Immediately afterwards, all the ghosts condensed into a black dragon, and rushed towards the maid aunt on the broken boat. The boatman screamed and finally couldn't bear it. He threw himself into the water in a hurry, and before he could make the trip, a ghost grabbed his ankle. , took a bite.

The boatman was almost bitten by Li Gui and turned into an iron crutch, and a sharp sword light suddenly struck, separating the ghost's head and neck.

Tang Wanqiu's sword looked gray, but the inside was very clear and bright, almost dazzling. I saw this gray-faced woman standing on the bow of the broken boat, holding her sword, and thousands of ghosts swept her alone. in it.

No matter how bright the sword light is, it can only appear and disappear in this thick black fog. The harsh ghosts and laughter are mixed with the sound of the sea. Tang Wanqiu is almost instantly hidden in the black fog, only occasionally revealing. A little awkward whereabouts.

She was alone on the tip of the tuyere, even if she was láng, she was almost cold.

She doesn't seem to care that other people are standing on the sidelines for self-preservation, and the too abrupt edges and corners on her face are very firm, and she seems to have become a living cynicism.

Cheng Qian watched without blinking, but he quickly realized that something was wrong. Tang Wanqiu's sword light flew up and down, seemingly majestic, but in reality it was a dead end.

However, the deity of the demon cultivator was always sitting leisurely on the clouds with his legs crossed, watching the excitement. The ghosts appeared in waves, as if they were constantly gathering in the air, and then continuously rushed towards Tang Wanqiu. .

Cheng Qian frowned, vaguely giving birth to a feeling that Tang Zhenren might really not be able to fight that demon cultivator.

There is no reason why evil cannot overcome righteousness. The big devil's means are powerful. No matter how hard her bones are, she is nothing but flesh and blood.

There was a sudden loud noise, and Tang Wanqiu suppressed the exclamation in his throat, only to see that the boat she was stepping on was overwhelmed, and it was split in two. He was quickly overwhelmed by the group of ghosts, and for a while there was danger.

Someone exclaimed, but no one helped her.

At this moment, a feathered arrow suddenly shot out, forming an afterimage in the air, mercilessly piercing the black mist wrapped around Tang Zhenren's body, and the tail feather made a hoarse sound when it broke through the air. The sharp jang, the group of ghosts did not panic, and had already retreated, but the feather arrow was castrated, and flew straight to the demon cultivator on the cloud, as fierce as the first light piercing the darkness at dawn.

Cheng Qian Meng turned his head and saw his master in shock.

Immortal Mu Chun left the big boat at some point and was standing on a tattered boat. The boatman and the original passengers did not know where to hide. The real Mu Chun was wet and his clothes were sticking to his body. .

His slightly hunchbacked back was as thin as a skeleton and could not escape, like a shrunken, shedding old fowl.

Compared with him, even the impoverished Tang Wanqiu seemed much more respectable.

Cheng Qian pushed Li Yun away without thinking, and ran out of the cabin, clinging to the side of the ship. He saw that the master was holding a set of ordinary bows and arrows, probably hung by the original passengers on the boat, and there were wood chips in his fingernails, which seemed to be temporarily engraved on the bows and arrows.

And the earth-shattering arrow seemed to have exhausted his whole body strength, and Mu Chunzhen was a little dejected. He supported himself with a long bow and stood reluctantly on the crumbling boat, like an autumn wind. The shivering gān deflated leaves.

Mo Xiu was very passive by the arrow, he rolled over and rolled down from the black cloud, hanging in the air, staring coldly at the real Mu Chun on the boat.

Master Mu Chun opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it. After a while, he smiled softly and said in a low voice, "Jiang Peng."

"Han Muchun." An indescribable smile appeared on Mo Xiu's face, "Hello, very good, Han Muchun, who is half-human and not a ghost, yet dares to stand for others."

Real Man Mu Chun slowly stopped his waist that seemed to have been hunched for 10,000 years, and could not avoid the eyes of the big devil. For a moment, his goatee curled up, and it seemed to reveal a slightly wretched, sullen look. With a slightly teasing smile, he said, "No talent."

Jiang Peng's face changed, he waved his sleeves, and all the ghosts of the heavens disappeared in an instant, and he was alone and alone, and he said miserably: "One is an ant who is too self-sufficient, and a waste who looks like a human being. It just happened to be included in my soul lamp and sent me to the Beiming..."

Following his voice, Haitao raised a giant làng, and saw that the depths of the dark-colored water suddenly boiled and tumbled. For a moment, a giant water-frozen dragon broke out of the water, and bàonüè's long tail swept away, Immediately, people turned around.

Real Mu Chun glanced back at Cheng Qian who was looking at him not far away, and pulled out the ridiculous wooden sword around his waist with a half-smile, but just as he was about to hit the stone with an egg, his arm was suddenly bound by an invisible force Living.

Real Man Mu Chun's expression finally changed, and at this moment, a voice said in his ear, "Don't move, I'll deal with him."

Before Real Man Mu Chun could react, an ancient copper coin rolled out of his robe sleeve.

