Yan Nanfei was shocked, even more so.
But the surprise was followed by great joy.
The shadow of the sword in his palm whirled, and the tip of the sword hit the waves of the river, using the force to turn over in the air. However, after a few light movements, he returned to the riverside ferry. He raised the sword and pointed it in the distance, shouting like thunder: "Li Muchan!"
Its sound spread across both sides of the Yangtze River.
The two forces that were fighting each other were both stunned. They stopped and turned to look at the river.
The hat guest is of course Li Muchan.
Li Muchan stopped, his figure did not move, and the wooden boat under his feet seemed to be rooted in an old tree for a moment, stable in the middle of the river, rising and falling in the surging river, neither advancing nor retreating.
And in the midst of this series of changes, he suddenly became aware of it. He glanced down and saw two people struggling to emerge from the water under the turbulent waves, struggling to survive and swimming over.
Now the river is so cold that they are bone-chilling. The two of them are only skilled in fists and feet. They should be drowning. They don't want to catch a glimpse of the canoe in the middle of the river. For a moment, they feel like seeing a life-saving straw. No matter what else, they grasp it tightly.
"Second uncle, you must... hurry up."
The young escort held on to the edge of the boat with one hand and dragged the exhausted old escort with the other hand, struggling tenaciously in the big waves.
Seeing Li Muchan look at him, a smile appeared on the young bodyguard's pale face. The smile was humble. There was hesitation, anxiety, and hope and desire to live in his raised eyes. Their eyes met. The man smiled weakly and said: "We are in the water, no...ahem...it's okay, right?"
Every word and every word is full of caution.
Seeing the young man paddling hard with his fingers dug into the wood, Li Muchan did not respond, but pondered for a very brief moment, then smiled slightly and said: "Why do you have to be in the water? I think you are okay. Come up."
The young man's eyes lit up. He first struggled to lift the old escort onto the canoe, and then struggled to climb up. Perhaps because of the excessive loss of strength, a cold wave hit, and the man's hand slipped and he immediately fell into the river.
At the critical moment, fortunately, Li Muchan reached out and gave him a hand.
The young man lay beside the old escort like a drowned rat.
"Hahaha, thank you so much... woo hoo..."
The man laughed at first, but then turned around and suddenly started crying while hugging the old escort.
Li Muchan looked at the two of them for a while and then said: "Don't be too eager to be happy. It's easy to get on my boat, but it's difficult to get off."
He paused and asked again: "Where is this place?"
The young escort glanced at the people gathered on both sides of the Yangtze River and said, "This is Yiling, and further up is Bashu. Do you want to go?"
Li Muchan said: "Go, of course I want to go. My trip is to go against the Yangtze River waterway and penetrate the Central Plains."
The faint words were like thunder exploding.
His voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it, and soon everyone in the world and the entire world would hear these words.
Li Muchan just wanted those people to hear it, and hear it clearly.
If anyone refuses to accept it, we can fight across the river! ! ! !
Seeing such a majestic and unparalleled strongman, the young man was stunned at first, and then lowered his head. Thinking of his previous self, he actually felt ashamed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
Li Muchan peeked into the other person's heart in an instant, and sighed softly: "The world is unpredictable and the world is dangerous. In order to survive, what does it matter to be humble for a moment? I have also begged for a living. You should learn to be kind to those around you. This elder."
He stopped talking and looked towards the ferry on the shore.
Yan Nanfei was overjoyed: "It's true that there is a way to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell but you break in."
This guy dared to go west alone in a boat, and even falsely claimed that he would penetrate the Central Plains. He simply didn't know whether to live or die.
Not only him, but everyone on the shore saw it with red eyes.
This is the leader of the "Tianxia Alliance", the overlord who dominates the martial arts in the south of the Yangtze River. If he is captured alive, he will have glory and wealth at his fingertips, and it represents unparalleled fame and power.
In the eyes of everyone, this "ghost master" is already a piece of fresh meat, and it is fresh meat that is full of grease and makes people salivate.
Although this man has great power, wealth and wisdom, everyone knows that he has one weakness, and that is martial arts.
Compared to the world-famous "Money Gang" leader Shangguan Xiaoxian and the unfathomable "Blue Dragon Club" Big Dragon Head, even the third young master of "Excalibur Villa", in the eyes of everyone, Li Muchan is inferior after all Some.
