Just running up to the top deck, the yellow-haired marten swallowed nervously.

In front of the steps of the crooked deck, the old monk, the little stone and the snake demon turned their heads. Even the drowsy Liquor Worm looked at the panic-stricken yellow-haired mink, especially the little stone who had just had a hearty battle, with a magma-like heart And the context is full of domineering, no matter where you look at it, it says I am very strong.

Lava-like fiery red eyes keep watching, full of oppressive feeling, the yellow-haired marten who is good at hiding and stealing but not good at fighting is pretending to be calm.

The old monk and his party can be regarded as blocking the gun for themselves.

It is inevitable to feel guilty when faced with stares. These guys look harmless but are actually powerful and ruthless. It is hard not to be afraid.

After thinking about it, I felt that I might be able to get over it by pretending not to know each other. It was the first time that the two met and had no grievances or enmities. Anyway, they didn't know the details of the truth, and the calmer they were, the safer they were.

Just as the yellow-haired marten was thinking of a countermeasure, Feng Ying, who was holding a straight knife, caught up and cut him three times in a row.

The thief could only run away aggrieved again.

Xiao Shitou looked at Feng Ying and felt that the sword technique was somewhat familiar. The moves of weapons in the world were similar. Strictly speaking, the styles and artistic conceptions were different. The effects of the same oblique slash for monks or gods and ghosts were very different.

Only a professional eye can see the subtle differences.

"Does it look familiar? It's very similar to your snake demon family, but it's a pity that the knife is too broken."

Xiao Shitou shook his head and commented.

The snake demon boy played a knife game and put the knife back into its sheath.

"The snake demon army is all over the heavens and worlds. It's not surprising that the sword technique is spread. Anyway, she can't master the real... huh? I'll go! She's even more skilled than me! Are you crazy!"

The perennially expressionless snake demon boy broke through his defenses and broke through the limit of the snake demon's expressions.

Xiao Shitou didn't feel surprised about the saber technique problem, but stretched out his hand to pat his partner on the shoulder.

"Brother! Did you know that you uttered more than forty words at once! The last time you uttered so many words was eighty years ago!"

But the snake demon boy only has Feng Ying's sword skills in his eyes.

The Three Views of Snake Life were shattered. As a snake demon, he is not as proficient in snake demon-style sword skills as a human being.

The little stone and the snake demon happily watched the excitement, which made the yellow-haired marten feel very grateful, with a pointed mouth and small eyes showing a relieved expression.

If you feel that nothing is wrong, something may happen soon, and the ship that was approaching roundabout found the box.

When the yellow-haired mink jumped up and down to avoid being locked by the qi machine, his heart suddenly became cold, and he was no longer thinking about whether to keep the treasure but how to escape. Fortunately, the most powerful old man was dragged by the long face, and there was a big problem The hope of escape.

He casually brushed aside the arrow shot by another girl. Although the arrow technique was precise, his cultivation base was too low to cause any damage.

He took out a dagger to block the incoming knife, gave up the restriction and quickly opened the distance.

Lifting the dagger and looking closely, the weapon that was so hard to steal turned out to be sharpened, cursing inwardly that today is really bad luck, it’s okay if the stolen treasure can’t be kept, even the weapon is damaged, and all this is because of that crazy man. The smelly girl.

Who would have thought that girl would rush forward again reluctantly...

"Is the stinky girl finished!"

The yellow-haired marten was anxious and angry. Seeing that the mysterious young man had already landed on the deck, a group of human monks wearing imperial official uniforms landed on the ship one after another.

The proud young man in brocade clothes looked miserable, his clothes were covered with sharp cuts and scratches, his chest was black as if it had been burned, his hand was slightly bent unnaturally, and a lot of the gorgeous jewelry he had worn was lost, even with noble Temperament greatly reduced.

The young man glanced at the treasure box in the yellow-haired marten's hand, and then at the three old Huixian who seemed nothing had happened.

Lifting his injured hand with difficulty, he pointed at the box tremblingly.

asked angrily.

"Old monk, you said you didn't steal anything from me, what about now? Do you want to continue to argue?"

The roar was especially loud in the dark night.

"..."

