Many bandits came after them, and everyone on the island was dispatched and rushed to the port.

Seeing that the port ahead was not far away, Yang Zheng suddenly stopped and said to Hong Niangzi: "You go first, there will be someone there to pick you up, I'll stop them first."

The Hongniang nodded and ran away with her subordinates.

Yang Zheng held a knife in his left and right hands, staring at the thieves calmly at the swarming bandits. His eyes were like the bottomless dark pool, reflecting countless figures. The movements of these figures slowed down a hundred times. When a bandit in front held a knife and slashed it, Yang Zheng shook his hand and swung the two swords as fast as lightning.

The bandit's upper body rubbed against Yang Zheng, but his lower body remained on the ground, and his organs flew around.

The strange scene stopped the crazy bandits.

Yang Zheng had already turned in, and his two knives quickly rotated, with his body as the center, a ray of snow burst out.

His body had already hidden in the sword light, and his whole body looked like a shiny white ball.

But the bandit who touched the white ball would be injured if it didn't die.

If you slow down to the top, you will be grinded into meat by white balls.

While Yang Zheng was fighting, Hongniang finally arrived at the dock. At night, the ships kept floating and undulating with the waves. However, these strange ships, the group of women's soldiers were helpless and stood on them and felt their abdomen churning.

At this moment, an octopus boat slowly approached.

The Hongniang and the others were immediately alert, holding knives and staring at the ship.

A figure came out of the cabin and whispered: "Get on the boat quickly, the master asked me to wait here."

"Who are you? Who is your master?"

The figure pointed to Yang Zheng who was fighting in the distance: "It's him, he is my master. Hurry up, it's too late."

He is the Maltese Sergeant controlled by Yang Zheng.

Does Hong Niang have any choice?

At this time, she had no choice but to leave her fate and quickly boarded the ship with her subordinates.

As soon as he approached the man wearing an octopus robber uniform, the face of the Red Lady quickly sank, and rushed onto the man, pushed the man onto the cabin, held the man's neck with a knife, and sternly said: "Lie, you are from the island."

She used a knife to open the man's veil and collar, and indeed saw the breathing hole on his neck.

When he was about to stab him to death, Malta hurriedly said, "Kill me, can you escape? Can you drive this ship? I know I am from the island, but now I only listen to the master."

Although Hong Niangzi had a hot personality, she was definitely not a fool. When the hull swayed, she even vomited. Her group of men all turned pale and she barely stood up straight. How could she still ride a boat?

After looking at Yang Zheng who was still fighting in the distance, the Hong Madam suddenly grabbed him and said coldly: "Drive the boat now, hurry up."

Maltha said in surprise: "No, wait until the master comes before leaving...Oh."

Before he finished speaking, he screamed and held the left hand that had a little finger missing. The Hongmao wiped his clothes with a blood-stained knife expressionlessly, and said in a cold voice: "You have no choice, drive the boat immediately, otherwise I will cut off your flesh piece by piece."

The desire for life finally broke through the blockade of the soul. Malta muttered a few words, but finally chose to compromise.

But when he walked into the cabin, he suddenly let out a strange roar.

"What are you calling?" Hong Madam rushed up and punched him in the chin, sending half of his whistle into his stomach.

But this was enough. When Yang Zheng heard the whistle, he knew that Malta was going to drive the boat.

And at this moment he was trapped in the siege of the octopus thieves.

Yang Zheng found the right direction and shouted loudly. The shadow of the sword that had originally surrounded his body dispersed in an instant. More than ten people on the left and right fell to the ground. He retracted the knife and lifted the knife in one fell swoop, forming a sharp breakthrough, running towards the port.

The ship had already started moving, and Yang Zheng did not care about his injury.

He was prepared to break through with all his heart, letting the sword around him fall on him. Only the bandits who were blocking him would be chopped up by him with ruthless strength.

Just after chasing and fighting, Yang Zheng ran dozens of meters and got closer and closer to the dock.

The ship left the port for more than ten meters.

"Damn it!" Yang Zheng had already figured it out in an instant. Malta must have been restrained by the Hongniang, otherwise he would never have left himself and ran away.

This Hongmao really has a good personality. At this time, Yang Zheng was not angry. He just chopped over the last two bandits and rushed to the port in a few steps.

