Chapter 635 Father, son and brothers join the battle

Xingyue Island was in chaos, and the Giant Whale Navy was even more panicked.

At the beginning, the Giant Whale Navy was so aggressive. They faced a group of farmers in ordinary clothes, and they were so confident. Dozens and hundreds of people rushed towards the farmers as soon as they landed on the battlefield.

In their view, these farmers were like a group of lambs to be slaughtered, but the result was that the two sides just collided and suffered heavy casualties.

Then the farmers on the opposite side actually rushed to kill one by one. At this time, they suddenly realized that the farmers in front of them were not ordinary farmers at all, but warriors.

Needless to say, the elite Giant Whale Navy began to collapse. Many people immediately ran back to the warships after discovering that something was wrong, wanting to leave by boat.

But at this time, the warships behind them were still docking. The dense warships were crowded together. The ships that had docked wanted to leave, and the ships that had not yet docked wanted to dock. There were also some ships with no one on them. The soldiers on the ships were still fighting with the young and strong men of Xingyue Island on the island.

Defeat, riots, and a dilemma turned into a nightmare for the Giant Whale Navy.

The young and strong men of Xingyue Island, who were crazy about killing, had already boarded the ship to kill the enemies who wanted to escape.

The battle became more and more intense and more and more tragic.

At the same time, the battle on the dock also started. The two sides did not say any nonsense. Yang Zhengshan did not want to talk nonsense with the other party at all, and Xiang Anxu also wanted to fight first and then negotiate. So after Xiang Anxu and other innate warriors landed on the island, the Giant Whale Navy immediately launched an attack.

More than a dozen large ships and more than 40 medium-sized ships, except for a small number of ships on alert in the sea, most of them have docked at the dock. Nearly 10,000 soldiers of the Giant Whale Navy rushed towards Xingyue City.

Xingyue City has no city walls. There are warehouses near the docks, and there are roads built with bluestone between the warehouses.

They launched the attack along these roads.

To be honest, the Giant Whale Navy still held back. They did not use the crossbows on the ship, but rushed directly to the island to launch a street fight.

Because their goal was not to destroy Xingyue Island, but to subdue Xingyue Island.

They could attack Xingyue City, but they did not want to destroy Xingyue City, especially the warehouses on the docks, they also wanted the various goods inside.

This was exactly what Yang Zhengshan wanted. If the Giant Whale Navy used the crossbows right away, the damage to Xingyue City would be very huge. Yang Zhengshan might take the initiative to go to the sea to fight.

The battle had already started. After the enemy troops landed on the island one after another, Yang Zhengshan raised the spear in his hand and looked at Xiang Anxu and Chang Lin with bright eyes.

"Kill!"

Before he finished speaking, he flew away like a cannonball.

The long spear was like a dragon, and the long body was like a dragon. With one step, the man had already flown dozens of feet and arrived in front of the dock.

Xiang Anxu, Chang Lin and others had just got off the boat and were about to rush towards Yang Zhengshan, but they didn't expect Yang Zhengshan to rush over first.

Xiang Anxu immediately took up the three-foot green sword to fight.

Yang Zhengshan jumped seven or eight feet, raised his spear, and chopped with force.

His beard and hair were flying, and the terrifying power was mixed with a strong murderous intent, like a mountain pressing down on everyone's heart.

Xiang Anxu was in awe, and he didn't have time to think about it. He jumped up with his sword and wanted to fight Yang Zhengshan head-on.

Chang Lin's old face changed slightly, and his slightly bent body couldn't help but pause.

He had seen Yang Zhengshan in front of him. Back then, Yang Zhengshan almost knocked him down with such a violent force chop.

Hou Fangjin's face changed drastically, and he was frightened by Yang Zhengshan's momentum.

Wen Qing's eyes flashed, filled with horror, and his expression became extremely nervous.

An expert can tell the outcome with just one move. Yang Zhengshan only made one move, and they knew how terrifying Yang Zhengshan was before they even touched him.

In mid-air, Yang Zhengshan looked at Xiang Anxu who was leaping up, and a curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Thunder!"

Crack~~

The sky was clear, and suddenly a thunder exploded. The next moment, the dazzling lightning wrapped around Yang Zhengshan and gathered on the upright Xuantian heavy gun.

His beard and hair were all stretched, and faintly, it seemed that pale arcs were jumping between his hair.

Originally, Xiang Anxu thought he could block Yang Zhengshan's shot, but the sudden thunder scared him.

But he was just scared, because the next moment Yang Zhengshan had already chopped down with force.

The heavy black iron spear fell with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, mixed with a piercing thunder.

Xiang Anxu only had time to raise his sword to block.

Kacha~~

Xiang Anxu only felt a huge force coming from the long sword in his hand, followed by a numbness in his arm and half of his body.

Then he fell to the ground uncontrollably, bounced on the bluestone ground, and fell on the warship docked behind.

Bang.

The hull of the warship collapsed, and Xiang Anxu bounced back to the platform of the dock.

