Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Seeing the enemy ship getting closer and closer.Fang Shiping put his hand on Ah Ming's shoulder: "Calm down, you really read it right?"

Ah Ming turned her head slowly, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm not mistaken, not only Tianxing, but the other people on the boat are Wuxi people who were kidnapped by them!"

Fang Shiping was astonished.

Ah Ming went on to say: "In addition to the dead, there are more than a dozen people in Wuxi Village whose whereabouts are unknown. The person who traded with me was 'Yaoxian' Zhuo Yinglian. She told me that she took those people away. If I followed her advice If I do, I will let my people live. If I knew the result would be like this, I would never agree to her."

All of his clansmen looked stern and fierce, and they were completely different from what he knew, as if they had been completely reborn.

Fang Shiping said in a deep voice: "...This is the soul-moving technique that Master Zhengqiu said, using the Fuyao Qingfeng as a medicine, and dedicating the body to Youying for her to rely on."

Ah Jin also turned her head to look at her elder brother: "But they don't look like evil spirits at all?"

Fang Shiping frowned and said: "This is the scary thing about the Demon Cult, maybe they have found a better way."

This speculation is really chilling.Even Ah Jin couldn't help but tremble.

Only Fang Shiping remained calm. After half his life in the army, he entered and exited countless cruel battlefields.Whether it is a barracks or a river or lake, as long as you step into it, you will hang your life on the blade.He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that love will be hard to lose, and ambition will be hard to repay.

A true hero, even if he dies, must die at the end of the road.

He said in a deep voice: "The Demon Cult has not yet noticed our identities, we have to fight to the end."

Ah Jin and Du Yun replied, "Okay."

Ah Ming gritted her teeth and nodded.However, his gaze was still glued to Tianxing.

For a brief moment, Tian Xing's gaze seemed to meet him, but the boy's expression remained unchanged, he just raised his hand and threw a sleeve arrow abruptly.

"Beware!"

Fang Shiping slammed down on Ah Ming's shoulder, and the sleeve arrow flew past their ears like a swimming dragon.

This arrow was just a signal, like a thunderclap rolling in the dark clouds, followed by a rain of arrows, fine and fine, weaving a net in the air, heading towards a lone boat.

Fang Shiping shouted: "Get down!" He tried his best to push his companion down in the boat.

He fell on his back in the boat, holding Ah Ming's shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand he drew his sword wildly, weaving a shield around his body with sword energy, and hitting back the arrows approaching him one after another.

Arrows were endless, like cold needles, piercing him from all directions.He tried his best to protect the square inch of land around him, not daring to neglect in the slightest.

Although he was not injured by the arrow, he was almost suffocated by the arrow, and he couldn't find a way to fight back.

The Demon Cult's ship was getting closer.

He heard a sharp thud behind his ear.With a flash of silver light, an iron hook appeared on the side of the boat.

The five-clawed iron hook was as cold as ice, and it was stuck firmly on the side of the boat with a frightening cold air.

The boat was hooked and drifted upstream uncontrollably.

"Big Brother, Big Brother! What should I do?" Ah Jin asked anxiously.

"Hold on, I'll figure out a way." Fang Shiping replied.

But he really couldn't think of any way, at the very moment, he felt his hands sinking, and Ah Ming was lifting his arms, and crawled out from his shelter without authorization.

"Ah Ming, where are you going, don't be impulsive!" Fang Shiping said loudly, he knew that Ah Ming didn't know a little bit of martial arts, so he must not leave his protection and be exposed to the outside world.

But Ah Ming's will was firm, and he had climbed to the side of the boat in a blink of an eye, stuck his head out with difficulty, took out the knife he had just used for suicide, and tremblingly cut at the rope of the cold hook.

The plank of the ship kept shaking in the waves, and because of his fluttering, the bumps became more violent.

The owner of Leng Hook saw him, and the moment their eyes met, he tried to find the shadow of Tianxing on that immature face, he moved his lips, trying to call back his dear flesh and blood with a hoarse voice.

However, the boy just sneered, pulled up the iron hook a little, and threw it towards the canopy again.

