Chapter 7 Sea Storm

In the elegant cabin of the dragon boat, Rong Hui sat in front of a five-foot jade and saw Xiaoyue combing a "dropping bun" and wearing a deep coat of water and sky. She was still energetic, but her complexion was much worse. She also knew that she worked hard. In addition to being grateful, let's talk about other reasons.

In a few words, Xiao Juan knew that Ling Xiao had improved and was secretly relieved. Rong Hui heard that Rong Xue was a great progress and worshipped under the Shushan Gate. He was refreshed and happily greeted, "Call her quickly. I have something to say!"

When he saw Xiaoyue walk away, he couldn't help muttering, "This little girl is very knowledgeable!" He picked up a cup of tea on the edge of the chair. After waiting for a moment, I saw Xiaojuan wearing a purple deep coat and Rong Xue wearing a green arm, just like in the past. She greeted happily: "Have you really set foot on the ninth heaven?" But she saw that there was still a shadow beside her, so she stepped forward to shoot Yubi.

The jade palms hit each other, and the "papa-" sounded three times in a row, and a cluster of spiritual waves appeared on the image, colorful, and it took a moment to recover. Rong Hui saw that there were still remnants of Taoism around her, which were far away from each other, and his spiritual power fluctuated unstable. He couldn't help muttering, "What a rag!"

The four people couldn't help laughing when they saw it. Qingyi Rongxue nodded and admitted: "Yes, thanks to Sister Bixia's help..."

Rong Hui didn't have time to delve into it. In a long story short, he said, "We just arrived at the mouth of the Yuejiang River and were surrounded by a group of pirates. They have warships, and we can't rush over them. How many days will it take for you to come here at full speed?

Rong Xue in Qingyi was slightly stunned and estimated a conservative figure: "If it is 500,000 miles, it can arrive in a day, before midnight tonight..."

Rong Hui exhaled: "Well, I'll wait until tomorrow morning." Suddenly, when I saw the image blooming, it was obvious that the spiritual power fluctuated abnormally, and it was difficult to maintain communication. I rushed to say "Come on". I applauded, pushed the hatch open, and asked, "Are they going to fire again?"

Three-dimensional giant ship, dragon head carp body, 30 feet long. There are two front and back halls on the deck, and there are three bedrooms under the deck. Eighty-one pieces of "dragon scales" under the water are shining, supporting a boundary. It's here to call the array. There is a seven-paragrapher 'mustor', and we're going to work again. Ling Xiao tied a hair with a golden ring and wore a chain of beads. Entering the front hall, he looked up and saw Rong Hui coming out of the hatch on the second floor and asked, "Have you got in touch? How about it?" The style moves gently, and the gorgeous saree moves with the wind, like a glow of fire.

"When I got in touch, Rong Xue has become the ninth most important in the 'Taisujing', which is equivalent to their 'great martial artist'." Rong Hui's eyes lit up and said as he walked, "She said she would arrive before midnight, and I said we could hold on until tomorrow morning." Walk down the stairs from the mobile gallery and go out of the hall to watch.

In the first month, the wind and waves are strong. Even if the dragon boat is full of water, it will inevitably rise and fall. Rong Hui jumped on the mast and used the watchtower to observe the enemy. Three thousand feet away, the eight search "Yellow-class" warships are still blocking the way.

The warship has two decks, the upper level of Cambridge, with a row of forts in the front and back. The lower level is full of warriors with shields and swords, shining sharp and shining. He smacked his tongue and couldn't help sighing: "The people of Dongying have become a climate. Look at this fleet, it was snatched from our hands... It's easy for us to rush out, but as soon as we leave, the people of this boat are all over..."

"If it hadn't been for the help of the 'real king', I would have been poisoned. At this time, you can't leave them..." Ling Xiao then followed and said with a sinking face, "Half an hour before the next shelling, the master on the ship will come to call again."

"The poison on your body has not been fully refined. Won't you be devoured by the continuous use of Taoism these days?" Rong Hui turned his head to look at her delicate and pale face and asked softly, "To be honest, does it matter?"

"It's okay!" Ling Xiao felt warm and squeezed his lips and smiled: "At least it's okay until midnight." After a year of companionship, we have got to know each other better. He is impulsive and irritable, brave and resourceful, tenacious and stubborn. She is quiet and gentle, thinking twice about everything, bold and careful. The deeper you know each other, the more you feel that the other party is suitable for you.

