Chapter 474 Water waves turn into ropes and control flying swords

Author: Taiqing Yaodao

Chapter 474 Water waves turn into ropes and control flying swords

At the bottom of the Wujiang River, Li Xuan was like a swimming fish, swimming very quickly towards the big ship ahead.

While his mind was spinning, his sharp eyes captured the movements on the river.

The rolling rocks flying wildly on the river, the stern roar, and the crashing impact immediately reached Li Xuan's ears.

Li Xuan smiled softly. He could imagine that Wen Fuzhi looked extremely annoyed at this moment.

Because at this time, all the rolling stones on the river bank fell on Wen Fuzhi's ship.

It only hit his ship.

Under the water, Li Xuan quickly approached the bottom of the ship where Wen Fuzhi was.

At this moment, several black shadows suddenly jumped off the ship, bringing up countless bubbles under the deep water.

Water ghost.

Wen Fuzhi responded equally quickly.

In the blink of an eye, several water ghosts were blocked between Li Xuan and the ship.

Several water crossbows were pointed at Li Xuan in an instant, and they were fired in the blink of an eye.

The crossbow arrows shot at Li Xuan very quickly, but Li Xuan just glanced at it lightly.

The water is rolling.

In an instant, all the crossbow arrows were deflected upwards and downwards as they approached Li Xuan without any accidents.

Seeing this scene, these water ghosts immediately threw away the crossbows in their hands, clenched the harpoons with their backhands, and rushed towards Li Xuan.

Malicious looks came from the eyes of these water ghosts, and the sharp harpoon stabbed Li Xuan's chest fiercely.

The harpoon brought up blisters in the water, and in the blink of an eye it had pierced Li Xuan's eyes.

But at this moment, in front of everyone, Li Xuan suddenly flashed forward.

Before all the water ghosts could react, Li Xuan had already passed through with his harpoon and rushed in front of them.

They subconsciously wanted to withdraw the harpoon, but at this moment, it seemed as if something was pulling under the water, and the harpoon could not be withdrawn at all.

The cold sword light flashed, and blood spread rapidly under the water.

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Reaching out and pressing it, Li Xuan immediately knew that this was a ship board made of ten-year-old pear wood. It was thick and strong and suitable for sailing.

The sharp sword blade pointed upwards, and in the blink of an eye it had penetrated deeply into the pear wood ship plank.

With a twist of the long sword, a round hole as big as a palm was cut directly.

In an instant, the raging river water poured into the big ship, and the ship began to sink in an instant.

The shadow above his head sank, and Li Xuan's footsteps immediately hit a spot in the river, and he quickly retreated.

"Send the order, everyone abandon the ship and retreat!" Wen Fuzhi's extremely unwilling voice came from the water.

At the bottom of the water, Li Xuan immediately sneered, this guy was determined to reach the Yellow River. If he had done it earlier, it would have been over. Why did he spend so much effort?

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed across the somewhat turbid water, and the next moment, a "pop" sound was heard, and a figure had jumped into the water.

The blue robe, the black rattan armor, and the cold and spiteful face were clearly none other than Wen Fuzhi.

As soon as he entered the water, Wen Fuzhi immediately stared at Li Xuan.

Li Xuan immediately understood that this person was not unwilling to give up until he reached the Yellow River. He would not give up even when he reached the Yellow River.

In the river, the two people looked at each other, and the murderous intent in each other's hearts was extremely hot.

Li Xuan's right hand crossed the long sword directly to his left hand, and then his right hand touched his waist, and the sharp soft sword was already in his hand.

The eight-sided Han sword in his left hand, the sharp and soft sword in his right hand, the two long swords in Li Xuan's hands immediately unfolded under the water.

Wen Fuzhi's face immediately became solemn.

When she was on the river last night, Li Xuan was wielding a soft sword in her left hand and a Han sword in her right hand. Now that she suddenly changed her sword holding position, she must have a killing move that someone could not do.

