I hire players in the martial arts world

Chapter 162 Dead Zone
"Today is not an appropriate day to kill."

Qin Fan, who was sitting alone in the carriage, muttered to himself, the sun was shining brightly outside, maybe because of the rain a few days ago, the air was a bit dry.

The grass branches on both sides of the path are still standing tenaciously, and the rustling sound can also be heard from the depths of the jungle, and it becomes more and more clear. It is someone stepping on the grass branches and walking slowly.

Not one person, ten, at least a hundred.

Through the curtain of the door, Qin Fan saw vague figures appearing in front of him.

The disciples of Wandu Palace have always been dressed in dark green robes, with half of their faces covered by a wide hood. They are very quiet, but keep approaching cautiously.

And as the footsteps on both sides continued to increase, the disciples of the Nether Corpse Sect had also appeared one by one. Their most iconic outfit was the coffin behind them.

In addition, under the sunlight, the already fair skin of these disciples appeared even paler. This was an unhealthy whiteness similar to that of a dead person.

They continued to advance step by step in silence.

"300 meters."

Qin Fan's voice was very soft, but in this unusually quiet environment, it stood out extremely clearly.

It was also because of these three simple words that the disciples of the two sects who were already surrounded by them froze at the same time.

They knew very well who they were facing. It was Qin Fan, who was rumored to be powerless and dying, and the owner of Wuyou Villa who directly caused his two factions to lose four masters of the innate realm not long ago.

This contradictory identity does not conflict with one person, so the caution shown by these hundreds of disciples is understandable.

Everyone still didn't make a sound, just stood where they were, as if waiting quietly.

After a few breaths, a Wandu Palace disciple took the first step, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, the depressing footsteps also began to sound in sequence.

"At this distance, you can throw some poisonous needles or release poisonous smoke to test, but you didn't do this. It seems that the arrangement for me is to capture alive as the first priority."

Qin Fan shook his head helplessly, this self-talk did not stop the pace of the crowd like before, but sped up a lot vaguely.

"200 meters."

It was three short words again, and because there was no response, Qin Fan felt a little bored, and continued to ask tentatively:

"In this case, I have no way out. Logically speaking, shouldn't someone jump out and mock me, or at least show some attitude.

That is, to capture alive should be to use my identity, or to pry some information from my mouth. "

It was still silent, but at this moment these disciples showed the disciplinary qualities of a famous sect, and of course they might not dare to respond or be unable to respond.

"There are indeed many secrets in me. These secrets can even bring a martial artist who has just entered the martial arts directly into the innate realm. Aren't you really curious?"

At this time, the sound of footsteps was no longer simple, but the sound of breathing became more rapid, and besides the disciples who surrounded Qin Fan in the first circle, a group of vague figures appeared behind him.

Inexplicably, the progress of these disciples slowed down a lot, and Wan Du Gong, who covered the upper half of his face with a hood, could not allow Qin Fan to observe the changes in his eyes.

But the eyes of those pale-faced disciples of the Nether Corpse Sect gradually revealed a trace of wavering.

Even though they knew that this statement might be a lie, they still thought of the strict order from Wandu Palace and the Innate Realm masters of Nether Corpse Sect to capture Qin Fan alive.

But you can't hurt him a little bit, even to take care of his weak physique, some ordinary smoke can't be used, lest he accidentally kill him.

These disciples naturally had a lot of puzzlement in their hearts, and at the same time, they also moved a little bit of careful thinking.

However, no one responded to Qin Fan first, but the surrounding atmosphere began to become a little subtle.

"It seems that none of you can make a decision."

Qin Fan's tone changed a bit at this time. Before, he was like a poor creature struggling to survive, trying hard to grasp a glimmer of life.

Now he is indifferent to the point of being devoid of emotion, as if all his patience has been exhausted, and he doesn't even bother to continue to hide it.

"100 meters."

The next three words made the disciples of the two sects closest to Qin Fan stop at the same time.

Some of the disciples behind were still thinking about the reason for Qin Fan's change of tone. When they noticed the sudden stop of the disciples walking in front, they couldn't help being puzzled.

Immediately, they quickly understood why those disciples were motionless, and under the scorching sun, several of them had already started to tremble. Drops of sweat fell from their foreheads, necks, and every part of their bodies onto the dry ground!

Tick, tick, tick.

One person, ten people, or a hundred people fully explained what it meant to be sweating profusely, but their expressions were more exciting than the oozing sweat.

