The iron anchor turned into a black light and flew toward the Heavenly Eagle Cult's ship.
Song Qingshu looked in the direction of the anchor and saw an old man in his fifties or sixties at the bow.
Although he was short, his eyes were shining brightly. He was obviously not an ordinary person.
"This old man should be the junior brother of the White-Browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng, Li Tianyuan. Good fellow, he's actually also an expert of the Xiantian realm.”
Song Qingshu could guess the old man's identity at first glance.
Apart from himself and Yu Lianzhou, no one else from the other two sects was a match for Li Tianyuan.
Although Chang Jingzhi was the fourth of the five elders of the Kongtong Sect, he was only at the peak of the Postliminary Realm.
Even though he was infinitely close to the Inborn Realm, he was not his opponent at all.
If it weren't for their Wudang Sect, the Kunlun Sect and the Kongtong Sect would probably have returned empty-handed.
As expected of the Heavenly Eagle Cult, to be able to fight against twenty righteous sects, they were indeed not weak.
Immediately, the anchor sped up.
They watched as Li Tianyuan took a deep breath. His chest puffed up high, and the surrounding air seemed to have been sucked in by him.
He clapped his palms forward and caught the iron anchor. He retreated slightly along with the iron anchor's momentum, then turned his hand and pushed with all his strength.
When Song Qingshu saw Yu Lianzhou nod his head, he knew that this old man was extraordinary.
If Li Tianyuan chose to fight head-on, then he would be fighting against an iron anchor.
No matter who won or lost, he would definitely be injured.
That Li Tianyuan dared to do this, he naturally had extraordinary cultivation.
Blood rushed to his face. His hands were pressed against the anchor, but his body was pushed back four to five meters.
His hands trembled, and the iron anchor hit the deck with a clang. It immediately broke a big hole and hooked onto the boat.
Yu Lianzhou stood up and flipped in the air. He touched the iron chain between the anchor and the boat.
It turned in the air and was about to land on the bow of the Heavenly Eagle Cult.
As the Heavenly Eagle Cult's Hall Master, Li Tianyuan naturally wouldn't let Yu Lianzhou board so easily.
The two of them directly exchanged a palm strike at the bow of the ship. With a loud bang, Yu Lianzhou and Li Tianyuan both retreated.
However, at this moment, there was a slight sound in the air.
"It's time to choose again. Host, please make your choice. Option 1: Block the hidden weapon for Yu Lianzhou. Reward: 10 years of cultivation. Option 2: Regardless of Yu Lianzhou's life or death, the reward is the title of "Cold Young Master." Option 3: Kill the ambusher directly. Reward: 5000 Martial Arts Fame.”
"Of course I chose first. If I have the power, I'd be a fool not to.”
Song Qingshu was still worried that his cultivation was not enough.
He was already able to accept more energy, unlike before when he was afraid that his energy would burst his meridians.
"How dare you!"
Song Qingshu's figure dashed over, leaving only a blue shadow behind.
"So fast!"
Chang Jingzhi and Wei Si 'nyang were shocked. They didn't expect the young master of Wudang Sect to be so powerful.
"This Song Qingshu probably isn't any weaker than Big Brother and Second Brother. He's clearly already at the Connate Realm. The Wudang Sect was indeed impressive. They were already so powerful at such a young age.”
Chang Jingzhi finally noticed that Song Qingshu, who had always been gentle and refined, was actually so powerful.
Wei Si 'niang was even more shocked as she thought of the scene she saw yesterday.
Song Qingshu's identity wasn't the only reason. His martial arts skills shouldn't be inferior to Yu Lianzhou's.
Looking up, the disciples of the other two sects saw dozens of dazzling flying daggers streaking across the sky under the reflection of the sun, flying toward Yu Lianzhou.
Some of the flying daggers flew across the air while others flew in diagonally. At the same time, they also blocked Yu Lianzhou's upper, middle, and lower paths.
As if afraid that it was not enough, a few more throwing knives flew into the surrounding air.
After Yu Lianzhou's palms collided, no matter if he jumped up or down, or moved left or right, he could not avoid these blades.
The disciples of the other two sects cried out in surprise. They were still holding it in their throats when they saw Song Qingshu's figure move as fast as lightning.
Under Song Qingshu's use of the Gate of God's Thirteen Swords, it was so fast that no one could see it clearly.
There was a series of violent clashing sounds in the air, as if it was raining, and sparks flashed occasionally.
Yu Lianzhou flipped onto the boat and directly exchanged a palm strike with Li Tianyuan.
The entire boat shook violently, causing a huge wave to roll.
However, Yu Lianzhou landed on the Heavenly Eagle Cult's boat, and Li Tianyuan retreated five to six steps.
In this contest, Yu Lianzhou had the upper hand.
Song Qingshu was also standing on the boat with his sword held horizontally, pointing it at the person who had thrown the flying knife.
It was an old man in his fifties. His right hand was still in the position of throwing the last throwing knife forward.
This person probably saw Yu Lianzhou board the ship, so he threw the flying knife directly.
However, this person was very vicious. His first move was a fatal move.
He chose the moment when his body was about to move in the air.
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