"Whoosh!"
Li Hai sprang aboard with several leaps. Blood stained the ship, and severed limbs lay mixed with shattered planks.
Sword in hand, Wang Qing leaned against the bulwark, a pool of blood beneath him. Seeing Li Hai come aboard, he grinned.
"Third Senior Brother!"
Li Hai rushed over and dropped to one knee beside Wang Qing, reaching out to support him, his voice trembling slightly!
"I'm fine. Cough, cough, cough. I never thought that bastard would be so strong. His brute strength rivaled Eldest Senior Brother's, and his swordsmanship wasn't bad either. How did someone like that become a bandit cultivator?"
Wang Qing kept coughing. Li Hai hurriedly pulled a bottle of Spring Return Pills from inside his robe, poured out four or five, and fed them into Wang Qing's mouth!
"Li Hai, it's up to you now! Look, the bandits' two-masted ship is about to come alongside!"
"The sword stands foremost among all weapons. Any cultivator knows a few sword moves, but that doesn't make every cultivator a sword cultivator. Sword cultivators practice swordsmanship, but what they cultivate is nerve, killing spirit, and courage! When blades cross, nerve comes first! Sword technique comes second! Between life and death, one lies horizontal, the other stands vertical!"
"Third Senior Brother, rest. I'll take you back!"
Wang Qing did not answer. He had already lost too much blood and passed out.
Li Hai stanched Wang Qing's wounds, stopping the bleeding!
"Old Wu, take Third Senior Brother back to his room!"
"All right!"
Old Wu really could shoulder great responsibilities. Even with flesh and blood flying everywhere, he showed not the slightest panic! It was a pity he could not cultivate!
"You've got quite some nerve, Old Wu!"
Li Hai took out the remaining Spring Return Pills and Recovery Pills, poured them