A uniform look of horror covered his face, and even his body began to tremble uncontrollably due to excessive fear!

At this moment, the small carriage in front of them was like a gate leading to the underworld for them. The strong death energy turned into Yan Luo's hand to hold their hearts, and it only took a light force to sink them into hell !

In the carriage, Qin Fan's eyes were closed tightly, and a tyrannical spiritual coercion enveloped the surroundings, but it was different from ordinary spiritual coercion, mixed with his martial arts true meaning - dead zone (virtual)!
For a long time, Qin Fan felt that the true meaning of martial arts was for provocation or for evil people. After all, he had used it three times in total, and the results were all memorable to him.

The first time was against Li Xun Huan, at that time he was not yet proficient in the true meaning of martial arts, and the opponent sent him away with a knife, which made him not understand the true meaning of martial arts enough.

And the second time was to experiment on Feng Mo, and then a sudden blow of saber energy almost cut him in half along with the house behind him.

At that time, Feng Mo said that when a martial artist feels fear, he will crush it with his fists, so Qin Fan's true meaning of martial arts is like a living target.

Facing a master who is stronger than him, it is very likely that he will be given a second by a sudden blow from the opponent.

In the past, Qin Fan also secretly thought that the true meaning of martial arts was a bit of a pitfall, but he and Feng Mo seemed to have overlooked one point. The definition of a warrior is what Feng Mo said based on his own understanding.

And how many people in this world would be like Feng Mo, who would face the fear directly when faced with fear for the first time, perhaps a master above the innate realm could reach this step in terms of state of mind.

However, masters above the innate realm represent great masters, and there are only so many people in the entire Jianghu.

As for the third time facing Mo Yunlan, Qin Fan had already planted the seeds of fear in his heart through an anti-ambush, and the subsequent process turned this fear into despair.

In addition, the nine-turn maze arranged by Xia Jinyu completely concealed Qin Fan's traces. Mo Yunlan wanted to crush the swelling despair, but there was nothing she could do. In the end, she could only drink her hatred under Qin Fan's knife.

This proves for the third time that the dead zone (virtual) can soar infinitely when combined with his Xiaoqin Feidao, but the premise is that he can withstand its backlash.

However, the three times of using it did not develop the full effect of the dead zone (virtual). Qin Fan's target is still the grand master level. At this stage, the strong have few pitiful weaknesses, and their state of mind tends to be more perfect.

This also means that some of the experimental data are not reliable at all, which is why this scene happened today.

"Since you have taken the first step, let's stay."

This voice came to everyone's ears clearly, including some disciples from the two factions who have not stepped into the area of ​​Qin Fan's spiritual coercion.

These disciples didn't know what was going on at all. They only saw the hundreds of people who were advancing towards the carriage suddenly stop, and then they seemed to see the most terrifying thing in the world.

And Qin Fan's words made them seem to understand something, but still no one retreated. After all, no one died, and no one died, which means
boom--!
Among the disciples of the two sects who were standing still and shivering, a member of the Wandu Palace sect whose realm was only at the early stage of Qi Condensation Realm suddenly exploded, spilling blood droplets onto the faces and bodies of the surrounding motionless disciples.

They could clearly feel the scorching blood running down their cheeks and hair, and at the same time, the ever-increasing fear seemed to be irrigated by this blood rain, and began to grow violently!
Bang, bang, bang——!
One after another, it seemed to cause a chain reaction, and this place really turned into a bloody dead zone!

And the disciples of the two factions who were about to take a few steps in the rear suddenly froze in place. At this moment, they deeply felt the feeling of great terror coming.

Especially after noticing that the disciple beside him was shrouded in spiritual coercion and turned into blood in less than a few breaths, and the seeds buried in his heart began to take root and grow!
In the carriage, Qin Fan rubbed his brows, the real effect of the true meaning of martial arts was manifested, just like killing Mo Yunlan, fear is nothing but nourishment, it is the power to strengthen oneself.

Different from using Xiaoqin Feidao before, this time the power to integrate into oneself has begun to comprehensively increase the range and strength of mental power!
In fact, Qin Fan has always thought about a question. In the introduction of Dead Zone (Xu), there is such a sentence.

[For targets that are already timid, integrate the momentum of stripping the opponent into yourself, and greatly increase the power of the moves after the momentum is accumulated. 】

In fact, warriors who can use power need to reach at least the Tongmai state, so if they are dealing with warriors in the quenching state and the condensing state, what kind of way will this be peeled off.