With a stern look on his face, Wen Fuzhi immediately rushed forward. With the powerful Yuan Qi erupting, Wen Fuzhi pounced on Li Xuan like lightning.

At this moment, Li Xuan's right sword flicked forward.

The extremely sharp soft sword immediately bit Wen Fuzhi's throat like a poisonous snake.

A soft "ding" sound came from the bottom of the water.

Li Xuan's sword was easily cut away by Wen Fuzhi, but at this moment, the sharper blade of the Eight-sided Han Sword had already struck Wen Fuzhi's chest seriously.

Li Xuan's offensive unfolded, like a turbulent river, continuous and continuous.

Wen Fuzhi leaned back slightly, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, an inexplicable force appeared in the water.

The Eight-sided Han Sword was suddenly covered with a layer of cold frost, and its speed suddenly slowed down.

Li Xuan held the black sword hilt in his hand. At this moment, his eyes became fierce and he pushed forward with all his strength.

But at this moment, the straight blade had already scraped the sword body from the side and slashed towards Li Xuan's arm like lightning.

Behind the blade is Wen Fuzhi's cruel eyes.

Suddenly, Wen Fuzhi's expression changed, and he swung his long sword back violently.

There was a dull sound of impact, and something had been violently chopped away.

Wen Fuzhi stepped forward, and in an instant he was out of the reach of Li Xuan's Eight-sided Han Sword.

Looking sideways, he saw a soft sword being slashed hard and flying out.

Wen Fuzhi quickly turned around and saw that Li Xuan had also distanced herself from him.

The tip of the sword flicked, and the white frost on the blade disappeared.

Looking at Li Xuan with a calm expression, Wen Fuzhi asked in disbelief: "You actually know how to wield a sword."

A hint of surprise suddenly appeared on Li Xuan's face. Wen Fuzhi was actually able to speak underwater. This ability from the divine realm was truly remarkable.

Li Xuan raised his head and looked at the soft sword that had been bounced away in the distance. Li Xuan's expression turned cold, and facing Wen Fuzhi, he struck fiercely at the soft sword in the distance.

He saw the soft sword shrinking slightly, and then ejected towards Li Xuan.

The water of Wujiang River was immediately pierced, and the soft sword went straight into Li Xuan's palm.

Li Xuan opened his left palm slightly, and the base of the sharp and soft sword kept circling in his palm.

It's like there is an invisible force pulling me.

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There are no filaments.

There is no extremely fine silk.

Wen Fuzhi was really shocked. He saw Li Xuan controlling the sharp and soft sword from a distance. He couldn't believe it. There was someone in the world who really mastered the art of flying sword.

But it all happened clearly before his eyes.

Suddenly, Wen Fuzhi's eyes revealed a surge of greed.

Retrieving the head of an enemy general from thousands of miles away is like picking something out of a bag.

The greed in Wen Fuzhi's eyes was clearly seen in Li Xuan's.

The corner of his mouth suddenly showed an incomparable contempt.

Flying swords, there are no flying swords in this world.

He flicked his right hand upwards, and in the next moment, the sharp and soft sword flew directly to Li Xuan's head and kept hovering over Li Xuan's head.

Li Xuan's eyes narrowed, and the Eight-sided Han Sword in his right hand was erected in front of his eyes, clenching it with both hands.

His cold eyes crossed the straight blade of the sword and stared directly at Wen Fuzhi, who was also looking over.

Killing intent.

The eyes of both men revealed a determination to put their opponents to death.

With a "bang" sound, a rolling stone slammed into the river overhead, causing endless waves to splash up and down.

There was a "swish" sound, the white blade broke through the water, and the sword stabbed at the same time.

The two figures brought out countless afterimages under the water in an instant, and the two people rushed together in the blink of an eye.

The thick Eight-sided Han Sword slashed hard at Wen Fu's chest, while the sharp soft sword swooped down from a high place and stabbed Wen Fuzhi's throat hard.

The straight long knife was thrust forward, and the knife was pointed directly at Li Xuan's heart.

In a short time, the two of them were close at hand, and at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
To be continued...