Chapter 891 (1/2)

Seeing Shen Lang's sudden action, the boatman next to him was frightened.

Shen Lang jumped out of the boat and ran towards Ouyang Changfeng.

The real Qi is gathered under the feet, and the waves can stand on the water without falling down.

He showed his lightness skill and floated to Ouyang Changfeng's side. Shen Lang directly hugged his fist and said, ”brother, let me help you to kill the martial arts of the blissful palace!”

Ouyang Changfeng looks at Shen Lang and makes sure he hasn't seen him. He hugs his fist and says, ”I'm very grateful if you're willing to help me, but that man is the elder of the blissful palace. Brother, this move is bound to provoke the blissful palace.”

Shen Lang said with a sneer, ”it's OK. I have a feud with the blissful palace.”

Ouyang Changfeng was pleased and nodded: ”good, brother. I'll keep it in mind! If this man is killed by us, let's divide his aura stone and treasure equally

”Good.”

Shen Lang nodded slightly, but he was surprised that Ouyang Changfeng was the spirit stone. How dare he provoke the blissful palace? Is this guy so short of spirit stone?

Seeing the sudden waves, the disciples on the merchant ship of the blissful palace were shocked.

Shen Lang's joining made the war situation suddenly turn 180 degrees. The old man in black looked at Shen Lang and exclaimed, ”it's you! Are you the son of Shen Canghai? ”

”Son of Shen Canghai?” Ouyang Changfeng couldn't help looking at the waves.

Dansheng Shen Canghai is famous in the forest and Tianshan Mountains. He is also a top genius. Ouyang Changfeng has heard about it.

Shen Lang glanced at the old man with a sneer on his lips and said with a sneer, ”yes, you still know me?”

The old man in black robe was ”clattering” in his heart. Before, when the blissful palace attacked the Yi family, he was also present and saw the waves.

This is not the point. The point is that this boy has a great chance to carry the treasure of the town palace, the son Mother Dragon tooth dart.

Thinking of this, the old man in black robe suddenly became timid and said in a panic: ”don't be impulsive, sir. The hatred between my blissful palace and the Yi family has been relieved. Don't...”

Without saying a word, Shen Lang rushed up with a long sword, followed by Ouyang Changfeng.

”The return wind takes the moon.”

Shen Lang's green glass sword crossed a half arc in the air. The blue sword God formed several shadows and stabbed at the old man in black robe.

”This is Thirteen swords of death

Ouyang Changfeng's eyes show a trace of light, and his mind is shocked. He is crazy about sword practice. He has a deep understanding of the sword skills of Lin Hai and Tian Shan, but he recognizes Shen Lang's sword move.

The thirteen deadly swords belong to the heaven level medium level martial arts. They are very difficult to practice, and the degree of difficulty is even higher than that of Jiandang Shura.

It's not an empty move, it's a real move! It's a real 13 swords, but it seems that it's less powerful.

The old man in black robe was startled. He pushed his palms forward in a hurry, and the fierce palm wind pressed against the waves.

Shen Lang went up with a strange speed. The green glass sword carried a sharp sword spirit, which directly scratched the black robed old man's face. A blood mark on his face was clearly visible, overflowing with blood.

The old man in black robe was frightened. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise his head would have been cut off by the waves.

Shen Lang's sword skill can only capture the moon in three moves. Although there are only three moves, it can kill people invisibly. The main thing is that it's not easy to show the sacred objects.

Fortunately, Ouyang Changfeng's strength is not weak. He takes advantage of the gap between the waves and goes directly around the old man in black robe.

”Feng dance!”

Ouyang Changfeng clenched his teeth and saw the opportunity in his eyes. He quickly waved his sword and hit out the sword swing Shura's killing move. A large amount of sword Qi gushes out from the tip of the sword. The sound is about to tear the air. It's like a flying phoenix singing low. Its momentum is shocking!

The black robed old man took a cold breath. It's hard to imagine that such a powerful attack was made by Wu Xiu at the beginning of the transformation. The black robed old man's face showed a ferocious color. He pushed his palms forward with all his strength, and the fierce palm wind hit him out.