The moonlight shattered on the ground, the night was mottled, and the pale feathers fell more and more, like heavy snow.

The mournful cry sounded again, and the west wind was wild, carrying with it a distant desolation.

The white-haired banshee behind the five princes suddenly reversed, lined up the snow feathers flying sideways in mid-air, and rushed into the sky.

"Where does it want to go?"

The fifth prince raised his head, the night sky was vast, the sky was not bright, the snow-white feathers were fluttering all over the sky, and countless white-haired banshees swept over, hovering above, and circled again and again.

The white-haired banshee that Chen Ziyu had turned into quickly blended into it, and it was no longer clear what to tell.

"Madame!"

A grief and suppressed shout sounded, and Zhu Fuda staggered out of the night, and from a distance, his fat body was like a round ball, rolling over.

Behind him, there were many figures, and the Wild Waves Gang followed closely behind, and they poured out.

Fang Buyu and Du Yan, who were supposed to die, walked in front.

Beside them, there were a few more fierce-looking helpers.

"Sure enough, they're all here. ”

Fang Buyu sneered, but accidentally pulled the wound on his body, grinning in pain.

"The moon is very round tonight, it's a good day, you guys, don't even think about leaving alive!"

Du gradually shot into the air with a ruthless gaze, and countless white-haired banshees flew with their cheeks, as if they were avoiding the pursuit of fate.

It is said that under the deadly attack launched by the entourage of the five princes, Fang Buyu and Du gradually had no chance to live.

Unexpectedly, they are all masters who lick blood on the knife all year round, and they have not done less to kill people and sell goods, and when they know that they can't beat their opponents, they will want to set up hair and save their lives.

Moreover, they have long been familiar with the fatal weakness of the human body, and they know it well.

When the entourage of the five princes attacked, Du gradually repeated his old tricks, did not dodge the light blade in front of him, and slightly turned his body to one side, and in an instant, the attack that was originally in the heart was offset, although it was still stabbed in the same position, but it was enough to pick up his life.

As for Fang Buyu, he has already been pierced by Jiang Fei with a hole in his body, as long as he pretends to fall down, relaxes his spiritual power, and lets the blood flow out, he can be confused.

Because of this, they have been fighting in Jieyungang for many years, and they can still live a prosperous life, calling for wind and rain.

Zhu Fuda looked around, his body swaying left and right seemed to be spinning in place, and in his small eyes, there was no anxious temperature, only a flame of resentment, which appeared and disappeared from time to time, and shouted loudly: "Madam, where are you? I have worked so hard to find you, do you know?"

Behind him, light and shadow flickered, and a sharp dagger was hidden between his robes, scorching his rays.

After learning that Chen Ziyu had become a white-haired banshee, Zhu Fuda was shocked and angry, he couldn't understand why this woman didn't repent after sharing the same bed for many years, and was still thinking about a mediocre and incompetent fisherman until she died!

After suddenly figuring out the reason, Zhu Fuda felt ashamed and indignant, Chen Ziyu loved not a unicorn dragon at all, she was lying to him, causing him to lose his family wealth in vain!

He was very angry, this time, he couldn't calm down anymore, he sharpened the dragon tooth dagger he carried with him to shine, and followed Fang Buyu and others from the Wild Waves Gang, and rushed together.

He wants to slaughter Chen Ziyu with his own hands, regardless of whether she is a human or a demon!

"Madame, where are you? I love you, I want to see you again, I want to go back to the old days with you. ”

Zhu Fuda's face trembled with deep regret, and he wanted to cry without tears, what he regretted was not Chen Ziyu, but the loss of family property in vain.

It's hateful, if he had known that Chen Ziyu was in love with a fisherman, why bother to give away his family fortune.

In the fishing village, the last green-haired monster falls, and filthy blood gushes out, devouring the white moonlight.

The wind roared, the black clouds dispersed, the door was black, the ghosts were staggered, and many people walked in.

The fifth prince looked sideways, and recognized Fang Buyu and Du Yan in front of him at a glance, and was inevitably a little surprised, but it was fleeting, smiled casually, and said: "You are still alive, I am not surprised, and you dare to come here, it is indeed a little strange." ”

Fang Buyu sneered, the resentment in his eyes covered the moon, and he said hatefully: "A person who is about to die, he still dares to be hard-mouthed, I see how long you can jump!"

"Damn, let me play dead twice in one day, you really should cut a thousand knives and chop it into meat sauce to feed the fish!"

Du gradually spoke out ruthlessly, with a common enemy, he and Fang Bu's festival was temporarily put down, and the edge in his eyes pointed forward with interest.

The pupils of the five princes contracted suddenly, the sky suddenly became cold, and the falling feathers were all stagnant, as if frozen into ice.

His expression was flat, without a trace of waves, and the wind around him roared fiercely.

The wild waves helped everyone get carried away and laughed, and the clouds under the moon were rushing, as if a long-cherished wish had not been fulfilled.