The copper coin fell to the ground, and a layer of white smoke floated on it. It instantly merged into the abundant water vapor aroused by the water dragon, and rose quietly and silently.

There was chaos at this time, and the real Mu Chun, who was still joking just now, stared at the huge water dragon dumbfounded, his expression changed a bit, and finally fell to an abnormal dignified expression.

The water dragon opened its mouth to bite down on a large ship, but suddenly felt something and froze in the air. After a while, it turned into a cloud of water vapor for no reason, and plunged into the water, causing a lot of shock.

No one expected this change, even Jiang Peng took a few steps back and said: "Who?"

The water vapor dissipated, and a group of black shadows gathered from all directions without haste, and finally took the form of a person in the place where the water dragon appeared, but still could not see the face.

The man let out a low laugh, and opened his mouth in a leisurely manner: "Who is arrogant in front of this seat, and wants to win Beiming?"

Chapter 29

As soon as these words came out, the sea was completely silent.

For the four brothers of the Fuyao faction, this black shadow that suddenly appeared is a bit familiar, although except for Yan Zhengming, who overheard a few words, no one else understood what happened to the person who was attached to the wooden sign last time. ran here, but several people knew that this person must be closely related to the sect.

It's just that the last time he was in the Demon Valley, the number one devil in the world was very easy-going. Although he always fooled children, he didn't get angry when he was exposed in person, showing that he had a good temper.

This time, he seemed to be a completely different person.

On the deck of the big ship, Yan Zhengming could feel the bàonüè's anger surging from him, and the sea was disturbed.

That Jiang Peng's face changed suddenly, then jumped from the cloud, jumped straight down, and landed on the boat that pulled a group of sword repairers.

It was too late and it was too fast, only to see that the swordsmen had just returned, and the sword cultivators who came and went fully demonstrated what it means to be a "junjie", and they consciously jumped into the sea like dumplings. A burst of water splashed around, so spectacular.

The sea was like a mountain and rain was about to come, and the wind was blowing for a while, Yan Zhengming staggered under his feet and almost lost his footing.

Fortunately, there is a reason why this boat is expensive. The hull is engraved with everyone's spells, and it can still resist it for a while, but when he was struggling to stand firm, Yan Zhengming's heart sank, and the master and his boat were gone. !

"Tell the boatman to retreat the boat," Yan Zhengming quickly instructed the following Daotong, "I have a clairvoyant in my luggage, bring it to me... Cheng Qian, what the hell do you want? Get off me!"

It turned out that Yan Zhengming didn't pay attention, his third junior brother Cheng Qian had already climbed the mast and was looking around without fear of death.

Yan Zhengming rolled up his sleeves, stepped up with his long legs, raised his hand to hook Cheng Qian's waist, and carried him down personally.

Cheng Qian was wholeheartedly searching for the real person Mu Chun, but before he could find his eyes, he was suddenly caught with his feet off the ground and put his feet off the ground, and immediately struggled desperately: "What are you doing?"

Yan Zhengming held him in one hand and shouted into his ear at the same time, "I haven't asked you what to do!"

Cheng Qian: "I'm looking for Master!"

Yan Zhengming: "I think you are looking for death!"

Yan Zhengming made Cheng Qian angry, he caught a glimpse of Xueqing who had hurriedly found out, and hurriedly shouted at Xueqing: "That...that, what's your name? Come over here, give me a good look at this kid, don't let him……"

The words behind "Don't let him" have no time to speak, and the hull of the big ship shook violently again, and the unknown Lord Beiming and Jiang Peng actually raised their hands without saying hello.

Shuilong groaned out of the water again, even though it was the unique big ship of the Fuyao faction, it involuntarily tipped to one side. Yan Zhengming had no time to give Cheng Qian to Xueqing. Before he fell, he put his long arms together and held Cheng Qian firmly. Protected in his arms, his back slammed heavily against the cabin on one side, and the charm on the entire hull made an almost crazy "humming" sound.

One is the Demon Cultivator who can put the primordial spirit like Tang Zhen into the soul-devouring lamp, and the other is the King Beiming of the Sect of Ten Thousand Demons. By làng ants in general.

But Yan Zhengming was in a daze, and finally couldn't help roaring out his thoughts.

Yan Zhengming: "I said long ago that I shouldn't go out!"

Cheng Qian raised his head with difficulty and complained, "You're stuck in my ribs."

Yan Zhengming got up with his hands and feet on the ground, and pushed Cheng Qian into the cabin with his hands: "That's because you are too short, my arms can only reach your ribs!"

All the protective spells on the big ship were fully activated, and they seemed to be a precarious but incomparably strong lantern in the wind and rain. After this battle, I am afraid that Master Yan will no longer be able to correct Young Master Yan's "cheap is not good, and good is not cheap". theory.

At this moment, Yan Zhengming took a breath, and then he had time to glance at the battle situation.

With his eyesight, of course he couldn't see anything clearly, but he couldn't help remembering a few words he heard from Boss Wen.Listen to what he means... This Beimingjun should be a senior of his own sect. Although this senior has fallen into the devil's way, his heart is towards the sect, and he even put his soul in the valley last time.