After leaving the Water Moon Palace, Ping Fan didn't dare to stop for half a step, and drove the Dharma boat all the way to the west. At this time, he had already condensed into a golden pill, and his mana was more than a hundred times thicker than before, relying on the subtlety of the stealth technique, he simply hid with people and boats, and went straight to the boundless sea, and arrived at the sea in a few days.

When the French ship enters the water, it is much easier to sail, as long as the rudder is well positioned so that it does not deviate from the course. He knew very well that the boundless sea area was vast and could not be reached in three or five days, so he summoned Caiyun'er from the Taiqing Spirit Treasure Talisman and passed on her method of maneuvering the boat and a few qi training formulas, but he returned to the cabin to cultivate. Caiyun'er has been locked up by him for more than a hundred years, and the sharp energy in his chest has long been exhausted, and at this time, he has the opportunity to see the light of day again, and he has newly obtained the cultivation method, so he is naturally very grateful and does things wholeheartedly. Seeing that she was diligent, she gave her two self-defense weapons, a Qianyuan Bone Changing Pill, and when Caiyun'er was doing things, she couldn't help but work harder.

Traveling four or five thousand miles, the sea gradually became lively, and from time to time there were various colors of light rising and falling, coming and going in the sky. Ordinary got the news, hurriedly walked out of the cabin, followed Caiyun'er's fingers, and sure enough, he saw dozens of various colors in the sky, and flew in the direction of due north. The mana of these dozens of people is high and low, and it seems that the color of the clothes is not from the same sect, but so many people go to the same place, as if they have been agreed in advance, which is really incomprehensible.

Looking far away, I saw that where the light was going, at least three or four hundred people had gathered in the black press, forming a huge circle. In the middle of the circle, a blue-shirted young man stood silently, his two eyes were as sharp as lightning, staring coldly at everyone around him, between his eyebrows, there was a faint arrogance, and he didn't seem to put these many characters in his eyes at all. As soon as Ping Fan saw him, he couldn't help but nodded, secretly praised him, and ordered Caiyun'er to turn over the bow of the boat and sail due north.

When I got closer, I saw that the blue-shirted young man was fair-skinned, handsome, and his two long eyebrows flew obliquely into his sideburns, looking delicate and elegant, and his instrument was extraordinary. On his shoulder, a long, four-foot-long, antique sheathed sword was obliquely inserted, with silk tied to the hilt, flying wantonly with the sea breeze. Hundreds of greedy eyes outside the arena invariably stared at this long sword.

The big war is on the verge of breaking out!

When everything was silent, Pingfan suddenly jumped up and slowly walked towards the blue-shirted young man. When the blue-shirted young man saw him coming, he raised his eyebrows and said coldly:

"Why, are you finally tempted to do it?"

Who knew that when Pingfan heard this, he didn't get angry, but waved his hand and said with a smile: "No, I'm here to help you!" The blue-shirted young man was stunned when he heard this, and said in amazement: "You want to help me? As he spoke, he stepped forward and stood side by side with the blue-shirted boy. The blue-shirted boy turned around and asked, "Boy, why are you helping me?" Pingfan replied: "When the road is uneven, draw a knife to help!" The blue-shirted boy sneered and asked, "In that case, what about your knife?"

Hearing this, the ordinary smiled, stretched out his fingers, and in the palm of his hand, a blue light suddenly emerged, and with a "whew", it turned into a pale cyan long sword that was three feet long and two fingers wide, which was turned over by his palm and copied in his hand. When the blue-shirted young man saw the long sword, he shook his head and said, "Is scrap copper and rotten iron also worthy of being called a sword?" But to deal with this group of wine bags and rice bags, I am afraid that it will be enough." Do it!"

As soon as he said a word, he saw the figure of the blue-shirted young man flickering and snatched it out like a light smoke. Everyone was caught off guard, and for a while, seven or eight people were injured by him and fell from mid-air. He knocked over several people in one fell swoop, did not stop, drew his sword with his backhand, and only heard a dragon roar of "Qiang", and a purple gas rose into the air, "Ding Ding Ding Ding"

With a soft sound, the nearest one or two dozen people, even with their swords, split them in half, scattered blood rain all over the sky, and fell from the sky!

"What a sharp sword!"

Ordinary secretly praised, and without looking back, he blocked more than ten sword lights that stabbed at him. He held the first sword, and the second sword immediately counterattacked, and the mana was in place, and the long sword in his hand suddenly shrank, turning into a pure white sword as thin as a hair, swallowing and spitting. The sword was as good as it was pointed at by him, and with a "snort", it passed through the neck of a red-robed monk. Pity his red-robed monk, who is also a figure in the later stage of foundation building, and his mana is also quite extraordinary, who knows that he can't see his face, and he dies under the ordinary swordsmanship of refining swords into silk. I heard a "pop" sound, and the man had already fallen into the sea. Everyone didn't expect his swordsmanship to be so sharp, and when they were shocked, they all attacked him, and Ping Fan hurriedly waved his sword to block it.

"Crackle, crackle"

Just when the fight on his side was in full swing and inextricable, the blue-shirted young man over there was outnumbered and gradually fell behind. When he looked back in his busy schedule, he saw that he was holding a sword in one hand and pinching a trick in the other, and he was not chaotic at all. Ordinary people were wide in their hearts, and they concentrated on the battle.

At this time, with a few soft sneering sounds, two figures suddenly appeared in mid-air, one left and one right, attacking the blue-shirted boy at the same time. The two of them used a flying sword in one hand, and the other hand was phosphorescent and shining, but they used a bag of blue oil yin phosphorus poisonous sand. When the blue-shirted young man saw the poisonous sand, his face changed suddenly, his left palm was raised, and he pinched a lotus-shaped magic seal, and his five fingers were suddenly one, and there was no wind in the sky, and he went straight to the poisonous sand. At the same time, as soon as his right arm was raised, a sword light shot out with a "snort", shooting straight towards the chest of the person who made the sword.

However, at the moment when his sword light pierced out and he didn't have time to withdraw his hand, among the outer crowd, there were seven or eight people holding magic weapons and attacking him at the same time. These people are dressed differently, and the magic weapons in their hands are also strangely shaped, and there are many of them, and the sound of "sneering" and "booming" can be heard for a long time, and the brilliance aroused by more than ten Qimen spells instantly enveloped the blue-shirted young man in it.

"Carving insect skills, dare to show off in front of your grandfather!"

In the midst of the colorful brilliance, I only heard a soft cry from the blue-shirted young man, and the sword light in his hand flashed a few times, and it was like a sudden burst of fireball, which exploded into more than a dozen pure white dazzling sword lights. As soon as the sword appeared, it suddenly scattered and splashed, and in the midst of a few soft sounds, more than a dozen people here were hit by swords one after another, and all of them fell into the sea from the air. The rest of the crowd shouted, and their eyes involuntarily showed a look of horror.

Ordinary people heard the shouting, and couldn't help but look back. At a glance, Deng Shi gasped, and said in his heart: "This person's cultivation does not seem to be much better than me, how can he be so good at swordsmanship?"