On the river, the shadow of the Qi family's envoy finally melted into a white mist.

With the sound of knuckles, Chu Tao winked and smiled at Wang Hong beside him, fascinated people and did not pay for their lives.

"Less Ideas ......"

"Get on board and let's fight. ”

The clear command made Wang Hong's face turn straight in shock: "Huh?" He hurriedly looked around, but he didn't see any building ships suitable for fighting Bilian Continent. In fact, apart from himself, there were only about twenty swordsmen from the Feather Sword Sect. What kind of boat did you get on? Who did you fight? What to fight? I wondered if Chu Tao was joking.

"Uh......" Wang Hong paused and bowed for a long time, not knowing where to start.

"Let's go, I've already transferred all the manpower!" Chu Tao smiled at each other, and then headed towards the assembly place of the ships.

Wang Hong was even more incredible, he was still busy arranging the manpower deployment in the business in the morning, except for the dozens of martial artists who were recruited and transferred by Xie Junhe's Ziyu Order, the rest of them were all busy in the Black Stone Cliff!" "Young Master, wouldn't you just plan to take Bilian Continent with just these twenty people?" This practice is even more hateful than taking twenty people to the Beacon Fire Ridge.

Chu Tao couldn't stop laughing: "Uncle Wang thinks that I will joke about the fate of the Feather Chasing Sword Sect?

"That guy!" Wang Hong scolded at the air, closed his eyes, and was dragged onto the gangplank by Chu Tao and pulled into a painting boat. That's right, it's the painted boat used by the rich kid to do nothing and go on a boating tour.

At the same time, there was already a sword shadow on Bilian Continent.

Jinyangdu, flag hunting, dancing with the wind, connecting into a piece of magnificent brilliance, dyed with the verdant Bilian Island. The cold light of the spear and halberd made even the sun pale and weak. The tide is surging, the clouds are flying, and the drums on the boat are vigorously slamming the long river torrent, sweeping away all the grievances and grievances.

The endless flow of people and goods shuttling like an arrow is mixed with this small island, making it the busiest place on the long river. The ripples that the ships came and went, like tangled cobwebs, stretched out to the north and south shores. If the dense river water network on both sides of the long river is like thick and thin blood vessels and meridians, this Bilian Island is just like a beating heart. The land of projectiles has condensed the forces of all sides of the north and south into an inextricable knot. Bilian Island was still bustling, and Qi Ye refused to let go, so behind the bustle, the blazing charcoal fire was burning quietly.

Leng Yinghua was standing on the only tower of Jinyangdu, looking at the ships coming and going, silently thinking. Every fortification, every light and dark checkpoint, and every patrol warrior in Bilian Continent are in full view. Looking from this sentry tower, it can be seen that the camp of the forest is lined up into a huge gossip array, surrounding Bilian Zhou. Yet his gaze remained as calm as he was. A short sword in his hand, once smiling proudly. Only now, with deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and deep brows, he hadn't laughed out loud for years. He has served as the left commander of the Qi family's martial arts for many years, and this battle worries him the most.

"Cold Left Envoy!"

The person who called him was the third son of the Qi family, Qi Tianqiao. His figure was as tall and majestic as a towering pillar stone, and he was a head taller than Leng Yinghua. On the stocky and heavy square face frame, the red eyebrows are like fire, and the eyes are like torches.

Leng Yinghua smiled and hugged his fists and saluted: "Deputy Envoy Qi!"

Qi Tianqiao returned the salute, and his voice was like a bell: "Tian Qiao came to restore his life on behalf of the Xuanhuang Quartet of Heaven and Earth. ”