Rong Hui had no doubt about him and stared around. Suddenly, he saw a young man in a silver shirt coming out of the apse, holding an ancient sword with a loose posture. He was the son of the "true king" and quickly asked, "What did the court say?"

"The Ministry of Ceremonies is negotiating with Dongying, and the military department has transferred the Guangzhou garrison to help." The son stared at the northwest and said with a sinking face, "Guangzhou Wei doesn't have any naval warships at all. Do you want them to swim here?" While talking, Bai Hong roared, and the three of them slipped from the ship. Before the man arrived, the mana came out first, and three ice arrows split the waves and broke through the water.

Rong Hui knew that the court could not count on it. He hummed, looked at the seven " martial arts masters" and greeted Ling Xiao: "If you block the other two, I will be the master of Dongying." Wave your left hand gently and take a palm to compete with each other.

He toss around the South Ocean and practiced his skills. He not only recondensed the "Yuan Shen" but also stepped on the fifth heaven, and his power was doubled. The palm is like a wave, turning into a clear rainbow. Like dew like electricity, roaring out.

The ice rainbow hit each other and made a muffled sound. The ice arrow collapsed, and the white vapor splashed, as if it had been melted by the flames in an instant. There was a layer of purple light in the clear rainbow, and the momentum did not decrease. It hit the white rainbow behind the arrow. Rong Hui walked with the gun, rushed out of the boundary, and followed by the wind.

"The combination of military tactics?" Bai Hongzhong sent out a sigh of doubt, and the light converged, showing an old man in a white robe. He stared at the purple rainbow, pulled out the long blade between his waist, and raised his hand to cut it out.

The white blade flashed into a torrent and rushed to the purple rainbow. The gold and iron hit each other, "zheng-", a soft sound, straight to the heart. One shot and one blade, the sharpness was nailed to the sea. The magic power is turbulent, the wind sweeps, and the water splashes. The sea was suppressed by power, and there was a ten-foot huge pit, and the huge waves were discharged outward, which was also deafening.

Rong Hui's body was shocked, snorted, and exhaled: "Old man, don't you want to be blessed at home? Do you come to die?" It's another "competition". The wind and clouds changed, and the clear rainbow flew and rushed straight to the long gun.

The long gun suddenly got help, trembled softly, and continued to rush forward. The sharpness flashes and blends into the clear rainbow. The long blade was invincible, whining, and was shaken back. The old man had no strength to exert. Seeing the long blade flying back and raising his hand to catch it, he suddenly felt that his palm was warm and was invaded by a dark force.

His luck was suppressed, but he seemed to have swallowed a soldering iron. He couldn't help sighing: "Sinceyang, what kind of skill is this? It's so domineering..." He felt tight outside, and Qinghong bumped against him. He couldn't help but be terrified: "This boy is really tricky. No wonder so many people folded into his hands... But since I'm here, you are a Legend, I also want to write a conclusion for you. He hummed, pulled out the short blade from his waist, and raised his hand toss it. I was relieved outside and took the opportunity to fly back.

The runes flowed on the white blade, flashed through the bondage, and suddenly circled, drew out a silver fox, and cut the clear rainbow in the oblique thorn. The mana hit each other and exploded. The short blade was shocked, retreated with one blow, and flew away.

The old man laughed and said, "Kid, my short blade is dedicated to breaking your straight brute force. If you hit my hand, you are a bull, and you will die alive..." He retreated with dark energy, threw a long blade, pinched a sword formula with his left hand, pointed to Rong Hui with his right hand like a knife, and pointed to Rong Hui.

The wind and clouds changed color, and the long blade grew in the wind, turned into a gust of wind, roaring out. The short blade swirled sharply and flew up and down, like a wild goose escorting with each other. One clumsiness and one coincidence, one big and one small, is a wonderful way to attack together all the way.

"Real?" The long gun was shocked on the side and flew away. Rong Hui sneered, saw the wind sweeping, the waves gently on the tip of his feet, obliquely swept a hundred feet, wiped his left hand on the barrel of the gun, and slapped his right hand again.

