"Kill my people! Damn it. Xiao Teng raised the sledgehammer again and smashed it towards the metal piece that controlled the firing of the cannon.

When the "Knock Knock ......" signal arrived, the warriors in the cannon cabin turned the muzzles, and in an instant, seven or eight cannons were aimed at the sea elves.

With a loud roar, several black projectiles smashed into the canoe, dragging gray smoke and dust through the air.

I saw that the sea elf was not in a hurry, and suddenly there was a blue flute in his hand, which he held with four hands and played it calmly in his mouth.

"Watch out for its flute of the sea, and remember, don't be in love." The little fairy reminded again.

The sea elf played the flute of the sea, and the sound was not beautiful, with a rapid killing meaning.

Suddenly, the sea in front of the canoe magically rolled up, forming a water curtain, which blocked all the shelling.

Xiao Teng was shocked, "Not good, the strength of this monster is definitely more than the second order of the human level." ”

You must know that when dealing with the Styx jellyfish before, it didn't take much effort to rely on the assistance of large ships and the use of martial arts by the warriors to give cannonball damage bonuses.

And this round of shelling was already the strongest blow of Xiao Teng and others.

But it was downplayed and resolved by the sea elves, and its strength can be seen.

Ma Yu pondered, this monster's ability should rely mostly on the flute of the sea, and he had to think of a way to counter its flute.

By the way, Ma Yu had an idea, the dryads in his hands are not the best sound helpers, as long as the flute is suppressed, maybe the sea elves will no longer be able to perform weird magic spells.

The sea elves held the flute in four hands, closed their eyes, and danced as fast as a flower.

Suddenly, a sharp and piercing strange song came out on the surface of the ocean.

At first glance, the strange song has no rhythm at all, like a sharp blade cutting through the iron sheet, which makes people feel crazy in their hearts.

Ma Yu subconsciously covered his ears, unable to stop the erosive sound from penetrating his eardrums.

And this flute sound is different from the charm of the dryads he conquered, in addition to confusing people's minds, it also brings an endless sense of decadence.

Suddenly, Ma Yu remembered his lonely childhood, and countless peers were pointing fingers behind his back.

Even the beggars outside the gate of Mafu looked at themselves with frightened eyes.

What does it mean to be alive?

Because of his trespass on the forbidden land, he caused the whole country to suffer, and the culpability on the way to escape deepened.

The road ahead is uncertain, the back road is dead, and Ma Yu feels more and more that he has no face to live anymore.

"I'm sorry, Dad......" Ma Yu muttered with a slight movement in his throat.

The endless dark sea in front of him suddenly brought him a sense of peace of mind.

It's like a mother who has never hugged before, stretching out her arms to soothe Ma Yu's wounded heart.

In a trance, Ma Yu heard a gentle female voice: "Come here, child, go to your mother's arms, don't be sad anymore." ”

Ma Yu raised his face, his face was full of tears, and he unloaded all the burden in his heart, and he suddenly had no nostalgia for this world.

At this moment, he only wants to die, and say goodbye to all the fetters of this life.

"Smack!" Crisp applause came, and there was a hot pain on his face.

It was Han Xiangtian, who was concerned and angry, panting roughly: "Brother Yu, don't be confused by that monster, we have to get out alive together." ”

On the other side, Wan Huanxi also gave Xiao Teng, who was already demented, a slap in the face.

"Isn't it just a terrible tune? This is out of control, is it worthy to say that he is a martial artist? Wan Huanxi sneered.

Han Xiangtian's forehead was bruised, obviously under a lot of pressure, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You must stop it from continuing to play, otherwise even if it is me, I will lose my mind for a while." ”

Wan Huanxi held on to the railing, clutched the Ninety-Five Supreme, and said unwillingly: "The distance is too far, the Ninety-Five Supreme can't hurt it." ”

Han Xiangtian looked at Xiao Hei's wings that were still dripping blood, and couldn't bear it: "Unless we attack closely, Xiao Hei is ...... now."

