The wet and salty sea breeze, mixed with a strong smell of blood, was cold and pungent.
Thousands of shark oil lamps and candles lit up in the big ship, like a bright moon rising above the dark sea.
In the bright lights, the blood and corpses not far away were more clearly visible. Corpses were scattered everywhere, with pieces of flesh and blood piled up together, and there were people with half of their bodies left, but still breathing. The cries of pain had long since dissipated, leaving only faint moans and painful gasps.
The entire Dragon Treasure Ship was like hell on earth.
The Blue-winged Luan was lying in a pool of blood, restrained by more than ten chains. The guards holding the chains tightly had no expression, after all, they were used to seeing life and death, even more bloody and terrifying scenes than this one.
And those who have died or are living a life worse than death are all victims who have just conquered it.
Duan Chongxuan knew that the other party lit the lamp at this time just to shock him with such a tragic scene. As a useless prince who was raised in the deep palace as a child and then exiled to Cangya Mountain when he grew up, he should be frightened and confused.
He glanced at Wang Xi, who did not urge him, but patiently guided him, "Your Highness, have you thought it through?"
He knew clearly that using the Flowing Light Chain would cause the Blue Winged Luan to go crazy and hurt people, resulting in incalculable losses, but he did not care about the price his men would pay.
With such a cold and hard character, he is indeed suitable for doing big things, such as rebellion.
Of course, the vicious dog is like its master. Duan Chongxuan thought of the emperor's uncle who always smiled gently in his memory, and his heart turned cold.
He said, "I will go with you to visit the wise king. But I have to treat Luan Er's injury first."
When the dust settled, Wang Xi breathed a sigh of relief, "Of course, Your Highness, please."
After all, this prince has too many deadly weapons on him, and it is hard to defend against him. Not taking action is naturally the best option.
He moved aside, and the heavy encirclement around him also made way for him.
The guard holding the chain did not move, but did not stop Duan Chongxuan either.
When Luan Er saw him approaching, his violent and angry eyes, which were originally a sea of fire, suddenly became watery, like a child's eyes red with grievance.
Duan Chongxuan gently smoothed its feathers, leaned down, and fed a pill to its mouth. Luan Er whimpered softly, opened his mouth obediently and ate it, and then rubbed against his arms.
The guards who were on high alert couldn't understand why the ferocious beast, which had been so lethal just now, suddenly changed its appearance.
Duan Chongxuan patted it and turned back.
Qingyi Luan remained obedient.
Many people breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, something strange happened!
An extremely bright flash of lightning tore through the night sky!
A clear and loud cry was then heard, like the cry of a crane or a phoenix. Amid the whistling wind, the figure of the Green-Winged Luan, shrunken to half its size, appeared in the air.
Duan Chongxuan was holding a long spear in his hand, with white smoke coming out of the tip of the spear. It was he who had just cut off the flowing light chain around Luan Er's neck.
There was never any lightning, it's just that the speed was too fast, and the fake gun shadow was like a flash of lightning!
Beacon fire and smoke.
'Fenghuo' is not a sword, but a spear. If the first divine weapon in the world today is the well-deserved 'Chun Shan Xiao' and 'Qiu Feng Li' forged from the Lin Yuan Sword, then this spear that accompanied the founding emperor of Beilu in his battles is qualified to be ranked in the top five.
Duan Chongxuan's move 'Beacon Fire and Wolf Smoke' barely has two points of true meaning, but it can cut off the flowing light chain, purely relying on the original power of the magic weapon.
The moment the chain around his neck broke, Luan Er's body shrank rapidly and he broke free from the rest of the restraints!
Duan Chongxuan swept his spear across, and the mist on the sea gathered under the tip of the spear. The force of the spear was as strong as a gust of wind. Everyone was concerned about his status and did not dare to attack with all their strength. They were not careful for a moment and were defeated.
The first one to react was Wang Xi. He stood up and flew over, shouting, "Shoot! Form a formation!"
The bows were strung, and countless arrows shot towards the blue-winged phoenix in the air! The moment they left the crossbow, the arrowheads burst into flames!
On the dark sea, bright flames streaked across the long night like a star shower.
More guards jumped onto the top deck and rushed here continuously. The nearest soldiers suddenly changed their steps and formed a trap array, surrounding Duan Chongxuan.
Duan Chongxuan looked up and shouted, "Run—"
But this time, Luan Er didn't listen to him.
It flapped its wings and swooped down from the sky, passing through the dense flames that covered the sky!
Wang Xi snatched the bow and crossbow from the guards. His robes were inflated by his strong energy. All his true energy burst out and an arrow flew out!
The tip of the arrow pierced the air, making a sharp sound.
At the same time, the long sword at his side was unsheathed. The pressure came before the blade, forcing Duan Chongxuan to retreat quickly, but he could not escape the trap behind him!
At this moment, he suddenly remembered his father's words -
Even if you have thousands of troops, you can't avoid fighting alone.
He held the gun horizontally in front of him, did not step back, and prepared to take the blow head-on.
From the corner of his eye, he saw that the arrow was coming at him with great force in the night. Even if Luan Er tried his best to flap his wings, he would not be able to avoid it due to his injuries...
But in a moment, the sword force dissipated and the flames in the air were completely extinguished.
It was like a gust of wind, and the killing and crisis on the sea were blown away by the wind.
Everyone looked towards where the wind was blowing.
There was a man standing at the bow of the boat.
The man stood in the shadow where the light could not reach, but the sharp aura of the warrior around him was like a sharp blade, as if it could cut through the space.
The breeze started again. A figure landed in front of Duan Chongxuan.
Qingyi Luan also landed, but because of exhaustion, she could only lie at the feet of the two men.
