"The wind is thundering!"

A cold groan interrupted Weng Ran's thoughts, and the thunder in the sky seemed to be being towed, falling on the spear in the man's hand, dazzling and gorgeous.

The thunder and lightning traveled like a silver snake in the spear, and even wrapped around half of the man's arm, but there was not the slightest trace of pain on his face, and the spear was round, and the thunder was unstoppable, as if it was about to tear everything apart, and the momentum and sound irritated the eyes and ears.

The purple mang's mouth opened widely, and a red water ball shot out of its mouth like a cannonball, colliding with the thunder, steaming, atomizing, and dissipating, but most of it still surrounded the thunder, and turned into ice in an instant.

I saw the blood-colored ice ball trap the thunder that was still crackling and flashing by itself, and fell down.

And Zimang's long tongue flung at the man after the ice, and the two sides of the tongue were endlessly barbed, and the fangs were even sharper.

The man's spear was raised, and there was a loud bang, and the turtle boat was shaken twice, and the falling ice suddenly burst and scattered, and I saw that the trapped thunder was like a wild horse, like explosives entering the sea, and the sound of banging was endless, and the sea water was blown up into a fountain alive.

As the spear continued to rise, the thunder that was playing in the sea rushed out violently, and collided with the long tongue that was thrown over, a painful roar, the long tongue was stiff for a moment, and it was caught by the thunder and lightning, and it was entangled, seeing that the long tongue was scorched and blackened, broken, the purple python was ruthless, and the fangs bit off half an inch of the tongue, so as not to be shot by the thunder headshot.

Momentarily wounded, the snake's head kept retreating.

And what was not noticed, in the fountain of the seawater, the silver light flickered, stirring up the whirlpool of the seawater, and went towards the purple mang, and the wind-blown waves brought up rolled like boiling, and the turtle boat on it drifted like duckweed.

The man was armed with a spear, stepping into the void and plunging into the whirlpool.

The python had been wrapping around the turtle boat's tail and flicking it so hard that it could no longer be distracted.

The turtle boat was thrown off by this, and even left the sea, the invisible defense was broken at this moment, the monstrous waves were like Mount Tai pressing on the top, the invisible wind almost blew away the flesh and skin, the turtle boat was constantly tumbling in the sea water, floating and sinking, and screaming again and again, Weng Ran's spiritual power was condensed under his feet, fixed on the turtle shell, and the cold sea water continued to impact the body, and the flesh on his face was blown and deformed.

Another roll circle under her head and feet, she saw the mother and son fall into the sea, constantly struggling.

And the disciple of the Xue family, the spear pierced into the plank of the ship, his hands tightly grasped the handle of the gun, and his body was also diagonally in the air.

After rolling for more than ten turns, the turtle boat moved away from that area, stopped, and the disciples of the Xue family fell back onto the boat, shouted softly in unison, pulled out their spears and pointed them into the round hole on the periphery of the turtle boat, and inserted them together: "Ding!"

Now the turtle boat was completely stable, Weng Ran opened his eyes, as if he had fallen apart, and saw the miraculous eldest sister standing on the boat cleanly, with the dying little boy lying beside her.

Other than that, there was no one else on board.

The rain was falling even harder, and Xu was crying for the innocent souls.

Away from the danger area, Weng Ran raised his eyes and looked, and saw the giant tail of the purple python flicking, and he was caught off guard when he wanted to kill the man from behind.

A touch of red tassels in the whirlpool was particularly eye-catching, and the strangulation whirlpool merged into one, and the red sea as far as the eye could see was affected, and the turtle boat was pushed far away by the waves.

One person and one gun, behind him is a huge whirlpool that soars into the sky, tearing the night, as people move their guns, the whirlpool attacks, Zi Mang roars angrily, and the Red Sea in front of him stands in front of him like a barrier, covering up the thunder.

The giant tail had come behind the man.

"Kill!"

The man groaned coldly, but he headed backwards, and the huge vortex storm had torn through the Red Sea barrier and continued to move forward.

The spear swung forward, and Gangfeng tore the flesh of the giant tail first, and then the tip of the spear pierced into the depths of the tail without hindrance, falling downward, and the blood rushed like the rain of the night, and the man didn't even blink an eye, and the giant tail was split in two.

At the same time, with a miserable scream, Zi Mang, who was twisted by the whirlpool storm, only had half of his head left, and he sank to the bottom of the sea.

The storm stopped, but the rain did not stop.

Bright red blood fell down the man's black clothes into the bottomless sea of blood.

The figure moved instantly, and it was also thrown into the sea of blood, and there was another wave of sea rolling, the aftermath of the turtle boat continued, the sea water suddenly flew out, the man rushed out with a gun, stood on the turtle shell, a spear flower flicked over, and the cold tip of the gun was already pointed directly at Weng Ran's neck.

I couldn't tell whether it was seawater or blood that slipped from the body of the gun to the tip of the gun, dripping down.

"What does this mean? The Xue family's ship can't sit on a cultivator?"

Weng Ran spoke calmly.

The man stared at Weng Ran coldly with a pair of eyes that seemed to be hiding an iceberg, put away his gun, and said in an extremely commanding tone: "Go down." ”

Weng Ran didn't say a word, she didn't have a temper at all, there was no way to be an outsider on the boat now except for the little doll who passed out, she couldn't stand the crowd, well, definitely not because she couldn't beat him!!

Standing aside vigilantly, he pretended to be relaxed and said: "When you encounter evil beasts in the sea, things are common, so you won't kill people." ”

"Shut up. ”

The words fell, and the man on the turtle shell also fell.

Weng Ran obediently shut up, watched the man carefully inspect the turtle boat, and then stopped talking and continued to hurry.

Seeing this, there is no intention of killing people and destroying their mouths.

After a night of silence until dawn, the eldest sister began to eat again, Weng Ran looked at the sun, their direction changed, after last night's battle, the turtle boat has been far away from the original course, it seems that the turtle boat is broken, the Xue family disciples are struggling to support, their faces are pale, it is estimated that they will not be able to reach Shahe Luokou, they can only go to the nearest place.

Weng Ran was depressed in his heart, hoping not to be too far away from Shahe Luokou.

After a while, the little boy who had passed out opened his eyes with a chirp, looked around in a circle, and cried to find his mother, the eldest sister slapped him, and the little boy's eyes rolled and passed out again.

"I didn't have a tutor, I saved you, and I didn't thank you first. ”

The eldest sister said very dissatisfied, and stuffed a chicken leg into her mouth.

At sunset, I saw the shore from afar, and the crowds were surging, the voices of the people were boiling, very busy, and full of the breath of the living.

With the last ray of light, the turtle boat docked, and the cold-faced man got off the boat and negotiated with the person who picked up the boat, and then led his people away.

The eldest sister also got off the boat, and no one dared to stop her.

Weng Ran was just about to leave, when he heard a snort, the little boy opened his eyes with a red and swollen face, sat up, looked around helplessly, pouted, and cried, but this time he didn't cry sound.

Weng Ran came to him, squatted down, and secretly stuffed 100 gold into the little boy's arms, ignoring the little boy's puzzled and pitiful eyes, and said to himself: "Your mother died to protect you, so you have to live well, and you can't let your mother die in vain." ”

Bean-sized teardrops dripped on the hands, and the temperature.

Weng Ran paused, got up, wiped the tears off his hands, got off the boat, and didn't look back.

But when he was about to exit, he saw the eldest sister walking back with a gloomy face, and muttered in her mouth: "Little thing, seeing that you are dead, I will pity you." ”