Li Tie and the others looked at Huang Yaoshi, who was walking step by step, and the long sword that shone with cold light was already in his hand at this time, and there were already tiny particles of sweat on his forehead. Li Tie's hand holding the long knife had turned white at this time, and that was because he involuntarily clenched the handle of the knife at this time, and the force caused his joints to become white.

At this time, if someone took a closer look, the long knife in Li Tie's hand was trembling slightly. A man who had never felt afraid in the face of many water bandits was even shaking the weapon in his hand at this time, I don't know if his heart was afraid of the man in Tsing Yi in front of him, or if he had the excitement of facing the master in his heart.

Huang Yaoshi's calm eyes were like a volcano about to erupt, and the restraint of the killing intent was only for the next eruption. As if he was strolling, the soles of his feet slammed on the deck, and the water splashed. Between the lightning and flint, the jade flute held horizontally in his hand was instantly swung out. Like a pillar of heaven whipping against the curtain of water in the air.

Suddenly, I saw water splashes blooming in the air, and one after another water arrows full of great power shot out at Li Tie and the others who were on guard at this time.

Looking at the surging water arrows, Li Tie, the elites of the Ming Sect and the Iron Palm Gang, their faces became extremely grim at this time. In an instant, the people who stood quietly holding knives responded to the sentence "The silver bottle bursts through the water slurry!" from extreme tranquility to extreme movement, and between the transformation of yin and yang, a series of silver-white knife lights instantly cut out.

"Jingle bell!" seemed to be a crystal pearl falling on the jade plate, resounding with a crisp and pleasant sound. Danger is often hidden behind the beauty, and the beautiful sound is followed by a chapter of killing.

Dao Dao water arrows were slashed by the shining sword light, but they were only a few. Those elites who came with Li Tie were just for others, for a top master like Huang Yaoshi, the difference in quantity could no longer make up for the lack of quality. Among the people, the martial arts cultivation is quite good, and when the long knife in his hand blocked the water arrow, he had already dodged with the power of this attack.

And those who didn't have much cultivation, even if the long knife in their hand slashed the water arrow, they were also shot down by the sharp blade in the hand of the water arrow. His body was hit by the powerful water arrow, and he lay on the deck, bright red blood flowing from his mouth.

At this time, Li Tie, who was standing on the deck with a knife, had a trace of blood left on the corner of his mouth, the long knife in his hand trembled, and the corner of his eye saw the brother lying on the deck or having fallen into the water at this time, feeling as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer in his chest, and there was a tingling pain in his heart.

At this time, there were traces of tears left in the corners of Li Tie's eyes, those brothers who were lying on the deck and falling into the lake were still fresh lives when they set off with them before, they had their own expectations and ideals, but at this time they were a cold corpse, how could he not be sad.

In the eyes of everyone, Huang Yaoshi at this time is like a demon from hell, constantly harvesting fresh life, without a trace of humanity and mercy. Even Lu Guanying, who was standing aside at this time, looked at the ancestor at this time, and his body trembled slightly. He has also killed people on weekdays, but he is also afraid of erasing people like Huang Yaoshi is doing now!

Huang Yaoshi's cyan body rose into the air, and the jade flute in his hand turned into a shadow in the sky and went straight to Li Tie and the others, as if everyone would be the souls of his flute in the next moment.

Seeing that the jade flute was about to reach everyone's throat, several people had already given up, the long knife in their hands was slashing horizontally, and their eyes were closed. At this moment, a long chant like a dragon's groan sounded in the night sky, and a purple light burst out of the night, cutting Huang Yaoshi and everyone else.

The scene in the battle circle changed instantly, and everyone who should have been killed was standing on the deck unharmed at this time, while Huang Yaoshi, who was holding Yuxiao, was standing in the distance with a grim face at this time. Everyone took a closer look, and in the middle of the battle circle, the sword body was full of purple long swords inserted into the deck. The dragon-shaped swallow, the purple sword seems to have a purple dragon shadow constantly swimming, which looks particularly simple and luxurious.

The people of the Ming Sect and the rest of the Iron Palm Gang saw that the purple sword was so familiar, and the fear in their hearts instantly disappeared, as if in the bitter winter, a warm sun shone on their bodies, sweeping away the severe cold.

And Huang Yaoshi, who seemed to be about to slaughter everyone before, has now changed back to his Eastern evil demeanor, and Tsing Yi is constantly fluttering in the reflection of the night, like a gentleman standing in the red dust!

I saw him, his eyes swept the night sky, and he said softly: "Since Xiaoyou has arrived, why don't you show up and see him?" The gentle voice was not much, but it came out of his mouth, but it clearly fell on everyone's ears, and even the lake rippled. At this time, everyone looked at Huang Yaoshi's eyes, and they were full of different colors, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

Just as Huang Yaoshi's words fell, a clear voice came from the night sky not far away, like a flowing spring and a fresh breeze in the mountains. I only heard him say: "Since the seniors are invited, there is no reason not to come!"

The voice was still echoing, and I saw a white figure standing beside the purple long sword, the purple long sword seemed to have spirituality, and it kept swinging, emitting a long sword groan, as if seeing its master.

Seeing this figure, Li Tie and the others immediately knelt on one knee on the deck, holding a long knife shining with cold light, and said loudly: "I'll see the sect leader (helper) later, my subordinates don't know that the sect leader (helper) is coming, and I hope that the sect leader (helper) will forgive my sins!"

Zhao Zhijing didn't have any words. I saw his toes treading slightly on the deck. He shook the Purple Emperor Sword out of the deck, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, a purple sword flower appeared in the air.

"Bell!" There was a crisp sound, and the Purple Emperor Sword had returned to its sheath. At this time, I saw Zhao Zhijing wave his hand, and the disciples kneeling on the deck said in unison: "Thank you Sect Master (Helper)!" and then stood up one after another, although everyone's clothes had changed at this time, the light in their eyes still couldn't be hidden, and they were rare elites at a glance.

Zhao Zhijing, who was fluttering in white, clasped his fists at Huang Yaoshi and said: "I also hope that my predecessors will forgive my sins, but my subordinates don't know that Rong'er is your disciple of your predecessors, so I am offended." Since the seniors have already punished the first evil, please don't implicate other innocent people!"

Everyone looked at Zhao Zhijing standing in the field, the white robe on his somewhat thin body was constantly swaying in the night sky, although his air was telling words such as forgiveness of his predecessors, but everyone knew that he was still so tall and proud, no one would think that he was softening.