The man in white turned around, faced the five-colored brocade sail in the sunset, and slowly said, "Your swordsmanship is indeed unparalleled in this world."

The purple-clothed Hou Zhuo stood on the bow of the ship with a solemn expression: "Your elegance and spirit are really imitated by the martial artists all over the world, and I admire you very much."

His voice was still very plain, but it was clearly heard in everyone present, as if the battle just now was just a small warm-up.

However, Wang Dong had already noticed something was wrong. The purple-yi Hou's heart vein was still broken. It was now at the end of his strength. Fortunately, he had the Nine-Turn Life-Extension Pill in his hand, so he had no worries about his life.

The man in white was silent for a while before he spoke: "Today's defeat is unforgettable for the rest of his life. Seven years later, I will come again and wash away the humiliation of today's sword!"

He flew over a small boat, and his energy was activated, gradually disappearing deep into the sea and sky.

When many warriors on the shore saw this demon that seemed to be unbeatable, they finally lost. They were both surprised and happy. They were blocked by the rocks in their hearts, and immediately burst into uncontrollable laughter, singing and roaring, as if crazy!

Humans are more emotional animals!

Shui Tianji may not be very respectful to the Purple-clothed Marquis. The man in white came from the east with a sword, slaughtering countless masters, making it difficult for the entire Central Plains martial arts world to look up. Shui Tianji didn't care either!

But now being infected by the joyful emotions of the crowd, Shui Tianji couldn't help but smile: "Look at all these people are crazy? But if there are more lunatics in the martial arts world, there will be less sad things..."

She turned her head and waited for her to continue talking, but she looked closely. Where was Wang Dong's shadow there?

"Huh! Where did others go?"

Shui Tianji looked at Fang Lingyu and asked.

Fang Lingyu is introverted and taciturn. He may not be able to say anything even if he has ten days and half a month. Shui Tianji has long known Fang Lingyu's personality, so he asked casually, and did not expect Fang Lingyu to answer.

Unexpectedly, Fang Lingyu actually spoke this time!

"He is neither a lunatic, so he must hide away from him."

Shui Tianji was choked by this sentence, "Since that's the case, Ling Yu... why don't you leave?"

Shui Lingyu looked up slightly. Even though the sunset shone everywhere on the sea, she was still like a ghost hidden in the shadow, ethereal and illusory, staring at Shui Tianji coldly, and said for a long time: "Maybe it's just because I'm already crazy!"

Sailboats cross the sea like shuttles.

The man in white had a bow, and his body was still as straight as a javelin, without any expression on his face.

Suddenly, the man in white paused slightly, and the boat under his feet suddenly stopped.

On the sea directly in front of him, a man in blue stood.

The sunset shone in a slanted light, and the man in blue seemed to have a misty color on his face, and he couldn't see clearly.

The man in blue seemed to have no gravity, standing on the ocean with his hands on his back.

If this scene falls into the eyes of the secular people, I am afraid that I will immediately be regarded as the Dragon King on the Sea and the Gods!

The man in white looked at the other person.

There was a ferocious and huge shark under the feet of the man in blue, but the overlord in the sea was now bound by the supreme true power and could not be free.

The waves rolled, the green clothes blew, and Wang Dong moved forward as if he was hugged by the waves. In the blink of an eye, the man in white was approaching.

"I'm polite!" Wang Dong politely said with a slight politeness.

The man in white flashed his eyes and stared at Wang Dong for a while, then slowly said, "I don't expect that there are other masters like you in the world, except for the Marquis of Purple, but I don't know why you are from?"

Wang Dong said: "I just want to ask a few words?"

The man in white said, "Oh?"

Wang Dong said: "In order to seek martial arts, he did not hesitate to cross the ocean to challenge the masters of the world... This courage and mind are rare in the world and the firmness of will make people admire him very much, but I wonder if he has found his own way?"

The man in white lowered his eyes, stared at the black-shewn sword in his palm, and said lightly: "If you find it, why do you have to come back in seven years?"

Wang Dong smiled and said, "Although I lost today, I really won..."

The man in white said in the intercept: "Defeat is defeat, victory is victory."

Wang Dong didn't bother about this topic and asked again: "Where is your way now?"

The man in white said: "Depends in the sky."

Wang Dong raised the last question: "If you have the opportunity to do it again, will you still be willing to go this way?"

The man in white was not silent for long. His eyes slowly moved away from Wang Dong's body, looked up at a misty white cloud between the sky and the sea, and said leisurely: "I have dedicated this body to martial arts and give up my sword, and I have nothing to ask for."

Wang Dong sighed lightly: "It seems that I did something stupid today. I shouldn't have come to you..."

"Yes, you did something stupid." The man in white turned his eyes and Wang Dong, his cold eyes became hot again, and a sword sounded in his palm: "Please!"

Wang Dong said: "Please?"

The man in white said, "Please take action!"

Wang Dong said: "Your opponent is not me. I have prepared three opponents for you, seven years later..."

The man in white interrupted Wang Dong again and said coldly: "The most powerful opponent in the world is already in front of me. I have been waiting for a moment, let alone seven years?"

Amid the clear and passionate dragon roar, the long sword in the white-clothed man's palm was unsheathed.

