What would happen to you if someone closest to you died in front of your eyes?

The sky is still white, the fish are far away, and the big ships are still at sea.

Some of the spectators on the boat showed regret in their eyes, some showed surprise, and some had just woken up with tears in their eyes.

But there was a man whose eyes burned with blue-black and fiery red, and his hatred was monstrous!

He is Han Xiangtian with eyes on his eyes.

Han Xiangtian clenched the blade of the ink sword with both hands, ignoring the edge of the blade and cutting his hands, "Sword Spirit, you still don't help?" ”

Perhaps it was the nourishment of the Han family's blood that satisfied Mo Jian, and Han Xiangtian's heart heard an old man's voice, "Little ghost, the old man can't make a move, but I can send a master to help you!" ”

Han Xiangtian roared in his heart: "I want that monster to pay for Brother Yu's life, no matter what the price is." ”

The sword spirit smirked sadly, and no longer made a sound, as if it had already penetrated everything.

The wound where the palm was cut suddenly came with a stream of heat, and the ink sword suddenly weighed like a thousand pounds, so that Han Xiangtian couldn't hold it anymore and took it out directly.

Han Xiangtian was anxious, could it be that Mo Jian was playing with himself?

A wave of anger surged into his heart, and he suddenly had the idea of throwing the ink sword into the foreign sea.

When the ink sword landed, there was a puff of black gas, like black smoke bubbling from the chimney of a farmer's rice at noon, stretching continuously.

Until the black smoke gathers into a human form, it finally stops.

The smoke and clouds turned into people, vivid, and by no means a phantom, the ink sword actually conjured a man out of thin air.

The man was in a green shirt, his hair was tied to the sky, and his whole face was thin, but he was eagle-eyed, with a majesty that rejected people thousands of miles away.

However, Han Xiangtian was trembling all over, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Marshal Yan Wuyan!" ”

He never expected that Mo Jian would actually summon Yan Wuyan, the Tianqiao Marshal among the thirty-six generals of Tiangang, to this place.

Han Xiangtian didn't know about the chaotic battle in Mafu that day, but he thought that the sword spirit had a kind heart, and he especially drove the long-distance attackers who were good at using the divine dart to help.

Moreover, Yan Wuyangui is a human-level third-order martial artist, and his strength is similar to that of the sea elves, which is enough to avenge Ma Yu!

Yan Wuyan said goodbye, and his shriveled skin was covered with blue spots.

Han Xiangtian, who was just about to step forward, stopped instantly, and he clearly smelled a musty smell.

No, the person in front of him is lifeless, lifeless, and strange, definitely not Yan Wuyan's deity.

Han Xiangtian took a step back and said vigilantly, "Who are you?" ”

Yan Wuyan's eyes were hollow, like a marionette pulling strings, and he jumped up and stood firmly on the side of the ship.

All he had in his eyes was the sea elf on the capsized boat.

Han Xiangtian picked up the ink sword and used his spiritual sense to communicate with the sword spirit, "What do you mean by this?" Aren't you trying to help me avenge Brother Yu? ”

The sword spirit laughed a few times, "The old man asked you a few questions, and if you answered them well, I will let the war slave be used by you." Listen, why did you leave the Han family in the first place? ”

Hearing the word war slave, although Han Xiangtian was full of question marks, he generally understood.

Perhaps the Sword Spirit has the same ability as Ma Yu and can summon surprise soldiers to help.

"Naturally, I'm here to protect Brother Yu." Han Xiangtian replied seriously.

"Why are you protecting that little ghost of the Ma family?" Sword Spirit asked again.

Han Xiangtian was stunned, and the answer in his heart almost blurted out.

His ears were slightly red, and Han Xiangtian changed his words: "Because he is my best friend, he only has one friend, I can't watch him die in vain." ”

There is a sentence that Han Xiangtian swallowed, even if Ma Yu's strange poison was ultimately unsolved.

He also has to accompany Ma Yu through the end of his life......

