The distance of the fourteenth quarter was so high that it was impossible for him to volley into the air. He threw the iron hook in his hand upward, and it was already hooked to the side of the other party's ship. The one who knew that when he pulled it, his hand was empty, and only a bare piece of rope was pulled back, but the iron hook on it was gone. It turned out that the opposing soldiers were already waiting on it, and as soon as they threw the hook, although they grabbed the side of the ship, they were immediately cut in two by the other party. It seems that the other party also knows that they are now deeply trapped in the position of the Han army, and once the Han army rushes to the ship, their numerical advantage over the "Feiyun" will be lost. When the time comes, they will probably be the ones who will suffer.

Ge Yi snorted angrily: "Come again." As he spoke, he also threw out the grappling hook in his hand, and the other soldiers of the Guards Battalion followed suit and threw them out one after another. But as soon as the grapples reached the opposing ship, they were all thrown back. Some were even cut in two by the other party, and they couldn't be used anymore.

The enemy seems to have been prepared for a long time, and if this continues, there will be fewer and fewer hooks, and the situation may be even worse. At this time, the shouting and killing sound on the "Feiyun" gradually became quieter. Could it be that the people on the Feiyun have been completely wiped out by the other party?

He was so anxious that he couldn't help but look at the ship's mast. The mast was very tall, already a cut above the boss of the opposing deck. Just now, due to the preparation for the naval battle, the mainsail on it has been lowered, revealing the bare transmit, just in time to borrow the force. He handed Chixiao to his left hand, turned his head to the herald and said, "Pass the order, if I can't come back, Lord Yang will lead the guard camp on my behalf." ”

Yang Yi exclaimed, "My lord, what are you going to do?" ”

Wu Ming roared: "Follow the one behind." "As soon as he kicked the deck, he had risen to a crossmast. A little more, it suddenly jumped up and out of the boss, and a few ups and downs were almost close to the top. One turned over, like a huge seabird, and floated towards the other party's deck amid an exclamation.

The enemy's warships were very high, and Wu Ming's warship masts were not too high. When he threw himself straight down to the other side's deck, he saw that this side of the ship was densely packed with the other party's soldiers. Almost all of them were shirtless and dressed in uniform white shirts. The Nanban people have always been very casual in their attire, but the enemies below have a uniform attire, and the people who stayed behind to guard the ship seem to be elite.

These people obviously didn't expect anyone to dare to be so bold, and they all looked up at Wu Ming in a little stunned. Looking down from above, I saw a dense array of dark faces on the side of the ship, which made my scalp tingle when I thought that everyone below was an enemy.

A man in red let out a cold snort, only to see him flick his fingers on the deck, and a series of fireballs suddenly roared towards Wu Ming, and he shouted at the same time: "What are you doing stupidly?" Get ready for battle. This person's voice is very familiar, and he also wears a mask, which is the Nanban "Fire General" for a long time.

This kind of fireball should be a long-held signature move. After Wu Ming reached the middle of the eighth stage, his true qi liquefied, and the power of the earth in his body was many times richer than before. I also thought about conjuring rocks out of thin air to use as a hidden weapon. It's just that until now, I still can't grasp the essentials, and finally I have to give up. I was amazed by the strange fire control technique of this fire general.

This long fireball is very urgent, if it was last year, it would still be a small threat to Wu Ming. But now he was already familiar with it, he snorted softly, his feet stomped in the air, his body twisted strangely, and the man floated towards the thick mast on the deck like a slippery fish in the water.

It is the "Tiyun Vertical".

As soon as his left hand was wrapped around the mainmast, before he could breathe a sigh, he could hear the strong wind below, and two fierce murderous auras had rushed straight up from below, and the soles of his feet were cold, like stepping on solid ice with bare feet. He was horrified, and when he looked down, he saw two figures, one on the left and one on the right, like two strong arrows, rushing towards the place where he fell on the mast. One of them is Jiuzhi, and the other is the mighty warrior Ada.

There are actually two generals on this ship? I don't know if the other generals of the Southern Barbarians are on this ship, if they are really there, then this ship is undoubtedly the flagship of the other party. Now even if he reaches the eighth stage, it will be very difficult to deal with two people by himself. But now it's time to catch the ducks on the shelves, and you have to get on it if you don't get it.

In the midst of the crisis, his right foot was a little towards the mast under his feet, and his left hand was around the mainmast, and the person took advantage of the situation, and he had already let go of the long hold that was surging from below.

There was a loud bang, and he held all his strength for a long time, and hit the thick mast of the sea bowl. The scorching heat swept by the wind, and the mast made of solid wood was broken by his palm. I only heard a heavy "quack" sound, and the half of the more than ten meters long mast groaned aggrievedly, and finally overwhelmed it and fell all the way. The ship's sluggers were so thick that even the sidemast slurs were the thickness of a thumb, but they could only pause half of the crossmast, and the stump still slammed down crookedly toward the lower deck. The momentum along the way is amazing, and the overturned mast canvas is unknown.