Ma Yu met Han Xiangtian's gaze and said categorically: "Xiangtian, let me try." ”

Han Xiangtian knew that Ma Yu's strange spirit technique was powerful, and he had the precedent of breaking the human-level third-order Xuan Turtle Snake before, so he couldn't help but feel confident.

"Brother Yu, be careful." Han Xiangtian glanced at Ma Yu deeply, and the power of the ink sword in his palm increased a little.

"Sword Spirit, how can I drive you and help me? I don't want Brother Yu to be in front alone! Han Xiangtian was distraught and blamed himself more and more for his inability.

The sea breeze brought a hint of coolness, and Ma Yu walked to the side of the ship and looked at the sea elves from afar.

The sea elves stopped playing, and the eyes on the ugly head met them with intriguing disdain.

It seems that in its eyes, the little imp in the distance is nothing more than a mantis arm as a car, hitting a stone with an egg.

Facing the sea breeze with a thousand pressures, Ma Yu closed his eyes and tried his best to adjust his breathing.

He understands that at this moment, there must be no cowardice.

The people behind you need to protect themselves, and this battle must be won!

"Come out, undead dryad warrior!" Ma Yu opened his eyes suddenly, and his whole body condensed at one point.

When he landed, the Tianyu in his palm seemed to be like a fish in water, the rod body glowed with a soft glow, and the Buddhist mantra showed signs of being ready to erupt.

Fifteen gigantic dryads emerged from the shadows behind him and stood in a row, like loyal dead soldiers, waiting for the king's orders.

Ma Yu put on a posture of looking at death as if he were at home, and there were undead soldiers to help, which really made the sea elves slightly stunned.

Suddenly, it opened its large, dachshund-like mouth and laughed strangely.

Immediately, the four hands danced quickly on the flute of the sea again.

A piercing and sharp flute sound, like thousands of thin needles piercing people's skin, made several people suddenly feel pain and broke out in cold sweat.

Ma Yu endured his physical discomfort and gave orders: "Use your charm to suppress it!" ”

Fifteen dryads twisted their bodies, and countless vines fluttered without the wind, quickly gathering together.

In the air, countless vines formed a dark green plant harp, and countless vines gathered into the shaft, dancing back and forth on the strings.

A heavy and rough sound of the piano came from the heavenly court, fighting with the sharp flute in the invisible space.

I saw that the sea elves' cheeks bulged frequently, as if they were tired of coping.

Suddenly, the soloist was defeated by the Dryad Orchestra, and he was defeated.

Ma Yu was overjoyed, "Keep the momentum and kill it with the magic sound!" ”

Han Xiangtian suddenly grabbed Ma Yu's clothes from behind and pulled him hard to knock him to the ground.

"Xiangtian, what are you doing?" Ma Yu was annoyed, and seeing that he was about to successfully defeat the domain master, Han Xiangtian actually let himself fall short.

But when the silver-white water condensation javelins slashed against his scalp, Ma Yu was frightened and realized that he was very wrong.

More rapid flutes struck from all directions, and the sea water was like an inexhaustible slave of the monster of the sea, condensed into dozens of javelins, breaking through the air.

The dangerous and dangerous pull just now allowed Ma Yu to pick up a life.

The plant recorder in the air had been ruthlessly pierced by several javelins, and all of them were destroyed.

Ma Yu raised his head with a waist and hatred in his heart: "Damn, the charm of the dryads has no effect!" ”

As the sea elves played to an accelerated pace, the water around the canoe suddenly boiled.

From time to time, several sharp water guns composed of seawater surged up, like undying guards, firmly blocking the space of five meters around the sea elves.

"What should I do?" Ma Yu became more and more anxious, and involuntarily gave an order in his mind to fight to the death and not retreat.

The formation of the dryad warriors was chaotic, and the fifteen dryads approached the ship's railing at the same time, and their huge bodies clearly became live targets.

Ma Yu's heart is not good, and he urges his mind to recall the undead dryad.

The cold light was dazzling, and the sound of breaking the sky was heard frequently, and it was already too late.