Ah Ming shouted loudly, raised his arms vigorously, and stretched out five fingers in the same direction.

He used his flesh and blood to resist the iron hook, and the hard cold iron pierced into his palm, and he immediately let out a heart-piercing wail.

The boy also showed surprise, tensed his shoulders, polished his eyes, and waited for the opponent's trick.

However, his opponent did not use any tricks, the sharp edge of the iron hook passed over the heel of the palm, and cut off all five fingers neatly, as easily as cutting tofu.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, half sprayed on the side of the boat, and half sprayed in the water.

"Overestimate your own strength." The boy sneered and raised the iron hook again.

Ah Ming's fingers no longer exist, but his feet are still intact. He opened his arms, embracing the ferocious and cold iron claws as if in a hug.

"Ah Ming!" Fang Shiping exclaimed, he did not expect that a person who has no martial arts skills at all would dare to use his body to block the opponent's sharp edge.

The iron hook pierced through his chest, revealing red, ferocious sharp horns behind his back. He knelt on the boat, turned his head with difficulty, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, this time I have... tried my best to live... "

Fang Shiping gritted his teeth, nodded and said, "You have tried your best."

Blood gushed out of his mouth, dyeing half of his face red, his lips were smeared with blood, and he opened slightly, saying: "...help me... unworthy son...he, he once Died once...so...so..."

"Did once?" Fang Shiping was surprised, then rushed forward, grabbed his shoulder, and said eagerly, "So what? Tell me!"

A few arrows came towards him, forcing Fang Shiping to retreat, but Ah Ming had exhausted all his strength before he could say the following words.

The body of the Wuxi man slumped down, slipped along the side of the boat, and fell into the water, like an empty skin, floating up and down on the water.

Blood gushed out from the bottom of the water, and soon dyed the water surface bright red. The red color spread like a surging spring.It was hard to believe that so much blood could gush out from such a pale body.

Maybe it wasn't blood at all, but Ah Ming's life, the roar of his efforts to survive, and the weeping of his unsatisfied hatred.

Ah Jin and Du Yun's eyes were wet.Fang Shiping stared fiercely at his eyes, as if wanting to engrave this scene into it.

Leng Hook was also stunned for a short while. The weapon he was proud of was still deeply buried in the corpse, blocked by blood, and he couldn't move it, but the people behind him had already pushed him away.

"It's so slow, I'm coming!"

The voice was rough and full of impatience, and the man also stepped onto the bow impatiently, with only an empty cuff left on his right arm, fluttering against the wind.

It was Nan Yanqi, one of his arms was severed by Di Dongqing.

His complexion was even more ferocious than the last time we met, he pushed Tianxing away, drew a long knife from his waist with his left hand, jumped up suddenly, turned overboard, and stepped on the water.

Even his companions didn't expect his sudden move. "Yao Xian" Zhuo Yinglian's original plan was to capture the three of them alive. Although Ah Ming's betrayal was an overtone, he had already died under the iron hook of his own son. They could have won.

It's a pity that Nan Yanqi didn't cooperate. After last night, he bled and became possessed. He insisted that Di Dongqing die in front of him.

He stepped on the corpse in the water with one foot, using it to exert his strength again, he was already on the lone boat in a blink of an eye, aiming at the most obtrusive one among the three with his knife.

Fang Shiping just had time to push Ah Jin and Du Yun away, his arms were still open, the blood knife pierced his chest, tore his ribs, pierced his flesh, and came out from his back, the blade turned red.

The blood knife finally drank his blood.

Nan Yanqi couldn't stop laughing wildly, with vague words mixed in the laughter: "Lu Zhengqiu, your beloved disciple is nothing more than that, it's really ridiculous, ridiculous!"

He was going to withdraw his knife, but his long knife was held by a pair of trembling hands full of blood.

Fang Shiping slowly raised his head from under the cloak.

Nan Yanqi said in astonishment: "You are not Di Dongqing!!"

"Of course not." Fang Shiping raised the corner of his mouth.His pupils closed into a narrow slit, and he stared fiercely at him.