Thirty meters...twenty meters...twice...tw...tw...

It was almost here, and he bent his feet.

Just as he was about to jump up, Yang Zheng suddenly felt a palpitation.

In the dark night, countless bowstrings sounded.

The whistling arrows rushed towards them like rain.

"Night Arrow!"

Yang Zheng was shocked and angry. His unique tactics were actually used by a group of robbers. You can imagine his mood at this moment.

The arrows swallowed by the darkness have no luster to reflect.

Only the sound of powerful arrows cutting through the air.

Yang Zheng forced himself to press down his body that was about to bounce and shouted at the ship that was twenty meters away from the port: "Avoid, avoid it quickly, rain of arrows."

After shouting, he didn't care about being embarrassed and rolled on the ground.

The next moment.

The dense arrows have arrived.

In the water, the pier, like raining, pulling up waves.

Puff puff puff

Dongdongdongdongdong

Arrow branches falling at different places make different sounds.

During the rapid rolling, severe pain came from time to time, but fortunately, the high-speed rotation made Yang Zheng remove most of the force of the arrow, and his muscles were much denser than ordinary people. The arrows only made shallow blood holes on him, and did not cause any major damage.

With a plop, Yang Zheng fell into the water.

The cold river water made him feel energetic. He flipped in the water, kicked on the rock, and went straight to the bottom of the river. There were still arrows coming around him. He was blocked by the river and there was no more power. Yang Zheng found the right direction and kept swimming at the bottom of the river.

This wave of arrow rain lasted for half a minute. When the arrows fell, Yang Zheng drilled out of the water and saw an octopus boat less than five meters ahead of him being tied into a hedgehog.

The moans from people came from the boat.

Yang Zheng swam quickly to the side of the boat and climbed onto the boat in a few steps.

I couldn't help but feel confused when I saw the scene on the boat.

More than a dozen men of Hong Niangzi fell there, each of whom had at least five or six arrows inserted into them.

Night arrows are silent ghosts in the dark.

No one can see the traces of it flying clearly, and ordinary avoidance is completely useless.

These women who finally escaped did not escape from the embrace of the god of death.

Only the only living mouth was left. Hong Madam sat on the deck with a tragic look on her face, letting her be tough no matter how tough her mind was, more than a dozen good sisters died in front of her in the blink of an eye. Several others blocked the terrible night arrow to protect her, and she was already seriously stimulated.

Even Yang Zheng did not respond when he appeared in front of her.

When I heard that the bandits gathered on the shore were cutting off the ropes that tied the boat, many people whined and jumped onto the boat, and more bandits jumped directly into the water.

Yang Zheng knew that there was not much time left for them.

If these monsters with cheeks catch up, even ten Yang Zhengs will definitely die in the water.

He yelled: "Malta, get out quickly, I know you're fine."

A nerdy head came out of the cabin, and Maltha smiled and said, "Master."

Seeing this guy was wet all over, he had already dived when the night arrow shot.

He is a member of the island, and he is obviously better than the Hongniang and the others to understand the power of the night arrow and escapes his life.

Yang Zheng didn't care about his vulgar expression and shouted, "Why do you have prepared? Don't tell me that there is no one, otherwise we will die."

“Yes, yes, are all here.”

Yang Zheng followed Maltha into the cabin and saw a pile of wooden barrels filling the room.

"Hurry up, smash it and pour it into the river, hurry up."

The two of them desperately broke the wooden barrel and poured the black and pungent liquid inside into the river.

A layer of black oil suddenly floated on the river surface, and spread rapidly as the waves swelled.

At this time, the bottom of his feet suddenly trembled slightly. Yang Zheng's face changed. He pulled out his sword and stabbed it down. Only the knife handle was left. When he pulled it out, a stream of blood surged, and river water was flowing up with the blood.

"Hurry up, ignite the fire, someone is already drilling the boat."

Malta quickly threw a torch into the river.

boom.

The flames were swallowed and spread quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a sea of ​​fire formed on the river surface. The ships that rushed closer suddenly fell into the sea of ​​fire and screamed.

"You put holes in these wooden barrels and throw them out, stop pouring them down, speed up, throw out all useless things, and reduce the weight of the hull."

After Yang Zheng instructed Maltha, he rushed to the deck, grabbed the bodies on the deck and threw them out.
To be continued...