if they had all disappeared.
However, Ye Fan soon heard a lot of shouts and killing sounds on the east side.
Ye Fan retracted his body and rushed towards the source of the sound.
Ten minutes later, Ye Fan appeared at the Zhaixing Tower on the east side of Shenjiabao, and he could just look down at the entire east side square.
In the sky, there was drizzling drizzle of cows, and the moistening objects fell silently in the square.
Not only does it make the ground wet, but it also makes people feel chilled.
But the people in the square didn't care at all.
Ye Fan gathered his eyes and glanced at him.
Nearly a hundred men and women in gorgeous clothes sat in the middle of the square on the east side, each of which was elegant and luxurious, with extraordinary momentum.
The thirteen people in the core position are even more arrogant.
When Ye Fan thought of Zheng Qianye's information, he quickly judged that this was probably a notary team.
Then he scanned the sides of the square, and there were 150 people from the World Chamber of Commerce sitting on the left.
One of the tall women in white was the most dazzling, dressed as a man, and was three-point similar to Tiemujin.
He is graceful, proud and heroic, and his every move is full of the aura of a noble young man.
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 at the right side again.
He saw Chen Qiye, Yin Po, Li Taibai, Bei Bao, Donglang and Shen Chuge were also there.
The main force of the Shen family is still there, but they are all seriously injured. Not only are they bleeding from their mouths and noses, but their faces are pale as paper.
It seemed that they were all severely damaged.
Moreover, compared with Tiemu Wuyue's more than 100 people, there are only less than 30 people on Chen Qiye's side.
The Shen family, which had only one high-quality horse, could not withstand the rage of the World Chamber of Commerce, which had three high-quality horses.
This also means that 150 people died in the World Chamber of Commerce, while 270 people died in Chen Qiye and others.
"Chen Qiye, you have already had thirty games. Your Shen family lost twenty-seven games and died 270 people."
At this time, a loud and rough voice came from the notary group: "Do you still have to make unnecessary sacrifices?"
"The three games that were barely won were the ones that Yin Po, Sword God and the four major battles won them together."
"Even so, the four major battles between Sword God, Yin Po and Donglang were also seriously injured."
"In my opinion, your Shen family has just given up."
"Miss Tiemu Wuyue said that she might be in a good mood and would bypass the Shen family."
"This is much better than all of you dying in the ring."
An old man white sat in the main seat and spoke to Chen Qiye: "It is better to leave a few seeds than to eliminate the entire army."
A gorgeous beautiful woman in purple clothes also opened her red lips lightly:
"Yes, as long as you surrender, I can guarantee that Aunt Qiuye will survive."
The other notaries also advised Chen Qiye to give up struggling.
This is not really for the sake of Chen Qiye, but the death struggle of the Shen family masters still brings considerable harm.
Tiemu Wuyue originally thought that one hundred people could settle the Shen family if they died.
Unexpectedly, there are 150 people dead now, and there are 30 remaining in the Shen family.
"when!"
Chen Qiye raised his hand and a black gun was nailed into the ring, instantly suppressing the noise of everyone.
Then he ejected, landed on the platform like a cheetah, scanning everyone and speaking:
"For me, I have only died in battle and absolutely no surrender."
"And we have fought with the World Chamber of Commerce to this point, and there is no possibility of reconciliation between the two sides."
"So many people died and they also consumed several land-level experts from the World Chamber of Commerce. Tiemu Wuyue wanted to kill my whole family."
"I'm dead while standing, and I'm dead while kneeling. It's better to try a few of them at the bottom."
"Temu Wuyue, stop talking nonsense. In the next battle, I, Chen Qiye, will come in person."
After saying that, Chen Qiye pointed at a little iron wood Wuyue:
"Temu Wuyue, do you dare to fight me in person in this battle?"
"If you kill me, you will not only destroy the last breath of energy in the Shen family, but also make you famous all over the world."
"Killing Chen Qiye's reputation is enough to make your reputation worse than Tiemujin."
Chen Qiye shouted: "It's a man, come up and fight me."
In the cold rain, Chen Qiye showed his domineering aura.
