On the shore, the Southern Song cavalry rushed back and forth on the beach, all of them were covered in blood.

From all over the forest, the Qiongzhou army that had seen the battle here ran out and joined the melee group.

Although the Yuan army had more than 30,000, most of them were still resisting the Zhao and Luo fleet, which were pressing step by step. Many of them were sank to the sea. There were probably less than 10,000 soldiers who actually landed on the island, and many were shot by the arrows of the Southern Song army soldiers. At this time, there were only a few thousand. Some were on the horse in a panic, but it was difficult to form a formation. They were only killed by the cavalry and infantry of the Southern Song Dynasty.

The Flying Dragon Army stood behind the beach, but kept firing the Yuan army warships with artillery shells.

If it blows into one ship, the Yuan army will have to be fewer than hundreds of people.

What Zhao Dongting asked for was to destroy all the Yuan army and pirates, and did not feel sorry for the warships. As long as there was a territory, these were not a problem.

Le Wufeng and Murong Chuan were flushed when they fought, and their internal strength had reached its peak. After a fierce battle like a storm, the two finally suddenly retreated. Le Wufeng stood on the tip of the ship, while Murong Chuan stepped on the eaves of the cabin, still standing at each other.

Murong Chuan took a few breaths and sneered: "Your sword intent is nothing more than that."

"Is that true?"

Le Wufeng slowly swept his fingers across the long sword and said coldly: "Then try again."

At this moment, his breath suddenly changed, as if his whole person was like a sharp sword unsheathed, and his sharp aura rushed straight into the sky.

The sword intent gathers the swordsman's unique understanding of swordsmanship and all the energy and spirit, which is the sword intent.

Le Wufeng's figure condescends and sweeps towards Murong Chuan again.

A cold light flashed across the sword.

When he got closer, Murong Chuan waved his sword to resist, but his sword seemed to be extremely fast, it seemed that he could not keep up with Le Wuquan's sword shadow.

The picture suddenly stagnated at this moment.

Murong Chuan stared at Le Wuchen, and the sword in his hand slowly fell into the sea, "So, this is your sword...intention..."

The sword intent of joy is a kind of condensation of will that will not be destroyed by Loulan, and a kind of indomitable self-confidence.

This kind of sword intent seemed to make his sword moves unmatched. Even masters like Murong Chuan were greatly shocked, so he was defeated. His entire right arm was pierced by Le Wuquan's long sword.

However, Murong Chuan is not a mediocre hand after all. Even in this case, he still plucked up his internal strength and held Le Wuchen's long sword blade with his right hand.

After saying this, he suddenly pulled the blade out of his shoulder, took advantage of the momentum to float back and landed on the sea.

There are many broken wooden boards floating on the sea, as well as the corpses of soldiers and many messy things. With Murong Chuan's attainments in light skills, he can completely use these things to walk on the sea.

He had just fallen to the sea, and his toes gently tapped on the things floating in the sea water. He was like a predatory seagull, rushing towards the shore at a very fast speed. Even the big waves were just walking on flat ground under his feet.

Le Wuchen's face was indifferent, and he was chasing him quickly while walking behind.

"What a pity!"

On the shore, Zhao Dongting, who was so excited about seeing with a telescope, slapped his legs and sighed.

If the sword had stabbed Murong Chuan's chest just now, then he would probably not be able to survive. Now he is just trashing his arm, which is obviously not enough to kill Murong Chuan's life.

Seeing the two of them walking on the waves on the sea, Zhao Dongting was so envious.

Although he has internal strength, he does not have the ability to use light skills. If he falls into the sea, he will only sink.

There were Yuan and Southern Song soldiers fighting everywhere on the beach. Zhao Da and Zhao Hu couldn't help but feel excited. They had already asked Zhao Dongting for his orders and led two hundred flying dragon troops to fight forward. Although they were all Zhao Dongting's treasures, Zhao Dongting also knew very well that without experiencing the baptism of the battlefield, they would never be the most elite warriors.

Le Wu's eyes were staring at the sea, and she never spoke, and she was full of nervousness.

Not long after, Murong Chuan and Le Wuxuan rushed to the shore one after another.

As soon as Murong Chuan's feet landed on the ground, his left hand lit a few times on his right arm like a dragonfly squirting water, pointing the acupoint to stop bleeding. At the same time, his feet kept rushing forward, and took advantage of the opportunity to pull out a sword from the ground, but he never looked back and fought with Le for free.

He knew that in his current state, he could no longer be a Le Wuquan opponent. Five or sixty percent of his strength was on the right hand of the sword.

But now, his right arm is pierced, and his right hand can be said to be temporarily disabled.

Perhaps, he will never have the chance to surpass Lei Wugong in his life. This makes Murong Chuan's heart full of hatred.

Zhao Dongting was a little stunned because he saw Murong Chuan passing by the soldiers fighting, and they were running towards him.

This is really a coincidence. In such night, even with Murong Chuan's eyesight, it is impossible to see hundreds of meters away.

Zhao Dongting ordered with a calm face: "Prepare for war!"

The Feilong soldiers raised their weapons straight ahead and were ready to fight.

When Murong Chuan leaped dozens of meters ahead of them, Lewu shouted: "Dad!"

Le Wufeng was slightly shocked and then he was overjoyed, "Wu'er!"

When Murong Chuan Xunsheng saw Zhao Dongting riding on a horse, he gritted his teeth. The hatred actually drove him a little faster.

He has confidence in his strength, and now he is so evil that he is brave enough to kill Zhao Dongting.

Zhao Dongting waved his hand, pointed at Murong Chuan, and shouted: "Kill!"

More than two hundred Feilong soldiers crossed the crowd.

Their strength is naturally not bad when they are in the top strokes of tens of thousands of soldiers. Each of them has agile steps and is full of vigor.

Murong Chuan was happy without paying any compensation after he was killed, and he just sneered in his heart.

Of course, he could see that Zhao Dongting's personal soldiers were all trainees, but if they were not included in the list of masters, they would be difficult to take them seriously. This is the confidence of top masters. Even if they were injured, these ordinary masters would not be able to capture his eyes.

He rushed straight to the front of the Feilong Army, holding a sword in his left hand, and roared.

The jingling of weapons.

Two of the Feilong Army soldiers were killed by Murong Chuan in the blink of an eye.

Blood splattered on his face.

He just stared at Zhao Dongting fiercely, his steps were extremely agile, and he was shuttled through the strokes of the Flying Dragon Army, and he quickly came out.

More than two hundred flying dragon soldiers failed to stop him for a moment.

Le, who was behind, caught up with Murong Chuan for free and launched a fierce attack on Murong Chuan. But Murong Chuan just escaped and did not confront him head-on. It was not easy for him to kill Murong Chuan.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

Le Wuchen shouted, and saw Murong Chuan getting closer and closer to Zhao Dongting, and even wanted to throw the long sword in his hand out.

But he also knew that this method could not pose much threat to Murong Chuan.
Chapter completed!