The Dragon from Hell

Wu Mian was stunned when he heard this.

Indeed, Qin Feng has not relied on himself to come to this point.

He is the new Dragon Lord, and behind him stands the legend of Dragon Country martial arts - Long Daoling.

How strong Long Daoling was in the past is recognized by the world martial arts.

But soon, Wu Mian showed a hint of cruelty: "Haha, no matter how strong Long Daoling is, it is just a thing of the past."

"Not to mention that he is old now, even if he is not, he is just a worldly martial artist."

"Do you think that even if he comes, he can be compared with Mr. Mo?"

"Even if he can, will he come? Don't forget where we are now!"

He carefully selected the venue for today's gathering, and deliberately chose it on the river.

Looking from the French windows in the hall, it was pitch black outside and boundless.

Here, even if Qin Feng had reinforcements, I am afraid they would not be able to arrive in time.

From the beginning, he did not want the people of Panlong Palace to get off the boat alive.

Dou Yi was already very anxious at this time, and quickly pulled Dou Longyang's clothes: "Dad, what should we do now?"

Dou Longyang stared at the injured Qin Feng, gritted his teeth and said: "Wait a little longer!"

He always felt that Qin Feng would not die so easily.

On the day he betrayed Wu Mian, he already knew the existence of Mr. Mo and Sixth Uncle, and naturally knew that today was a dead end set by Wu Mian for him.

In this case, how could he really come without any preparation?

Qin Feng covered his chest, swallowed the blood that had already surged up, stood up and looked at Wu Mian, and smiled slightly: "Who told you that they can't come?"

"Haha, I think you are the last gasp, and you are only stubborn." Wu Mian looked at him disdainfully.

But at this moment, a strong light suddenly came from the river surface, passed through the French window, and illuminated half of the river surface and the hall together.

Wu Mian was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously shouted: "Who is it!"

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard a flute sound.

The flute sound came from the river, and it was Canghai's laughter.

When the first sound came out, the French windows of the entire hall shook for no reason.

The sound of the flute was like a sword coming out of its sheath, and the moment it sounded, it brought a lot of murderous intent.

Not only ordinary people, but even Mr. Mo and Uncle Liu frowned when they heard the flute sound.

"This flute sound... has sword energy!"

As soon as the voice fell, a small boat was seen floating slowly on the river, gradually approaching them.

On the small boat, there was a solitary lamp hanging at the stern, and a person stood at the bow.

No one was rowing the boat, but the boat was moving on its own.

The man at the bow held a flute horizontally in his hand, and the sound just now, like sword energy, came from his flute.

Although it was still far away, the sound of the flute was lingering.

Mr. Mo immediately fixed his eyes: "Stop talking nonsense, a master is here, strike first!"

After saying that, his figure flashed and he was already approaching Qin Feng.

Qin Feng immediately turned around to avoid the crisis.

However, Mr. Mo's speed was too fast, and his strength was so strong that Qin Feng could not dodge, so he could only grit his teeth and take it.

Because the opponent came suddenly, although he could take this attack, it would definitely cause great damage to himself.

However, in the face of danger, he couldn't care so much!

But just when Mr. Mo was about to approach Qin Feng, the sound of the flute suddenly became short, urgent and fierce.

——Buzz!

The sound of air vibration came, accompanied by the sound of a floor-to-ceiling window shattering!

The floor-to-ceiling windows of this cruise ship are all made of bulletproof material. Even the glass that cannot be penetrated by a pistol was shattered by the sound of the flute!

Moreover, after the glass was shattered, a wave of air with a murderous aura rushed straight towards Master Mo, and even the naked eye could see the huge waves of air being raised!

"Not good!"

Master Mo suddenly opened his eyes wide, immediately retracted his hand that was attacking Qin Feng, and dodged the oncoming wave of air.

He turned over, and the whole person turned in the air and landed.

Wu Mian subconsciously went to meet him: "Master Mo, are you okay?"

Master Mo's face was livid, and he didn't say anything.

He looked down, and the white Tang suit that was originally worn was now stained with blood on the lower abdomen, and the clothes were also torn.

Uncle Six was horrified when he saw this: "What a sharp sword energy!"

He didn't expect that the flute sound that suddenly sounded was not a real flute sound at all.

It was sword energy, and the other party was using the flute as a sword!

"Master..."

Master Mo couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly, and could only see a vague black shadow approaching from far away.

They were getting nervous, but the people in Panlong Palace were suddenly excited.

I didn't expect that there would be someone who couldJust hurt Master Mo's master!

Master Mo ignored the wound on his abdomen, which was just a superficial wound for him.

He shouted to the river: "I am Mo Wentian from Tiexian Mountain Villa. Which hero is asking for passage here?"

"If you are just passing by, we can pull over now."

"If you want to sit on the boat, I'm sorry, this boat is not open to guests today!"

He reported the mountain gate, trying to test whether the other party was a master with a quirky personality who happened to pass by.

If so, it would be okay for them to make way and save a lot of trouble.

But the other party ignored him and continued to play the flute.

As the tune of the flute gradually reached a climax, the vibration in the air became stronger and stronger.

The whole ship seemed to be in the wind and waves, and the huge cruise ship was shaking on the river!

Wu Mian was angry: "Who are you? Are you trying to go against our Wumeng by showing up and meddling in other people's business at this time?"

Mo Wentian wanted to stop him, but he spoke too quickly and failed to stop him.

"Hehe..."

As soon as Wu Mian finished speaking, he heard a faint laugh on the river.

This laugh was ambiguous and without any emotion, as if it was just an illusion.

In fact, many people did regard it as an illusion.

After all, the boat was still a certain distance away from them, but the laughter just now was clearly audible.

Many people even subconsciously looked at the people next to them, thinking that the people next to them were laughing.

Hearing this flute sound, Mo Wentian's brows were completely tied into a knot.

"My friend, do you really want to meddle in other people's business?"

In response to him, there were flute sounds one after another, mixed with sword energy.

Mo Wentian didn't care about so much at the moment. He flew up and blocked Wu Mian directly. At the same time, he drew a very hidden soft sword from his waist.

——Dang!

What surprised everyone was that his soft sword should have been confronting the air, but when he swung it towards the raised air wave, it actually made a sound of metal collision!

What was even more unbelievable was that although Mo Lao had been resisting, a blood mist burst out from his body from time to time.

He was injured!