"Boy, I would like to advise you to surrender wisely. You are a foreign monk with no experience in sea survival. It is difficult to find the other three islands. You are lucky if you can reach the vicinity of Xiwan Island."
The short, stocky man who had always thought about the shoes on his feet held a whip in his right hand and struck the heart of his left hand to persuade him.
At the same time, he secretly looked at the black-robed monk opposite him with a cold face.
That man gave him a very dangerous feeling. He relied on the strength of the crowd and coveted the treasures on that kid. He had to make a profit.
Another man with exposed arms and a fleshy face, holding a long gun, continued: "Little brother, the vast sea is not only filled with sea monsters and monster birds. There are many dangers you can't even imagine. If you encounter any of them, you can't escape." There is no place to escape. As long as we take out the three magic weapons and magic weapons we want as a gift, you can live at the west end of Xiwan Island, and we don’t have to fight this fight with harm."
The tall and thin monk named Geng lost one of his men. He looked unconcerned and said nothing.
Chang Siguo showed a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth and said, "Then Chang has no magic weapon, so you can control it."
The man holding the gun frowned, pointed the gun outward with one hand, and said, "If you think like this, there is nothing we can do. Otherwise, you should leave. You are not welcome on Xiwan Island."
This "you are not welcome" seems to be a signal.
The stocky man on the left took the lead and whipped Chang Siguo, who was a hundred feet away.
The man with the gun thrust forward with one hand. The aura of heaven and earth pulled him, and a vast shadow of the gun shot out, mixed with the cold light of the flying sword of the monk surnamed Geng. They complemented each other and did not show any momentum.
The three of them cooperated in a tacit understanding, binding and attacking, encircling them from both sides, and there were hidden means waiting to explode.
Chang Siguo stepped on the ground, turned left and right, and retreated, leaving behind several afterimages that were continuously broken by whip shadows, gun shadows, and flying swords.
He was extremely fast, and without saying a word, he escaped in an arc towards the distance of the sea.
"Chase"
The monk surnamed Geng was not willing to give up the fat he had obtained. He shouted with a gloomy expression, and he and the other two people rushed forward in a "pin" formation.
They are extremely familiar with the nearby sea that is more than a thousand miles away, and they are only worried that the ignorant chickadee will escape to other island territories or alarm the powerful sea monsters in the distance.
It's hard to wait for a big business, and I can eat a lot of meat.
They will give up easily
Nearly a hundred monks behind him followed him noisily, and then flew back to the island.
The Lingfu realm monks were too fast and fled to the sea. They no longer had the advantage of large numbers. They divided into three piles and formed a group facing the sea. They discussed whether the leaders could catch the cunning tit and how long it would take to catch it. Live tits and other issues.
As for the pipefish that was beheaded by the tits, occasionally someone expressed regret that the guy had no eyesight and had unpaid debts, etc. No one said it was a pity.
There are so many people and the time passes very quickly.
About a word of time passed, and a black shadow flew towards this side at a very fast speed. People were still dozens of miles away, and there was a roar, "Come and meet me quickly, set up the chaotic wave formation, and prepare to besiege the piranhas."
It was the short, stocky man wielding the whip, and his voice seemed quite anxious.
There was silence and then an uproar on the coast. Of the three Lingfu Realm bosses who went out to hunt, only one came back.
Did the tit turn into a piranha, or did the tit have another companion lurking in the distance?
"Look, it's the tit wearing the black robe, he's here, chasing Boss Miao from behind."
"Oh my god, it's just him, he's a piranha."
"Get Master Miao, hurry up"
Piranha is the slang term given by the monks on the island to the powerful predatory monks from outside.
The more than thirty monks under the short and sturdy man didn't dare to neglect. They formed a semi-arc formation. It looked a bit chaotic, but they formed a group of three, and each group was connected to each other. They flew towards the sea, and at the same time, they did not forget to say hello to those still on the shore. The other two monks watched from the air.
"Hey, brothers, come with us to pick up Master Miao. We will not miss out on the benefits for you."
"There's only one piranha, so I'm afraid he's a bird."
"You have to take refuge as early as possible. If you fall behind, you won't even be able to eat."
The other two groups were a little confused. In the current situation, most of them guessed that the boss they were following and seeking refuge with was probably gone. Some monks shouted to their friends and flew forward.
The other half retreated to the woods behind, intending to wait and see.
A group of more than sixty monks formed a chaotic formation and flew three or four miles away. They saw the ferocious piranha intercepting Boss Miao about ten miles in front of them.
I saw the man in black robe moving with a strange and light movement, moving east and west, circling the shadow of the attacking whip. After only three turns, he suddenly appeared beside the retreating Miao Boss, punching the man violently. There is no magic weapon on the waist, but fighting close to the body, extremely fierce.
Mr. Miao hurriedly swung his whip to resist, and his fists and whips struck each other, making a crisp sound.
The powerful aftermath shot into the sea water below, splashing up water columns that were more than ten feet high.
The two sides fought hand to hand and became as dense as a torrential rain, which was thrilling to the ears of the monks who were rushing this way.
It was too fast, the two figures were entangled together, the killing wind was howling, the figures were longing, and some monks behind could not help but slow down their flying speed.
Living in the four islands of exile, there is no loyalty to the end, only the ability to see the wind.
