Under the Emei moon, the bow of the big ship shook slightly, but the two figures were as steady as Mount Tai.

Wu Zhen opened a pair of big eyes full of curiosity, and kept asking Ye Changsheng about the process of the battle between Ye Changsheng and the Meng Mastiff.

Do you really want to say it in such detail, are you sure it's appropriate to say this at this time?

Ye Changsheng was completely helpless, and after answering a few questions in the most concise words, he stopped talking.

Wuchen was very disappointed and also felt very boring, was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but ask again: "You fought with Wuchen, how is he?"

This can be said, Ye Changsheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said honestly: "Wuchen and you, the style is very different, and each has its own merits. But if it's a fight of life and death, he's definitely not your opponent. ”

A battle of life and death?

Wuzhen frowned, and then his eyebrows stretched out, and he nodded in understanding.

The eight Buddhas of the Fayan Sect are very competitive with each other, and the Buddhas often compete with each other, but there is no such thing as a battle of life and death.

Ye Changsheng's meaning may be that compared with Wuchen, he is more indomitable when fighting, and he can exert ten percent combat effectiveness, just like a battle of life and death.

Master battles, pay attention to the freedom of retraction, there is no doubt that Wuchen is more open, which is better than Wuchen to do.

Although Wu Zhen was not very satisfied with Ye Changsheng's answer, he somewhat relieved the depression in his heart, and looked at Ye Changsheng's gaze, which was not so aggressive.

"By the way, how many Bodhi seeds have been lit up by your coiling dragon stick?" Ye Changsheng suddenly asked.

The coiling dragon sticks used by the Buddha of Fayan Sect are all made of one hundred and eight Vajra Bodhi in series, and each Vajra Bodhi contains pure Donkey Kong power and is infinitely powerful.

If Changsheng remembers correctly, when he fought with the Buddha Wuchen in the Rainforest Principality, Wuchen had already lit up thirty-two Vajra Bodhi, while Wuchen had only lit up twenty-eight.

It's not that whoever lights up more Bodhi seeds will have the strongest strength, but this can also be used as a reference for the strength of the two.

Just as Wu Zhen was curious about Ye Changsheng's cultivation, Ye Changsheng was also curious about Wu Zhen's cultivation, so he asked this question.

Wu Zhen didn't answer, but Ye Changsheng quickly saw it.

Rumble!

On the wide river, the leading boat in front of the big ship was suddenly enveloped in a flame, and the next moment it was torn apart and shattered.

Wu Zhen raised his thick eyebrows, and the coiling dragon stick paused slightly, and his body rose into the sky like a cannonball.

Jiongjiong's eyes looked at the huge fireball thrown in, his arm straightened, the coiling dragon stick in his hand trembled violently, and the thirty Vajra Bodhi seeds lit up in turn, blooming with a brilliant golden light.

With sticks in both hands, he shouted angrily, and a stick smashed towards the flying fireball.

"Boom!"

The fireball exploded with a bang, and the flames flew everywhere, turning into two huge fans that whizzed past the sides of Wu Xu's body.

In the center of the fireball, two red figures appeared, and two black long swords, like poisonous dragons hidden in the flames, stabbed towards Wu Zhen like lightning.

A hint of surprise flashed in Wuzhen's eyes, as if he didn't expect that there were two killers hidden in the fireball.

Sensing the cold dark breath, the killing machine was sheng, and the dragon stick in his hand decomposed in an instant, and one hundred and eight Vajra Bodhi seeds flew forward with a roar.

Jingle, a dense sound sounded, and the two magic swords were smashed to a trembling spirit, breaking and shattering in the scream.

The two demon killers were also caught off guard, and were smashed by the flying Vajra Bodhi, and their flesh and blood flew sideways.

Every time Vajra Bodhi penetrates the body, it will bring out a wisp of black smoke, accompanied by splashes of blood, like fireworks that have not had time to bloom after being ignited.

The two bodies fell into the river, and fireworks fell down one by one, illuminating the entire bow of the boat.

Wuxuan's figure fell straight down, landed on the deck, and stood in front of Ye Changsheng.

His big hand stepped forward, and the one hundred and eight Vajra Bodhi seeds hovering in the air flew towards him one after another, and then re-assembled into a stick and landed in his hand.

There were also four huge fireballs smashing towards the big ship, but Wu Zhen saw that the Ye family warrior had already stepped forward to intercept it, so he was not worried.

His task is to protect Ye Changsheng, and he will naturally take care of other trivial matters.

Sure enough, several huge roars sounded in the night sky, and four fireballs exploded one after another, and the scattered flames fell, illuminating the big ships in the river as bright as day.

On both sides of the river, hundreds of black-clothed killers flew over, their weapons flashing with cold light, and from time to time there were lit crossbow arrows shooting at the big boat.

Chen Yun, who was sitting in the rear, had a calm face, and kept issuing orders, allowing the Ye family warriors to maintain a defensive position and block the killers layer by layer.

A sharp bow and arrow can shoot a killer on the riverbank, and a powerful crossbow can shoot a killer within fifty meters, although there are very few killers who are shot, but this rhythm and level of shooting also disrupts the killer's formation and slows down their speed.

When these people landed on the ship, they were immediately surrounded by the Ye family warriors who had the advantage in numbers, and fell into a bitter battle.

Ye Xiangdong took the lead, like a madman, wielding the long sword in his hand, as if entering a no-man's land, wherever the sword light went, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the killer fell down with a sword, and let out a terrible scream before he died.

One of the two is rational and methodical, and the other has a wild personality, forming a clever complementarity, stabilizing the formation in a short period of time and blocking the impact of the killers.

Ye Changsheng stood quietly on the deck, although he had never seen it in person, but under the induction of his divine sense, he could clearly see the battles that were taking place everywhere.

More than a hundred killers are very organized, and they advance and retreat in a measured manner, but when they attack, they always exude a reckless atmosphere.

Although these people were fierce, their strength was not strong, and the strongest leader only supported more than a dozen moves under Ye Xiangdong's sword, and was cut in two by Ye Xiangdong.

So these people are just cannon fodder, and the real Demon Gate Killer hasn't shot yet.

More than a hundred killers were quickly lost in half, and more than a hundred killers flew in, like moths rushing towards flames.

Stimulated by the casualties of their companions, the killers who had newly joined the battle group were stimulated with bloody and murderous aura, almost fighting for their lives, and launched a counterattack against the Ye family warriors.

The casualties of the Ye family warriors began to rise, and the coordination began to be chaotic.

The calm Chen Yun kept giving orders to let the Ye family warriors shrink their battle lines and avoid fighting on their own, but Ye Xiangdong and more than a dozen of his subordinates were completely crazy and killed in the dark.

Ye Changsheng frowned slightly, and wanted to send the Twelve Dead Soldiers to support several times, but in the end he remained silent.

The warriors of the Ye family's fleet must learn to adapt to higher-intensity battles, because the opponents they will face in the future will no longer be bandits and bandits, but enemies with higher strength and more organization.

There is no other way for a samurai to grow up, but to fight, only to baptize blood and fire.