Under the quiet moonlight, a huge sea ship sails slowly through the waves, and the night breeze blows by, pushing the sails forward. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the silence, several sneaky dark shadows moved softly across the deck, all dressed as boatmen, quietly lowering a small boat from the deck.

The boatmen took a soft ladder and all moved to the small boats, rowing away from the big boats.

In their direction, an equally huge ship, breaking through the darkness, approached.

"Up!"

On the undulating deck, a man with a gloomy face looked gloomily at the sea ship close at hand, and calmly waved his palm.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen men in the same grim looks, like obedient machines, who immediately threw out the hook and chain in their hands at the first order.

In the sound of broken waves, there was a sudden sound of rattling iron chains, and these hook chains, which were as thick as arms, had already arrived at the sea boat where Xue Yue and the others were located in a blink of an eye, and firmly grasped the guardrail.

More than a dozen figures, like snakes, climbed onto the iron chain hanging between the two ships, and quickly approached the past.

"What sound?"

Xue Yue, who was cultivating the seventh-level floating slaughter, immediately sensed a strange noise in his spiritual sense, and opened his eyes in an inexplicable threat.

Just as he was thinking about whether to go out to see what was going on, a long howl suddenly tore through the night sky and smashed the tranquility of the ship.

"Enemy attack ......!"

The howler is profound, and when it comes out, it is as if thousands of people are shouting at the same time, and the sound waves are added up layer by layer, directly suppressing the sound of the waves.

But soon, Xue Yue realized that something was wrong, and saw that this person who had warned in advance suddenly snorted and suddenly interrupted his breath.

Immediately after, there was a fierce fight, and the sound of swords and weapons colliding came and went.

"There are a lot of attackers!"

By this time, Xue Yue could already confirm that the sea ship he was on had been attacked by a sneak attack, and there were quite a few of them.

Although he was still confused and didn't know why he was attacked, he quickly pushed open the hatch and ran towards the deck.

"The ancients talked about helping each other in the same boat, this is the time, right?" The scenery in front of Xue Yue's eyes receded sharply, but he suddenly thought in his heart.

At this time, the deck was already full of samurai in strong armor who were sneaking in.

They all looked gloomy, their eyes were cold, and they didn't have the slightest emotion, as if they were machines that only knew how to kill, dividing and surrounding Song Tieyi and the other four people in the middle.

Song Tieyi was wearing a light blue Confucian shirt, the placket of his clothes was hunting in the sea breeze, and he quickly clicked his fingers, controlling the blood droplets in mid-air to whirl sharply, and crashed into the sword that kept slashing at him.

Not far from him, there were several other people in the same company, just Qianhu Yang Ming, who had already spilled blood from the corners of his mouth at this time, and fell to the deck in a dejected manner.

Another thousand-household Wang Chang was trying his best to urge the blood drops at the moment to protect the injured Yang Ming behind him.

The other two Confucian scholars from the Shendu also fought separately.

Zi Buyu used a pair of Zimu Zhu, his hands moved in a circle, and the dark and shiny Zimu Zhu brought up layers of strong wind, protecting him from the rock peak within three feet.

Every time he touches the opponent's sword, it is in the sound of the bell, like a round iron ring, swimming in the rain of swords and arrows to dissolve the pressure.

Tang Yue, who is known as the unparalleled poetry and book, has no less style than Zi Buyi, he makes a green steel Ning Bi sword, the sword moves are elegant and free, and he splashes ink between them.

Where the blade passed, there was a faint blue sword light, or a horizontal with passion, or a thick and mellow one.

The whole space is the white paper that he does arbitrarily, and the sword moves are strokes, although they are besieged, they are not aware of it, and they are just intent on calligraphy and writing.

It's just that even though everyone's means are extraordinary, the situation is definitely not optimistic, and this time the people who attacked were not only sudden, but also cultivated extremely high one by one.

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