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Chapter 90
The situation just now was indeed urgent. As long as one of the two sides said a wrong word or did a wrong thing, there might be a fight. Now, Fan Zeng took the initiative to admit his mistakes, which made the air in the tent much more comfortable.

Although Liu Bang knows that he is not in danger now, it does not mean that he will not be in danger in the future.

Danger is always there!

Their hearts are still very tense!
Whether Liu Bang can escape from the tiger's mouth is still unknown.

Guo Qishuai had learned the lesson of "Hongmen Banquet". At that time, he felt nervous all over his body, as if he had become a member of the book, nervous and worried.

Today, he was on the scene in person, and he felt that this kind of tension could squeeze his heart to his throat.

Fortunately, Guo Qishuai has martial arts in his body. Li Xunhuan taught him the phantom palm and flying knives. With his martial arts, it is not a problem for him to escape from Xiang Yu's army.

However, it is not easy to protect Liu Bang from Xiang Yu's camp smoothly.

[If Liu Bang has something to do, you stay here! 】

The system issued another order to Guo Qishui.

Guo Qishuai felt too much pressure.

Fan Zeng smiled and said: "Well, today is the day when King Xiang and his subordinates meet. Let's not make it look like we are going to fight. I suggest that Xiang Zhuang, a master swordsman in our camp, come out and dance for everyone. The field of swordsmanship, let everyone open their eyes and relax!"

Xiang Yu was the first to clap his hands, his subordinates followed suit, and Liu Bang's people were embarrassed not to clap their hands.

After a burst of warm applause, a tall man in armor, holding a long sword in his hand, danced slowly amidst the ups and downs of the zither, the sword moved with him, and the shadows of the sword were patchwork. Like condensed.

"Xiang Zhuang's sword dance is aimed at Peigong!" Of course Guo Qishuai knew their intentions.

In fact, their intentions are very obvious. Pei Gong knew it, Fan Kuai knew it, and even Xiang Bo knew it.

Xiang Zhuang wanted to attack Liu Bang several times, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Every time he swung his sword, Liu Bang's heart beat violently.

With the trend of Xiang Zhuangjian, Xiang Bo felt that the matter was becoming more and more urgent, and he had to come forward to stop it, otherwise, Liu Bang would be killed in the end.

"Dancing the sword alone is indeed boring. I would like to dance with Xiang Zhuang to help the wine."

Seeing Xiang Yu nod his head, Uncle Xiang raised his sword and danced with Xiang Zhuang.

Both of them are experts in using swords, and their sword skills are frightening.

Although Xiang Zhuang's sword still had tricks to kill Liu Bang, every move was broken by Xiang Bo.

Sometimes, Xiang Bo even used his body to protect Liu Bang, so that Xiang Zhuang had no chance to kill Liu Bang.

When Fan Zeng saw Xiang Bo protecting Liu Bang, he was so angry that he crushed the cups on the table.

The two fought against each other for [-] rounds in the tent, with neither winning nor losing. Fan Zeng felt that this was not going to work, so he clapped his hands and said, "Xiang Zhuang, Xiang Bo's swordsmanship is superb, it's really eye-opening. There is no difference between winners and losers, this sword dance is a tie, and each will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver, please step back, and next, I want to show everyone a more exciting performance."

Liu Bang escaped the sword dancing crisis, and before he could relax, he heard that Fan Zeng had another idea.

At this time, Liu Bang felt that if he sat on someone else's chopping board, he would be chopped with a knife sooner or later.

Fan Zeng clapped his hands, and a tall and strong man with a beard walked into the middle of the camp, holding a throwing knife in his hand.

The flying knife is extremely sharp.

Xiang Yu was puzzled, and said, "Yafu, are you asking him to perform flying knife stunts for everyone?"

Yafu said: "It's too boring to perform flying knives stunts. The subordinates think that let him and Liu Bang's subordinates shoot flying knives at each other in a competition. Each has a flying knives, with the name of a gong, and the sound of the gong, two People can shoot throwing knives at any time. It doesn't matter whether they live or die, each has his destiny. After a round of competition, the living person can continue to challenge, and the dead person carries out the tent."

Xiang Yu said: "Then what if both of them are alive?"

"Then let's do it again until the winner is determined."

Guo Qishuai thought to himself, this is a life-and-death duel, and he felt the tension before the match even started.

Xiang Bo said to Fan Kuai: "The man holding the flying knife is Duan Qianshan. I heard that his flying knife can penetrate Yang with a hundred steps, which is better than a first-class archer."

Fan Kui was startled and said, "What should I do? I'm not afraid to fight him with a sword, but I can't fight him with flying knives."

"What? Doesn't one of Pei Gong's men dare to come out to fight?"

Duan Qianshan laughed and said: "Hahaha... so it turns out that Peigong's subordinates are a bunch of idiots, they don't even have the guts to compare me with throwing knives, I think you might as well go home and farm, don't embarrass yourself here. "

"You..." Fan Kui stared angrily, but he didn't dare to go up.

In fact, he wasn't afraid of death, but felt that going up now would mean sending him to death.

Fan Zeng's plan was to kill all the generals around Pei Gong, and then deal with Liu Bang.

This is a very poisonous strategy!
Guo Qishuai's throwing knife has passed Li Xunhuan's true biography, so it is not difficult for him to shoot Duan Qianshan with the throwing knife.

When he was about to go out, a general behind Liu Bang, wearing armor and holding a long sword, stood up and said, "Yue is not talented, and I want to compare this flying knife with you."

After Yue Hong went up, he gave the long sword to Fan Kui, and took a flying knife himself.

Fan Kui was particularly worried about him, saying: "Be careful, Duan Qianshan's throwing knife is not easy."

Yue Hong said: "I practiced flying knives when I was three years old, and when I was ten years old, I could pierce Yang with a hundred steps. I have never met an opponent. Today is just the right time to try it."

Duan Qianshan and Yue Hong stood at a distance of three feet.

Duan Qianshan tightly held the flying knife in his hand, with a serious face, he said: "I have practiced flying knife stunts since I was a child, so far, 1 people have died in my hands, you are [-] bit."

"You are wrong. Today is the last time you throw a flying knife. After today, you can lie underground and rest forever."

Fan Zeng said: "Both of you, please get ready, as soon as the gong sounds, both of you will have your own destiny."

Duan Qianshan looked at Liu Bang on the left, then at Yue Hong, with a murderous aura exuding from his eyes.

Yue Hong's hands were shaking, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

He knew very well that this time, the duel between him and Duan Qianshan was not only related to his life and death, but also Liu Bang's life and death. He had to win, and he couldn't be careless.

People, the more nervous they are, the more their hands shake.

Sometimes, trembling hands indicate a person's guilty conscience.

Yue Hong really didn't have much confidence, it was almost impossible for him to win Duan Qianshan.

The real Yue Hong had never practiced throwing knives at all, and he was just talking big, trying to bluff the other party.

A truly powerful opponent cannot be bluffed.

Yue Hong wanted to strike first, and when the gong sounded, he would send out the throwing knife.

(End of this chapter)