The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 2668 Who can stop it?

Chapter 690 Who can stop it?

Hearing that Xia Lin'an was a talented pilot and had a record of one against thirteen, Ye Fan gave up the idea of ​​bloodbath.

He simply stunned the man in yellow and the rest of the guards, and then pierced Xia Lin'an with a few silver needles.

After he completely controlled the fighter camp, he let the four chess pieces 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 and floated towards Shenjiabao on the mountain like a ghost.

Although another hour passed, Ye Fan still wanted to go up to see the situation.

If Shen Qiye and the others were still alive, Ye Fan would find a way to help them.

If Shen Qiye and the others are all killed in battle, Ye Fan will let the fighters wipe the ground.

Come and come, 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 detouring a dozen times in the dark passage, Ye Fan jumped out from a rainwater manhole cover.

This is a place to store food.

But Ye Fan didn't stay too long, he glanced around and went out quickly.

I didn't see a few Shen family nephews 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 from the east side.

Ye Fan straightened his body and rushed towards the source of the sound.

Ten minutes later, Ye Fan appeared in the Zhaixing Tower on the east side of Shenjiabao, just in time to overlook the entire east side square.

In the field of vision, the sky began to drizzle, and the moist things fell silently on the square.

Not only does it make the ground wet, but it also makes people feel a bit chillier.

It's just that the people in the square didn't care at all.

Ye Fan concentrated his eyes and glanced around.

In the middle of the square on the east side, there are nearly a hundred men and women in Chinese clothes, all of them graceful and luxurious, with extraordinary momentum.

The thirteen people in the core position give people a superior posture.

Ye Fan thought of Zheng Qianye's information, and quickly judged that this might be the notary group.

Then he glanced at both sides of the square, and on the left sat No. 150 people from the Tianxia Chamber of Commerce.

Among them, a tall and slender woman in white clothes was the most dazzling, dressed as a man, and she was three points similar to Temujin.

He is personable, with proud eyebrows and eyes, and a heroic posture, and his every gesture is full of the aura of a nobleman.

Ye Fan was slightly surprised, he recognized that it was Temu Wuyue, but he didn't expect her to look so harmless to humans and animals.

Then Ye Fan scanned the right side again.

He saw Shen Qiye, Yinpo, Li Taibai, Beibao, Donglang and Shen Chuge.

The main force of the Shen family is basically still there, but all of them were seriously injured, not only were their mouths and noses bleeding, but their faces were as pale as paper.

It was as if they had all been hit hard.

And compared to the more than 100 people in Iron Wood Wuyue, there are only less than 30 people on Shen Qiye's side.

The Shen family with only one high-quality horse really couldn't handle the rampage of the World Chamber of Commerce with three high-quality horses.

This also means that 150 people from the World Chamber of Commerce died, while Shen Qiye and the others lost 270 people.

"Shen Qiye, there have been 27 competitions, and your Shen family lost 270 games, and [-] people died."

At this time, a loud and rough voice came from the notary group: "Do you still want to make unnecessary sacrifices?"

"The three barely victorious games were won by Yin Po, Sword God and the Four Great Wars."

"If that's the case, Sword God, Yin Po and the four generals of the Eastern Wolf were also seriously injured."

"In my opinion, your Shen family should just admit defeat."

"Ms. Teki Muzuki might bypass some of your Shen family when she's in a good mood."

"It's far better than all of you dying in the ring."

A white-haired old man sat on the main seat and said to Shen Qiye: "Leaving a few seeds is far better than annihilating the entire army."

A luxurious and beautiful woman in purple also parted her red lips lightly:
"Yes, as long as you surrender, I can guarantee that Aunt Qiuye will survive."

The other notaries also advised Shen Qiye to give up struggling.

This was not really for the good of Shen Qiye, but rather the dying struggle of the masters of the Shen family, which still caused considerable harm.

Temu Wuyue originally thought that if 100 people died, the Shen family would be settled.

Unexpectedly, 150 people have died now, and there are still [-] blood left in the Shen family.

"when!"

Shen Qiye raised his hand, and a black gun was nailed into the ring, instantly suppressing the noise of the crowd.

Then he shot up, landed on the high platform like a cheetah, scanned the crowd and said:
"For me, there is only death in battle, absolutely no surrender."

"And we have already fought with the World Chamber of Commerce to such an extent that there is no possibility of reconciliation between the two parties."

"With so many people dead, and the consumption of several masters from the World Chamber of Commerce, Temu Wuyue has long wanted to kill my whole family."

"I'm dead standing, and I'm dead kneeling. It's better to fight a few more."

"Tiemuwuyue, don't talk nonsense, the next battle, I, Shen Qiye, will come in person."

After finishing speaking, Shen Qiye pointed at Iron Wood Wuyue:
"Tiemuwuyue, do you dare to fight me personally in this battle?"

