The wet and salty sea breeze, mixed with a strong bloody smell, was cold and pungent.
Thousands of shark oil lamps lit up in the big boat, like a bright moon rising from the dark sea.
In the bright lights, the blood and corpses not far away can be seen more and more clearly. The corpses were all over the place, the flesh and blood pieces were stacked together, and there were people with half of their bodies left, but still breathing. The cries of pain had long since dissipated, only faint moans and painful gasps.
The whole dragon travel treasure ship is like a purgatory on earth.
Qingyiluan was lying in a pool of blood, restrained by more than ten chains. The guards holding the chains were expressionless, after all, they were used to seeing life and death, even more bloody and terrifying scenes than now.
And those who are dead or who are better than dead are the victims of it just now subdued.
Duan Chongxuan knew that when the other party turned on the lights at this time, it was nothing more than wanting him to be shocked by such a tragic situation. As a useless prince who was raised in the deep palace as a child, and then raised to the Cangya Mountains when he grew up, he should have been frightened and panicked.
He glanced at Wang Xi, but the other party didn't say anything and urged him, as if he was extremely patient, he said, "Your Highness, have you figured it out?"
Knowing that using the streamer chain will make Qingyiluan go crazy and hurt people, the loss is incalculable, but he doesn't care what the price of his subordinates pays.
Cold-hearted at this point, it is indeed very suitable for doing big things, such as rebellion.
Of course, the owner of the villainous dog. Duan Chongxuan thought of the uncle who always smiled gently in his memory, and his heart was cold.
He said, "I will go with you to visit King Xian. But I want to treat Luan Er first."
When the dust settled, Wang Xi breathed a sigh of relief, "This is natural, please, Your Highness."
After all, there are too many killers on the prince's body, and it is impossible to guard against it. Can not do it, of course, is the best choice.
He stepped aside, and the surrounding heavy siege also gave way.
The guard holding the chain did not move, but did not stop Duan Chongxuan.
When Luan Er saw him approaching, his violent and angry eyes were originally a sea of fire, but suddenly became watery, like a child's grievance red eyes.
Duan Chongxuan gently smoothed its feathers, leaned down, and fed an elixir to its mouth. Luan Er whimpered in a low voice, opened his mouth to eat in obediently, and rubbed into his arms again.
The Guards, who were waiting in full force, couldn't figure out how the beast with terrifying lethality just now changed its appearance.
Duan Chongxuan patted it, turned around and walked back.
Qingyiluan is still obedient.
Many people were relieved.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
An extremely bright electric light ripped through the night!
A clear and high-pitched cry rang out, like a crane chirping like a phoenix, and the wind whistled, and the half-shrunken figure of Qingyi Luan appeared in the air.
And Duan Chongxuan was holding a long spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear was emitting white smoke. It was he who cut off the streamer chain between Luan Er's neck just now.
There has never been any lightning, just too fast, and the shadow of the gun is like a flash of lightning!
Beacon fire wolf smoke.
'Fenghuo' is not a sword, but a gun. If it is said that the number one magic weapon in the world today is well-deserved, the 'Spring Mountain Smile' and 'Autumn Wind Li' made of Linyuan Sword, then this long spear that accompanied the founding emperor of Beilu to fight in the South and the North is fully qualified to be ranked in the top five .
Duan Chongxuan's 'fire and wolf smoke' was barely two points of true meaning, but it was able to cut off the streamer chain, purely based on the original power of the magic weapon.
The moment the chain between his neck broke, Luan Er shrank rapidly and escaped from the rest of the restraint!
Duan Chongxuan's spear swept across, and the sea fog gathered under the tip of the spear, the momentum was like a gust of wind, everyone took into account his identity and did not dare to shoot with all their strength.
The first person to react was Wang Xi, who stood up and flew over, shouting, "Release the arrows! Form a formation!"
The bow and arrow are wound, and countless arrows are shot at the Qingyi Luan in the air! At the moment of leaving the crossbow, the arrowhead ignited a raging flame!
On the pitch-dark sea, the bright flames streaked across the long night like a shower of stars.
More guards jumped onto the top deck and came here in a steady stream. The most recent soldiers' footwork changed suddenly, forming a trapped formation layer by layer, surrounding Duan Chongxuan.
Duan Chongxuan raised his head and shouted, "Run—"
But this time, Luan Er didn't listen to him.
It flaps its wings and swoops down from the sky! Pass through the overwhelming dense firelight!
Wang Xi snatched the bow and crossbow from the guards, puffed up his robes with energy, burst out with all his true essence, and flew out with one arrow!
The tip of the arrow pierced the air and made a piercing cry.
At the same time, the long sword on his side was unsheathed, and the pressure came first before the blade's edge arrived, causing Duan Chongxuan to retreat quickly, but he could not retreat from the trapped formation behind him!
At this moment, he suddenly remembered what his father said—
Even if you have a large army, you cannot avoid fighting alone.
He held the spear in front of him, no longer retreating, and was ready to take the knife.
Yu Guang saw that the arrows in the night were going too violently. Even though Luan Er tried his best to flap his wings, he was injured, so he should not be able to avoid it...
But in a matter of seconds, the sword's momentum dissipated, and the flames in the air were all extinguished.
Like a gust of wind, the killings and crises at sea were blown away by the wind.
Everyone looked towards where the wind was blowing.
There was a man standing on the bow.
People stand in the shadows that the lights can't see, but the spirit of the warriors around them is like a sharp blade, as if it can split space.
Breeze again. The figure fell in front of Duan Chongxuan.
Qingyiluan also just fell down, but because of exhaustion, he could only crouch at the feet of the two.
Only then did everyone see clearly that the visitor was actually a woman.
