Although I can\'t see what the shaking figure is doing, Ling Qingyu\'s heart is raised high by the figure falling from the mast and the blood flowing down.

Cheng Jia looked at the deck and then looked at the mast. Although the number of Xie family on the deck was absolutely dominant, it was only the five people who could not attack the Ling family for a while. Once there were casualties in those five people for a while, there must be another person to make up for them, forming a large formation, protecting each other with their backs, and the knife was as bright as a net. When the number of people was small, they just killed the enemy step by step to gain the upper hand.

There was no suspense below. Cheng Jia unconsciously looked at the mast again. In this battle, all the people of the Ling family performed their respective duties, and there was no one on the deck to look up. Were they too confident in Yan San, or did Yan San have to stop those flowery Miao people?

Cheng Jia\'s eyes looked down again, but he saw that the cabin door in the corner had been pushed open, and someone secretly came out of it and made a sign to Wang xuanzhi\'s guard on the deck. Cheng Jia\'s eyes immediately shrunk, and instinctively stood up to press Ling Qingyu against the wall.

The stabbing pain of the sharp blade into the body made Cheng Jiatong exhale, Xie Sanlang rushed over with a roar, and the short sword in the hand of another boy who had been close to him also flashed cold light.

Wang xuanzhi hit the boy sideways and hit him to the ground. The short sword in the boy\'s hand cut a deep hole in his thigh.

Shadow thirteen knocked into the door and came in. As soon as the boy was about to get up, he nailed him to the ground with a sword, and the other boy was also knocked over by Xie Sanlang.

"Thirteen! Down!" Lingqingyu screamed, and a corner on the deck had been in chaos because of the rebellion of the Wang\'s guards and the boys.

"I\'ll go." Su Mu answered outside and flew down.

"Bookcase, your childe was hurt by them!" Su Mu shouted to Cheng Jia\'s boy who was still catching poisons, and then jumped on the king\'s boy who had chopped down several soldiers.

"What!? dare to hurt my childe! I want you to die, I want you to die!" The bookcase trampled a centipede to death, picked up a knife and cut it at another Wangs boy. Then he asked, "my son is not dead, is he?"

"Cheng Jia!" Ling Qingyu hugged Cheng Jia, who fell soft on his body, and looked down. He had a bright short sword inserted in his abdomen.

Cheng Jia shivered with pain, but still said with a smile, "Jia... This is... For you... There is... Help... Grace..."

"Saburo! Go and bring the stone up!" Ling Qingyu looked up and shouted, and then said to Cheng Jia, "don\'t worry, it\'s not the key, it\'ll be fine."

The scream of the cabin below and the chaotic running made Yan San\'s mind suddenly awake. His falling body twisted in the air, and his toes hooked on the mast rope and bounced back from the other side of the mast.

The big ghost struck Yan San with a palm. Obviously, he saw that his eyes had been scattered and fell down, but he didn\'t expect that he would attack from behind again, but his moves had been used, and he couldn\'t escape anymore. He said in a hate voice, "Yan San, you kill our 18 ghosts today, and in the future, our 99 people in southern Xinjiang will take your life!"

"Then you should die first." After harvesting the ghost\'s life, Yan San said faintly, and then swept to the main cabin with only his remaining strength.

"Don\'t worry, it\'s a piece of cake for us, stonework!" Put people down on the soft couch, stone road.

"Qingyu?" Ling Qingyu just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Yan San\'s anxious call outside the door.

"I\'m fine!" Lingqingyu answered and looked back. Yan San was covered in blood and stumbled in from the outside, borrowing the strength of the door frame.

Ling Qingyu hurried up, caught his body and hurriedly said, "Yan San!"

"Are you okay?" Yan San smiled and confirmed that she was all right, so she couldn\'t hold on any longer and fainted.

"God! Why did you make yourself like this again!" Shi Fang shouted, first stuffed a pill for Yan San to swallow forcibly, then asked the little apprentice to bandage Wang xuanzhi, and then said to Cheng Jia, "you can\'t bear it first, you can\'t die, I\'m afraid you\'re going to die." Also stuffed a medicine to him, and then followed Ling Qingyu to the inner room and tore Yan San\'s clothes open.

Cheng Jia propped up slightly. From the open door, he could see the ferocious wound on the man and the murmuring black blood.

He killed the eighteen ghosts in southern Xinjiang alone? That\'s how he fought. That\'s why she values him so much! Cheng Jia lay back and felt a sharp pain in her wound.

"Boss, they want to escape!"

"Push the crossbow up and smash their boat!" Chen Liang killed an enemy, wiped the sweat and blood on his face, and roared.

The Xie family soldiers on the ship are retreating, and the Xie family\'s ship is also turning around.

The combo crossbow was pushed out again. The soldiers did not aim, and directly shot the huge arrow at the other party\'s hull.

"Get back! Get back!" Third master Xie shouted with a ferocious look on his face. If you don\'t quit again, I\'m afraid that these people will be killed! What is the most difficult eighteen ghosts in southern Xinjiang! Wulin people really can\'t believe it.

"Third Master, there are still people who haven\'t returned."

"No matter how much, get back!"

Bang bang! A few loud noises, huge steel arrows shot into the hull below.

