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A few torpedo boats flew by, circling the Sea King.

He kept wandering around and shot out two deadly torpedoes.

In the explosion, the ship's hull was thrown fifteen degrees, severely damaged.

After Man Shu fought with Dragon One and Ye Zheng for two moves, they didn't keep fighting. Instead, they leaped out of the shattered window and ran onto the deck.

The furious Ye Zheng picked up an M-4 from the ground and followed closely behind him. He finished all the magazine but did not hit the target.

Just then, Gao Xiaowen and Han Ruolin supported the pale Murong Xin out of the smoke filled cabin and onto the wide deck.

Remnants of the Trident in the hold of the ship

Under Wei Lianmu's lead, the soldiers also fled onto the deck.

In the air, there were six helicopters circling around. Ye Zheng had been hit by three Mignon Bow [1].

It was locked.

This kind of weapon could fire thousands of bullets per minute. It was simply impossible to dodge.

"Sea King!"

Around him, more than a dozen speedboats and torpedo boats were cruising, armed with seven-pointed stars.

The soldiers controlled their automatic weapons and aimed at the people on the deck. Some of them shot "electromagnetic suction discs" with long ropes towards the damaged hull.

Climb up.

The tide is up?

"Seven-pointed Star!"

The organization's operation this time was truly unexpected. It was well planned, bold, and fierce!

They seemed to have made up their minds long ago that they would kill their enemy, "Trident", with lightning speed.

The main force annihilated.

The Seven-pointed Star on the deck

As more and more soldiers gathered, Man Shu and Qian Donglong stood at the bow of the ship, smiling as if they were victors.

Ye Zheng sighed, threw his weapon on the ground and said: It's you guys who have won.

"Even though Mr. Ye lost, he is still honorable."

Man Shu said with a smile.

"You don't need to wear a high hat."

Ye Zheng said coldly.

"A wise man knows what to do. Our Seven Stars High Lord loves Mr. Ye very much."

Man Shu patiently consoled him, "I know that Mr. Ye misunderstood our organization and even killed many of our soldiers. But the High Lord said: As long as you can participate in the Seven Light Star, we will let bygones be bygones and give you a position of respect."

"I'll go with you. However, spare them. "

Ye Zheng heaved a long sigh, and pointed at the few dozen remaining "Trident" on the deck.

Members.

"Murong Xin is an important prisoner to us. The High Lord said that his life cannot be harmed."

The voice of Dragon One was cold and ear-piercing. "As for the others, we shall kill them without mercy."

Murong Xin was severely injured, and after spending a lot of effort, he finally managed to gather some inner strength.

At this moment, he deliberately pretended to be exhausted. Coughing violently, he bent down and wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand. The back of his hand was once again stained with dark red blood.

"Old man, you have to come with us."

Qian Tang proudly took two steps toward him. "The journey will be very long. I hope you can endure until the end."

Suddenly, Murong Xin's eyes lit up, he straightened his body and released his palms. Dragon One felt that his body was being dragged by something, and could not help but fall towards Murong Xin.

Murong Xin did his best to learn this in his life. His hands flew everywhere as he used an exquisite method to capture Dragon One's pulse in one hand and his strong neck in the other.

Surrounding the Seven-pointed Star

The members were afraid of injuring him, so they didn't dare to shoot.

Dragon One was a first-rate expert with unparalleled martial arts, but it was impossible to guard against, and was actually captured by Murong Xin in one move.

"Back off!"

Murong Xin screamed.

He had already made up his mind to take the risk and capture Dragon One.

The important work will be taken as hostages, and efforts will be made to get out of danger.

Although the odds were against him, he was determined to take the risk.

Seeing that Murong Xin's attack was successful, Ye Zheng guessed his intention and quickly stepped forward to help him.

This move was already a success, but Murong Xin's body was in a mess and his energy was running out.

One Thousand Sunsets felt that the strength in his hand that was grabbing his throat was not enough, so he turned his right hand around and pushed Murong Xin's arm away while preparing to strike Murong Xin's body with his left leg.

With Murong Xin's current condition, if he was hit by Qian Tang's Knee Strike, even if he didn't die, he would at least be heavily injured.

In this life or death situation, Thousand Tang only felt the wind whistling past his ears, Ye Zheng's iron fist had already almost reached his temple, he could only give it up and turn around to face Ye Zheng.

"Bang!"

Murong Xin's palm caught Ye Zheng's fist that was flying towards him. Murong Xin only felt a bone piercing pain as his palm bone nearly broke.

He quickly retreated, and only then did he manage to absorb most of the force behind the punch.

Ye Zheng knew that if he let Qian Tang pull away from him, he would not have another chance. Thus, he gritted his teeth, slid forward with his left leg supporting him, and kicked Qian Tang's head with his right leg.

If it was a face-to-face battle, if Dragon One and Ye Zheng did not use 50 moves, it would be hard to determine the victor.

However, Ye Zheng was feeling anxious in his heart, the range of his kick was extremely large, he was practically channeling all of his energy into the kick, not holding back at all.

The thousand palm turned into a blade and struck Ye Zheng's lower leg. Ye Zheng's bones ached as he staggered and knelt on one knee.

"You're courting death!"

Qian Tang shouted as he raised his palm, preparing to cut Ye Zheng's neck.

Ye Zheng's body fiercely leaped up, and similarly brandished his palm blade, raising it up. This palm, was infused with inner strength, and with the determination to kill together, it was unstoppable.

Qian Tang didn't dare to face him head on. He leaped backwards until he was ten feet away. The clothes on his chest were torn, revealing a wound. Blood was flowing out.

Ye Zheng's palm strike, was actually not inferior to a sharp weapon!

If the thousand dragons had dodged slightly slower, their bellies would have been ripped open long ago.

Murong Xin sighed to himself: This young man Ye Zheng, with outstanding talent, was actually able to, in such a short period of time, channel his internal energy into the blade of his palm, and attack others from afar.

If his cultivation had been a bit higher, then he would have been able to use his palm to cut Dragon One apart a bit longer. At this time, Dragon One had already died by his hands.

However, in this situation, even if he killed Dragon One, he would still die under the firearm.

"A whole new level of respect."

Although he was not angry, he was happy and revealed an appreciative smile.

"No wonder the High Lord appreciates Mr. Ye."

When Man Shu saw that the thousand hall's injuries were not serious, she was not worried at all.

"Now, I have no other choice."

Ye Zheng knew that the good chance was gone, with his own skills, he would not be able to instantly capture Qian Tang or Man Shu as a hostage, he could only sigh.

Gao Xiaowen suddenly walked out with a high-explosive grenade in her right hand, which she placed in front of her chest. Her fingers held onto the ring as she said loudly with a sneer on her face, "Let them go."

"Little girl, if you self-destruct, it might save us the trouble of making a move."

Man Shu chuckled.

"If I blow myself up into pieces, the High Lord will definitely regret it."

Gao Xiaowen smiled slightly and said: "My real name is Murong Xue, the daughter of Doctor Mu Rong Cheng. I am the Red Tide Serum! "