Chu Se is dressed in strong suits, with high black hair, and his heroic spirit is compelling.
Duan Chongxuan looked at the person in front of him and called out, "Second Senior Sister..."
Liu bullying turned sideways and nodded slightly, "En."
Wang Xi's face turned pale.
Because Duan Chongxuan broke the identity of this woman in a single voice, and let the knife that he unsheathed return to the sheath again.
There are very few people who have seen Liu Baishuang with her own eyes. She has been practicing on Xihua Peak for many years and is not keen on making a name for herself. But that doesn't mean she is anonymous.
On the contrary, because of the battle of Xiling Mountain many years ago, even today, the practitioners still dare not forget her.
Just like Jun Yu back then, she explained to the world very well that what is meant by combat power is far higher than realm.
Wang Xi signaled that the Imperial Guards should all retreat, and gave a proper greeting, "It's a long way to go, dare to ask fellow Daoist Liu why he came?"
The sincerity and courtesy of the other party were given the greatest degree of respect. According to the usual practice, one had to give some face and a few words of greeting.
But Liu bullying is just a hard way,
"Pick up my junior brother."
Wang Xi's expression turned even worse.
Duan Chongxuan suddenly wanted to laugh. Because he knew that Senior Sister didn't mean to show no face. It's that they don't have much experience in interacting with people and can't speak. Usually it is better to communicate with senior brothers and sisters, but when encountering strangers, they can only be regarded as cold and arrogant people.
Wang Xi added, "Fellow Daoist Liu, this matter is very involved, and it's more of a family affair in the Northern Imperial Capital... I believe you have heard a little bit about why your Highness went to Cangya Mountain to apprentice... If fellow Daoist can stand by and watch, Wang can be here. Make an oath, the day when the great event is accomplished, the prince will not forget the meaning of the Taoist friend today."
The sincerity is higher. It's a promise in disguise. Because he really didn't want to do it.
This vast ocean has nowhere to borrow, but the other party can cross out of thin air, and his true essence is still incomparably abundant, and his arrows and swords can be removed with a light flick of his sleeve. This alone is enough to make people jealous.
Duan Chongxuan was indeed a disciple of the Sword Saint, but that was also sent to Xi Huafeng with a letter of recommendation from Mr.
Why do you want to write a letter, sir? because of his original identity.
In other words, if he is not the prince, or if Duan Shengan dies and is no longer an emperor, the identity of this Sword Saint disciple is not true.
Wang Xi thought so.
Everyone who has struggled for a long time in the center of power thinks so.
Where the great interests lie, the hearts desire.
But Xi Huafeng didn't think so.
Liu Baishuang didn't even know who the prince he was talking about was.
But she said her longest words of the night, looking very serious,
"I don't care why he came to Cangya, since he really treats me as a senior sister, I sincerely treat him as a junior brother."
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Midland. Yunyang City.
In the late autumn season, the Taoist boy only swept the dead leaves during the day, and just as it was night, he fell into the courtyard again.
Mr. Zhang Yuan sat in the courtyard, with the Eguanbo belt off the upright belt in the past, his black hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and he was wearing a simple azure long gown, which made him look more casual.
It seems that the autumn wind is too bleak, his lips are slightly white, and even the fine lines at the corners of his eyes are a little deeper.
He saw Wei Jingfeng come out of the room, although he didn't know how the person in front of him was injured, he still asked as usual, "Can you drink tea?"
The swordsman did not answer him.
Instead, he looked at the sky.
The vast night sky overhead was obscured by the courtyard wall and the distant mansion, and was cut into irregular pieces.
You can still see the starry sky, quiet and beautiful.
Everything is the same as usual.
But Mr. Zhang Yuan's face suddenly turned pale!
In the courtyard, the sky above their heads began to shake violently, and the cracked fine lines extended and expanded from where Wei Jingfeng's gaze fell, and eventually spread across the entire field of vision.
Just like breaking a layer of glass cover, the illusion shatters, and the real sky reveals its true colors!
Black as splashing ink, no stars and no moon.
"Wow! …"
Disillusionment is silent. With this sound, the tea cup in Mr. Zhang Yuan's hand fell to the ground, and the splashed porcelain foam drew a thin blood line on the back of his hand.
Blood flowed across the pale skin, dripping on the withered locust leaves.
He swayed twice and held the stone table with his right hand.
Wei Jingfeng's eyes were cold.
Suddenly met such a look, he subconsciously wanted to explain something, "It won't hurt people's lives, just leave people in Jingsi Pavilion. As for your apprentice, nothing will happen..."
Wei Jingfeng didn't move at all, just said,
"You weren't like this in the past."
Mr. Zhang Yuan lowered his eyes and stopped talking.
Because there is nothing to say.
He thought, you also said it was 'the past'. Over the years, have I counted on you
He persuaded Wei Jingfeng to stay and recuperate, and then used a formation to isolate the place, even the sky was fake.
It takes a price and a lot of consumption to maintain a formation that is hidden from the eyes of the saint. So much so that the edge of broken porcelain can easily cut through his flesh.
All of this is just for the sake of Xingshan Temple.
The aftermath is inevitable.
Wei Jingfeng still looked at him indifferently.
Mr. Zhang Yuan understood what he meant: if he couldn't defeat the Demon Venerable, he would attack the younger generation, especially shameless.
There was a bleak autumn wind in the courtyard, rolling up layers of fallen leaves and flying.
When the wind blows, there is only one person left in the courtyard. It was as if there was only one person from beginning to end.
He squatted down slowly, picking up the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground little by little.
The place where the teacup shattered was also the place where the array plate was destroyed that day.
The same thing that Wei Jingfeng gave him many years ago.