The wind rises.

At the intersection of Windmill Village, two groups of people are facing each other, and the atmosphere is tense and stagnant.

The people of Windmill Village have already embraced some kind of determination, but at this moment, the people of Black Cross are in a dilemma. Although the villagers of Windmill Village are just ordinary people, although there are many of them, they will not be their opponents, but when there is a Fang Yan in the crowd who is stronger than them, the result is a little uncertain, Fang Yan can use the crowd to defeat them individually.

Fang Yan looked at the Black Cross people coldly: "Take your boss and get out of the windmill village." ”

"Humph!" Most of the Black Cross members had a look of disgrief on their faces. Originally, according to the internal rules of the Black Cross, when encountering a village that resisted the "donation", the correct way for the Black Cross team to retreat was not to clash with the village on the spot. As for the accounts with the village, they will be slowly settled later.

However, this time was different, they had to bring Fang Yan back before they could explain to the top, otherwise they would be severely punished. After all, they have an unshirkable responsibility for today's incident, no matter from which point of view. Now, they lack someone who can make an idea.

The situation was at a stalemate.

This impasse was finally broken with the arrival of a person.

The man who came here wore a standard katana pinned to his waist, a black trench coat in addition to a black power suit, and a black cross tattooed on the back of his hand. When they saw his figure appear, everyone in the Black Cross breathed a sigh of relief and showed a relaxed look.

"The boss is here!"

"Team Leader!"

The black-clothed warrior glanced at the fat man Pigno, who was lying on the ground not far away and was being taken care of by two people, shrugged his shoulders at the Black Cross and said, "Now I am the deputy team leader, and the team leader is over there, you have to figure this out." ”

"Hahahaha・・・・・・" The members of the Black Cross burst into laughter, and the stars gathered around the black-clothed samurai like a moon, and the black-clothed samurai smiled naturally. From here, you can also see the substantial difference between him and the fat Pignor.

"Boss, didn't you go to explore the next village, why did you suddenly come back?" The man standing on the left hand side of the black-clothed warrior asked, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

The black-clothed warrior's face changed, and he replied with a snort: "I met the people of the seventh group on the way, and those bastards crossed the line again." Since that village has just 'donated', of course it can't go back immediately, and it has to give people a way to live. This account will be calculated with the seven groups in the future. ”

Then, naturally, it was these Black Cross members who were scolding the seventh group in their mouths, but Fang Yan keenly felt a trace of fear from their tones.

In fact, there is still one thing that the black warrior has not said, that is, he has actually arrived here a long time ago. However, at that time, Fang Yan was about to teach the fat man Pigno, who had robbed him of the position of team leader, so he happily hid to the side and watched, and at the same time felt a secret feeling in his heart. It was only at this time that the situation changed, and he jumped out to clean up the mess.

Now the black-clothed warrior seemed to be in a pretty good mood, with a smile on his face all the time, and after saying a few words to the people around him, he shifted his gaze to Fang Yan.

"Little brother, if the two of us fight now, which side do you think will win?" The black-clad warrior smiled.

Under the gaze of the black-clothed warrior, Fang Yan gritted his teeth lightly, feeling an inexplicable pressure. The person in front of him is by no means an idle person, although he is far inferior to the swordsman he saw last night, but he is not comparable to his current self.

Fang Yan's face was expressionless, and he closed his mouth tightly and did not speak. Before the arrival of the black-clothed warriors, the reason why Fang Yan had the confidence to defeat the Black Cross people was because he believed that he could use the cover of the villagers to defeat each other. And now, the black warrior alone can drag himself or even defeat him directly. Such a battle can basically be said to be without suspense.

"Looks like you're clear too." The black-clothed warrior smiled and said, "The current situation is like this, you want to protect the people of this village, and all we want is to capture you and bring you back to the village, and we don't have much malice towards the village itself." I don't want to cause too much killing, so I'll give you two options. ”

"First," the black-clothed warrior raised a finger, "and we are at war now, and I believe that there will be many dead and wounded in the chaotic battle, whether it is your village or my brothers. ”

Fang Yan's eyebrows moved.