The Xie family\'s ship and the Aeolus were connected. Now they retreated at the same time, but they blocked their own way. They collided left and right, but they couldn\'t retreat. More and more indiscriminate steel arrows on the Aeolus shot over, and several of them hit the same position, and a big hole was pierced.

auzw. "Third Master! There is a leak below!"

"Third Master, the boat can\'t hold!"

Third master Xie looked at the hull that was shot with holes in despair, and suddenly remembered what brother said, why do we have to work for the Wang family? We are already a rich family in Guangzhou. Even if we don\'t go to sea, the income is enough for us to start a business.

Just for this ship, the goddamn Aeolus!

All the steel arrows on the ship have been fired. Chen Liang and the soldiers stood beside the ship and watched the three Xie\'s ships stagger and sink as they walked.

The tip of the knife was dripping with blood, and the light armor on his body was also worn out. The golden sunset sun haloed his body.

Commander Zhang looked at those people who had fought for two hours and threw away the waist knife. He also took pride in his heart. I, Zhang Cheng, have fought today!

Many teenagers ran out from under the cabin, carrying large boxes in their hands and dressing the wounded.

"Are these?" Commander Zhang pointed to the boy and asked. During the battle, he found that if there were serious injuries, they would be sent to the lower cabin.

"Don\'t worry, doctor Shi\'s disciples, their medical skills are much better than ordinary doctors." Chen Liang looked at the main cabin with a worried look and said, "but doctor Shi is not here. I\'m afraid someone on it is seriously injured."

"Don\'t touch those people! They are poisonous!" A teenager shouted, and then let people avoid the eighteen bodies.

"Eighteen ghosts in southern Xinjiang!" The bookcase turned and asked Su mu, "is Yan San still human?"

"It\'s not the problem of injury! He was poisoned by dozens of poisons. How can I solve it?" The stone cried, and his eyes were red.

"Then there\'s nothing I can do?" Ling Qingyu\'s eyes were red and roared.

Seeing that Shi Fang shook his head sadly, Ling Qingyu sat beside the bed, helped Yan San up and said, "you can\'t help it, I have."

"What can you do!" The stone voice fell down, and Ling Qingyu picked up the short sword in Yan San\'s hand, cut his wrist at himself, and then put his wrist close to his mouth.

"Yan San, come on, drink it, just drink it." Ling Qingyu whispered, pressing the wound on his wrist close to his lips and pulling his lips open to let his blood flow in.

"Yes, you are invincible, and may be useful." The stone whispered and stepped back two steps.

"Yan San, don\'t scare me. Look, there are so many people who want my life. How can you be willing to leave me?" Ling Qingyu whispered in Yan San\'s ear, tears rolling down uncontrollably.

Yan San\'s throat moved, swallowed a mouthful of blood, and then swallowed another mouthful.

Seeing that the blood on his wrist showed signs of solidification, Ling Qingyu cut a sword again, and then pressed his wrist on his mouth. Looking at the murmuring blood flowing in, Ling Qingyu whispered, "Yan San, please, you must come back, please..."

Trying to cut his wrist again, Yan San\'s hand loosened, and the dagger fell to the ground. Then his hand slightly held Ling Qingyu\'s hand, and a weak, inaudible voice overflowed from his mouth: "this... More painful..."

"It\'s really useful!" The spirit of stonework was suddenly inspired, and he rushed up with various tools and powder.

In this battle, the Aeolus lost a lot. Chen Liang\'s men also killed more than 60 people. Yan San was seriously injured and unconscious, and Cheng Jia and Wang xuanzhi were not lightly injured. Those officials of the mission were killed by the Wang family\'s attendants, leaving only a few who had hid in the cabin early morning. The remaining attendants of the Wang family were killed by Su Mu and the bookcase, the piano case, the painting case, and the chess case. Shen Zhan and Ding Dong\'s men also had many injured.

After a grand sea burial was held for the dead.

Ling Qingyu decided to drive directly to Lingjia village.

Cheng Jia\'s wound is in his lower abdomen. Fortunately, there is no key point there, while Wang xuanzhi\'s wound is in his thigh. There is nothing else. It must be inconvenient to move. The two CHILDES who have been pampered since childhood even hurt their fingers, which will alarm a large number of people. Now it is a big injury.

"Young master!" The bookcase wiped his tears, thinking that if he went back and showed it to the master, he was afraid that our four cases would become wood dregs.

"Prince!" The painting case bandaged Wang xuanzhi and wiped his tears.

"Shh!" Ling Qingyu hissed and whispered, "the scar is a man\'s medal. Why are you crying?"

Looking at the thick gauze on her raised wrist, Cheng Jia coughed and said, "how is he?"

"He can survive." Ling Qingyu whispered, and then said more firmly, "I will definitely survive."

When Ling Qingyu turned and went into the inner room, Wang xuanzhi said, "send me back."

"Prince?" The painting glanced at him suspiciously, and then looked at Cheng Jia. If he was injured, of course, it was this well lit and spacious cabin.

"Well, I\'ll go back, too." Cheng Jia motioned for help. Seeing that the two boys didn\'t move, he laughed and said, "hurry up, let\'s come back after Yan San wakes up." It\'s really not a good thing to watch her worry about that man, even if he admires that man from the bottom of his heart.