Feng Manyun started a little late, and by the time he turned the courtyard wall, Emon, who was in his field of vision, had already untied the cable of the lifeboat tied to the stone stake. The white-clad hunter's eyes narrowed slightly, and he groped around his waist, but all the props on his body had been used up in the previous bluff. The distance of dozens of meters was like a moat, and there was no way to stop it at this distance, and he could only watch as Wang Li Hunter calmly climbed onto the boat.

"It's useless...... "Aemuniu on the ship thought to himself, "just to ask the sickle to do such a thing, and he actually leaked one for me." Wang Li felt the bow of the boat, pulled up the starting lever of the boat, and the propeller buried in the sand slowly rotated, stirring up the sand at the stern of the boat.

"You can't run away!" Seeing that the hull of the ship was swaying back and forth, and it might be possible to escape with full strength at any time, Feng Manyun straightened his chest, stepped on the crisp stone slab on the ground with one foot from a distance of nearly ten meters, and flew up in the air.

"Da Da Da-" The sound of the sand paddle breaking through the surface at this moment, the bow of the lifeboat tilted slightly, and it snorted towards the end of the sand channel.

"Plop!" The boy's outstretched hands were only empty, and he fell the edge of the sand, burying his face deep in the sand. Feng Manyun raised his head, but saw that the other party on the boat was still idle and beckoned to him.

"It's just a little ghost......" Catching a glimpse of Feng Manyun's face, Emon became even more relaxed, "Fortunately, not every rookie is like the one on the back of the Fengshan Dragon, who can jump hundreds of meters in one step." ”

The speed of the sand paddles became faster and faster, and the hull of the ship writhed on the sand. Wang Li Hunter hurriedly turned the steering wheel to correct the direction of the boat, and when he turned around, the little guy who fell was no longer there. Aemon's heart tightened, and he hurriedly poked his head out from the sternboard, only to see Feng Manyun holding the cable fixing the hull with both hands, being dragged far behind by the sand boat, and the sand and dust raised by the propeller hit the young man's body and face like a waterfall, and the other party just had a gloomy look in his eyes, and he didn't mean to let go at all.

"The ghost is not gone." Aemon spat and pulled out the knife at his waist and cut it at the end of the rope tied to the boat.

"Whoa-" The cable snapped and disappeared into the sand surging at the stern of the ship, but the white-clad hunter had long since left it. In the next second, a white cage hand gripped the edge of the stern with a fierce grip, and the boy's head and neck poked out from under the boat.

"Get down for me!" With his backhand, Emon drew his backsword and slashed at the one-star hunter's hand that grabbed the side of the ship. Feng Manyun hurriedly retracted his head and hand, so that he could use the hull of the ship as a shield to block the attack. The blade of the knife was embedded in the plank a few inches into the body, splashing bursts of sawdust. Wang Li had to take an inch, and most of his body stretched out of the boat, and he was about to completely knock the young man down the boat with another knife.

Feng Manyun's hand was placed at his feet, and he grabbed a large handful of sand firmly from the sand waves behind him, and raised his head towards Emon's face.

"Ahh With a large amount of sand in his eyes, the two-star hunter subconsciously turned his head away. He stumbled back a few steps, the knife slashing indiscriminately in front of him, but a clear touch of a blade in his hand was frustrated.

"Boom!" Feng Manyun jumped sideways onto the deck, leaned against the corner of the lifeboat and pulled out his sword, concentrating on guard. The leather part of the hunting suit on the side of the boy's leg opened a slender opening, and the red color gradually seeped out of it.

"Hell!" Aemon blinked vigorously, his eyes still flushed. Being attacked by such a shoddy trick made a nameless fire rise in Wang Li's chest. He finally focused his eyes on the boy who had forcibly climbed onto the boat, and asked as calmly as possible, "So...... You're the only one? ”

"A month ago, did you do the beast tide in the Xishu Hunting Ground?" Feng Manyun's eyes were cold, and he didn't care about Emmon's question, but just asked to himself.

"Huh?" Wang Li Hunter was puzzled by Feng Manyun's reaction. The young man in front of him was neither in a hurry to attack, nor did he signal for help. He was the main person who attacked the dragon ship, but the other party was not only not a little frightened, but he looked very confident, which made Aeon even want to laugh, "I thought you would ask some more high-level questions." ”

"I don't care who you are, or if you're going to kill the Peak Dragons or declare war on the Hunters' Guild." The white-clothed hunter shook his head, his body falling with the movement of the sand boat, "I just want to know, does that beast tide have anything to do with you?" ”

"We have the resources to launch a beast tide of any size, anywhere on this continent." Emon replied ambiguously. His eyes looked towards the leg of the one-star hunter, the longer the other party's injury dragged on, the farther the sand boat ran, the more beneficial it would be to himself, Wang Li Hunter couldn't wait for a while, "Our purpose is only Gu Long, even if that incident is from our hands, it is only an insignificant part of the plan, why only chase this matter?" ”

"I'm a hunter in Xishu." The young man in white confessed, "I want to know the truth. ”

"Ah, I did." Aemon lowered his sword a little, "That look...... It's not like an ordinary chick who came out of a training camp. Looks like I've done at least a good deed to save you from that hellish hunting ground - by the way, chasing half a sea of sand, you don't just want to thank me, do you? ”

"I'll just take that answer as 'yes.'" The one-star hunter tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, and his body bowed forward, slowly gathering the strength of his body.

"Hey!" Eamon simply dragged the weapon to the deck, and he rubbed his eyes that were still red and swollen as if nothing happened, "Little ghost, you may not know the current situation. The hunter pointed his backhand at the bow of the ship, "Even if you were born to hone your hunting skills in Xishu, you will not be my opponent." You're alone now, you're wounded before you fight, and there's an airship on the ground where this ship is going to meet me, and whatever you want to do will be of no avail. ”

"You're not lightly injured," Feng Manyun's eyes swept over the gauze on the other party's shoulder, "I'm still willing to give it a try." ”

The brief response came to an abrupt end, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. The white-clad hunter watched Aemon's hands vigilantly, and quietly looked at the slightly swaying steering wheel in the bow of the ship.

"Drink!" At one point, the One-Star Hunter stepped out, and the long narrow sword flashed in the twilight, piercing Aemon's wounded left arm. The two-star hunter blocked it with a horizontal knife with one hand, and the other hand reached into the young man's neck, but only caught it empty. With a flick of his sword, the young man used his strength to bypass Aemon's position and go straight to the control console of the boat.

The small boat was more than ten meters long, and after a few steps, it was touched by Feng Manyun to the edge of the steering wheel. Before he could fill the steering wheel, a giant head behind him grabbed his neck first.

"Who gave you the guts to come unsuspectingly to my ship?" Emon gritted his teeth and said, the voice ringing from the ears of the white-clothed hunter, "This is the last dose, and you should be honored to use it on you." ”