They thought that the white-faced scholar-like hairy boy on the other side had been frightened and stupid, like a corpse with dried blood.

Only the entourage of the Five Princes knew that when he was dull, he did not speak, he was controlling the anger that erupted.

His anger never touched himself, but only spewed out, all burning on the obstacles in front of him, without reservation.

The fifth prince stretched out his hand, calmly pointed at the Wild Waves Gang, and said majestically: "Very good, do as he says, crush these damn things to ashes and break the corpses into pieces." ”

The entourage beside him nodded, and before he could raise it again, several rays of light shot out, whistling and slashing at the crazy laughing Wolf Gang.

Bang!

The brilliance was extinguished, and a fierce figure stood out sideways, standing in front.

He was tall and full of feet, like a giant, with a hideous scar on his face, twisted on a fierce expression, like a tiger heading down the mountain.

It's not that his person is like a tiger descending from the mountain, just the scar on his face has such a ferocious momentum.

His people are even more ferocious, like a dragon rushing out of the water!

His eyes were gray and dark, like ashes after blood had been burned.

That's right, he's seen too much blood, the nine-headed thunder snake on the mountain, the eight-clawed fierce turtle in the sea, and the two-body dragon in the abyss......

There is not only the blood of his opponents, but also his own, and as for the blood of people, he can no longer look down on it.

Not for anything else, just because, too weak.

No one could see his movements, and he suddenly stood there, like a mountain.

"Brother Tyrant, you take care of these boys, we still have something to do. ”

Fang Buyu said to the giant in front of him, his eyes suddenly turned blue, not because he was looking at the sea, but because he had found his target.

What he stared at was Jiang Fei, who was holding the blue enchantment and walking in the green-haired water monster.

The hatred of a sword is not so easy to fall.

Fang Buyu sneered, he had never thought that if he wanted to fill the hole in his chest, he would only be comfortable if he cut off the head of the opponent.

The scars left behind are glory.

"Hmm. ”

The tyrant nodded heavily, and responded in a low voice, although low, still fierce.

The ferocity of the bully is somewhat unexpected.

The fifth prince stood in the wind, unfazed, no matter how capable the enemy was, he would not mess up.

Only by maintaining enough composure can you win.

In the cloak man's sleeve robe, the gray light blade no longer flies, he stopped for a moment, his pale face, there was no trace of expression, and in his cold eyes, there was fine snow falling.

Cold, cold as if in a coffin.

The wild waves helped everyone shudder, the wild smile on their faces froze, and even the tyrant who had torn apart the man-eating kraken became serious.

"Brother Berser, let's go first, and we'll meet you later. ”

Fang Buyu said, squinting his eyes, and his figure jumped long, and many people followed, running towards the source of the blue light.

Du gradually suddenly felt a little afraid, over the years, he had long lost this feeling, but tonight, this feeling actually came back to life, as strong as when he first came to Broken Cloud Port.

Seeing that someone had turned in other directions, he also jumped out and followed.

Berserk stood there and didn't move, for him, it didn't matter how many people walked, as long as he was there, he could be invincible.

He is the number one thug under the unicorn dragon, and his position in the Wild Waves Gang, under one person, above ten thousand.

He never took it lightly, only because he heard that there was a monster like a white-haired banshee, so he set out, because he had not seen this kind of monster yet, and he wanted to move his skills.

Unexpectedly, this man in a cloak attracted the attention of the tyrant, this cold and powerful aura was no worse than the whirlpool unicorn.

I haven't met such an opponent for a long time, and his ferocity is a little itchy.

"Burial Immortal Recipe!"

The desolate voice was resolute and cold, and the man in the cloak finally stretched out his hand, his hand was so white that no blood could be seen, the moonlight in the air stopped, and the fluttering snow-white feathers were full of sharp edges.

Countless white blades took shape in an instant, and the sky was full of icy cold light.

The tyrant's gray eyes lit up, and along with his ferocity, he laughed, more ugly than crying.

Whenever he meets a satisfied opponent, he laughs.

The white blades in the air quickly gathered, whistling around, sonorously condensing, and soon, a behemoth with a faceless dragon body sinuous and formed, and the aura of desolation was extremely heavy, as if it had struck from the primeval period.

The pale blade of light in the air was not completely exhausted, and it was still flying around the body of the demon-faced dragon, and the cold light shot out, roaring under the cover, and went straight to the people of the Wild Wolf Gang.

The tyrant didn't move, but raised his gaze, and in his gray eyes, he rushed into a dragon made of white blades.

The wind, roaring.

Dragon, long howl.

Berserk still didn't move, he stood there, like a barren remnant mountain.

The people of the Wild Wave Gang behind him were already standing restlessly, and countless cold rays pierced their fierceness, and before the blade arrived, their bodies could already feel the pain of cutting their skin and face.

They were miserable and flustered, like a flock of lambs that had lost their fences.

The cold rays that rushed down were the eyes of hungry wolves.

The scar on the tyrant's face twitched like a twisting viper, and his arm shook as if it were raised.

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