At this moment, Qin Fan has realized that when facing warriors in these two realms, when the intensity of the dead zone (virtual) reaches the opponent's unbearable strength, it is no longer stripping but obliterating!

The generation of momentum is driven by the power of spirit combined with the power of qi and blood. For a warrior who cannot do this, his spiritual power and power of qi and blood will become the nourishment of fear, and then turn into a star in the spiritual sea. Nowhere to plant a bomb!

Until— bang, it will all be over.

"One, Thirteen, 130 Two, 270 Four, 390 Seven"

The cold numbers spit out from Qin Fan's mouth one by one. He was counting the number of deaths. Except for some disciples from the two sects who were still hiding behind and hesitated, there were already 430 nine masters of Qi Condensation who contributed their own blood to this battle. The treacherous and gorgeous red rain.

And to the disciples of the two sects, the indifferent voice seemed to be announcing their death, and as the number continued to increase, someone would die again.

Immediate death is actually not terrible, what is really terrible is the powerless waiting for death to come.

At this moment, the breath of despair began to spread, and as Qin Fan's spiritual power continued to merge into the momentum of separation and expanded, some hesitant disciples of the two factions were also shrouded in the dead zone (virtual)!

Just when Qin Fan was a little bored and thought that everything would end like this, a voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.

"Everyone, didn't you find out! Those who died were all disciples in the Qi Condensation Realm, and no one was killed or injured in the Tongmai Realm, which also means that his strength is far less terrifying than imagined!"

The corners of Qin Fan's mouth raised slightly, and there was a hint of joy in his smile.

Because he noticed that the man who opened his mouth was already able to take the first step. Although his face was still dripping with sweat, his expression was not filled with fear, but his eyes revealed firmness.

"your name?"

"Wan Poison Palace, Feng Yuan Chu."

This man named Feng Yuanchu looks very ordinary, and he belongs to the kind that can't be found in the crowd, but he has broken through the fear in his heart, and even when he takes heavy steps, he is no longer so difficult.

"Villa Master Qin, thank you for your help, otherwise I wouldn't have broken through to the late stage of Tongmai Realm so quickly."

Feng Yuanchu gave Qin Fan a distant salute expressionlessly, and his performance also rekindled hope for some disciples from the two sects who were still looking desperate.

Especially for the masters of the Tongmai Realm, they soon discovered that this mysterious move was actually far less terrifying than they had expected.

Because the coverage of this mental coercion is too wide, it is doomed that the personal effect on them is not strong, as long as they can overcome their fear, they can break free by force.

So what they have to do at this time is to defeat themselves!
"As expected of the Ten Thousand Poison Palace, even though it looks like the sun is setting, there are still some geniuses in the door."

Qin Fan said softly, seeing that there were seven people who had also overcome their fear and stood behind Feng Yuanchu and approached him, there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

The distance of [-] meters is very short, as close as only a few dozen steps, but even if they overcome their fear, they still walk cautiously.

But when looking at the carriage that was close at hand, and looking at the two serpentine horses that were restlessly pawing at the soil on the ground, especially when confirming that they were not attacked by other people.

Their faces subconsciously overflowed with a trace of self-satisfaction and excitement, Feng Yuanchu was even more excited and began to breathe rapidly.

As long as Qin Fan can be captured alive, his first skill is stable. At the same time, it also confirms that Qin Fan is a paper tiger, and the terrifying spiritual coercion is more like a special kind of spiritual mystery.

As for the melee ability, Qin Fan might not be able to block his three moves!

This kind of serious biased martial artist is not uncommon in Jianghu, so there is nothing strange about it.

Until he drew up his true energy, a layer of poisonous flames covered his right palm, and his eyes full of murderous intent locked on the two snakes and horses.

"Hey, why do you have to attack the horse?"

Immediately, Feng Yuanchu felt an extreme danger far surpassing fear coming, he subconsciously turned around, and what caught his eyes was bloody petals all over the sky!
Everyone in the field of vision, whether they were active or immobile disciples, all burst into scattered red fragments, like a river of blood pouring down into the sky.

And his consciousness completely disappeared at this moment.

He didn't know that the mental coercion used by Qin Fan just now was always in the stage of gaining momentum, and it was not until Qin Fan's irrational behavior that Qin Fan was able to end the experiment early.

"The rest of the fish that slipped through the net will be handed over to you."

A thin figure in the jungle flashed away.

(End of this chapter)