The three old Huixian and Jiu Chong stood on the spot in a daze, unable to understand that the thing was clearly in the hands of the yellow-haired monster, but he wanted to take the blame. Who knows what he lost and found again.

Feng Ying continued to attack the yellow-haired marten without any intention of stopping.

The rain stopped shooting arrows, and she tried her best to get back to the side of the boat. She had already seen that there was a pile of bad debts in front of her, which could not be cleared up. Now she should try her best not to be implicated in this mess.

Little Shitou spread his hands silently.

"Actually, we have no idea what you're talking about."

Who knows that young people don't buy it.

"You are on the deck, and the treasure I lost is also here. Since you didn't steal it, why did it appear here?"

"..."

Xiao Shitou wondered if he had beaten him too hard before, so that he deliberately smeared and splashed dirty water, stopped the snake demon boy who was about to slash, and walked forward with a clenched fist and a cold face.

"Come on, come here, and I'll tell you why you're here."

"You've become angry from embarrassment at what I said! You dare to do it..."

Xiao Shitou and the young man fought again, while other monks surrounded Feng Ying and the yellow-haired monster. Seeing this, the yellow-haired marten sighed secretly that there was no chance of treasures, and that if he didn't give up, he really couldn't escape.

Gritting his teeth, he made up his mind and threw the box at the imperial officials, then flew back and gave Feng Ying a hard look.

He ran away quickly without hesitation.

She crossed the side of the ship and left the deck, looking back habitually, but her jaw dropped in shock at the progress she saw. The girl did not continue to chase after her, but rushed towards the human dynasty monk who caught the box...

The sudden change made the marten confused about the situation.

Before the official who caught the box had time to check the authenticity, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the knife light out of the corner of his eye, and instinctively shrunk his neck back.

The cold light passed by, and a bunch of well-groomed and smooth beards stayed in place.

Touching his smooth and cold chin with his hand, cold sweat broke out from his temples, and he couldn't help swallowing.

The rain against the side of the ship covered her forehead and didn't know what to say. Feng Ying, who was about to cry, was still uncontrollable, fighting with other monks who came to rescue, and still didn't forget to explain to the beardless official.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it... Can you listen to my explanation..."

Chopping while explaining, and kept getting close to the officials of the dynasty, causing the monks to curse.

"The cunning man is full of lies!"

The battle in the sparse lake is getting more and more fierce~lightnovelpub.net~ The monks of the human dynasty have rich experience in fighting and killing all the year round. Some of them are close to the front, and some are fighting with swords or using magic weapons in the distance. Most of the monks surround a few attacks , the original wide deck was extremely lively.

Cultivators using long spears and knives surrounded Feng Ying and attacked Feng Ying. Flying swords or magic weapons continued to attack. The fight between the small stone and the mysterious man became more intense. The yellow-haired marten hid in the distance to watch the excitement. Such a big scene.

The monks cooperated skillfully, found the opportunity in a moment of melee, and immediately all attacks came together, flying swords, sharp blades and spells blocked Feng Yingteng's space.

Not far away, the snake demon boy who was puzzled by Feng Ying's expression was about to make a move.

Old Huixian patted the snake demon boy on the shoulder to show that he was not in a hurry.

The repeated quick fights made Feng Ying dizzy, and when she turned around, she found killer moves everywhere...

Feng Ying felt that she was finished.

Suddenly, Feng Ying entered into a mysterious state of epiphany, as if time slowed down, he clearly saw the two-foot-long sharp flying sword, and also saw a few poisonous needles hidden in the dark, as well as the long spear that was close at Chi Chi, and even saw the surroundings clearly. Everyone's faces.

Just when he thought he was going to die, his uncontrollable body suddenly jumped up.

Ling Kong twisted his body to avoid all the attacks deftly, kicked **** the face of the man wielding the spear, and jumped out of the encirclement with somersaults using his strength.

Turning over, Peng half-knelt down on the deck with a sound.

Stand up quickly and say three words uncontrollably.

"Sword control!"

Let go of the rusty straight knife, quickly make complex handprints on the chest with both hands, with **** pointing forward.

Only the traces left by the cold light could be seen, the stream of light pierced through the two monks in front, frightening the rest of the monks when they were nervous to protect themselves, they suddenly drew an arc and turned around, stabbing the official holding the box...