The wooden boat cuts through the waves.
The Lin family's "Northern Expedition" was far behind.
"Senior, An Xing Island is not far ahead."
Dad Cuicui, who had been fortunate enough to go to An Xing Island once, looked ahead and said seriously.
"oh."
Ning Ruan sat on the edge of the wooden boat, eating candied fruit and swinging her legs.
Sudden.
It seemed like he sensed something.
Suddenly he raised his head, looked in the direction of An Xing Island, and subconsciously said "Eh":
"You actually came back by yourself?"
"..." The three confused Li family members followed her gaze, but saw nothing...
But Ning Ruan had already stood up.
With an inexplicable look on his face, he set up another defensive formation on the wooden boat.
"Senior...this...is there some monster approaching?" Cuicui's father realized something was wrong and quickly stepped forward and looked around.
It stands to reason that normally there will be no monsters coming here near An Xing Island.
If there is... then it must be an extremely powerful demon.
If this is the case, even the seniors will have a hard time dealing with it.
Ning Ruan glanced at him, then withdrew her gaze and continued to look at the sky.
His lips and teeth moved slightly: "Here he comes."
What's coming? Dad Cuicui looked confused and was about to speak.
Then he saw the blue sky above his head.
There were two sword lights, one red and one orange, running side by side.
Shooting in the direction of the wooden boat.
After the sword light.
It is a leaf-shaped flying spiritual weapon made of unknown material.
Hot pursuit.
"Senior, it's not good. Get away quickly..." Cuicui's father's face changed drastically.
But he just finished speaking.
Ning Ruan flew into the air and cut off the two spiritual swords.
Holding a handful in each hand.
Landed on the boat.
Father Cuicui swallowed in disbelief. The scene in front of him really exceeded his understanding:
"Senior...you, how can you catch someone else's spiritual sword?"
"Who told you it belonged to someone else?" Ning Ruan asked.
Your sword has been robbed. If it doesn’t belong to someone else, can it still be yours? Father Cuicui was about to speak but stopped.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for stopping the flying sword for us. The Yang family will be very grateful." The leaf-shaped flying spiritual weapon also arrived above the wooden boat at this moment.
The speaker looked quite young. Compared to the old man and the middle-aged man on the flying spiritual weapon, he was obviously a junior.
After thanking Tong Ningruan, he jumped down directly.
According to normal circumstances, he should naturally fall onto the wooden boat.
But at this moment...
As the wooden boat suddenly glowed, a light shield rose around it.
No surprise.
The moment the young man came into contact with the light shield, he, who was only at the peak of the second realm, was directly ejected.
Fall into the sea.
"..."
The scene in front of me happened too fast.
After the young man was fished out, the old man with the highest level of cultivation stared at the small wooden boat with a wary expression, "Formation, you actually used the formation on such a broken ship?"
"I like it, do you want you to take care of it?"
"..."
As an elder of the Yang family and a high-level monk in the fifth realm, the old man has never been so mercilessly criticized.
Especially since the other party seemed to be just a three-level monk.
He immediately darkened his face and said in a cold tone: "Little girl, for the sake of your elders, I won't argue with you today. Please return those two spiritual swords as soon as possible."
"Why?" Ning Ruan held two swords and met the old man's gaze without changing her expression. "Why should I return my sword to you? Because of your age?"
"..." The old man took a deep breath and barely suppressed the murderous intention in his heart:
"Little girl, these two swords belong to my Yang family. They are not something you can take away. Even if your parents are here, there is no way they can take away my Yang family's belongings."
"Oh, I understand." Ning Ruan nodded with a half-smile.
Seeing how knowledgeable she was, the old man finally softened his expression.
He was not willing to be an enemy of a little girl who could use formations at will unless necessary.
"Since you understand, then return the spirit sword..."
Before the old man finished speaking, the girl's clear voice slowly sounded out: "It turns out that the two living kings of hell who stole my spirit sword are your Yang family."
Living King of Hell?
The old man was stunned for a moment.
Then he saw a girl in green clothes on a wooden boat suddenly flying into the air with two swords.
"Xiaohong, Xiaocheng, let's go!"
Ning Ruan moved her lips.
The two spiritual swords struck at the three people on the flying spiritual weapon.
"Flying Sword Technique? You are only in the third level, how can you possibly know Flying Sword Technique?"
And he was still wielding two flying swords at the same time?
The old man stared in disbelief.
Astonished, he picked up the young man who was already stunned with fright in his hands and ran away into the distance.
As for the middle-aged monk who had never spoken, he was not so lucky.
The orange sword passed directly through his heart.
He hadn't even recovered from the shock of the Third Realm Sword Cultivator's use of the Flying Sword Technique before the body fell straight towards the sea.
"Uncle Five!"
In the distance, the young man who had just turned around happened to see this scene and immediately shouted.
"Shut up." The old man shouted coldly, and his flight speed was obviously faster.
"Want to run? You can't run away." Ning Ruan tilted her head, jumped up and stepped on the orange sword.
The orange light quickly chased the old man and the young man.
"...little...fellow Taoist, don't bully others too much. Since the sword is yours, you can just take it away. Why do you need to be aggressive and hurt people's lives?"
The old man's angry voice came from the front.
Ning Ruan followed him leisurely, "If you take my things, you have to pay with your life. That's fair."
That's fair... The old man's heart was completely occupied by anger, but he didn't dare to stop at all.
For a sword cultivator who can control two flying swords, it doesn't matter whether he is in the three realms or not.
With that sword blow just now, the old man had no doubt that the other party was really capable of taking his life.
"Your sword was not taken by us, it was given to us by someone else. It was these two swords that destroyed the entire mine of my Yang family!"
"Didn't you just claim that the sword was yours? Why did you change your story now?" Ning Ruan clicked his tongue twice:
“Oh, you don’t still want me to pay for it, right?
It is impossible to pay compensation, just kill them all. "
"..." The old man was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "I didn't ask you to compensate!"
At least at this moment, he really didn't have this intention.
Even if he really wanted to pay compensation, he would have to wait until he escaped alive.
"But you have to compensate me!" Ning Ruan slowly spat out a few words.
The orange sword suddenly stopped.
Not far from the old man and the young man, Xiao Hong flew over...
…
The sea has gradually calmed down.
The wooden boat floats alone.
I do not know how long it has been.
The Lin family's "Bei Zheng" finally arrived.
"Huh? Where are the seniors? Why are you the only ones left on the ship?"
Lin He stood on the deck and looked down with a confused expression.
Father Cuicui stood up with a slightly strange look on his face, "We met the Yang family..."
"Yang family? Did they take action against their seniors?" Lin He suddenly raised his voice.
Dad Cuicui: "It was senior who took action against them..."
Lin He:! ? ?
