The machine on the building ship was constantly running in the chorus of sailors, and the bowstring on the huge crossbow machine that could not be pulled apart even if several people pulled together continued to open like a bloody mouth, and then several people put thick arrows in it.

Sharp, like a dog's tooth.

On the other side, the catapult mechanisms used to throw the porcelain vases had already been projected, and countless porcelain vases filled with fierce fire oil flew out like birds, and bright flowers lit up in the air again.

Even with improved refining and production techniques, and several screenings, it is still extremely difficult to use, not to mention that it cannot be completely burned if it is not heated to a certain extent, and even if it is burned, it will have to overcome many difficulties to make it form an explosive force.

Therefore, many of the porcelain vases did not explode directly, but fell one after another after exhausting the rising force, like hailstones and smashed on Long Jin's side, and some of them were still bright at the lead.

But Long Jin was not afraid at all, and a pair of eagle eyes stared at the sky, getting brighter and brighter.

In this huge world, in the long river of more than 10,000 years, how many saints have appeared?

The historians don't know, the emperor doesn't know, the dignitaries don't know, and the people and rangers in the streets and alleys are naturally even more unlikely to know that the reason why Longjin drove the boat here is precisely because he knows the red-clothed cultivator.

But he was crazy enough to snipe at such an being.

This is not an act of improvisation, but a hunt with countless preparations.

The previous conversation between him and Yuan Feng was just a kind of sympathetic answer, but in fact, only the two of them knew that Yuan Feng was thinking about him, so they would ask him if he wanted to save his useful body.

Because once he participates in the hunt for Luo Fengxiao, a saint, whether he succeeds or not, there will inevitably be very serious consequences.

"It's not enough. Yuan Feng's gaze looked solemnly at the sky, as if he could see through the explosive sparks and see the red clothes, and raised his eyebrows, "Even if you are a grandmaster master, you won't die on the spot under such a sniper, let alone a saint." ”

Long Jin also knew this, so he didn't hesitate, and raised one hand high and fell heavily.

At the same time, a sharp screech sounded from the ship, and everyone saw an extraordinarily large crossbow arrow shoot out into the exploding sparks!

This is a giant crossbow machine made by the inheritance of the public loser, and it took a lot of hard work to transport it to Jingwu, and every part of it is made by craftsmen with painstaking efforts, and some people even proudly think that such a crossbow machine is enough to slay a dragon.

"Mr. Yuan, I'm tired!" Long Jin was not arrogant enough to think that he could really slay a dragon with such a crossbow machine, and as soon as the words fell, he could already see the figure suddenly rising into the air from the afterglow of his eyes, like a sharp sword straight into the sky.

Lou Jian pressed the momentum of continuing to drop the porcelain bottle, and only continued to shoot crossbow arrows from the sky, just to give Yuan Feng a chance to shoot.

It was also in the afterglow of Yuan Feng's entry into the firelight that a crisp sound exploded on the river that was even louder than the previous explosion.

The air flow seemed to expand for a moment, and then began to contract again, blowing the sailors' clothes with a hunting sound, and even some of the crossbow arrows fired flew upside down and plunged directly into the deck of the ship.

The fire was too bright.

Yuan Feng squinted, but he could already see the figure in red, although it was the first time they met, but they were already swords and soldiers, like a pair of undying enemies.

In Sumeru, he slashed out one hundred and thirty-six swords, each of which brought a sharp scream of the wind, and the rumbling sound of the collision was like thunder.

Even if he was in the Grandmaster realm, he thought that these one hundred and thirty-eight swords had already poured out everything he had, and countless years of experience, knowledge, strength, and skill mixed with blood had all been integrated into the swords.

Because behind each knife is a second knife, this speed is so fast that people can't see it at all, so it looks as if he only made one knife.

Long Jin's pupils shrank below, but he saw a figure falling quickly from the sky.

It was only a moment after disappearing, and the reappeared Yuan Feng had become very miserable, the original cold black clothes were already full of tears, and countless scorched black marks appeared on his skin, and even his pair of sword eyebrows seemed to be slightly yellow by the flames.

As if because of the pain, Yuan Feng closed his eyes tightly, and his body fell down completely uncontrollably like a heavy stone.

But just about three zhang high from the bamboo row, he suddenly stretched out his limbs, the torn clothes suddenly bulged, and the momentum of the fall was paused, and then he turned over and landed firmly on the bamboo row.

The bamboo row was overflowing, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of cruelty, and he looked at the sky more like he was contemplating: "I can't beat you like this, it seems that the saint is really stronger than he imagined." ”

But he laughed again, there was no fear in the laughter, only dripping happiness: "It's okay, how many people in this world are so lucky to be able to fight against a real saint?"

"Maniac. Qin Ke, who had been watching from the shore, couldn't help but cover his forehead, only feeling that the surging battle intent on Yuan Feng's body was really unreasonable.

However, there is no reason, everything has already happened, and most of the surrounding people have fled or been evacuated by the old boat gang, which shows that this itself is a planned and premeditated thing.

However, what made Qin Ke still feel strange was that Gao Changgong still hadn't shown up, where was he, what was he doing, and when were he going to make a move?

With a mournful chirp in the sky, Qin Ke's heart sank, knowing that Luo Fengxiao had finally made a move.

Fierce fire oil, ballista, and grandmaster master, these three things combined still failed to defeat this saint after all, and when she really showed her anger, the entire heaven and earth were dyed with a layer of red like blood.

The flames shot out in all directions, like light shining on the earth, but these lights were not harmonious, but turned into Dao Mars, and then converged into a rain of fire, covering the entire block, turning everything in front of Qin Ke's eyes into a sea of fire.

Nanyang Restaurant stands proudly for more than 100 years, although it is not majestic, but it looks very solid, but no matter how strong the restaurant, after all, it can not resist such a flame, countless sparks smashed the hard tiles of Nanyang Restaurant, and crashed into the top floor, in an instant, the fire was great.

A stable in the backyard was now completely engulfed in flames, and only the neighing of the horses could be heard, and it was clear that they were suffering from the fire, but they could not escape.

The ballistas originally erected on the bow of the ship have been completely burned, and what is even worse is that a lot of fierce fire oil that has not had time to be projected exploded at the same time, directly destroying the doors and windows.

Many of the sailors, covered in flames, fled aimlessly across the deck, screaming so terrible that they had not had time to jump into the water.

There was a loud noise from the side of the cabin again, and the flames of the explosion directly tore open the originally thick inner wall, and a large amount of water poured directly into the cabin, like a pair of invisible big hands, dragging the boat to the bottom of the river step by step.

Qin Ke hid under an eaves with a pale face, only to feel that his chest was extremely painful, as if a hand had grabbed his heart fiercely.

In the midst of such fear, he was in a hurry like a rat running from a burning rice barn, and he could only lower his body as much as he could, curling himself up in a safe position to avoid the headless and brainless sparks pouring down.

As the only person in the world who has "fought" with Luo Fengyan, he knows very well how terrifying Luo Fengxiao's strength is, it is already a power beyond the scope of understanding, just like a river bursting its embankment, the ground splitting and landslides, how can manpower resist?

Xiao Hei came out of his chest and let out a sharp chirp, which sounded very angry, but even so, it did not dare to look directly at the red clothes, so it could only bow its head unwillingly.

It seems that within the quadrangle, no one dares to look directly at that piece of light, because she stands in the sky, and her majesty is the power of heaven, and no one dares to offend.