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Chapter 100 The violent wind, the chilling moon!

The third battlefield divided by formations.

When Feng Mo and Yue Piaoling noticed the colorful clouds rising around them, they knew that the real lore had come!

From the moment Qin Fan accepted the invitation to fight, he already guessed that the killing situation that Mo Yunlan wanted to arrange was nothing more than before, during, or after the appointment.

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 23 years.

Mo Yunlan thought that when she arranged for five innate masters to sneak into this area, no one would find out, but the various visions they caused that were different from this place still exposed their whereabouts.

Before the first Taoyuan Cup Martial Arts Conference, Xue Yan had inadvertently mentioned that the Xuanyang domain has become more and more chaotic recently, the order in some towns has collapsed, and even several villages have been 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 for human trading.

In fact, the former is indeed the case, but the latter has broken a certain tacit agreement that has been maintained in the chaotic land, and it is also one of the true rules of this chaotic land!

The Realm of Chaos may seem chaotic, but it is not completely disordered as outsiders think. All the forces that take root here exist for the purpose of profit.

Since interests are at the forefront, there will be no such unscrupulous massacres that have nothing to do with interests.

Not to mention that this was the delicate time when Qin Fan had wiped out the Xuanyang branch of the Four Seas Gang and Wumei Shanzhai successively, and when Mo Yunlan, the inspector of the Great Master Realm, came to make trouble.

Coupled with Mo Yunlan's reaction to Yin Wumei's death, if it is not related to the personal relationship between the two, it will only show that Yin Wumei is very important.

Identity, status, what it represents, and the possible impact after death.

All kinds of things will narrow down the range of possible ambush methods again.

In addition, Qin Fan did not forget the coming beast horde, and with Yefu's intelligence ability, he knew very well about the fact that the northern barbarian royal family could drive fierce beasts.

Next is the location of the ambushes. It is not so easy to set up a thousand-person Jingguan, not to mention that the five sneaky northern barbarians set up three thousand-person Jingguan later.

Everything they did was in the eyes of Wang Jingyu, who had been patrolling the route from Yangshuang City to Taoyuan Village.

Later, because of Xia Jinyu's joining, the anti-killing plan became more foolproof.

But even without the help of his array of spells, Qin Fan's real trump card at that time, Wang Jingyu, who was once known as the cold-faced Yama, will complete the real fatal blow.

On the other side, after the battle was over, Qin Fan couldn't put himself in danger, so he returned to the manor and let Yue Piaoling, who had been prepared earlier, replace him, and then was attacked by fierce beasts on the way of the carriage.

He, Luo Xiazi and Xia Jinyu took the path to go around to the place where the real decisive battle was to meet Wang Jingyu.

Then in the end, there is only one signal missing, a signal to ensure that the opponent has no more reinforcements and bury the opponent here!
"Feng, it's time to start!" Yue Piaoling looked at Xiang Bohuai who was already possessed, but there was inexplicable joy in his tone.

After Feng Mo nodded slightly, Yue Piaoling took out a long knife from the interspatial ring. The blade was straight and sharp, with a black face carved in gold, like a saber-cutting knife. It was more than a foot long, with a large ring at the head.

Just as Yue Piaoling bowed slightly, with the long saber hanging in front of his chest, a saber movement similar to Feng Mo but somewhat different began to burst out!
I saw Yue Piaoling stepping on his right foot, the aroused waves of air surged towards him, his elegant body turned into an afterimage, and at the moment when he swept up into the sky, the swift and fierce knife light was hidden in the moonlight, directly Attack Xiang Bohuai's neck!

The Eight Methods of Mimicry - Geese Singing in the Sky!
clang--!
The moment the knives collided, Yue Piaoling's figure turned around, his pace changed rapidly, and his figure scattered. Under the moonlight, he seemed to be a ghost dancing in the dark night!
"How?" Feng Mo clenched the dagger in his hand, looking at Yue Piaoling who had appeared by his side from the corner of his eye.

Yue Piaoling couldn't hide his excited expression any longer, and the color of madness loomed in his eyes: "The warm-up is over!"

And Xiang Bohuai may have sensed that the fatal danger is approaching, and the devilish energy in his whole body surged at this moment!
Then it was completely released, and the aura full of evil and evil drifted around it, and finally wrapped tightly around the silver knife in his hand!

The last one of Ah Bi Dao's three swords is extremely simple!Just one word!evil!

Incomparably evil!The ultimate evil!From the road to simplicity!There are no fancy moves, just a simple and evil one!

It's like gathering the most evil energy of heaven and earth in the light of the sword. Where the energy of the sword passes by, it's like the enemy is in the hell of the mountain of swords!
But Yue Piaoling and Feng Mo both put on the same pose, with the knives in their hands hanging horizontally in front of their chests, their bodies bowed slightly, and their right knees were bent!
Different from the small broken knife step and the eight imitation techniques used before, the power and power that emerged from this move surpassed all sentient beings and shocked the world!
"Shuanglong Teng!"

"Bu Xuying!"

After Feng Mo and Yue Piaoling uttered the three words respectively, the murderous aura of the two of them merged perfectly. Facing the three knives of A Bidao who attacked from the front, one of them opened and closed their saber skills, and the other's saber skills were elegant and agile!
Endless sword energy is everywhere, like the frenzied wind, like the chilling moon, when the two swords condense into one, the wind in black has turned into a black storm that ravages everything and destroys the world !
The terrifying murderous intent emitted by the white-clothed Yue Piaoling, as his figure rapidly rotated, seemed to be struck by a cold and ruthless pale wind disaster!
The figures of the two disappeared from Xiang Bohuai's sight, and it was difficult to catch them even with his thoughts. All he could see was that his powerful sword was smashed to pieces by the two roaring tornadoes of black and white!

The wind picked up again, and when the blade light appeared, two mighty dragons, one black and one white, rushed out from the center of the eye of the wind!

In the next second, Xiang Bohuai was completely swallowed up!
Immediately there was a heart-rending pain from every part of his body, and his powerful spiritual thoughts seemed to be cut into countless pieces, and the little knife force that had just been condensed was broken in an instant!
And the moment he blinked, the frightening black-and-white twin dragon scene shattered like a mirror, and the only thing that kept expanding in the depths of his pupils was the knife that was lightly covered with bleak moonlight and hidden deep in the vast majesty!

Until the sound of the wind stopped, the bright moon disappeared, the surrounding flowers, plants and trees were all emptied, and everything around Xiang Bohuai seemed to be annihilated into nothingness!

Blood gushed out from the densely packed wounds on Xiang Bohuai's body. He raised his head in a daze, looking at the dots of light shining through the dark clouds, feeling the gentle breeze caressing his face.

At this moment, an inexplicable sigh appeared in the depths of his eyes, but the powerful vitality of the great master did not let him die immediately.

With the last bit of strength he had left, he asked, "What's the name of this knife?"

Feng Mo stood in front of him, expressionlessly said: "Dragon-shaped sword step, double dragon soaring, Bu Xuying."

"Haha, what a dragon-shaped saber step. I lost, ahem, I won't be wronged."

After saying this, he lowered his head, his eyes gradually dimmed, and blood continued to overflow from his mouth!
But his hands tightly hold the handle of the silver knife and forcefully support it on the ground. This is his last pride as a swordsman
(End of this chapter)