Tiemu Wuyue's pretty face was not angry, but instead smiled slightly, and her legs were leaning against the seat:
"Shishou Chen is passionate and affection is soaring to the sky. Tiemu Wuyue is also full of passion."
"It's a pity that I'm not a man, so I won't fight you."
"But I can give Chen Zhanshuai a chance to become famous all over the world."
"Come here, I will give you the opportunity to become famous for one against ten."
Tiemu Wuyue turned against Chen Qiye and his army.
After the words came, ten people ejected up, standing in front of Shen Qiye like a javelin.
They drew their swords without saying a word.
With a clang, ten battle swords were unsheathed at the same time, and the cold light instantly trembled everyone's eyes.
The murderous intent is overwhelming.
Chen Chuge subconsciously shouted in a low voice: "Ten Knifes of Snow Mountain?"
Donglang and the others also changed their faces when they heard this, knowing that these were ten enemies with extremely fast sword techniques.
Rumors they will see blood when they use their swords, and chopping people is like chopping watermelons.
Moreover, cooperation is an enemy that cannot be underestimated.
Tiemu Wuyue smiled: "Ms. Chen is so smart and recognizes their origins at a glance."
"That's right, it's the Snow Mountain Ten Knife."
"Drink the strongest wine, use the fastest knife to kill the strongest enemies."
"It is said that Shen Zhan's spear is invincible, and his gun rate is comparable to a meteor. Let's take a look tonight."
"Is Chen Zhanshuai's gun fast or their sword fast?"
Tiemu Wuyue looked at Chen Qiye from a high place, with a very playful smile: "Shishen Zhanshuai, I wish you a victory."
Chen Chuge's pretty face turned cold: "My father won't let you down."
Yin Po shouted: "Shishou Chen Zhan, let's fight side by side with you."
Although they were seriously injured, they still had some strength. It was better for ten people to play together than Chen Qiye to fight ten.
The sword god also coughed and blew out a mouthful of blood: "Shishou Chen Zhan, we can share a lot."
Chen Qiye waved his hand gently to stop him, and the voice resounded throughout the audience:
"You have just finished the fierce battle and it takes some time to buffer, otherwise you will completely damage and lose your combat effectiveness."
"I'll do this for this."
"I have killed thousands of troops and are more than enough to deal with the top ten iron wood masters."
Chen Qiye turned around and looked at the ten enemies and said lightly: "Let's take action."
Tiemu Wuyue turned his head.
Ten ironwood masters immediately shook their wrists.
The sword light was like a skill, shooting towards Chen Qiye's eyes.
"Swoosh!"
At this moment, Chen Qiye Yihan's eyes looked.
There was no emotion in those eyes, nor was it stimulated by the sword light, only indifference and killing.
Chen Qiye reached out and held the spear.
Just the moment he held his fingers with the cold gun body.
The black clothes on his body shook slightly, and countless drizzles that fell were bounced into tiny gouache.
Many people present could not help but shock: What a domineering momentum.
When Chen Qiye raised the long-lost black spear, he seemed to have become another person.
The cold raindrops seemed to feel something, shaking, tilting, and silently avoiding it, and no drop drifted in front of him.
Chen Qiye stood like a black-armored demon god, standing with a spear.
"kill!"
Ten ironwood masters rushed forward with all their might, but their pupils suddenly contracted when they approached three meters:
Chen Qiye took action!
The gun roared through the air!
Although Chen Qiye was only single and injured, the Tiemu master clearly felt that he was possessed by the King of Western Chu at this moment.
He is extremely proud, extremely calm, and his momentum is as surging as a flood.
"kill!"
The iron-wood master's eyelids twitched, and he roared, exploding all his fighting spirit.
Ten long swords roared down.
The sword lights are like ten flying dragons.
In their opinion, even if Chen Qiye cannot be killed, he will be seriously injured and vomited blood.
But they were all wrong.
Just one shot.
The cold wind and rain stagnate.
The air current on the platform sinks.
The dark and thick steel gun was like a demon dragon coming out of the abyss, sweeping off ten long swords with a sound.
Then he rushed towards the throat of the Tiemu Master.
Even though they broke the knife and retreated with all their might, even though they and Chen Qiye were three meters away.
But the momentum of that shot splits their spirits like a sharp blade.