"Second," the black-clothed warrior stretched out his hand to point at Fang Yan, and then stretched out his thumb and pointed at himself, "Let's have a one-on-one sala!" ”

Sala, a language that has been handed down from the time of the ancient Valoran, means a one-on-one duel between two warriors, and no one can interfere. Originally, this language has disappeared into the long river of history, but for some reason this word has become inexplicably popular in recent years, and it is widely circulated in the circle of lower-class warriors of Valoran 6. Now, if you go to contact this circle, you can often hear many people saying things like "disagreeing with sala".

After a slight pause in his tone, the black-clothed warrior continued, "If you win this one-on-one duel, we will leave here, and we will not pursue the village's refusal to donate today, and the consequences of the previous Sakura Village will definitely not happen to you." ”

"If I win, please come with us." The black-clothed warrior stared at Fang Yan.

Wind stops.

"Brother Fang Yan, don't promise him!" Not far away, Lolita struggled to her feet and shouted. Although she didn't have any strength yet, she could feel the terrifying strength of this black-clothed warrior, and his fierce momentum was far above Fang Yan. Lolita forgot the pain in her body for a while, and looked at Fang Yan with a worried face, for fear that he would agree.

Fang Yan was silent, and looked back at the people in the windmill village behind him, their faces also had Fang Yan's worries. After all, in their eyes, Fang Yan had always been a child who lived alone and needed their care, but now he had to face such a terrible enemy. However, Fang Yan also saw a hint of expectation on their faces.

Fang Yan knew what the villagers were expecting, the conditions that the black-clothed warrior said were too tempting. Originally, they couldn't bear to resist under the constant persecution of the fat man Pigno, and they already had the determination to die, after all, the example of Sakura Village was placed there. But now, they got new hope from the words of the black-clothed warrior, and they looked forward to Fang Yan being able to defeat the black-clothed warrior and help them get hope for a peaceful life again. Although, they themselves know that this possibility is too small.

Facing the eyes of the villagers, Fang Yan was silent.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Fang Yan looked at the black-clothed warrior calmly, and said, "I can promise you an appointment, but I hope you can promise me a condition - no, it's a request." ”

"Please." The black-clothed warrior's eyes showed a glint of interest, and he stretched out his hand to signal Fang Yan to continue.

Fang Yan smiled and said seriously: "I hope that no matter what the outcome of this battle is, please don't pursue the refusal of Windmill Village to donate today, they just want to live in peace as before." ”

The black-clothed warrior looked directly at Fang Yan, and Fang Yan looked at him calmly. After a long time, the black-clothed warrior spoke: "Okay, I promise you that I will not report today's incident in Windmill Village to the above. ”

When the black-clothed warrior said this, Fang Yan clearly felt that everyone in the windmill village behind him breathed a sigh of relief. With a relieved smile on his face, Fang Yan nodded at the black-clothed warrior: "Although you are an enemy, I think you are a good person." ”

"It's just a gesture for me, and since you don't have the confidence to win, why not let me help you." The black-clothed warrior said lightly, "In this way, it can also make you die blindly." ”

"Oh, you seem to be sure you can easily defeat me?" Fang Yan moved his neck, a habitual smile appeared on his face, "I admit that the possibility of this battle is unknown, so I asked you for an extra layer of insurance, but this doesn't mean that I admit defeat." I'm quite confident in myself. ”

"There is no need to say superfluous words," the black-clothed warrior took off his windbreaker and threw it aside, waved his hand to take the sword at his waist, and pointed it at Fang Yan with the scabbard, "Yamuza, please advise." ”

Fang Yan's body did not move, and he looked at the black-clothed warrior Yamuzha indifferently: "Fang Yan." ”

The breeze blew gently, gently bringing up a burst of loess.

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