The arrow was sharp and nailed to my toes not far away.

Such force and accuracy scared the driver so much that he didn't dare to move around, but looked at me.

The other party takes action not for killing, but for scaring irrelevant people so as not to lose their lives. The methods are quite clear.

I squinted my eyes and looked at it. There were dark shadows on the sea before. Three of the four ships were next to each other. One of them had already started to emit black smoke, and the other was relatively small, wandering outside, but it seemed that it was possible to pounce on it at any time.

The battle was fierce, and there were constant sounds of swords and weapons.

There are also gunshots, but the people in the martial arts world seem to be most disgusted with modern hot weapons. As long as someone dares to take advantage of the world and activates the gun, they will immediately receive special attention. Soon the gunshots will be few and disappear.

In such a melee, besides the gun, the most threatening one is the long arrow bow and crossbow.

I didn't see the person who issued an arrow warning.

Taking a few deep breaths, letting the boiling blood calm down a little, I said to the several coast guards on the speedboat: "You guys, leave here now and go to the dock as soon as possible. Find the phone number, call this number, and notify the other party about the matter here-is it clear?"

The blessed land of the Cihang Villa collapsed. At this moment, the space was shaking and there was no communication signal at all. If you want the relevant departments to participate, someone must inform you.

These coast guards stayed here. There was no use at all, so it would be better to leave.

After receiving my instructions, the few people breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. They said goodbye to me one after another, and jumped to a wooden board floating on the sea. The speedboat turned a corner flexibly and left quickly.

Although they were ordered to leave, they were actually no different from escaping in the last battle.

There wasn't even a polite word.

But I didn't feel much about it. These people were just ordinary coast guards. It was quite reasonable to inspect smuggling, search and rescue, and it would be a bit difficult for them to fight with these elusive practitioners.

The sea was surging, pushing me towards the direction of the island. The archer who had just warned saw the speedboat leave. He felt a little proud, but he never thought that he would leave someone else.

Is this a provocation?

blow!

The sharp arrow suddenly came out and pierced from the air, but at this moment it flew towards my right leg.

It's not the key, but if you get hit this arrow, you have to go home.

Having a premonition of the direction of the sharp arrow, I suddenly had an inexplicable affection for the archer hiding in the dark.

Not being bloody of killing is rare, especially for archers who pursue one blow to kill.

The sharp arrow came in a fierce manner, but I seemed very casual. I stretched my palm forward and grabbed it like a flower and grass. When I raised my palm, an arrow appeared in the shape of a long spiral arrow, which appeared in my hand.

Snatching the arrow with empty hands.

I seemed extremely relaxed, grabbed the sharp arrow in my hand, waved it towards the space in front of me, saying hello.

As if I knew my methods, the archer never shot an arrow at me again.

In the distance, several small boats seemed to appear, but the man turned his attention away and stopped gnawing on me as a tough guy.

I leaned forward, and the wooden boards under my feet drifted towards the center of the battlefield with the waves.

The closer you get to the front, the more you kill the sound of the killing sounds.

Just as I was about to approach a steamer, the wooden board under my feet suddenly shook, and my hands grabbed the board. Then someone shouted in the dark: "Stand on the board and put some yarn down, and come down for me!"

The man suddenly flipped over, trying to overturn the wooden board and pulled me into the water.

However, when he tried his best, he found that the broken wooden board that looked simple was actually rooted and motionless.

How can a wooden board take root when floating on the water?

The man underwater was stunned, and his wet head appeared, looked at me, and asked loudly: "What's the origin?"

I had no fighting spirit about these little shrimps in the world. I stood firmly on the wooden board and said calmly: "Maoshan, Chen Zhicheng!"

When the man heard this, he wiped his wet face and looked at me again, and screamed: "My God, Old Demon Chen is here, Drunk, Third, Old Demon Chen is here, run away quickly..."

He shouted in panic, and a fierce man plunged directly into the depths of the water.

I was so amused and crying by this man. When I looked left and right, a few water ghosts who had just surfaced and were about to rush towards me were panicked and fled into the water, but they did not dare to approach me.

Without stopping me, I quickly rushed to the center of the battlefield, and lightly tapped my toes and jumped directly onto the deck of the ship.

As soon as I landed, several spears stabbed me.

The other party came very firmly, just to force me away, but I did not retreat but advanced, and directly crashed into the crowd. With my strong body, I forced a space to break out.

