The two warships that had accurately calculated the depth of the Green Dragon Stream slowed down after the withered young man stepped on them. The Xuanyuan family's private warship wanted to quietly increase its speed and keep the two brothers with different appearances on board, but the warship in front would not let it succeed. Swords were drawn and swords were unsheathed, but Xuanyuan Qingfeng only saw the withered young man with bamboo-like arms carry Brother Xu to the back of the bed. He hugged him tightly and refused to let go.
The Xuanyuan family dominated the Southeast Wulin, and those who were qualified to stay on the warship were all elites. After receiving a signal from Xuanyuan Qingfeng, the two swordsmen swung their swords like dragons and stabbed the young man's back. They wanted to pierce through the brothers and nail them to the warship's railing like sugar-coated haws. They wanted to show their power to those foreigners who had angered Miss Xuanyuan. Two lives were nothing to Xuanyuan. Why had the Governor's Office of the Sword Province been able to operate smoothly all these years under the suppression of the Prince of Guangling? Wasn't it because they had the full support of the flood dragon that had dominated Mount Hui for five hundred years? Otherwise, when a scholar encountered a military ruffian, he would have been suppressed by the powerful Prince Zhao Yi to the point that he was worse than a stray dog. Since the Governor's Office of the Sword Province was mutually beneficial, the Governor's Office of the Guangling Army was not a mediocre person. He had given Xuanyuan a great deal of power and authority, and had spared no effort in eliminating dissidents through bloody means. He had secretly supported Xuanyuan. Otherwise, how could Mount Hui have cultivated a two-hundred-man private cavalry under the nose of the imperial court?
Xuanyuan Qingfeng frowned. She clearly saw that Brother Xu only touched the young man's head and did not seem to notice the two swords. This was not in line with this guy's cowardly demeanor.
Although Huang Man'er's Heart Acupoint was not opened, his sense of danger was probably above that of Yuan Tingshan's. The two swords came at him, but he did not seem to move skillfully. He only turned around and held the sword with both hands. The swordsman suddenly exerted force, wanting to crush the ignorant young man's palm. Huang Man'er's face was as ferocious as a Vajra. He suddenly twisted, easily twisting the sword as if it was a reed pole. He then pulled it again and rushed forward, dragging the two swordsmen who hesitated and did not have time to let go of their swords in front of him. His two fists smashed into the swordsmen's chests. A thick mist of blood exploded from the swordsmen's chests, and they died on the spot. Their corpses fell into the river like kites with their strings cut.
The rest of the Xuanyuan men of sacrifice who were originally watching the show saw that the situation was not good. In order to protect Xuanyuan Qingfeng who was standing on the bow, they had to brace themselves and go forward. As a result, the young man was still stabbed between his eyebrows by a sharp sword. He laughed and raised his arms, causing his clothes to flutter. Everyone saw that the sword formed a large arc between the two of them, but it did not pierce between his eyebrows at all. The sallow and emaciated young man stepped on the right foot, raised his left knee, and placed his center of gravity on his right foot. His right foot rotated forward, and his left knee turned inward, and the instep straightened outward. He suddenly jumped into the air and whipped out his lower leg. The force of the kick reached the instep of his foot, and the result was that when the young man landed on the ground, the body of the man of sacrifice was still in the forward position, but his head flew several feet into the air. The young man stretched out his hand to push away the headless corpse, and stared at Xuanyuan Qingfeng whose lips had turned pale. The few men of sacrifice who knew each other well looked at each other and saw the shock and fear in each other's eyes. No wonder this monster could shake the boat with one step. Not to mention the strength of the dragon and elephant, his attack speed was also extremely fast. Damn it, this young man actually had the legendary indestructible body of a Vajra?
Amidst the dead silence, two supernatural beasts leaped across the river one after another. They were completely red, covered in armor and scales, and dragged their tails behind them. They jumped from the boat in front to the Xuanyuan ship, and their front claws just happened to grab onto the railing. After a few struggles, they finally squatted on the railing and bared their fangs and claws.
The young man leaned forward and let out an angry roar.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was so scared that he staggered back.
Outside the ship, a sloppy old Daoist was walking on a raft. Coincidentally, a head smashed towards him, and he rudely slapped it into the river with a bamboo pole. He clicked his tongue and said, "How can a short donkey and a horse bear the stampede of a dragon and elephant?"
The old Daoist was like a thousand-year-old tortoise. He stretched his neck and shouted, "Your Highness, we're about to reach my Xiaoyao Temple."
Zhao Xituan hesitated for a moment and said with a smile, "Tell Xuanyuan Great Pan to stop being a coward. If he doesn't come out, he'll be waiting for his nest to be destroyed."
Hsu Fengnian no longer paid attention to Xuanyuan Qingfeng. He pulled Huang Man'er and didn't return to the ship. Instead, he jumped onto the bamboo raft, and the two Tiger Kui followed closely behind. The King Kong's eyesight was obviously not as good as its sister Bodhisattva's. It directly dove into the water, causing countless splashes. Bodhisattva, who was on the bamboo raft, saw her brother having fun in the river and also jumped down. Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Old Daoist, I didn't say that I'm going to Mount Hui to cause trouble. What are you blindly making a fuss about? Are you planning to divert the trouble from the west to the east? "
The Old Daoist, who was the quietest and most unknown Daoist in the Daoist Master Residence, purposely exclaimed in surprise. He was afraid that the eccentric Crown Prince of Beiliang would turn hostile. To be honest, as the Second Daoist Master of the Daoist Immortal Abode, Old Daoist Zhao Xituan's seniority in the Daoist orthodoxy could be said to be superior to the Thirty-three Heavens. Mount Longhu and Beiliang were separated by thousands of li, so the old Daoist had seen all kinds of storms. When he was in Beiliang's territory, he didn't mind putting his arm around this junior's shoulder. It wasn't necessarily because he was afraid of the Great Pillar State Xu Xiao. It was just that he had a carefree temperament to begin with. When he was young, he was also an extraordinarily frivolous and alcoholic. He was truly a rare talent with great ambition. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left the country to travel far away with his sword. Once he left the mountain, he didn't return to Mount Longhu for a whole twenty years. Now that he met His Royal Highness, who was frivolous and unrestrained, he was quite suitable. If it were Zhao Danxia and Zhao Danping's nephews, one of whom was a Minister of Yu Yi and the other a Prime Minister of Qing Ci, who were together with Crown Prince Hsu Fengnian, they wouldn't have such an attitude.
Hsu Fengnian glanced at the giggling Huang Man'er, then raised his head to look at the old Daoist. He asked in surprise, "You're not afraid of water anymore?"
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