The sword spirit conceited and said: "Hehe, it's a loving and righteous little ghost, count your luck, in the Void Realm, I can turn the living cup into a war slave to use, you have to remember, I help you out today, and you will repay me in the future." ”

A living cup? Could it be the product of Grandpa's Yaqi Snake curse mark?

Thinking of this, Han Xiangtian seemed to understand.

Yan Wuyan, who stood alone on the side of the boat, was a real person, but he was no longer him at all.

It has been five days since the change occurred in Mafu, and Ma Yu has not yet been poisoned, and he has relied on the seven-day death medicine to continue his life.

The master hidden in the depths of Kema Mansion, if he is also poisonous, in the absence of an antidote, he will definitely die within five days!

Thinking of this, Han Xiangtian took a closer look, and really saw the dark blue curse mark on the back of Yan Wuyan's neck.

The warrior who should have died miraculously came back to life, but it was not like Ma Yu's undead summoning.

The whole body of the undead is covered in black, which symbolizes death, and Yan Wuyan is more like a walking corpse with a forbidden soul, which is very similar to the appearance of the Lutouji villagers in the slaughtered village.

Han Xiangtian was sure that Yan Wuyan was dead.

With only the broken body of a war slave, can he still avenge Ma Yu?

On top of the capsized, the sea elves found that there were people on the side of the ship staring at them defiantly, and even had the audacity to expose their whole bodies to their own range.

"Woohoo!" The sea elf screamed, and without knowing what mechanism to trigger, the twin blades shrank back again, turning into the flute of the sea again.

In the mouth of the flute, the sea elf had not yet blown its breath, and the sound of breaking the sky suddenly entered the ears.

A few points of cold light hit the flute, and the force was extremely strong, instantly causing the flute of the sea to fall out of his hand.

Han Xiangtian's eyes widened, it was Li Zidart!

The size of the plum dart is only one inch, and the target is extremely small and not easy to detect, so it is also the starting dart used by Yan Wuyan when he encounters an opponent who is quite strong.

This style of acting, without any drag, is a murderous move.

Even if he has become a puppet man, he is still a Tianqiao marshal with eyes and no false hair!

The flute of the sea fell into the water, and the sea elves were slightly flustered.

It was just about to bend down to fish for the flute when its big ears suddenly vibrate, as if it heard a subtle strange sound in the air.

Raising his head, the sea elf's arrogant eyes suddenly swelled up a little panicked, it was white snow, and it was flying all over the sky.

No! It was Yan Wuyan, who maintained a posture of looking at the world on the side of the ship, and released hundreds of snowflake darts with just a few movements of his hands.

As the name suggests, the snowflake dart is shaped like a snowflake, and is made of the Arctic Iceberg Stone Mine, which can be well integrated with the martial arts, and is the only magic weapon for Yan Wuyan to fight more with less.

At this moment, hundreds of snowflake darts roared in, although the speed was not as fast as the smaller plum darts, but it was overwhelming, completely sealing the retreat of the sea elves.

The sea elf had no choice but to roar: "Quack! ”

Immediately, he protected his head with four hands, and the muscles and flesh around his body suddenly expanded, and the blue scales were tightly sealed, ready to take this trick hard.

The snowflake dart flew like a hail hitting a shield, crackling and shaking the sky.

It's a pity that after the sea elf withstood the blow, only the leg was slightly bruised, and blue blood flowed out, and the rest of the position was unharmed.

Its scales, which seemed to be as thin as a cicada's wings, were indestructible!

The sea elf held its head high and beat its chest with its hands like an orangutan, only to find that the man on the side of the ship had disappeared.

Han Xiangtian leaned over the side of the boat and looked down desperately, he saw Yan Wuyan release the snowflake dart, and the whole person jumped vertically.

The sea not far from the capsizing boat has occasional ripples.

As soon as Han Xiangtian appeared, he was attracted by the ripples of the waves, and suddenly there was a feeling of loss and recovery in his heart, which lingered for a long time.