My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

Simple yet domineering words echoed across the vast ocean.

Emperor Huang Wen was stunned, feeling greatly insulted, and felt terribly depressed.

distance.

In the cabin of the patrol boat, several sailors were knocked unconscious.

The ship was shaking violently and it took a while for it to calm down.

"What's going on? Why are we caught in such a storm?"

The old crew member stood up tremblingly, cursing the damn waves inwardly.

"By the way, did you hear some strange noises?"

"Hmm... there seemed to be some movement. I heard it too."

"There is an immortal!"

Yang Ziqing got up suddenly, completely ignoring the pain from the fall.

"I saw...a dragon and people flying in the sky!"

"These waves are like a dragon emerging from the sea."

“Triggered.”

She was breathing heavily and speaking incoherently with excitement.

Others looked at him strangely, and some even burst into laughter.

"Ziqing, you must be frightened. Dragons are just a figment of the imagination of the ancients."

"It's easy to get dizzy at night. We understand."

"Xiao Qing is a college graduate after all, how can she still believe in ghosts and gods?"

Yang Ziqing glanced at everyone and quickly pulled Xue Dahui's arm.

"Brother Hui can testify for me, he saw it too!"

Xue Dahui's face was very pale. He leaned against the wall and nodded after a long time.

The laughter around stopped, and everyone's doubts turned into confusion.

"The waves have stopped. You'll see for yourself that I'm not lying."

As she spoke, Yang Ziqing opened the cabin door and walked out first.

The others looked at each other and wanted to find out what was going on.

In the vast ocean, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the sea water is pouring down.

A beam of light in the sky is particularly eye-catching in the dark night.

"Damn, why does that glowing thing look so... human?"

The sound of people gasping for breath came one after another, and a group of people looked up at the sky, all of them were horrified.

The pilot took out his telescope and double-checked the strange phenomenon in the sky.

"It's unscientific. They're actually flying in the sky. Are they human or ghost?"

Above the night.

Guan Ping waved the ruler, and with every swing, there was a roar of waves in the void.

With a sneer on his face, the power of the Nascent Soul in his body poured out, and the magical power and vision transformed into huge waves that crashed down with a deafening force.

"Arrogant boy, do you think you can take my Wave Ruler?"

Wang Lele stared at her brother's back. In her eyes, Xiao Ke was facing the fierce waves alone and protecting her firmly behind him.

"younger brother."

Wang Xiaoke turned around and smiled, the bright glow spreading across half of his face.

Without any words, Wang Lele felt at ease.

Clang!

Wang Lele's sword flew towards Xiao Ke, and the rich sword intent turned into substance.

A three-foot sharp edge flashed by, and two beast shadows roared and merged into the sword energy.

Ten zhang, one hundred zhang, three hundred zhang.

Stab it!

With a loud tearing sound, the huge wave was cut open by a sword. The sword energy was like a long river, carrying the power of the law, and forcibly broke through the void.

Guan Ping couldn't help but groan, his face looking grim. He was even more shocked at this moment.

"The sword intent is so advanced that he even incorporates the laws into his sword moves. He is truly a monster!"

He felt a little bit unbelievable that he, a dignified deacon of the Elders' Pavilion, was now suppressed by a sword when facing the clone of a half-step Nascent Soul.

The gap between the two realms would make people laugh to death if I told them back!

"break!"

Wang Xiaoke uttered a word, and in an instant the long river of sword energy crushed the magical power and vision. Not only that, the sword energy hit the sky directly and dissipated after rising a hundred meters into the air.

When his magical power was broken, Guan Ping took a few steps back, staring in shock at the young man flying through the air.

Is this the monster from foreign land?

How could such a perverted and powerful person be born in a foreign land?

He was in the Liuxue Sect and had seen disciples from first-rate immortal sects, but compared to them, he was like a firefly meeting the sun.

The people on the small boat below were shocked beyond words.

Is this still a poet?

He just said he believed in science, and then he saw gods fighting.

Their worldview was shattered by that shocking sword.

"Ghost Eyes of the Netherworld!"

A pair of closed dark eyes suddenly appeared behind Wang Xiaoke.

A strange aura filled the air, and then he performed sword techniques.

Several dragon shadows circled on the side, and the swords came out like silk threads, covering the top of the head.

Guan Ping raised the ruler to take it, and the tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

After a moment of trance, the sword energy surged towards him and he had no choice but to defend himself.

Boom! !

When the sword energy dissipated, Guan Ping retreated a hundred steps and felt numbness in his palm.

Emperor Huang Wen, who witnessed it with his own eyes, already knew how terrifying this young man was.

An incarnation of divine consciousness has such combat power, and the two of them are definitely not able to deal with someone of the same level.

Especially since he has mastered the laws of the void, it is only a matter of time before he becomes a master.

"Good boy, you're playing dirty tricks!"

Guan Ping seemed to be angry and turned into a stream of light and rushed over quickly.

"so troublesome."

Wang Xiaoke frowned and looked at the other person, with an imperceptible light flashing in his eyes.