The fight was hot in front, and when there was any movement here, someone immediately shouted: "Where did the cult demon disciples come from? Drive it away for me!"

Several people immediately came over and followed these spearmen and surrounded me. I heard the other party's rich Nishikawa accent. In order to save energy, I shouted loudly: "Don't do anything nonsense, I am a friend of Yizijian..."

One-character sword?

The man who called out heard this, glanced at me, and then shouted loudly in front of me: "Huang Jianjun, someone here says it's your friend, come and recognize me!"

Huang Chenqujun's words came from a distance: "Mom, I'm very busy, let him report his name."

The strong man with a bearded face stared at me, his eyes protruded and he pointed his chin.

I was speechless and touched my nose and said, "Maoshan, Chen Zhicheng."

The bearded man turned around and shouted loudly at the front: "This guy said he is Chen Zhicheng, Maoshan... fuck, the black handed twin cities?"

The man's face changed and he subconsciously took a step back. When Huang Chenqujun, who seemed very busy just now, heard my name and immediately laughed loudly: "Hahaha, here, here, my brother Chen is here, you guys are here to play by yourself!"

Before he finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the air, but the ugly man came on the sword, stepped on the deck, waved at me, "I thought something happened to you, but I didn't expect that I was so a coincidence?"

I walked up and before I could speak, the bearded man next to me hurriedly came over to shake hands with me, and said respectfully: "Hello, sir, my husband, the water python from Lianyun Village, northern Sichuan."

This beard is so old that he is a junior in front of me, and nods and bows.

I was not surprised, nodded to him, as a greeting, and then asked Huang Chenqujun: "What's the situation now?"

Huang Chenqujun stepped forward and lowered his voice and said, "The soft-jade Qilin Dragon has been attracted by Cihang Villa and is trapped with the eight-pole and nine-palace rope. However, they did not expect that their nest was broken by the evil spirits, and the backyard was fired, and this side was surrounded again, and they were confronting each other."

I asked, "Who are there?"

Huang Chenqujun smiled and said, "Our group of miscellaneous troops are one side, Cihang Villa and assistant are one side, the assistants found by the Evil Spirit Cult are one side, and there are also several masters who hide in the water and do not show up, and they are one side..."

I shrugged and said, "The military flag of the Four Kingdoms is very lively!"

Huang Chenqujun sneered: "It was quite lively just now. When the old nuns in Cihang Villa heard the news that their lair were being slapped, they went crazy and killed all directions. However, several elders died later, and they stopped. Now they are in a stalemate, and no one is willing to retreat."

I touched my chin and said, "What's your attitude?"

Huang Chenqujun smiled and said, "I was quite interested in the soft-jade Qilin Dragon, but looking at the posture of the Cihang Villa, I don't want to fight anymore - they are now a sad soldier, and they are also a group of women. They are not strong enough to win, and they are also ridiculed and bullied by their fellow workers. If they are defeated, they don't know where to put their faces..."

As he said this, the masked stick next to him suddenly changed his face and he stammered: "Huang, Huang Jianjun, you can't retreat! If you retreat, what should we do?"

Huang Chenqujun shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course I won't leave, but I won't interfere anymore. Of course, why can I miss the fun when watching the fun?"

He looked like he was out of the matter, which made everyone around him change color.

You must know that these people have worked hard to lose how many people they have lost. Isn’t it just to see the soft-jade Qilin Dragon? At this moment, the masters frequently appear, and the only ones they can rely on is the Yizi Sword, the top ten in the world.

As soon as Huang Chenqujun left, they really studied with the prince, and it was in vain.

These people were suffering, and Huang Chenqujun was too lazy to pay attention to these guys who seemed powerful but were actually just grass-roots teams. He took me to the side of the ship and pointed to the bottom, but saw a reef in the middle of the three ships.

The formerly extremely arrogant Master Jingnian Master of Cihang Villain, stood tall.

Next to her, there was a bald strong woman weighing more than 300 kilograms, holding a rope covered with runes in her hands and constantly walking around.

Under the rope, it seemed like there was a huge force to drag it, but every time it was pulled by the fat woman like Mount Tai, just to prevent her from breaking out of her control.

On the boat closest to this reef, there were dozens of bald nuns and a bunch of masters with different costumes.

As the smoke rolled, I saw the person who spoke Maoshan, Su Leng and Luo Xiankun from Longhu Mountain, as well as other heavyweights who were expensive.

On another ship, he was wearing black mask.
Chapter completed!