The flying boat is making a U-turn, preparing for a third salvo. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info beside the tiger skin chair on the ship, the old man in the green robe was taken aback when he saw a sword light flying over, and shouted: "Protect Your Highness!"

Seeing that someone was rushing towards him, the hundreds of Northern Forbidden monks in the cabin took out their bows and arrows one after another.

The little prince raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Sword cultivation, ...... interesting" As he spoke, he picked up a dragon head bow on the side of the armrest, and also put on a carved wolf tooth arrow.

"Bang bang ......" was another series of explosions, and a rain of swords shot out through the wind.

"Whoosh...... dozens of arrows pierced through the green rainbow, and there was no power.

The old man in the green robe was startled, and slammed his staff, and a pale gold shield appeared outside the flying boat.

Between breaths, Qinghong had rushed to the front, and in a flash turned into a bald boy covered in blood. His eyes were cold, his expression was crazy, and he held a three-foot green blade with a cold light, and slashed down with a sword.

The blade of the sword pierced the air like a crack. A layer of cyan frost flowers appeared on the pale gold shield, and a bone-chilling chill penetrated everyone's backs.

"Vertical looking for death!" the blue-robed old man shouted, and his staff raised upward. A pale golden sword shadow condensed out of thin air and flew up with a "whoosh".

Chen Yue's expression became more and more hideous, and Qing Feng and the sword shadow struck each other, as if gold and iron collided, and let out a scream.

"Zheng—"

The shadow of the sword collapsed, and Qing Feng castrated non-stop, slashing on the pale gold shield.

"Whew-"

The shield was like papier-mâché, and it was directly dissolved into a gap. Chen Yue raised his left hand, threw a bead into it, followed by a handprint pressed out, turned into a green rainbow and turned away.

"Not good!" the old man in the green shirt was taken aback, and pulled the little prince behind him, and beat the staff. The outer shield of the ship quickly shrank to the size of three feet, and at the same time became extremely solid, and it was about to wrap the beads that Chen Yue threw in. Seeing that the situation was not good, the monks raised their shields and retreated.

The light of the bead flashed, and a thunderbolt exploded, and the heavens and the earth shook, tearing the shield to pieces in an instant. The wave of fire swept across, and more than a dozen people around were immediately engulfed in flames, and the remaining dozens of people were directly hit by the wave of air and scattered.

Although Chen Yue took a step earlier, he was still hit by a wave of qi. The figure was forced out, blood flowed from the corners of the mouth, and the whole body was numb. When I turned around, I saw a fire cloud several acres in size rising, thunder roaring in the clouds, electric snakes swimming away, and dozens of black shadows falling in the air.

From the time he rushed out of the protective array all the way to the detonation of the "Earth Fire and Sky Thunder", it was only two or three breaths. Before he could see the situation clearly, the fire cloud suddenly converged inward, the fire light quickly dimmed, and a black hole appeared between his breaths.

This gap is as long as it is like a scar in the sky, and it is extremely hideous. At the same time, he sensed a suction, and his heart was a pang.

The surrounding more than ten Northern Forbidden Monks stopped falling, and then rose into the air, being swallowed up by cracks one after another, and disappeared without a trace. Everything around slowed down, and then retreated towards the crack, except for the flying boat full of steel cannons.

The little prince was hidden in a vitality shield, unscathed, but he was pulled closer and closer by the pitch-black crack. He was terrified, and tried desperately to use all kinds of escape techniques, but to no avail.

Seeing that he was about to become a sacrifice under the crack, he gritted his teeth and took out a talisman and crushed it. Suddenly, a cloud of white light burst out, rolling him up and breaking through the air, and disappeared into the sky in a breath.

Chen Yue was also restrained by the suction of the crack, and although he was far away from the crack, it was difficult to guarantee that he would not fall in the end. In a hurry, he suddenly saw that Feizhou was still very stable, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he took out the heaviest spear with a flip of his hand.

The spear weighed 17,000 catties, but it still couldn't press him down, and the "Space Ring" flickered again. A pitch-black helmet, a pitch-black breastplate, a pair of jet-black armguards, and a pair of jet-black combat boots appeared on him at the same time.

This set of armor was created by him after receiving the demonic qi infusion in the capital, and each piece weighed tens of thousands of catties, which can be described as full of quality. With a raise of his left hand, he took out the pitch-black broadsword he had originally created, and the momentum of falling towards the black crack slowed down.

The crack gradually healed again, and after devouring a few more people, it disappeared. Chen Yue fell into the air and fell downward. He was shocked again, and urged the only remaining "True Yuan" to use a "Wind Resisting Technique" and floated away towards the flying boat.

The "Soul Nourishing Wood" is worthy of being a second-grade spiritual material, and it has withstood the explosive power of "Earth, Fire, and Sky Thunder", and is still safe and sound.

Chen Yue landed on the deck and swept around, and there were fifty or sixty Northern Forbidden Monks around him. Although they were all terrified, and there was blood at the corners of their mouths, they still maintained a strong cultivation.

The Northern Forbidden Monks were also looking at him, their eyes suddenly red. I don't know who shouted first, and all the monks took out their swords and axes and ran over.

Chen Yue immediately took out a bottle of "Rejuvenation Pill", pinched the medicine bottle, and sucked all the twelve pills into his mouth with one mouth.

A clear stream rose in the abdomen, quickly traveling throughout the body, suppressing the boiling qi and blood, and the injury healed quickly.

A strong man in black armor with an axe roared angrily and stepped on the flying boat first. A silver axe was raised high, slashing at Chen Yue with a domineering murderous aura.