The mana is exciting, the gun barrel is flying, stirring up the ten-foot water dragon, and facing the double edge like a whirlwind. The wind enters the water, and the huge waves are surging. Good for you!" Rong Hui sneered, imprinted his hands, and shouted: "Ice-" pressed forward with his hands.

At the exit, the water column freezes and sinks straight down. The palm did not stop, and the long gun flew and turned straight out. Before the gun arrived, the wind blade was full of wind and seized the momentum first. The old man stood in the wind and only felt that his skin was painful. He couldn't help but be terrify: "This boy is so rude that he works hard as soon as he gets started. If this is hit, my old bone will not survive..." frowned and sneered: "It's faster than me, you're wrong!" The left hand seal suddenly changed, and it shook gently, and then nodded Ronghui in the right hand.

The icicle floated on the surface of Shanghai and exploded. The sharpness flashed, and the long and short blade suddenly burst out, shooting out with a cluster of ice crumbs. Rong Hui was shocked, full of strength, and flew away. The golden light outside the body, the runes circulate, turning into a set of armor, which is exactly the "rain and fog arc light".

The knife is fast and slow, and it flashes in front of Rong Hui. The old man gritted his teeth and said, "Go to die--" He took a quick breath and nodded hard at Rong Hui. The blade is like a strong help, and the "buzz" sounded softly, with a layer of silver light, and it is bound to shoot again.

"Two watermelon knives can't cut the master's head..." Rong Hui frowned and hummed softly, his hands suddenly pulled out, and suddenly clasped the blade, and then the third palm "combat the front" then came out. The mana was excited, "rumbling..." exploded five times in a row, and five sounds were the same. He is so powerful that he dares not be careless. The concentration is strong, and the energy outside is rushing, just like a round of hot sun.

"Block the fluctuation of mana with flesh and blood, looking for death..." The old man laughed happily, as if he had seen Rong Hui being shaken by the mana. Before the words fell, I suddenly felt a tingling pain in my brain, and the magic weapon connected to my mind had been severely damaged... I didn't have time to react, but felt that the sky and the earth were spinning, and I couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his mind. He saw the light converging in the distance. The young man held two soldering irons and threw them into the sea casually. Carefully sensing, the essence of the magic weapon in the body has disappeared, and he gritted his teeth angrily: "You dare to destroy my magic weapon, and I want you to pay for your life..."

He didn't finish his words, but he heard the sound of the wind "buzzing". Following the trend, he saw the long gun flying and the purple flame shooting everywhere. He was cutting from the oblique thorns. He was shocked and annoyed: "I'd like to see how many pounds you have!" Take a deep breath, put your legs in the air, and waved a punch.

The fist is as strong as a flood, qualitative and invisible. The mana was excited, and the purple flame vented, turning into a pillar of fire and rushing straight to him. The long gun was shocked and flew back. Rong Hui flew and attacked, grabbed the barrel of the gun a hundred feet away, frowned and sneered, "The etiquette is still going, and the right moment is dry, cracked--" He took a deep breath, his left hand was imprinted, and his right hand gun pointed straight to the old man's chest, and the concentration hole came out.

One of the kings of flat guns is the most difficult to be. The gunshot flashed and seemed to plunge into the air, swinging a ripple. The old man's fist swinged out, and he only felt that the fury of the purple flame was really difficult, so he had to temporarily take the defense. Although he retreated steadily, he was relieved: "Water without a source, let's see how arrogant you can..." He was proudly and suddenly saw a circle of ripples in front of him, which scared him to count down. It's not good..." I didn't have time to think too much about it.

The cold light flashed in the ripples, and a gun pointed out, and pierced his chest like a poisonous snake. "In the middle" is the dead hole of the human body, the door of all laws. The law of space? If it is solid this time, you will lose half of your life if you don't die..." The old man took a cold breath, and grabbed the gun with his left hand three minutes faster.

The left hand is strong, and the right hand is naturally empty. The blue flame rose and roared. The old man only felt that his right half was empty, his chest was short of breath, his throat was sweet, and he spewed out a mouthful of blood and was knocked out. His left hand was empty in a trance, and he knew that he had escaped the puncture.

He staggered for a while and rolled out a hundred feet before he stood firm. Seeing that the young man was withdrawing the long gun, he was still secretly happy before he chased him. He took a deep breath, pressed down the injury, turned into a white rainbow, and ran straight to the warship.