"If you kill me, you will not only destroy the last breath of the Shen family's vitality, but also make you famous all over the world."

"Killing Shen Qiye's reputation is enough to make your reputation surpass that of Tie Mujin."

Shen Qiye shouted: "It's a man, come up and fight with me."

In the cold rain, Shen Qiye showed his arrogance.

Tetsumu Wuyue's pretty face did not show anger, but instead smiled lightly, leaning on the seat with both legs:

"Shuai Shen is impassioned and passionate, and his blood is bursting with enthusiasm when he hears it."

"Unfortunately, I'm not a man, so I won't fight you."

"But I can give Shen Zhanshuai a chance to become famous all over the world."

"Come here, let Shuai Shen's chance to become famous with one against ten."

Tiemu Wuyue countered Shen Qiye's army.

As soon as the voice fell, ten people shot up and stood in front of Shen Qiye like javelins.

Without saying a word, they drew their swords backhanded.

With a clang, ten swords were unsheathed at the same time, and the cold light instantly shocked everyone's eyes.

The killing intent is monstrous.

Shen Chuge subconsciously shouted in a low voice: "Ten knives in the snow mountain?"

Dong Lang and the others also changed their faces when they heard the words, knowing that these were ten enemies with extremely fast sword skills.

It is rumored that they will see blood when they cut a knife, and cutting people is like cutting watermelons.

And tacit cooperation is an enemy not to be underestimated.

Temu Wuyue smiled: "Miss Shen is really smart, she can recognize their origins at a glance."

"That's right, it's the Snow Mountain Ten Knives."

"Drink the strongest wine, use the fastest knife, and kill the strongest enemy."

"It is rumored that Shen Zhanshuai is invincible with a spear, and the speed of his spear is comparable to a shooting star. Tonight, let us take a look."

"Whether it's Shen Zhanshuai's guns or their knives."

Tiemu Wuyue looked down at Shen Qiye from above, with a playful smile: "Shen Zhanshuai, I wish you success."

Shen Chuge's pretty face turned cold: "My father will not let you down."

Yinpo shouted: "Shen Zhanshuai, let us fight side by side with you."

Although they were seriously injured, they still had some strength. Ten people fighting together was better than Shen Qiye fighting ten alone.

Sword God also coughed out a mouthful of blood: "Shen Zhanshuai, we can share a lot."

Shen Qiye gently waved his hand to stop, and the voice resounded throughout the audience:
"You just finished the fierce battle, you need a little time to buffer, otherwise you will be completely injured and lose your combat effectiveness."

"This time, let me do it."

"I have killed thousands of troops, and I am more than enough to deal with the top ten iron wood masters."

Shen Qiye turned around and looked at the ten enemies and said softly: "Let's attack."

Tekimozuki tilted his head.

The ten iron wood masters immediately flicked their wrists.

The light of the knife shot towards Shen Qiye's eyes.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, Shen Qiye's eyes turned cold.

There was no emotion in those eyes, nor was it stimulated by the light of the knife, there was only indifference and killing.

Shen Qiye stretched out his hand to hold the spear.

At the moment when his fingers gripped the cold gun body.

I saw that the black clothes on his body shook slightly, and countless drizzles were bounced into fine gouache.

The bodies of many people present couldn't help shaking: they have such a domineering momentum.

When Shen Qiye raised that long-lost pitch-black spear, he seemed to have become another person.

Those desolate raindrops seemed to feel something, and they swayed and tilted silently to avoid them, and no more drops floated in front of him.

Shen Qiye stood like a black-armored demon god, standing with his spear horizontally.

"kill!"

The ten iron and wood masters rushed forward with all their strength, but when they approached three meters, their pupils shrank suddenly:
Shen Qiye made a move!

Guns roared through the air!

Although Shen Qiye was single-handed and injured, Master Tiemu clearly felt that he was possessed by the Overlord of Western Chu at the moment.

He was extremely proud, extremely calm, and his aura was as monstrous as a flood.

"kill!"

Master Tiemu's eyelids twitched and he let out a roar, bursting out with all his fighting spirit.

Ten long knives roared and chopped down.

The sword light is like ten flying dragons.

In their view, even if Shen Qiye couldn't be hacked to death, he could still be seriously injured and vomit blood.

But they are all wrong.

Just one shot.

The cold wind and rain stagnate.

The air flow on the high platform sank.

The pitch-black and thick steel spear, like a dragon coming out of the abyss, swept away ten long knives with a bang.

Then he rushed towards the throat of the iron wood master without losing momentum.

Even if they retreated with all their strength when the knife was broken, even if they kept a distance of three meters from Shen Qiye.

But the momentum of that shot split their spirits like a sharp knife.

With a bang, the armor of the ten people split.

"kill!"

Shen Qiye shot backhand.

Ten heads shot up into the sky.

With a gun in hand, who can beat it?

(End of this chapter)