Those demon beasts were still in the sea, but now even Zhuge and the other five outer disciples no longer paid attention to these demon beasts.

The whimpering sound was incessant, floating unpredictable, and no one spoke.

There was a sound of water, and the other four large ships appeared in sight in the darkness, and soon the five ships formed a circle.

The monsters silently avoided it, but they didn't swim away, still surrounding the five ships outside the ring.

Jiang Shan's face was a little strange, and the sound of whimpering was a little familiar to him, very similar to the sound of a shepherd's flute.

There was the sound of the shepherd's flute, and there were tens of thousands of demon beasts, and his heart couldn't help but sink, could this really be the White Wolf Venerable.

That is a powerhouse in the realm of supernatural powers, comparable to Gu Yu, if it is really him, then even if there are five more sword ships, tonight will definitely be more auspicious.

He touched the dark space ring on his hand, Gu Yu was lying in the ring now, because of the "Jade Bud" and the mysterious Jade Suo, he could wake up at any time. He already knew what was going on outside, but because he was so seriously injured, he didn't know if he would make a move.

If it was the White Wolf Venerable, why did he come thousands of miles away to attack the sword ship of the "Star Peak Sword Valley"?

He cared more than anyone else about the whimpering body in the night, and his heart was beating wildly, almost with some prayer, hoping that that person would never be the White Wolf Venerable.

A glimmer of light appeared above the sea at night, because it was so far away, as if it were a lone star hanging in the dark sky. The whimpering voice suddenly became a little clearer with the appearance of the light, and it was no longer ethereal.

There was a strange penetrating power to the voice, such a wide sea, and so far away, that it seemed to ring in everyone's ears.

The light began to grow larger, and the speed at which it became larger was not very fast, and it was not very fast to imagine the speed of the people who came. The sound in my ears didn't mean to get louder, and it was exactly the same as the loudness before.

Nervousness, curiosity, and all sorts of emotions emerge. The ordinary disciples of Sword Valley couldn't help but stand on the bow of the boat in unison.

Suddenly, the wind became a little stronger again, and the rain intensified again.

The light that came from it swayed in the wind and rain, and became a little faint.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the blue light on the sword shone all around, only to see a hazy water everywhere, and the disciples of Sword Valley were also a little blurred in the heavy rain.

The sound of whimpering, passed through the rain curtain, still did not change.

Wang Gudao, the five outer disciples, Jiang Shan and the others all became more and more solemn.

Suddenly, within the range of the sword's light, a raft rushed out of the wind and rain.

In an instant, it was fixed on the surface of the sea. The water swayed up and down, and the raft was raised and low, not half inclined to tilt, and completely nailed to the crest of the waves.

The raft was small, and there was a dark night in the background. The rain hit the raft in front of it, forming dozens of curtains of smoke and rain. The raft in the smoke and rain should have been very blurry, but everyone could see it very clearly, even more clearly than looking at the people around them.

There is a wooden stake erected on the raft, and on the top of the stake hangs an oil-paper lamp. It looked like the most ordinary oil-paper lamp, so much so that the light seemed so faint.

But even the faint light can cut through the dense rain curtain, so that everyone can clearly see the scene on the raft.

Ordinary oil-paper lamps, a raft, on which stood two people.

One of them was dressed in a black robe, that is, even his head was completely covered, and he stood behind the side of the other person, completely hunched up, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

In fact, even if he stood higher forward and didn't lower his head, I was afraid that no one would really look at him. Just because the people standing next to him are so dazzling, as long as he looks at it, it will be hard to forget, and he will look at it a second or third time......

It was a young man, dressed in a dark golden robe, and the robe was embroidered with the sun and the moon, the black sun and the moon. His face was incomparably handsome, and his eyes were narrow and long, as if he were a demon. In the center of his forehead was an epiphany mark, which flickered and flickered, and a trace of black gas came out.

On his back he carried a large bow of rosewood, the body of which had extremely intricate lines, and the bowstring was a black gold thread that scattered black light.

The young man stood up straight, one arm gently raised, and he brought it to his lips. His palms were snow-white, his fingers were as slender as willows, and a small leaf was between his thumb and forefinger.

The whimpering sound came from the leaves and echoed all around.

Those demon beasts were also a little sluggish when they heard the voice, and they remained silent, and the Sword Valley disciples on the sword ship couldn't help but get nervous.

A soft voice came from the boat, and the five outer disciples asked all the disciples to stand back.

The raft came too strangely, and the raft stopped here, and no one knew that the people who came must be looking for trouble with them.

Just by the bearing of that young man, he knew that this was definitely not a simple person.

Although the cultivation of these Sword Valley disciples is not bad, it will not help too much if they really want to deal with those powerful cultivators, and several Sword Valley disciples naturally see this clearly.

There were only a few dozen people standing on the bow of the boat, and the rivers and mountains were among these people, dozens of people stood on the bow of the boat, echoing each other from afar.

Wang Gudao looked at the black spur mark on the young man's forehead, and suddenly cried out in shock.

"Demons!"

Although he was an ordinary disciple, he was the person with the highest cultivation in this trial. No one knows where he came from, but that doesn't stop everyone from believing his words.

There was a commotion on the sword boat, and many of the Sword Valley disciples had shocked looks on their faces. Demons, they often hear about them in Sword Valley, but seeing demons with their own eyes, many of them are still the first time.

That person didn't look much different from ordinary people, except for the epiphany mark on his forehead, could this be the sign of the demon race? Many people showed surprised looks, and their expressions became solemn at the same time.

Between human and demon cultivators, once they meet, it is a situation that will never end.

Tonight's bitter battle seems inevitable!

The easiest thing is Jiangshan, if it is not the White Wolf Venerable, he feels that it is a fluke. He didn't know much about the Demon Clan, but the White Wolf Venerable, that was a real Divine Realm powerhouse! No matter how strong this Demon Clan youth was, there was no reason to be stronger than the White Wolf Venerable.

Although the name of the demon clan is terrifying, he doesn't have much resistance, on the one hand, Du Chong and Gu Yu have instilled in him the truth of human demons, and on the other hand, it may have something to do with the "Demon Trick" he cultivated.

Although he was reluctant to admit that it was demonic skill, all the evidence so far pointed to the fact that the exercise he practiced was demonic skill.

With demonic skills, I haven't seen the cruelty of the demon clan with my own eyes, how can I really hate it.

What's more, at first glance, the demon youth didn't seem to be any different from an ordinary human cultivator except that he was a little more beautiful.