From Xiaoao to travel around the world

Chapter 91
The thunderstorm was still far away at first glance, but in the blink of an eye, the strong wind struck first.

The sails that were not retracted in time were swollen and about to break, and the pulled mast made a scalp-numbing sound, and the ship was even crooked, being dragged all the way forward!
"Put up the sails!"

Without Hou Tonghai's instructions, the boatmen under him were already busy.

When Yang Qing also went up to help lower the sail, he was dragged for an unknown distance, and the storm behind was also coming across the sea at this moment with overwhelming momentum!

What is the power of heaven and earth?

Looking at the turbulent waves that are almost connected to the sky, with an unknown height, and the black clouds in the sky that seem to swallow all light sources, Yang Qing felt that she was as small as a speck of dust for the first time since her success in martial arts.

"Young Master Yang!"

Master Lingzhi and Hou Tonghai came behind him together, his face was full of fear and horror: "Young master, please relieve your anger, if you don't have martial arts, the two of us will be buried here today!"

The wind and waves were surging, and their voices were almost screaming.

Yang Qing glanced past the two of them, and saw Ying Gu holding the mast tightly with both hands on the deck, still stubbornly silent, but her complexion was almost transparent.

All the boatmen were stunned in place, staring blankly at the approaching scene, which seemed to be a doomsday scene.

Waving his hands to dispel the true energy in the two people, Yang Qing asked, "Is there no other way?"

Hou Tonghai shook his head helplessly as he was depressed.

"There's a fire ahead!"

"There's a big ship there!"

"It's saved, we're saved!"

Just at this time, several boatmen suddenly burst into roars, weeping with joy, forgetting that the crisis was just around the corner.

Hearing the sound, Yang Qing flew to the bow of the boat, with his feet firmly on the side of the boat, even the strong wind could not shake him a bit.

As far as the eye could see, a large ship appeared in the distant sea.

On the farther side, several wrecks of ships were slowly sinking, with flames rising and thick smoke billowing.

At this moment, Hou Tonghai also saw the building boat in the distance, and shouted: "It's the prince's boat! That's the prince's boat!"

"Raise the sails! Rush over!"

Stopping on the spot, they just closed their eyes and waited for death. Seeing that the monstrous waves were still less than a hundred feet away, all the boatmen knew that it was time to go all out, and no longer cared about the risk of the mast breaking and the ship capsizing, they worked together to raise the sails.

As a result, the ship with only two floors of cabins and less than fifty people was carried by the strong wind, and rushed out again crookedly.

But no matter how fast the ship goes, it cannot go as fast as the storm.

In a blink of an eye, the huge wave like a life-threatening talisman has reached less than fifty feet!

As the distance shortened, Yang Qing saw the dangerous figures of Guo Jing and Ouyang Feng fisting and kicking in the wreckage of the fireworks.

There are two other people, although he has never met before, but Zhou Botong is the old man with white hair and childlike face!
"Crack! Rumble..."

The lightning came one after another accompanied by the rolling thunder, followed by the downpour of rain, as if to kick off the raging sea, or to increase the momentum!
"crunch...crunch..."

The mast behind him was bent to the limit, making a crisp sound from time to time.

The roar of the wind was mixed with the hysterical howling of the crowd, and a group of boatmen desperately held the sails and rushed towards Wanyan Honglie's building boat.

Yang Qing looked back, he knew that if he followed this ship, he would most likely be able to survive to the vicinity of the building ship, but Guo Jing was fighting with others, what about Yang Kang?
Maybe they could grab the boat and save people first, but looking at the boatmen, this idea disappeared immediately.

"Hold me tight!"

With a sudden thought, he turned around and mentioned Ying Gu, who was still hugging the mast tightly, and left him behind.

Then he stepped on the bow of the boat with his feet, spread his arms, his body flashed like an aurora, and he flew into the air like a bird, following the strong wind and facing the heavy rain, he jumped towards the rough sea!
"Little prince!"

Watching Yang Qing go away in an instant and gradually disappear from the back, Hou Tonghai's screams behind him were lost in the wind and rain...

In the building boat, Wanyan Honglie paced back and forth in the spacious cabin with his hands behind his back.

The wind and rain are howling outside the cabin, and the building ship will inevitably sway from side to side.

But even so, he couldn't sit still.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps sounded outside the cabin door, followed by a series of reports:
"Reporting to the prince, the storm has arrived, please go to the bottom warehouse to avoid danger!"

"There is a ship approaching us!"

"Mr. Ouyang and Head Qiu are still fighting fiercely!"

Wanyan Honglie couldn't bear to hear it, and suddenly stepped forward and opened the hatch: "Can you see the eldest son Wanyan Kang?"

The guard who summoned the messenger hesitated for a while, and then said: "The son fell into the water, and he does not know whether he will live or die."

"what?"

Rushing out of the hatch, regardless of the dissuasion of the guards, Wanyan Honglie braved the wind and rain to come to the deck, looking at the wreckage in the distance where the fireworks were gradually dissipating.

"Row the boat over!"

"My lord, the wind and waves are too big to make it through."

"The storm has arrived, send the prince back quickly!"

Surrounded by people, Wanyan Honglie walked back involuntarily with a look of unwillingness.

The cooperation with Ouyang Feng was originally just to capture Guo Jing, and the latter helped him seize "Wu Mu's Suicide Note".

But when the ship was intercepted at sea, Yang Kang was unexpectedly found there.

Seeing Yang Kang, he naturally thought of Bao Xiruo again, and the thoughts that had been extinguished for a while rekindled, and asked Ouyang Feng to bring Yang Kang back.

But now hearing that Yang Kang fell into the water, I have mixed feelings in my heart, and I don't know what to do.

"My lord...there...there are people over there!"

Wanyan Honglie suddenly looked back and shouted:
"But the son?"

"No...someone is flying!"

Hearing this at first, he frowned, and looked towards the sea suspiciously.

In the high wind and heavy rain, there are huge waves of God's punishment rolling in between the sea and the sky; above the raging waves, the electric light is hidden in the lead cloud, and only keeps flashing in conjunction with the thunder, as if to show the power of the sky.

Thirty feet away from the monstrous waves, a figure was flying forward on the sea, and it seemed that there was another person on its back.

Wanyan Honglie took a few steps forward and looked intently.

But he saw the man spread his arms out, as if rising out of thin air with the help of the wind, his figure drew a distance of tens of feet forward, his gray shirt fluttered and fluttered in the wind and rain, and his black hair scattered in the air.

There seemed to be an invisible air shield around him. Once the heavy rain came close, it would be bounced far away, and it would explode into mist around him and merge into the air.

And every time he falls down with exhaustion, that person will either step on the sea or the top of the waves, and rise into the sky again.

Behind him, what kind of huge waves empty, what kind of wind and rain, or thunder and lightning, all seem to be chasing him forward, but they can't catch up...

"Then... isn't it a fairy?"

Seeing such a scene, the surrounding guards all froze in place for a while, until they were woken up by another gust of wind and rain, and then half-carried and half-dragged Wanyan Honglie to the bottom warehouse.

Wanyan Honglie no longer struggled, although the distance was too far to see the man's face clearly.

But the iconic gray robe, the familiar figure that he has seen countless times, and the shocking martial arts.

Even if it is farther away, he can still recognize it...

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(End of this chapter)