Laughing to death or living without laughing, staying alive is a great skill.
"Come and meet me quickly"
Boss Miao was knocked back by heavy punches and yelled fiercely.
He tried his best, but thanks to his previous body training skills, he could barely use his whip to withstand the opponent's fist beating. He didn't expect that the guy called tit by Boss Geng would be so powerful, and he was so cunning and insidious.
After slightly opening a distance between the three of them on the sea, the man immediately turned back, using ghostly speed and erratic motion to kill Boss Geng who wanted to entangle his opponent with only three swords, just as the second Boss Xin who used the gun arrived. , Mr. Xin was so frightened that he didn't dare to let go, so he turned around and ran away.
But how can you escape?
The guy was doing mental arithmetic but not careless. He used a fire escape technique to appear and disappear, and he killed the frightened Boss Xin with three slashes.
What a bastard. With such tyrannical power, you still have to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger to defeat their ideas.
It definitely has a place on West Bend Island.
He only wanted a pair of shoes, so he didn't want to step forward like that. He fell slightly behind Boss Xin. Seeing that Boss Geng was almost unable to fight back, he retreated early. It was a pity that Boss Xin, the coward, couldn't. Help him hold on a little longer.
Chuanyin had said all his good things, but the insidious piranha was determined to hunt him down.
What else can be done
We can only hope that the men who are fooling around with him will swarm in to help him out.
When he takes advantage of the chaos and escapes to the island, he calls on all the other Lingfu Realm bosses to share the same hatred and besiege this unruly guy.
After nine punches, Chang Siguo found the feeling of overlapping strength. He moved with the punch, dodged the opponent's small magic blow, and slammed his right fist into the right chest of the short and sturdy man who was flexible and resistant.
He ignored what the other party told him about the rules and regulations on the island.
He has seen too many guys who bully others and bully others.
When I dealt with him before, I wanted to have cramps and pull out my bones. Who told him the rules again?
He has always had an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, and he has the temperament to get rid of all evil. Otherwise, would he leave the enemy behind to plot against him in the future?
The short and stocky man swung his whip and used clever force to block. This was how he had always resisted.
"Pa", the surging force increased several times, causing the short whip in the short man's hand to be thrown into the air.
The short and stocky man was shocked. How could this piranha hide so much strength? Half of his right arm was numbed by the shock. He could not stabilize his body in the air and stumbled backwards. He shouted with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"Brother, I have something to say."
He often ignores his faults, and subsequent attacks follow him like a shadow.
The stocky man lost his favorite magic weapon, the whip, and hurriedly used his left palm to resolve the attack. He had studied body-training boxing skills in the early years and had a good foundation. He was beaten by the violent punches and was shaking all over, and he couldn't help but fall back.
But he also understood that the strength of the opponent's punches fluctuated, perhaps because he was not familiar with the secret technique.
He gritted his teeth and persisted for his life, thinking that he would just hold on for three or four more breaths until his men arrived.
Then he received a punch with his right palm, "Pop", the force of this punch was very strange,
The vibrating force shook his soul, making him dizzy and causing him severe pain as if his brain was torn apart.
Secretly shouting "Oops", he was no longer able to take on the violent attack that followed.
When Boss Miao's men arrived, they just released a wave of magical weapons and spells to kill the man in black robes who were twenty or thirty feet away. The battle on the opposite side just ended. Boss Miao, who had lost his magical weapon, was ravaged and beaten to death by the opponent's fists.
Chang Siguo waved his hand to collect the body of the short, stout man who was beaten until he was covered in blood. He deliberately did not use the water-cutting knife.
It was rare for a monk of the same level to accompany him to fight with his life and help him hone his practical understanding of the Three Layers Collapsing Mountain Style. Of course, he had to cherish it more. Such a good opportunity and no risks. He really wanted to fight for half an hour longer. If there wasn't a group of It would be great if the trash fish comes to get in the way
Before the intensive attack of magical weapons and spells, Chang Siguo's body flashed with fire, and when he reappeared, he was already in the middle of the crowd.
He didn't use a knife, and swept his fists like a tiger into a flock of sheep. He didn't bother to pay attention to the sporadic magical weapons and spells hitting him. In just a moment, he killed a group of ragtag people who had lost their backbone, and they scattered in all directions.
Some shouted for surrender, some for siege, and more people took advantage of the chaos to escape.
Hundreds of people, hundreds of faces, not the same.
Chang Siguo was affected by the evil spirit and beat seven or eight monks in succession. The red color completely blinded his eyes and turned into a pair of blood pupils. The whole world turned into blood in his eyes.
He was immersed in the killing realm like a demon coming to the world, killing with great pleasure.
He didn't even notice that his cultivation level was growing rapidly.
He used his fire escape to suddenly appear above the sea to pursue him. His speed was extremely fast, and his attacks were ruthless. He attacked from close range and from far away. Even the monks who fled to the left and right could not escape the poisonous hands. Blood stained the sea water everywhere he passed.
Various low-level sea monsters rushed to the surface and devoured the fallen limbs and broken bodies.
When they reached the coast, only a dozen of the more than sixty monks escaped. The rest gathered near the coast to watch the fun. When they realized that danger was approaching, it was too late to run away.
A distant voice shouted, "Stop!"
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