Chang Lin, Hou Fangjin and the other two innate warriors of the Shenmu Sect were all startled, and flew away without thinking, leaving a distance of dozens of feet from Yang Zhengshan who landed.

Wen Qing was already scared silly. He stood between Yang Zhengshan and Xiang Anxu, staring blankly at Xiang Anxu who fell to the ground.

Who is Xiang Anxu?

That was the Sword God of their Tarot Dynasty, the Blue Sea Sword God whose reputation was known across half a million miles of the sea, but he couldn't even block a single move from Yang Zhengshan!

Wen Qing turned his head stiffly, looking at Yang Zhengshan, whose beard and hair were flying, with an incredible look.

Yang Zhengshan glanced at him coldly, and he shuddered violently.

Not to mention that Wen Qing was shocked, even Zhang Juhai behind him was shocked.

After a few days of communication, Zhang Juhai knew that Yang Zhengshan's strength was far above his own, after all, Yang Zhengshan had already entered the Dao.

But he never expected that Yang Zhengshan was so powerful that he smashed Xiang Anxu to the ground with a powerful chop.

"What a terrifying strength!"

Zhang Juhai exclaimed in his heart.

Zhu Yanshan also widened his eyes and looked at Yang Zhengshan's back in shock.

He didn't think as much as Zhang Juhai, he just thought Yang Zhengshan was powerful.

Just when the two of them were in shock, the three brothers Yang Mingcheng, Yang Mingzhi, and Yang Minghao had already rushed to their respective targets.

"Brother, that old man looks more powerful, you come to deal with him!" Yang Mingzhi shouted as he rushed.

"Okay!"

The honest Yang Mingcheng agreed without thinking and rushed towards Chang Lin.

"Old man, look at the gun!"

Chang Lin was a little panicked at this time, but it was definitely not Yang Mingcheng who rushed over, but Yang Zhengshan who was standing in the distance.

Because he found that Yang Zhengshan was much stronger now than he was back then, and Yang Zhengshan could not control the power of thunder back then.

As for Yang Mingcheng who rushed over, Chang Lin did not take it to heart. While paying attention to Yang Zhengshan, he raised his crutches in his hand to greet Yang Mingcheng.

As the saying goes, father and son fight in battle, and brothers fight tigers together.

At this time, the Yang family was father, son and brothers fighting together.

Yang Mingcheng still wanted to show his strength.

Like Yang Zhengshan, he jumped several feet high and drew his gun to chop down.

Although his power was far less than Yang Zhengshan and he could not control thunder, this attack was powerful and heavy.

Chang Lin wanted to block this move carelessly.

But when the cane in his hand collided with the black iron spear, he suddenly found that he could not block the blow.

It was not that he was weaker than Yang Mingcheng, but that he had no use for his full strength.

In his opinion, Yang Mingcheng should not be a threat to him.

But reality slapped him hard.

The next moment, he was smashed to the ground like Xiang Anxu, and a three-foot-deep pit was smashed on the bluestone ground with a bang.

Yang Mingcheng fell to the ground and looked at Chang Lin lying in the pit, a little confused.

So weak?

Yang Mingcheng is not stupid, how could he not know that the old man in front of him is the high priest of Shenmu Religion?

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one content, one book, one bar!

So he tried his best just now, and was even prepared for Chang Lin to block this slash, but he didn't expect Chang Lin to not block it.

Chang Lin looked a little embarrassed. The hairpin on his head was broken, and the leaves on it were gone. His gray hair was scattered in a mess.

However, he was not seriously injured, but just looked embarrassed.

Soon he climbed out of the pit, and his sunken triangular eyes looked at Yang Mingcheng coldly.

Yang Mingcheng was frightened by his eyes, and quickly held the gun in front of him to defend himself.

"Very good, you are very good!"

Chang Lin said in a hoarse voice. His voice did not sound like a human voice, but more like some kind of beast.

He flew away, and the cane in his hand hit Yang Mingcheng with a sharp gust of wind.

Yang Mingcheng reacted very quickly and immediately raised his gun to block.

Then the two of them started fighting.

The figures kept moving and colliding, and the long gun and the cane kept crossing.

The gap between the two is not as big as imagined. Perhaps Chang Lin is stronger than Yang Mingcheng, but Yang Mingcheng is not without any ability to fight back.

As the son who has been with Yang Zhengshan for the longest time, Yang Mingcheng is undoubtedly the one who has been nourished the most by the spiritual spring water among the three brothers.

Yang Mingcheng has a sincere character and practices the most seriously. Until now, he still practices spearmanship for more than two hours every day.

His practice has never been discounted, and his mind has always been on martial arts.

He looks silly and often attracts Yang Zhengshan's glare, but he is definitely the strongest person in the Yang family besides Yang Zhengshan and Yu Qingyi.

Whether it is Yang Mingzhi or Wu Zhan and Ding Qiu, their cultivation is actually lower than Yang Mingcheng.