Only then did everyone see clearly that the person coming was actually a woman.
He was wearing a brown suit, with his black hair tied up high, and he looked very heroic.
Duan Chongxuan looked at the person in front of him and called out in a daze, "Second Senior Sister..."
Liu Qishuang turned sideways and nodded slightly, "Yeah."
Wang Xi's face turned pale.
Because Duan Chongxuan revealed the identity of the woman, his sword was sheathed again.
Few people have seen Liu Qishuang in person. She has been practicing on Xihua Peak for many years and is not keen on becoming famous. But that doesn't mean she is unknown.
On the contrary, because of the battle at Xiling Mountain many years ago, the cultivation world still dares not forget her until today.
Like Jun Yu did back then, she has well interpreted to the world what it means to have combat power far exceeding one’s realm.
Wang Xi signaled the imperial guards to withdraw, and performed a proper greeting. "It's a long way to Cangya, may I ask why Fellow Daoist Liu has come?"
The other party's sincerity and courtesy deserve the utmost respect. According to convention, one should at least give them some face and exchange a few words of greeting.
But Liu Qishuang just said bluntly,
"Pick up my junior brother."
Wang Xi's face looked even worse.
Duan Chongxuan suddenly felt like laughing. Because he knew that the senior sister was not being disrespectful on purpose. It was just that she didn't have much experience in interacting with people and couldn't speak well. She was usually better at communicating with fellow disciples, but when she met strangers, she would be regarded as someone with a cold and arrogant temperament.
Wang Xi continued, "Fellow Daoist Liu, this matter involves a lot of things, and it is more of a family affair of the Northern Imperial Capital... I believe you also heard a little about why His Highness went to Cangya Mountain to become a disciple... If fellow Daoist Liu can stand aside and watch, I can swear here that when the great event is accomplished, the prince will not forget your kindness today."
This statement was more sincere. It was a disguised promise. Because he really didn't want to do it.
There was nowhere to gain leverage in this vast ocean, but the opponent was able to cross it out of thin air. His true energy was still abundant, and he could dissipate the power of his arrows and swords with a flick of his sleeves. This alone was enough to make people fearful.
Duan Chongxuan was indeed a disciple of the Sword Saint, but he was sent to Xihua Peak by a letter of recommendation from the dean.
Why did the gentleman write the letter? Because of his original identity.
In other words, if he was not the crown prince, or if Duan Sheng'an died and was no longer the emperor, his identity as the Sword Saint's disciple would not be true.
This is what Wang Xi thought.
Everyone who has struggled for long in the center of power would think so.
Where there is great benefit, there is where the people’s hearts are.
But no one at Xihua Peak thought so.
Liu Qishuang didn't even know who the prince he was talking about was.
But she spoke her longest speech of the night, with a serious look on her face.
"I don't care why he came to Cangya. Since he truly treats me as his senior sister, I will truly treat him as my junior brother."
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Central China. Yunyang City.
It was late autumn and the Taoist boy had just swept the dead leaves during the day, but now, as night fell, they were already covering the yard again.
The head monk was sitting in the courtyard, having taken off his usual dignified tall hat and wide belt. His black hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin and he was wearing a simple sky-blue gown, which made him look more casual and relaxed.
It seemed that the autumn wind was too bleak, his lips turned slightly pale, and even the fine lines at the corners of his eyes became deeper.
He saw Wei Jingfeng coming out of the house. Although he didn't know how seriously injured he was, he still asked as usual, "Would you like some tea?"
The Sword Master did not answer him.
Instead, he took a look at the sky.
The vast night sky above is blocked by the courtyard wall and the buildings in the distance, and is cut into irregular pieces.
You can still see the bright stars, peaceful and beautiful.
Nothing is different from usual.
But the dean's face turned pale!
In the courtyard, the sky above their heads began to shake violently, and fine cracks extended from where Wei Jingfeng's eyes were looking, eventually covering the entire field of vision.
It's like breaking a layer of glass cover, the illusion shatters, and the real sky reveals its true face!
As black as ink, with no stars or moon.
“Crash!…——”
There was no sound when the illusion was broken. This time, the sound was the teacup in the hands of the dean falling to the ground, and the splashing porcelain foam drew a thin line of blood on the back of his hand.
The blood flowed across the pale skin and dripped onto the withered locust leaves.
His body swayed twice and he held on to the stone table with his right hand.
There was a coldness in Wei Jingfeng's eyes.
Suddenly meeting such a look, he subconsciously wanted to explain something, "No one's life will be harmed, just leave the person in Jingsi Pavilion. As for your apprentice, nothing will happen to him..."
Wei Jingfeng was not moved at all, he just said,
"You weren't like this in the past."
The dean lowered his eyes and said no more.
Because there is nothing to say.
He thought, you also said that was 'the past'. Haven't I schemed against you enough over the years?
He advised Wei Jingfeng to stay and recuperate, and then used a formation to isolate this place, making even the sky seem fake.
Maintaining a formation that could conceal the eyes and ears of a saint required a price and great consumption. Even the edge of a broken porcelain could easily cut his flesh.
All this is just for the sake of Xingshan Temple.
No future troubles can be avoided.
Wei Jingfeng still looked at him coldly.
The dean understood what he meant: if he couldn't defeat the Demon Lord, he would attack the younger generation, which was extremely shameless.
A bleak autumn wind blew in the courtyard, blowing layers of fallen leaves into the air.
When the wind died, there was only one person left in the yard. It seemed as if there had been only one person from beginning to end.
He slowly squatted down and picked up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground bit by bit.
The place where the teacup broke into pieces was also the place where the formation plate was destroyed that day.
It was also something Wei Jingfeng gave him many years ago.
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