The ship was swaying on the sea, the waves were not very big, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The sky is shrouded in clouds, like a lingering sadness. The autumn fog is misty and the autumn wind is bleak.

These people who call themselves knights in the world have been frightened out of their wits. This old man is a devil! The people who were at the forefront and planned to surround Wei to save Zhao and force the little girl to stop, all turned into headless corpses with big good heads.

Rolling around on the ground, his body rushed forward several steps before he stopped, blood gushing out like a fountain.

At this moment, it was as silent as a cicada!

The old man who cut firewood exhaled the last puff of thick smoke, knocked the big smoking pot twice on the sole of his straw shoe, and pinned it to his waist. He stood up, kicked the headless corpse, picked up a sword from the ground, and did it in front of everyone.

He broke off the tip of the sword with his face, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"puff!"

Dots of cold light, like ice, shot toward everyone. The dozens of people standing in front of him, their heads exploding like fireworks.

"It tastes really bad."

The old man threw half of the iron sword on the ground, turned to look at the man in Tsing Yi who was staring at him not far away, focused his eyes on the green sword in the man's hand, and grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

Jun Mo Lian, who was hiding in the cabin, stared dumbly at the little girl who was half a head shorter than him. She appeared here, so Ming Lao... Something happened.

"You, you killed Ming Lao?" Jun Molian's calves could not help but tremble. Such a young girl actually killed such a powerful Ming Lao. Is she a monster?

"whee."

The little girl smiled at Jun Mo Lian and stretched out a finger. Jun Mo Lian felt uncomfortable being stared at by those big eyes, like a sharp knife hanging above his head.

The little girl opposite took a small step forward. Jun Molian bit the bullet and did not step back, but his palms were covered in cold sweat and he almost wet his pants.

He didn't retreat because he had no way out. Sister Lan was behind him. Where else could he retreat to?

Li Huilan held Jun Molian's hand and stood side by side with Jun Molian.

"Mo Lian, no matter what happens, my sister will face it with you."

"Sister." Jun Molian moved his lips, gritted his teeth, and took another half step forward.

"Sister, I will protect you."

Li Huilan wanted to cry, but found that her tears had already dried up.

At the same time, on the vast sea, a ship was flying towards us from the waves. Standing on the bow of the ship was a big man with a terrifying scar stretching from his left eyebrow to his right chin. He was ferocious and scary. He was carrying a

It's a big iron gun, weighing over a hundred kilograms.

Behind him, there was a lean man with sinister features and eyes, standing with his arms folded. There were four others rowing, their hands were moving very fast, their faces were not red and they were not out of breath. They were all practitioners, and their kung fu was not bad.

The man with the sinister eyebrows rolled his eyes and said: "Third Master, there seems to be a fight ahead, should we wait and see first?"

The man with the scar said in a rough voice: "Just wait and see, follow me and kill him, exchange the dog heads for silver, and eat meat for the brothers."

The waves are getting closer and closer.

"This sword should taste good."

The old man chopping wood looked greedily at the green sword in the man in Tsing Yi's hand, and stretched out a pair of dry hands like eagle claws. There was a distance of several feet between the two sides, and in the blink of an eye, the old man chopping wood appeared in front of the man in Tsing Yi and grabbed the green sword.

.

"Let me, old man, have a try."

The man in green moved at an incredible speed, and only a green shadow could be seen.

But the old man chopping firewood still followed the green shadow, like paint and glue, and even his movements did not change.

In the cabin, Miss Xiao Chun took another step forward, still holding out a finger and smiling at Jun Mo Lian.

"You, what are you going to do? Don't come over, I'm not afraid of you."

Often, when a person says "I'm not afraid of you", he is actually already afraid in his heart.

Miss Xiaochun smiled and still stretched out a finger.

Jun Mo Lian is actually extremely aggrieved. The first time he went out, he encountered such a evil star. Why couldn't he be calmer along the way? Who did I offend? The Kong family, give it to me.

Wait, sir! Damn it, you don’t bully people like this!

"Ten thousand taels."

Miss Xiaochun finally said a word.

Jun Molian asked inexplicably: "What ten thousand taels?"

"silver."

