The roaring sea wind whipped up thousands of huge waves and beat them mercilessly on the hull of the ship. The hull was also bumping along with the huge waves, and the tilted arc was terrifying. If the anchor had not been lowered and the sails were lowered, even the big ship would have been hit by the huge waves.
Sweep away.
The torrential rain came down from the sky with a salty smell, as if someone was dumping it with a bucket. Silver snakes pulled and fell between the sky and the water, showing the power of heaven and earth.
Everyone on the boat was huddled in the cabin and did not dare to come out. Except for Liu Qiankun and Wu Du, who stood stupidly on the bow of the boat, each tied to their waists with a hemp rope as thick as an arm, the two of them were just like what they said last night.
Living in a wine jar and drinking from the sea, I couldn't tell whether what I drank was wine or rainwater...
Seeing the huge waves coming one after another like thousands of horses galloping, I couldn't help but feel a surge in my heart. Even the wine jar in my hand tilted slightly, and a few drops of wine leaked out.
"Brother! You can't stand it anymore. The stronger the wind and waves, the faster they pass..." Wudu shouted at the top of his voice, his strong body being shaken by the strong wind.
"Well! It's okay, let's drink again..."
He raised the wine jar and took another hearty drink. The spicy liquor poured into his throat, making people unconsciously a little drunk. He saw several big fish leaping up in the distant wind and waves, and on the top of the waves.
He turned over and fell heavily into the water...
The wind and waves came and went quickly, and the two jars had not yet reached the bottom. The wind and rain had stopped in the sky, and the power of the remaining waves was almost negligible, and they could only fall slowly when they hit the hull of the ship.
Liu Qiankun was drunk, very drunk, like a pile of mud collapsed on the bow of the ship. Wudu shook his head with a wry smile, picked him up with his bare buttocks, and walked quickly towards the cabin.
Boom!
A muffled sound entered the cabin, and the entire hull shook slightly. Liu Qiankun lazily turned over and fell back to sleep.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
Waves of noisy metal sounds finally woke him up from his sleep. He sat up and found that there was no one in the cabin. There were faint sounds of killing and wailing on the deck.
Liu Qiankun said in his heart: No! He turned his hands and held the Sky-devouring Silver Fox in his arms, and walked towards the hatch of the ship. The moment he just put his head out of the hatch, a bright weapon appeared.
The long knife slashed at his neck.
Clang!
An iron rod stretched out horizontally, the blade was swung open, and Wu Du's powerful voice suddenly sounded.
"Brother, come out quickly!"
Liu Qiankun jumped forward and jumped out of the cabin. The scene in front of him made his expression stagnant. Dozens of shirtless sailors were holding weapons and fighting to the death with a group of short men dressed as fishermen. There were several corpses lying on the deck.
The flowing blood smeared all over the floor.
"Hold it! Don't be stunned!" Wudu shouted loudly, handed over a sharp knife that was more than a foot long, and shouted: "Cut those Japanese ghosts wearing bamboo hats!" After speaking, he raised his arm and pointed at the group of fishermen.
The man rushed away.
Liu Qiankun took the sharp knife and suddenly discovered that the men dressed as fishermen were all wearing woven bamboo hats on their heads...
In the blink of an eye, a Japanese ghost rushed to Liu Qiankun's side. He raised the long knife in his hand and slashed at his shoulder. The knife was as fast as lightning, but in Liu Qiankun's eyes, it was extremely slow, like a knife.
The snail is crawling.
He did not dodge, but took a step forward, exposing his entire shoulder to the blade, as if to make the sword more comfortable to cut. It could also be said that he was using his shoulders to meet the sword.
A flash of surprise flashed in the Japanese ghost's eyes, and then it turned into a ferocious light. He pressed his arms down with the long knife and struck hard on the shoulder that was brought up.
Canopy!
There was a muffled sound, and a strange smile appeared on Liu Qiankun's face. He raised one arm and drew a fatal arc of light in the air with the sharp knife in his hand.
laugh!
A human head soared into the sky, and the huge force flew the head several feet away. Hot blood gushed out from the cavity, like a rain of blood.
This thunderbolt method caused the two parties who were originally fighting to the death to freeze, and then started a new round of fighting. Only Na Wudu grinned and gave Liu Qiankun a thumbs up.
Just when Liu Qiankun was establishing his power with a sword, two Japanese ghosts had already quietly attacked him with swords from both sides, stabbing his ribs with two long swords, one on the left and one on the right.
Click!
The tip of the knife pierced his ribs hard, making two crisp sounds. The two Japanese ghosts raised their heads and saw the sharp knife slashing towards their throats as fast as lightning.
The pupils of the two people shrank sharply and they retreated violently, but one Japanese ghost still did not escape the decapitation disaster. The blade of the knife passed by his neck, and his body retreated a few feet, but only a little bit of his neck was left.
Skin and flesh were connected, and his head tilted and he fell backwards.
The other Japanese ghost was much luckier. The knife grazed his face, leaving a bright red gash on his forehead. The blood trickled down and painted his face blood red.
Liu Qiankun put the silver fox on his shoulder, holding the sharp knife with a curled blade and approaching the Japanese ghost step by step. Two fascinating rays of light shot out from his eyes. With this body that was stronger than cold iron, what else did he have to fear?
of.
The low-hanging tip of the knife was dripping with traces of blood, and every step it took seemed to contain endless power, like a god of death who regarded human life as nothing.
"Kill!" The injured Japanese ghost raised his arms and slashed his head with a knife.
Liu Qiankun let one side of his shoulder pass the blade, and with the force of the attack, he caught the Japanese ghost's neck in his arms, and thrust the sharp knife forward in his hand.
Click!
There was a heartbreaking sound of bones breaking, and the Japanese ghost's body trembled violently, then collapsed and turned into a pile of lifeless fat.
When Liu Qiankun stepped forward again, there was already silence on the deck. The Japanese ghosts looked at each other. They usually killed people without blinking an eye, but now they were shocked by the terrifying combat skills of the man in front of them. No one dared to step forward to fight.
The bloody sharp knife pointed at the Japanese ghost, and a cold and calm voice suddenly sounded: "If you don't want to die, get out of here!" The endless domineering power made people feel chilly, and the remaining Japanese ghosts glared at everyone fiercely.
, turned around and jumped overboard.
The sailors did not pursue them. They grabbed the weapons in their hands and ran to the edge of the ship. They saw more than ten small fishing boats rowing away into the distance carrying the drowned Japanese ghosts.
Wu Du threw the iron rod in his hand to the ground and walked forward quickly. Just as he was about to punch Liu Qiankun on the shoulder, a low roar came from his ears.
fool……
He was so frightened that he suddenly raised his head and realized that the one shouting at him was actually the cat-sized white fox on Liu Qiankun's shoulder, with two frightening and fierce lights flashing in those green eyes!
"Eat the sky!" Liu Qiankun patted the silver fox lightly with his backhand and said with a smile: "The little guy is used to being wild, brother Wu, don't mind!"
"Uh!" Wu Du looked at the little fox up and down. To be honest, he really couldn't figure out where the little guy was hiding when he got on the boat. His eyes unknowingly glanced between Liu Qiankun's legs, revealing a clue.
smile!
Liu Qiankun felt a chill on his back, waved his hand and said: "This little guy is definitely not hiding here..." A touch of purple appeared on his bronze handsome face.
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