Ou Wuyang is a veteran grandmaster, but he didn't dare to be careless at all against Zhang Yue, who was newly promoted to grandmaster, and even took the initiative to attack. The long sword in his hand was two and a half feet, and a cold light more than three feet long spat out from the tip of the sword, adding up to nearly two meters, stabbing at Zhang Yue's chest like a spear.

The sword is a means of the grandmaster, and only the martial arts master who releases the internal strength will produce the sword when he infuses the internal strength into the weapon.

The sword in Ou Wuyang's hand is not ordinary, not to mention that ordinary weapons spit out the sword, and it will break directly after the internal strength is infused.

Zhang Yue flashed back, the sword was uncertain, and suddenly the light was great, and the sword surged several meters, chasing and stabbing like lightning.

Zhang Yue raised his hand, a white light flew out and collided with the silver sword, and the Baiyin whip shot.

The white light collided with the silver rays, making an arc-like sound, and both bounced away.

Zhang Yue was completely relieved, the Baiyin Whip given by President Yuan Tianbo was indeed a treasure, and when he touched the sword of the martial arts master, there was no trace left on the bone whip, and it was as clean as new.

The drumming internal energy poured into the Baiyin Whip, which was the first time that Zhang Yue injected the internal energy into the weapon.

With a crisp snap, the originally soft whip-like Baiyin whip was erected one by one, straight as a sword, and a white light rose from the handle to the tip, shooting out from the whip slightly, and suddenly shot out a gun-like hole in the metal ship.

Good thing! Zhang Yue secretly praised and used the Baiyin Whip to perform the pear blossom sword technique.

A little white mango fell like a pear blossom, and one by one they covered Ou Wuyang's body.

This Dongyi Grandmaster's face was serious, and he swung his long sword to swing the white mangs away.

These pear-like white rays are no longer the afterimages produced by the wielding of weapons, but the internal strength group released through the Baiyin whip, which is more lethal than naval guns, and can easily tear through steel plates a few centimeters thick.

Even if Ou Wuyang was a martial arts master, he didn't dare to let this thing get on him.

Zhang Yue mastered the technique of releasing internal strength and external strength so quickly, Ou Wuyang was secretly shocked in his heart, he was not to be outdone while resisting, and one after another sharp arrow-like swords continued to shoot towards Zhang Yue.

Silver arrows and white rays flew in a staggered manner, with incredible lethality and destructive power.

A few white rays were swept away by the long sword and floated down to a missile launcher on the deck, snatching a few sounds, and suddenly there were a few more big holes in the steel launcher, and a white mang hit the missile loaded on it, almost breaking the missile with a diameter of more than ten centimeters, and the granular propellant leaked to the ground.

A panicked sailor ran around on the deck, unluckily hit a sword ray from Ou Wuyang, and ran a few steps before his body suddenly split in two from his waist, and his upper body fell to the deck, and his lower body hit the bulkhead, splashing a huge blood flower.

No one dared to approach the two grandmasters' warbands again, and the sailors shivered and hid in every nook and cranny they could find, secretly praying for the blessings of the heavens.

The two men kept moving during the battle, and a strange scene appeared on the USS Sheppleton.

Two men armed with cold weapons were fighting fiercely, from the middle of the ship to the stern and back to the bow of the ship, while the officers and men of the Nanxing Navy, equipped with modern firearms on the warship, hid like rats. Wherever the two grandmasters fought, some hiding soldiers would pop out of the corner, hugging their heads and running away, lest they be affected.

Kill, kill, kill!

Ou Wuyang has already begun to fight hard, the long sword dances like a peacock opening the screen, the silver light bursts out from the tip of the sword, the equipment on the deck of the warship has fallen into bad luck, the ship's guns, masts, chimneys, and radars are falling and breaking one by one, and the steel is as vulnerable as a wooden bar under the sword of the martial arts master.

After a few minutes of fighting, the deck of the Shepleton was as miserable as if it had been swept away by a storm.

The officers on the bridge were all faceless, and with most of the cameras destroyed during the battle, they could no longer see the battle on the screen, and now the two men had hit the bow deck, which they could see directly from the windows of the bridge.

Or it can't be called a window anymore, when Zhang Yue passed by below just now, he shot out a sword light casually, and slashed obliquely on the porthole of the bridge, the window glass on the front has been completely shattered, and the porthole bracket has also been cut off a few times, and now it is completely a big hole, and the wind is pouring in from the outside.

Lieutenant Colonel Brown's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw two grandmasters fighting fiercely on the manhole cover of the vertically launched missile.

"Prepare to launch missiles!" shouted Lieutenant Colonel Brown.

The officers were cheered up, and this was a rare opportunity.

"How many missiles to fire?" asked the fire controller.

"Shoot as much as you can!"

"But Mr. Ou?"

"Leave him alone, launch! Launch now!" Brown shouted frantically.

As soon as the fire controller put his finger on the button, the two men on the bow deck suddenly disappeared at the same time.

Lieutenant Colonel Brown sat down in a daze, and there was no strength left in his body.

Although Zhang Yue and Ou Wuyang were fighting fiercely, they could not escape their eyes at any change in the surrounding environment.

Stepping on a missile silo under their feet, how could the two of them not know how they could put themselves in danger.

After a few fights, the two of them invariably exerted force under their feet, and the soles of their feet infused with internal strength stepped through the metal cover plate alive, and the two people fell down and continued to fight.

The sword light whip shadow was stirred, and the missiles in the silo suddenly turned into scrap metal.

The two men were on a rampage below the deck like monsters, steel plates, and watertight doors could not stop them, and after destroying the contents on the deck, they began to destroy the interior of the Shepleton again.

I don't know how long the battle lasted, as far as the eye could see, I don't know how many cabins they had penetrated inside the warship, and an empty hall appeared in the place where the two men fought, and the ground was full of steel ruins, like a garbage recycling station.

After all, Zhang Yue has just broken through, and his internal strength has not yet been completely stabilized, and his skills cannot be compared with Ou Wuyang, who has been sharpened for a long time.

In a fierce battle, his body was hit twice by the sword, one in the thigh and the other in the shoulder, both of which were bloody injuries.

Ou Wuyang was slightly panting, and he felt a little overwhelmed by the fact that he emitted so many sword rays in one breath.

However, Zhang Yue's consumption is even greater, and he is holding an injured leg, and it is a little difficult to even move.

"You're good, it's a pity, I'm not your match in another year. ”

Ou Wuyang said, and once again raised the long sword with a cold light like water, the skin of his arm was exposed, and the sleeve of his shirt was cut off by Zhang Yue's pear blossom sword in the battle just now. At that time, the Baiyin Whip suddenly let out a strange roar, which shook Ou Wuyang's mind for a moment, and he was almost cut off his arm, which was extremely thrilling.

"It's a pity for you. ”

Zhang Yue glanced at Ou Wuyang with pity, Martial Arts Grandmaster, there are only more than eighty in the Tianqi Kingdom, how many Dongyi are there? Definitely not more than twenty, maybe twelve or thirteen.

The loss of one will definitely make Dongyi people hurt into the bone marrow.

"Do you have any other means?" Ou Wuyang raised his head and said, "Hurry up and show it, this is likely to be the last time you will do it in the world." ”

Wu Yang shouted in a low voice: "Yinfeng soars into the sky!"

The long sword instantly turned into a brilliant ball of silver light, the phoenix roared, and with a chirp that pierced the air, a brilliant silver phoenix shadow spread its wings and flew out.

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