"Uh... I'm a pauper. I don't have that much money. My entire property is only two copper coins. I'll give it to you."

Jun Mo Lian tightly held the two coins he earned in Zuiyue Tower in his hands, hesitating whether to throw them away.

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"The third boss is here."

The man's eyes shone brightly, as if he had seen the silver. He took out an iron hook, threw it out, and hung it on the big ship in front of him.

"boom."

The small boat collided with the big boat. Scarface bent his legs slightly, jumped up suddenly, and landed on the big boat.

The man with the sinister eyebrows and the other four people also jumped up.

Jun Mo Lian was hesitating whether to hand over the two copper coins he had earned so hard to the little girl opposite. The next moment, he saw a man suddenly appear in mid-air and land behind the little girl.

"ah."

Jun Molian suddenly saw that terrifying face and screamed in fright.

The short and thin man who appeared next glanced at the scroll in his hand, and then looked at Jun Mo Lian.

"The third boss, that's right, it's this guy."

The scar-faced man known as the Third Master glanced at Jun Mo Lian, and then his eyes moved to the man in green and the old man chopping wood on the other side of the ship.

Over there, a green light suddenly appeared, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring.

"bass!"

The crisp sword chant was like fairy music, and the green light several feet long suddenly came out of its sheath!

"Crack!"

"Zira."

That sword was as graceful as a startling giant, as powerful as a swimming dragon. The ship split from the middle, and the sound was as crisp as cracking silk. The sword energy surged and continued to slash towards the sea. Suddenly, a gully several feet deep appeared, and the sea water surged to both sides.

Splashing huge waves, like a dragon coming out of the sea!

The huge waves directly broke the big ship that had been split in half. Ming Lao, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, could only watch helplessly, but was powerless. For the first time, he felt so powerless. Even when facing Liang

Although he could talk and laugh happily, he really had nothing to do at this moment.

The scar-faced third master had a fierce look in his eyes, and he took the opportunity to make a sudden move and flew forward. As long as the boy opposite got it, he would have gotten fifty thousand taels. Damn, I didn't expect to encounter such a terrifying person on this trip.

Master, fortunately, the dragon and tiger couldn't argue, so they gave themselves an advantage, otherwise, there would be no chance at all.

"Snapped."

Just as he reached out to grab Jun Mo Lian, a purple-black sugarcane suddenly hit him on the back. The tyrannical force caused him to spurt out a mouthful of blood. His body was knocked down from mid-air and fell heavily to the ground. OK

His body was strong and he suffered only minor injuries.

"Oh shit!"

Only then did the Scarface Third Master realize that the little girl he had actively ignored was holding two halves of sugar cane in her hands.

"Trough. Capture her, take her back, and offer her to the Holy Lord as a medicine furnace!"

The short and thin man moved and rushed towards Miss Xiao Chun. The Holy Master likes to use women to practice his martial arts. He has no less than ten women every day, and his favorite is this little lolita.

Miss Xiaochun stopped laughing.

If the old man chopping firewood were here, he would definitely be trembling with fear, because often at this time, it means that Miss Xiaochun is unhappy. If Miss Xiaochun is unhappy, things will become difficult!

But obviously, the short and thin man didn't know.

Others on the boat had already jumped or fallen into the sea, grabbing pieces of wood and swimming towards the shore.

The fat cat Yuanqiu squatted on the top of the mast, half-squinting his eyes, and seemed to be dozing off. In this tense atmosphere, he showed no concern.

The old man chopping firewood was forced back by the sword light of the man in green.

"Raise the sword for a thousand days to kill the blue dragon. Unfortunately, it is only a third-grade martial arts. If you reach Tongyou, I, the old man, will have to pay attention to you."

Qing still didn't speak, and stood with his sword in hand. The three-foot green sword trembled slightly and let out a dragon roar. The cold light wrapped around Qing Feng, and the sword energy had dissipated.

"It is indeed a good sword. The taste is definitely better than all the famous swords my old man has tasted before."

"hehe."

The old man chopping firewood smiled, showing his yellow teeth.

There are many weirdos in the world, but there is only one person who is so dedicated to eating swords!
To be continued...