"Kill!" Chen Yue's killing intent rolled in his heart, he roared angrily, his whole body burst out, and the spear stabbed out against the blade of the axe.

"Zheng-" sparks burst out, the silver axe flew out of his hand, and the strong man staggered back and fell headlong into the boat.

The three knives then looked cold, the blades were cold, the edges were condensed, and three Northern Forbidden Monks rushed over.

"Kill!" Chen Yue's eyes were red, the spear swept, and the two people were swept away with two "bangs".

The third person came from behind and slashed at the back of Chen Yue's head.

"Zheng-" The helmet sparked, and the flashing scimitar flicked away.

Chen Yue didn't move, and stabbed the monk behind him with a backhand shot, and then a cold light slashed through his neck, and a head spurted blood and flew up, it was Chen Lan's "Ice Spirit Sword" that rushed over.

"Little junior brother, you are too reckless!" The four girls stepped on Lin Hai and then rushed over, and the four senior sisters took the lead and swept with a sword.

The sword qi rose like a crescent moon, cutting the three people in front of him into two sections.

The four girls then rushed onto the flying boat, the fourth senior sister held a sword and stood on the bow of the boat, the sixth senior sister's golden armor puppet killed the stern of the boat, and Chen Yue stood in the center with a spear in his hand.

Chen Lan unfolded his sword technique, and the Ice Spirit Sword flew around the side of the ship, changing in a myriad of ways. The fifth senior sister was like a ghost, wandering back and forth, and the cold light in her hands flickered.

More than forty Northern Forbidden Monks killed five people like crazy, but they were either killed by flying swords or beheaded by the sneak attack of the fifth senior sister, without exception. For a while, more than 40 people surrounded the flying boat, but there was no way.

Chen Yue's eyes were red, and he only struggled to wield his spear, and every time an enemy rushed in, he was swept away by a single shot. The fourth senior sister was very difficult to deal with more than a dozen people by herself, and gradually retreated to Chen Yue's side.

Even though the Vajra puppet was invulnerable and had amazing divine power, it also had no achievements in the face of several monks in the "late stage of Yijin", and gradually retreated to Chen Yue's side.

The two puppets were back to back, surrounding Chen Lan and the sixth senior sister in the middle. As the enemy's encirclement shrank, the fifth senior sister was also targeted by several people, and it became more and more difficult to start.

After paying a few more lives, more than two dozen Northern Forbidden Monks finally boarded the flying boat and surrounded the four of them.

Chen Yue's eyes were crazy, his expression was hideous, and he waved his spear vigorously. But a single shot will meet three or five blades, and it will not be able to make any merit at all. If it weren't for Chen Lan's sharp flying sword, the sword light always wandered between the two formations, and the enemy would have swarmed up long ago. But if such a stalemate continues, the five of them will inevitably be consumed to death.

Chen Yue's murderous intent was together, and there were gradually only more than 30 people around him in his mind, and every shot he stabbed out was to attack and save him. The two sides exchanged blades, and the sound of gold and iron was deafening.

"Whoosh-" A cold arrow was shot, Chen Yue saw it in his heart, and did not dodge or dodge. The arrow thumped into the breastplate, and the tail of the sword trembled. An enemy sees the advantage and rushes up to make up for it.

Chen Yue just shook slightly, and a shot was raised, and the head of the gun was slapped on his chin, blasting him out, where was the slightest injury.

The rest of the people were shocked, did not dare to move, and continued to fight with the five people......

This stalemate was half an hour, and Chen Yue had more than a dozen long arrows stuck in his chest, which was shocking. At the same time, several more enemies who were eager for quick success were severely injured by him.

Although Chen Yue was not seriously injured, he gradually felt physically exhausted, and he couldn't help but gasp for breath, and his face turned pale.

Seeing that the five people were about to die of exhaustion, the remaining 20 or so people became more and more high-spirited. An enemy armed with a spear stared at him, shouted, and stabbed Chen Yue in the chest.

The head of the spear was shining with cold light, and there were several sigils engraved on it, which was unstoppable. Chen Yue didn't dodge or dodge, and he also mustered up the spare strength to stab out with a shot, but the head of the gun was blunt.

The enemy had already calculated this, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Chen Yue was also confident in the cuirass he had forged, and he also sneered in his heart.

Suddenly, a cold light pierced through the enemy's chest, and it was a thin, sharp sword. The sword then retracted, and the enemy spurted blood and fell to the ground, revealing a pale green shadow holding a blue umbrella, which was a spring rain.

More than a dozen beautiful shadows then pounced, and dozens of wind blades slashed together, "swishing ......" and instantly knocked down more than ten people, who were the sisters of Wanmiao Palace.

The remaining dozen or so enemies screamed, turned around and ran, without the slightest intention to fight, but where could they run past the flying sword? The rest of the battle was no longer suspenseful, but a few breaths, all the enemies were ambushed.

Chen Yue's legs were weak, and he sat on the ground, panting like a cow. The girls saw that he had more than a dozen steel arrows in his chest, and his whole body was covered in blood, and his faces turned white. Such a man has never been seen before, but he is really respectable.

Chen Lan came back to her senses, turned around and saw it, and was immediately taken aback, and tears fell silently.

"Owner......" Chunyu exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly took out the healing pill.

Chen Yue waved his hand and pulled out the arrows in his chest one by one, and the girls were dumbfounded.

Chen Yue pulled out the last arrow, and a bumpy jet-black battle armor on his chest suddenly made a crisp "click" sound, and then a crack appeared, and then shattered, revealing his blood-soaked clothes.

Chen Yue sighed secretly, looked at Chunyu and said with a smile: "If you don't come again, we can only die with them!"