Wu Ming's Chixiao at this time was still in the middle of the way, and he was also shocked when he saw such a scene, this long-held skill was also much more exquisite, could it be that he also broke through? Thinking in his heart, the red night in his hand continued to castrate, and handed it to Ada.

In the past year, although Li Mopa and the Deadwood Monk have often fought each other, at least there are traces to be found, and they are no longer as ethereal as before. Her disciples were overjoyed, and often went to ask for advice, and each of them had a lot of gains, and Ada had now broken through the sixth stage. It's just that even so, he won't arrogantly think that he can resist Chixiao's full sword. Cooked copper sticks are not good, and their own people are even worse.

It's not the first time to fight Wu Ming, and he has always been wary of this young man who always makes some strange and unheard of things. This time, he rushed head-on with the senior brother, but he still left three points to spare. At this time, seeing Chixiao's pretentiousness, he fell down towards his head, and his heart was suddenly broken. Fortunately, he had already prepared, a little mainmast on his right foot, and the person had already rushed up diagonally, and grabbed a branch rope with his hand. Although Wu Ming's Chixiao was amazing, he couldn't continue to chase and kill, because at this time, his long-held burning right palm had already fallen towards his back.

At this time, Chixiao has not yet taken it back, and it is too late to dodge. In desperation, he had to stand on the side mast, let go of his left hand, and reluctantly slapped the menacing Jiuzhi. There was a muffled sound of "poof", Rao is power of the earth is incomparable, but in a hurry, there was an opponent who was attacked with all his strength, and he only felt that a scorching true qi rushed up from his left hand along his arm, his chest was stuffy, his throat was sweet, and he had already suffered internal injuries. There was even more vanity under his feet, and he could no longer stand, and fell headlong towards the deck.

When Wu Ming fell, the cross-mast that had just been shot down had not yet landed because it was blocked by several sidemast cables. There was already a mess below, and when such a large mast fell, even a warrior would definitely be smashed into a meat pie, and everyone was dodging in panic. And some of the soldiers of the Guards Battalion also followed Wu Ming, rushed to the deck from their own masts, and were fighting with these Nanban soldiers. The deck was even more chaotic.

Wu Ming fell headlong, his chest was very tight, and he saw that the trend of falling was getting faster and faster. Falling like this, head and foot, the true qi does not work well, and I am afraid that there is a possibility of death by hitting my head. In a hurry, he saw a few branch cables that were broken by the mast floating next to him, and he stretched out his right hand and pulled it, knowing that this rope had been smashed in half by the crossmast, and he couldn't withstand his fall, and broke into two with a "snap". But the person slowed down and changed his turbidity.

At this time, the posture of the whole body has changed, and it has become a flat lying trend. And the mast below is about to hit the ground more than ten feet, and the momentum is amazing. He stretched out his right hand and patted it, and the mast suddenly quickened and fell straight down. There was an exclamation below, and several people couldn't dodge, and they were pressed by the crossmast, and their flesh and blood were blurred. The others had already taken advantage of the situation to roll over and fall diagonally towards the deck.

The people are falling, four or five southern barbarians are surrounding a guard battalion soldier to fight to the death, even if this soldier is a warrior, he can't stand so many people, at this time he is already left and right, and the shape is precarious. Not far away, there were still two southern barbarians slashing at the thrown grapples. After all, there were not too many soldiers rushing up, and most of them were in a bitter battle at this time, and there was no way to effectively respond to the people below. Wu Ming didn't think much about it, and shouted: "Get out of the way." As soon as Chixiao unfolded, the sword light had already encircled two of the besieging soldiers and stabbed them head.

Several Southern Barbarian soldiers were besieging the soldiers of the Guards Battalion, where they expected that disaster would fall from the sky and a bad star would fall from their backs. I only felt an exclamation from the side, and then half of my body and the person next to me flew up, and I was still wondering: "What the hell is going on?" Immediately after that, there was a sharp pain in his lower back, and then his eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

When the other three saw this, their souls were immediately scattered, and they shouted and fled one after another.

Even if these people are elites, they also know that they have no chance of winning against such an eight-stage martial artist alone, and there is still a fighting spirit there.

Because the guards battalion is uniform, I didn't see who it was just now. Only now did Wu Ming realize that this person was Yang Yi. The boy was soaked, his face was pale, and he seemed to have collapsed, and he slammed his sword on the ground with his long sword, gasping for air. Seeing some stumps and broken arms on the ground, I finally couldn't bear it anymore, and vomited with a "wow".