Dark red blood flowed out from Dillons 'body, dyeing the rainwater on the ground red, emitting a faint bloody smell. Yang Qing could feel that Dylance's aura was extremely weak, and the ground was soon covered in blood.
Yang Qing panted heavily. His originally clear eyes instantly turned blood-red. He was a little crazy. He raised his head and looked at Labu with killing intent in his eyes.
"Pa!"
A ring of light blue ripples appeared, covering a radius of ten meters. In an instant, Rabu was included. Immediately after, a flying knife appeared in Yang Qing's right hand.
"Whoosh!"
The Little Li Flying Dagger never missed. He was unable to block it because of this invincible flaw. As long as there was a move, there would be a flaw. If the enemy who was fighting against this saber revealed a slight flaw, he would already be dead.
The Domain of the Control Fruit could help him grasp everything around him, and it could also help him find all the flaws of the enemy. Yang Qing did not think of this use at first, but he finally realized it and was delighted for a long time. After all, it was not a useless fruit.
Labu's gaze turned solemn as he stood there motionless. He had a vague feeling that if he moved even a little, he would face death.
The rain was falling wildly. The two of them stared at each other, one above and one below. The atmosphere was rather solemn.
Beads of sweat involuntarily seeped out from his forehead. Labu began to feel angry. He was actually suppressed by a brat's gaze and did not dare to move. He saw clearly that this brat was holding a small iron knife in his hand.
"Is this the thing? What could he do? What am I afraid of?"
"Kill! I only need an instant to snap his neck and complete this mission!”
"Rumble! Rumble!"
At this moment, Rabu moved.
"Shave!"
"This is the moment!" Yang Qing's blood-red pupils constricted, and his right hand trembled.
"Phew!"
"Rumble! Rumble!"
Thunder boomed once again, and disbelief, fear, and shock flashed in Labu's eyes. He slowly raised his right hand and touched his neck. There was an obvious rise and fall there. A pitch-black ancient flying knife was quietly stabbed there, and blood began to flow out.
"You!"
With a plop, Labu fell limply to the ground. The storm began to tilt and hit his corpse in an instant.
Yang Qing bent down and began to pant crazily. His entire body was drenched in sweat. This strike contained all of his essence, qi, and spirit. He actually felt like he was about to collapse. He did not have any strength left in his body.
Yang Qing moved expressionlessly, put away the anchor, and turned the rudder. The wooden boat began to slowly leave the harbor, leaving the place in the face of heavy rain and strong winds.
A light cough sounded. Yang Qing's expression changed as he looked at the deck. There was blood seeping out from the corner of Dylance's mouth. His entire body was trembling, but he was still alive!
"Dylan!" Yang Qing threw down the helm and ran to Dillons 'side.
"Captain!" Dillons used all his strength and after saying that, he started to cough loudly. Every time he coughed, a large amount of blood would spurt out.
"Don't talk anymore. Rest, rest well!”Yang Qing said sadly," I'll find a doctor. You'll be fine!”
"Yes!" Dillons lay there weakly and spoke in a harsh voice. After he finished speaking, he coughed again with blood.
That finger pierced through Dillons 'lung, making it difficult for him to even breathe. Every word he said would cause blood to flow, and he kept coughing out blood. His injuries were rather serious and he was only a step away from death.
Yang Qing tore off the cloth on his body and found the gauze on the boat. He quickly bandaged Dylance and stopped the blood from flowing out of his wound. Then, he went to the helm expressionlessly and steered the boat in the storm.
He wanted to escape as soon as possible, find a doctor for Dillons, and treat him.
"Rumble! Rumble!"
Thunder roared wildly, and the waves rippled continuously. The wooden boat rose and fell on the sea, shaking violently. Manipulating in such weather required a lot of energy. Yang Qing remained silent and stood there.
"Bang!"
Gunshots rang out again, followed by the sound of cannons.
"Sink that wooden ship, quick!"
"Charge the cannons, charge the cannons! Fire!"
The cannon landed on the left side of Yang Qing's ship. Under the huge impact, the course changed and the ship sailed very unsteadily.
Yang Qing's eyes narrowed. His face was expressionless, but the coldness in his eyes became even colder.
He did not care and continued to move forward. The wooden boat swayed left and right in the cannonballs like a roly-doll. Suddenly, the wooden boat shook violently. A cannonball hit the mast of the wooden boat.
Curses could be heard clearly from behind, getting closer and closer.
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