Even though he also has a good record, he has won, defeated Sun Wuer, and defeated Xiao Siwu, but he has always won in danger. Even if he possesses amazing skills, the gap is just a gap. He is improving, and so are others. If you are diligent and have a weak foundation, time will not make up for it.
Now, this person dares to be so arrogant that he wants to go against the waterway of the Yangtze River.
You know, Bashu is where the "Tang Sect" is located and is one of the most important strongholds of the "Qinglong Society".
He clearly came to die.
Li Muchan seemed to have looked into the other person's eyes. His tone was casual, neither arrogant nor swearing. He just said in a normal way: "Before spring next year, I want to enjoy the snow in Chang'an City."
Yan Nanfei's cheeks trembled, and everyone else's hearts also trembled.
Bashu is the stronghold of the "Qinglong Hui".
Chang'an is the headquarters of the "Qinglong Society".
"Arrogant!"
With a long roar, the ghost grandmother flew up, her skinny body like a skeleton.
Not just this one, on the north bank of the Yangtze River, there were at least seven people flying into the sky from the ferry. They were flapping their wings like an eagle or soaring like a crane. Some were treading on the waves and water on the river, and some were flying in the air several times. They all surrounded and killed them. .
There are hidden weapons from "Tangmen", firearms from "Jiangnan Perak Hall", iron nets, knives and flying hooks.
Different from the fighting on land, the fighting on the waterway has no retreat, life or death.
Yan Nanfei didn't move, just watched.
Li Muchan moved. He glanced at everyone with cold eyes. First, he motioned to the two people on the boat who were staring blankly to cover their ears. Then he took a deep breath in his mouth and sucked in his lips.
In the eyes of a pair of extremely shocked eyes, a loud roar echoed across the river.
"ah!"
Li Muchan roared and howled, and the long hair behind his back stirred wildly, roaring and screaming as if the sky was collapsing.
This is originally a sound killing method in the "Ghost Secret Book", called "Ghost Crying and God Howling", but now it is activated by the "Shadowless Divine Art", it actually removes the evil spirits, becomes more domineering, and the powerful voice can be heard in the vast mountains and rivers. It echoed for a long time.
The mountains are eerily silent and the beasts are frightened.
Yan Nanfei's eyes widened in shock.
Because those who flew out have lost their lives.
Like kites with broken strings, they fell into the river one after another, their orifices bursting with blood, and they died miserably.
Uncontrolled concealed weapons and firearms fell into the river, causing splashes of water.
The wooden boat is still stable in the middle of the river, and the people on the boat are even more stable, still standing still with their hands behind their backs.
Yan Nanfei looked extremely pale because Li Muchan had already looked at him.
And he was shocked to find that this person's skill was not only not weak, but also extremely strong, so strong that it was bottomless.
Is it hidden?
Li Muchan's eyes were calm, as if he was waiting for Yan Nanfei to take action.
Yan Nanfei's face suddenly turned red again. He was a person of flesh and blood, a man, and a swordsman. There was absolutely no reason to back down, not to mention that at this moment, the other party had invited him to fight.
He would never allow himself to back down.
But Li Muchan had already retracted his sight, and the boat was swaying gently, going upstream again.
Yan Nanfei's eyes flashed with sharp light, and he suddenly felt that the blood in every vein in his body was boiling.
The blood was hot, but the sword was cold. Yan Nanfei tightened his fingers, and the sword in his palm made a loud sound, and he took action as expected.
It was like an eagle cutting through the wind and waves. The sword flashed, and the man was carrying a cold sword. The rose sword bloomed with a dazzling red light, hitting Li Muchan like a meteor.
Li Muchan seemed to be caught by the murderous aura behind him, and was frightened by the sword aura. He just turned around and took a look. His watery eyes seemed to have calmed down all murderous intent in an instant, and the red sword light flashing in the sky suddenly disappeared.
Yan Nanfei's stern and cold expression suddenly froze, because Li Muchan was already behind him, and Li Muchan's sword was already on the right side of his neck.
Li Muchan didn't have a sword in his hand, he used a rose sword.
Yan Nanfei's lips trembled, and he suddenly felt dizzy and weak.
"I lost."
He said these three words that were more painful than killing him.
Li Muchan didn't look back, he held the sword in his hand and held it horizontally.
"I won't kill you, go find Gong Ziyu."
After a while, Yan Nanfei returned to the ferry, and the Rose Sword returned to his hand.
On the cold river, there is a lone boat, crossing the world.
(End of chapter)