If Yang Zhengshan did not have the plug-in of the spiritual spring space, it would not be a surprise if Yang Mingcheng's cultivation surpassed Yang Zhengshan one day just based on Yang Mingcheng's seriousness.

Yang Mingcheng only lacks experience and foundation. After all, he is only 58 years old this year.

His opponent, Chang Lin, the chief priest of the Shenmu Sect, is now over 120 years old.

Being able to fight on equal terms with Chang Lin is enough to prove Yang Mingcheng's strength.

On the other side, Yang Mingzhi is fighting against Hou Fangjin. The two are also on equal terms, but Hou Fangjin is far inferior to Chang Lin. He is only over 100 years old. Although his strength is not weak, the gap with Chang Lin is still very large.

As for Yang Minghao, he is fighting against a priest of the Shenmu Sect. The strength of this priest is not much different from Hou Fangjin, but Yang Minghao has a slight advantage in the battle between the two.

If compared with each other, the cultivation of Yang Mingzhi and Yang Minghao is actually not much different, and Yang Minghao is even a little stronger than Yang Mingzhi.

This is normal. Yang Mingzhi's backwardness is not due to these years, but when he was a lieutenant general in Fuzhou. He has been a lieutenant general in Fuzhou for more than ten years, which means he has been away from Yang Zhengshan for more than ten years.

Although Yang Minghao has also been a guerrilla general in Chongshanguan for many years, he has been away from Yang Zhengshan for six or seven years less than Yang Mingzhi.

It was during these six or seven years that Yang Minghao caught up with the age difference between him and Yang Mingzhi.

The three brothers each fought one person, and all showed strong strength, which made Zhang Juhai even more frightened.

However, it was not the three brothers of Yang Mingcheng who ended the battle first, but Ding Qiu.

The Shenmu Sect has a high priest, and three priests, all of whom are innate warriors.

One of the three priests was killed by Ding Qiu in two or three moves. This priest has just become an innate warrior for more than ten years and is no match for Ding Qiu at all.

Well, Ding Qiu has only been an innate warrior for more than ten years, but how can the resources of the Shenmu Sect be compared with those of the Yang family.

In the past, there was no Zhenyuan Pill in the cultivation salary of Xingyue Island, but since the Xingyuan Fruit matured in large quantities, Yang Zhengshan increased the cultivation salary of Xiantian warriors, three Zhenyuan Pills per year, as well as Bingxin Fruit and Yulu Lingtao.

How many resources can the Xiantian warriors of Xingyue Island receive in a year?

In addition to wine, tea and royal honey, there are three Sanhuang plums, three Zhenyuan Pills, one Yulu Lingtao and one Bingxin Fruit every year.

Zhenyuan Pills are all refined by Wang Mingzhe, and Bingxin Fruit can also be entrusted to Wang Mingzhe to be refined into Yugu Bingxin Pill.

With so many spiritual fruits and spiritual pills, Ding Qiu is naturally far superior to warriors of the same age as himself.

So Ding Qiu killed his opponent in just three or five moves.

"Who is that person?" Zhang Juhai looked at Ding Qiu standing on the top of the warehouse and couldn't help asking.

Zhu Yanshan looked over, thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be the leader of the Yang family's guards!"

He had been to Xingyue Island more than once, and was familiar with the people of the Yang family.

But he did not expect that Ding Qiu, who usually did not show his talent, was actually an innate warrior.

"I remember that Madam Yang was also an innate warrior!" Zhang Juhai looked around and asked softly.

"Well, my second brother said that Madam Yang's strength is not inferior to his!" Zhu Yanshan said.

Zhang Juhai narrowed his eyes, and at this time he suddenly found that there were figures standing on many roofs in Xingyue City.

Those figures did not participate in the battle, but just watched the battle on the street quietly.

What shocked him even more was that there were many half-step innate warriors among the warriors participating in the battle.

He saw a half-step Xiantian warrior rushing through hundreds of Giant Whale Navy soldiers like a tiger descending from a mountain, and couldn't help asking, "Who is that person?"

Zhu Yanshan looked again, "Wang Mingzhe, the disciple of Yang's brother, is the most powerful alchemist on Xingyue Island. I used to buy a lot of pills in his shop!"

Zhang Juhai nodded, "I saw him a few days ago, and I thought he was just an alchemist. I didn't expect that he actually had the cultivation of half a step Xiantian."

He continued to look around, and at this time he found that he had seen many familiar figures, but he didn't notice anything wrong before, and now he suddenly found that those figures he didn't pay attention to actually had the cultivation of the ninth level of the acquired heaven or half a step Xiantian.

As for the figures standing on the roof, they were naturally the entourage around Yang Zhengshan and the guards of the Yang family. They were all Xiantian warriors, and it was a bit bullying for them to deal with a group of ordinary people.

Xiantian warriors all want to save face, and they are no exception.

Therefore, their duty is not to repel the enemy, but to prevent other innate warriors from entering the city and to prevent the enemy from setting fire to the city.