With a three-foot sword in his hand, he was not afraid at all and collided with the enemy bravely.

Wang Lele swallowed his saliva and urged his spiritual power to move away from the battlefield.

With my Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation, it's better to stay away from them...

The sound of weapons clashing shook the sky, and two streams of light continued to collide with each other.

Strange sword techniques appeared frequently, and the aftermath caused the waves to surge and the sea breeze to blow hard.

On the other side, Fang Yuan once again fell into a disadvantage in the fight.

"Trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm is overestimating one's own abilities!" Emperor Huang Wen looked indifferent.

Too lazy to delay any longer, he summoned his natal spiritual weapon, a fierce knife as dark as ink!

The blade is covered with a row of black scales, like the teeth of a prehistoric beast.

Emperor Huang Wen used his magical sword skills, and a black dragon roared to the sky.

The dragon was writhing behind him, its ferocious eyes filled with violence.

Fang Yuan's face suddenly turned pale, and he immediately activated the Kunlun Stone Map.

The knife flashed, and with the roar of the beast approaching, the stone map shone brightly.

Emperor Huang Wen smiled ferociously. He suddenly stretched out his palm, and the black flames around him turned into sharp arrows, falling from the sky. All he could see were black arrows.

The magic weapon was bombarded, and the sword energy and the dragon continued to erode the defense.

"not good!"

Fang Yuan's face flushed red, the power was too strong.

The Kunlun Stone Map trembled faintly, and its light dimmed visibly to the naked eye.

Fang Yuan shuddered all over, stamped his feet, and retreated desperately.

The blade finally fell, and in an instant, the ocean split open to both sides, and a ravine a hundred meters deep appeared in this vast ocean!

"Oh my god!"

Seeing these gods fighting, the crew members' jaws almost dropped.

The intercom suddenly vibrated, and the captain yelled at the top of his voice:

"Hide back in the cabin quickly, level one alert, steer hard left to avoid the waves!"

When the crew came to their senses, they saw waves as big as mountains approaching rapidly.

They were so scared that they ran away.

……

When the gullies disappear, the sea level returns to normal.

The whole ocean was steaming, like water boiling over a raging fire.

Piles of dead fish floated by, including whale sharks and squid.

"puff!"

Fang Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, and under his empty sleeves, a knife wound that had penetrated deep into the bone was visible.

This sword technique nearly cut him in half...

"Ant with declining Qi and blood, do you now understand the difference between you and me?"

Emperor Huang Wen was always high and mighty, holding a butcher knife like a demon.

"You..." Fang Yuan raised his eyes tremblingly, his breath weak.

Emperor Huang Wen made a false move with his sword, knowing that his opponent was no longer able to fight back.

Swish! !

The blade light was like thunder in the dark night, and the blade energy caused irregular ripples in the void.

Faced with such overwhelming power, Fang Yuan laughed miserably, his heart filled with despair.

He, the second elder of Kunlun Sect, died in the South China Sea fighting with foreigners.

Never bring disgrace to the mountain gate.

Wang Xiaoke moved like a graceful swan, and raised his sword to strike out when the sword energy approached.

A long sword energy came with the power to split the sky and carried the laws.

The imagined scene did not appear, and the sword light was swallowed up after only half a breath.

Even the Void Dao Principle was turned into nothingness by brute force.

"Damn it!" Wang Xiaoke looked ugly. His clone was still too weak.

Jumping two levels is already the limit, not to mention the late Nascent Soul stage.

"Kid, take care of yourself before helping others." Guan Ping sneered.

The Dielang Ruler hummed, and Wang Xiaoke pulled himself away to resist, but was blown away by the huge force.

At the same time, Fang Yuan gritted his teeth and poured his remaining spiritual power into the Kunlun Stone Map.

The sword light of dozens of feet engulfed it, and the sea surface erupted with a hydrogen bomb-like roar again.

"Mr. Fang!"

Wang Lele looked back, his clenched hands shaking violently.

Emperor Huang Wen's consciousness swept across the ocean, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Escape from underwater, what a stupid idea."

Ten miles away on the seabed, Fang Yuan's soul sensed the crisis.

A giant hand broke through the water and pulled his soul out of the sea.

Emperor Huang Wen curled his lips and said, "Your spirit is still somewhat useful."

"Instead of lingering on, it's better to be the nourishment of my Black Dragon Blade."

"metropolitan……"

Fang Yuan didn't have time to call for help before his soul was hit by the Xuanlong Sword.

Wang Xiaoke saw this scene and was extremely angry.

A powerful Yuanying master was killed, and he died to protect his family.

I just regret that my real body is not around, so I can’t unleash my full strength.

"You bold lunatic! How can I allow you to run wild in my Xiao family's territory?"

When a deep voice came, the expressions of several people changed slightly.

Wang Xiaoke looked over and saw a large black-feathered bird flying down from the sky.

The Xiao family ancestor slowly stood up, and the black bird under his feet turned into clouds and dissipated.

"I just came out of retreat, so I shouldn't be too late, right?"

He smiled, not hiding his peak Nascent Soul cultivation at all.