The sword light like a shocking rainbow and lightning flew out, and the white shadow flashed. In an instant, he had attacked forty-nine swords. Each sword was a sword of absolute killer, extremely sharp and tearing apart the sky!

Dingding Ding Ding!!!

Just like rain hitting a banana leaf, crisp sounds continued to sound. Wang Dong used his hand to point his sword. The sword light flew over, and his sword finger was already pointed out.

The man in white attacked forty-nine swords, and Wang Dong also returned forty-nine sword fingers. Each finger pointed the sword sharply. Only a sound of gold and iron clashed and exploded. The sword in the man in white collared at the same time, cracking and cracking into countless pieces.

"You are not as good as me. Just now, when you fought with the Ziyi Hou, your sword energy was even more exhausted, far from the peak. How can you fight with me now?"

Wang Dong's figure floated backwards, floating further and further away, and Niao Niao's words came.

"Seven years later, someone will come to be your opponent in the coast of the East China Sea..."

Wang left his body as lightning as lightning, heading straight towards the five-color sailboat. This time he did something stupid. He asked the man in white?

How could Tao be asked?

Even if the man in white has attained enlightenment, his Tao is not the Tao of Wang Dong!

On the coast of the East China Sea, as the man in white left, the Marquis of Ziyi could no longer suppress his injuries. He vomited blood on the spot, looking at him dying.

This martial arts emperor who has been dominating the world for decades is about to die, but the martial arts heroes present have different mentalities when they see it.

Some people sighed and left with regret, at most they lamented the impermanence of the world. Even if they were as strong as the Marquis of Purple, they would inevitably die. Some people had ulterior motives, and many ghost tricks were planned to be used on the descendants of the Marquis of Purple!

The wealth on the five-color sailing ship is as rich as a country.

The invincible martial arts of the Purple-Yi Hou!

All of this is mouth-watering. Without the protection of the Purple Marquis, the five-color sailboat is like a young child walking in a bustling city with gold, which will inevitably attract countless covetous and greedy eyes.

The five-color sailboat has not left much, and some people can't help but take action. More than twenty boats blocked the way, and a large number of men in black boarded the five-color sailboat, burning, killing and looting.

Shui Tianji, Hu Buchou, Fang Baoyu and others were also on the boat and hurriedly took action to resist, but the group of men in black had extraordinary martial arts, which forced Shui Tianji to retreat.

But she finally recognized the other party's identity.

This group of men in black revealed that they were bandits in the Green Forest, but in fact they were a group of so-called righteous heroes. The leader was Peng Qing, the "Star Picking Hand", who was very famous in chivalrous.

Peng Qing and others were not afraid of their identity when Shui Tianji exposed it. They had regarded the five-colored sailboat as their belongings. As long as they were forced to find out where the treasure of Ziyi Hou was, they would not intend to leave a living mouth.

Of course, they must enjoy it before killing everyone on the ship.

"Well, the old dog, Ziyi Hou, is finally dead... Haha! Now the uncle not only wants to seize your treasures and martial arts, but also enjoy your concubine. See if you dare to be above you?" A man in black smiled and rushed towards the maids on the boat.

His figure had just rushed out, but when he saw the golden light flashing, the man had already flew out, and hit the bulkhead with a bang, falling down as if he had no bones.

The men in black were all shocked. They all recognized the man in black who flew out as "The Monument Opening Hand". Not only did the iron palm skill of one hand be unique in the martial arts world, there were few people who could not be underestimated.

"Who is the rat that dares to attack?" Peng Qingli, the star-picker, shouted, his eyes as lightning, and he glanced outside the cabin.

But there was no need for him to search carefully, and a man in blue walked in slowly.

"Prince Wang!" Zhu'er, Ling'er, and the maids on the boat were overjoyed. Even Shui Tianji, Hu Buchou and others breathed a sigh of relief. They still don't know the depth of Wang Dong's martial arts skills, but they thought that they should be at least a new force.

Peng Qing could not see Wang Dong's background, so he did not take action at the first time. His eyes flashed: "Who is you? If he is also a treasure for the Ziyi Marquis, his martial arts and these beautiful concubines came, there is no need to fight for it. This is enough for us to divide it."

Wang Dong didn't even look at him, and walked straight forward.

Whoosh swish swish swish...

The four figures winked at each other and flew out behind Wang Xing. A cold light flashed, and the four weapons pulled out and suddenly fell towards Wang Xing.

"Be careful, young master!"

Zhu'er, Ling'er and others screamed in shock, reminding Wang Dong, but they had not yet heard a muffled sound. The four figures were already vomiting blood from the sky, and their chests collapsed and flew backwards, and they could not survive!

"What? How is this possible?"

There were many people in black present, at least forty or fifty people. Each of them was a martial arts master, but no one saw how Wang Dong took action just now.

As a result, Peng Qing and others were even more afraid and did not dare to do it easily!

"Master!" A petite white shadow pounced into Wang Dong's arms. The little princess raised her head, her eyes filled with tears. She was no longer as weird as before, and she looked unusually weak: "Master, my father, he..."

She couldn't help crying without finishing a word.

Wang Dong stroked her little head gently and said, "No hurry, since I'm here, your father will be fine."

As he said that, he looked at Shui Tianji.
To be continued...