Above deck, on top of the cabin, there was a scuffle.

Ye Xiangdong's head was scattered, his face was fierce, and a sword pierced the heart of a deputy regiment commander, and he made up for it again.

The body of the mercenary deputy leader flew upside down, and the moment he died, he was still unwilling, as a cultivator from a genuine cultivation sect, he was actually killed by a barbarian in such a barbaric way.

Ye Xiangdong gasped slightly, and when he looked around, he suddenly found that five of the eighteen cronies who followed the rush had fallen.

His heart couldn't help but be shocked, and he suddenly realized that his old mistake had been committed again, and hurriedly shouted, leading the thirteen warriors to shrink back.

The defense plan of the entire ship is the result of many discussions between Ye Xiangdong and Chen Yun, and all unexpected situations have been taken into account, so they also have perfect countermeasures.

Ye Xiangdong must return to his rightful position, so that the defensive formation is not disjointed, but forms a whole and works effectively.

Sure enough, when Ye Xiangdong and them retreated to their respective positions, the broken defense system of the Ye family warriors was immediately connected in series to form a whole.

Strategy, co-defense, shift, wave attack, echelon attack, mobile attack, these words that were originally boring and empty in the plan were gradually realized by the samurai, and they began to exert their due power.

The corpses of the mercenaries, frequently lying on the deck, and the mercenaries in the bloody battle, were horrified to find that they were being divided, torn apart, and in the process of crumbling.

On the other hand, the Ye family warriors are becoming more and more calm and free, more and more ruthless, like an efficient killing machine, not subject to human will, but just operating indifferently.

At this moment, the results of the Ye family's warriors' years of training, and the sophisticated weapons they have been equipped with over the years, have truly formed a joint force and exerted their due combat effectiveness.

The bow deck was ten meters in circumference, forming a blank area, and any mercenary masters who tried to rush into this area were killed by the twelve dead men of the two major worshippers and the Shura Gate.

Later, the mercenaries probably realized that something was wrong and deliberately avoided this area.

Wu Zhen was guarding in front of Ye Changsheng, sensing the battle situation everywhere in the entire ship, and his face couldn't help but show surprise.

These Ye family warriors, after experiencing a baptism of blood, are rapidly transforming.

Wu Xuan turned to look at Ye Changsheng: "That's why you didn't send someone to support them?"

These mercenaries are just bait, with him and the two major offerings, it is actually enough, and there is no need for twelve dead soldiers.

To put it mildly, it is not a boast that one person can kill all these mercenaries, but it will take some work and pay some price.

He understood this truth, and Ye Changsheng naturally understood it, but Ye Changsheng never sent anyone to support.

Ye Changsheng's face was calm, and he smiled faintly: "I know them, so I know their potential." ”

Wuxuan nodded, stopped talking, and the battle intent in his chest began to burn.

It is true that the transformed Ye family warriors have stimulated their potential, and there is no suspense in them to exterminate the invading mercenaries.

Without any miscalculation, at most half a pillar of incense, nearly three hundred mercenaries, will wipe out the entire army.

And when the last mercenary falls, that's when the master of the demon gate strikes.

The two worshippers were also very sober, and they began to retreat without moving, returning to Ye Changsheng's back, guarding in the left and right directions.

The killers of the Demon Gate must be hiding somewhere at this moment, secretly spying on the battle situation, they may kill at any time, and there is only one target, that is, Childe.

Similarly, the masters of the Fayan Sect must be paying attention to the battle situation at this moment, ready to strike at any time to kill the people in the Demon Sect.

The two great offerings thought that was all there was to it, but they were wrong, and accidents always happened.

In front of the left side of the riverbank, more than forty black shadows rose into the sky and flew towards the big ship.

"Kill Ye Changsheng and avenge the prince!"

"Kill Ye Changsheng and avenge the prince!"

More than forty people were dressed in black and masked, and at the same time let out a roar of rage, like thousands of troops, and the vertical and horizontal sword qi were intertwined, like a gorgeous waterfall, surging towards the big ship.

Where did these people come from?

Wu Zhen was surprised, but Ye Changsheng smiled.

He couldn't be more familiar with the killers who suddenly appeared, so much so that he could guess their identities when he saw their figures.

The Great Offering Qiu Tianzuo revealed the answer: "Childe, you are a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect!"

Iron Sword Gate?

After a pause, he immediately remembered this sect, and his heart suddenly changed.

The two major forces that Beihai King Zuo Yuen Long relied on were the Demon Sect Shenyin who were secretly active, and the Iron Sword Sect of the Cultivation Sect.

The two are bright and dark, and there must be collusion between them, and the degree of collusion is still very deep.

In Zuo Yuen Long's operation to besiege and kill Ye Changsheng, the Iron Sword Gate also sent many disciples, and there was even an elder who guarded the mountain gate.

It is precisely because of this that Fa Yan Sect listed the Iron Sword Gate as one of the key investigation targets.

This time, the people of the Iron Sword Gate jumped out again, acting as the vanguard of the Demon Gate, and they were simply killing themselves.

Thinking in his heart, under the two thick eyebrows, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his bright eyes.

100 meters away, but just a few breaths.

More than forty disciples of the Iron Sword Sect swept in the wind, and when they saw Ye Changsheng in their sight, it became clearer and clearer, and they could even see the sneer on the corner of Ye Changsheng's mouth.

Suddenly, in the sky, the figure of an old man fell from the sky, like a sharp long sword, lying in front of more than forty killers.

The gray-haired old man, dressed in a shabby brown coat, rolled up his trouser legs, revealing his bare ankles and a pair of rough feet.

The toes and calves of those feet were even stained with mud, like an old farmer who had just planted seedlings.

On the old man's waist, he carried a long sword cross-legged, without a scabbard, rusty, it may be an exaggeration to say that it was a sword, but it was more appropriate to say that it was a broken piece of iron.

On the one hand, there is a bloody battle that is about to end, and on the other hand, there is a black-clothed killer who is flying quickly, and the farmer-like old man is just like it, making everyone feel abrupt and indescribably weird.

His appearance was so abrupt that the more than forty Iron Sword Sect disciples didn't expect it at all, and it was too late for them to change their lines, so they simply crushed him directly.

It was at this moment that the old man seemed to be very slow and took off the broken piece of iron from his waist.

The broken piece of iron swung forward twice at will, and returned to the old man's waist again.

Two intersecting blue rays of light derive two diamond-shaped lights and shadows forward.

The two diamonds quickly became eight, and eight quickly became five hundred and twelve!

......

In the blink of an eye, the diamond-shaped sword shadow spread infinitely, covering the river in front of it, and also shrouded more than forty Iron Sword Sect disciples in a light curtain.

Unguarded, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he exclaimed, "Great Sword Master!"