Volume 4: Blue Dragon Changes the World Chapter 148: Going up the Yangtze River and Crossing the Central Plains
Yan Nanfei was shocked, very shocked.
But after the great shock came great joy.
The sword in his hand whirled, and the tip of the sword touched the waves. He used the force to flip in the air. After a few light jumps, he returned to the riverside ferry, raised his sword and pointed it at the distance, shouting like thunder: "Li Muchan!"
Its sound spread across both sides of the Yangtze River.
The two forces that were fighting were both startled, stopped fighting, turned their heads and looked towards the river.
The man in the bamboo hat is of course Li Muchan.
Li Muchan stopped. His body did not move. For a moment, the wooden boat under his feet seemed to be rooted like an old tree, firmly in the middle of the river, floating up and down in the surging water, neither advancing nor retreating.
Amidst this series of mishaps, he suddenly became aware of something. He glanced sideways and saw two people struggling to surface under the raging waves, struggling to survive and swimming over.
The river water was now bone-chillingly cold, and the two men were only proficient in fighting and should have been drowned. However, they caught a glimpse of the wooden boat in the middle of the river. They felt like they had found a life-saving straw, and they grabbed it tightly without caring about anything else.
"Uncle, you have to... 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 huge waves.
Seeing Li Muchan looking at him, the young escort smiled humbly on his pale face. His raised eyes showed hesitation, trepidation, and hope and desire to survive. When their eyes met, the man smiled weakly and said, "We are in the water. No... ahem... it's okay, right?"
Every word was expressed with great caution.
Seeing the young man paddling with difficulty, with his five fingers digging into the wood, Li Muchan did not respond. Instead, he paused for a very short moment, then smiled and said, "Why do you have to stay in the water? I think you can still come up."
The young man's eyes lit up. He first pushed the old escort onto the boat with great effort, and then climbed up with all his might. However, perhaps because he had lost too much energy, a cold wave hit him, and he slipped and fell into the river immediately.
Fortunately, Li Muchan reached out and gave a hand at the critical moment.
The young man lay beside the old escort like a drowned rat.
“Hahaha, thank you so much… wuwu…”
The man laughed at first, but suddenly turned around and hugged the old escort and started crying.
Li Muchan looked at the two of them for a while before saying, "Don't be too happy. It's easy to get on my boat, but it's hard to get off."
He paused and asked again: "Where is this place?"
The young escort looked at the troops 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: "Of course I have to go. I am going to go upstream along the Yangtze River and penetrate the Central Plains."
The words were so light, but they were like thunder.
His voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it, and soon everyone in the world would hear this sentence.
Li Muchan wanted those people to hear it, and hear it clearly.
If anyone disagrees, you can fight across the river! ! !
Looking at this heroic and unrivaled strong man, the young man was stunned at first, then he lowered his head. Thinking of his past self, he felt ashamed and wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Li Muchan saw through the other person's heart in an instant and sighed softly: "The world is unpredictable and the rivers and lakes are dangerous. In order to survive, what does it matter if you humble yourself for a while? I have also begged for a living. You should learn from the elder next to you."
He stopped talking and looked towards the ferry on the shore.
Yan Nanfei was overjoyed: "It's true that there is a road to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell but you break in."
This guy actually dared to go west alone in a boat and even boasted that he would conquer the Central Plains. He simply doesn't know how to live or die.
Not only him, but everyone on the shore was jealous.
This is the leader of the "World Alliance" and the overlord of the Jiangnan martial arts world. If he is captured alive, wealth and glory will be at your fingertips, and he represents unparalleled fame and power.
In everyone's eyes, this "Ghost Prince" is already a piece of fresh meat, and it is a piece of fresh meat that is covered with ointment and makes people salivate.
Although this man has great power, wealth, and wisdom, everyone knows that he has a weakness, which is martial arts.
Compared to Shangguan Xiaoxian, the leader of the all-powerful "Money Gang", and the unfathomable leader of the "Green Dragon Society", and even the third young master of the "Excalibur Villa", in the eyes of everyone, Li Muchan is still a little inferior.
Even though he had an impressive record and had won before, beating Sun Wuer and defeating Xiao Siwu, each victory was fraught with danger. Even though he possessed amazing skills, the gap was still a gap. He was improving, and others were also improving, but the gap in foundation could not be made up for by time.
Now, this man is so arrogant that he wants to go against the flow of the Yangtze River.
You know, Bashu is the location of the "Tang Clan" and one of the most important strongholds of the "Qinglong Society".
He's clearly here to die.
Li Muchan seemed to have seen into the other person's eyes. His tone was casual, neither resounding nor full of confidence. He just said casually: "Before the beginning of spring next year, I want to enjoy the snow in Chang'an City."
Yan Nanfei's cheeks trembled, and everyone else's hearts trembled as well.
Bashu is the stronghold of the "Qinglong Society".
Chang'an is the base camp of the "Qinglong Society".
“Arrogant!”
With a long howl, the ghost grandmother flew up, her skinny body like a skeleton.
There was not just one. On the north bank of the Yangtze River, at least seven people soared into the air from the ferry, some flapping their wings like an eagle, some flying like a crane, some walking on the waves, some flipping in the air, and all of them surrounded and killed them.
There are hidden weapons from the "Tang Clan" , firearms from the "Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall", as well as iron nets, knives, and flying hooks.
Unlike fighting on land, the fighting on the waterway is a matter of advance and no retreat, it is a matter of life and death.
Yan Nanfei didn't move, just watched.
Li Muchan moved. He glanced at everyone coldly, first signaling the two people on the boat who were looking at him stupidly to cover their ears, then he took a deep breath and inhaled with his lips.
Amidst the eyes of great astonishment, a clear and deafening whistle resounded across the river.
"ah!"
Li Muchan roared and howled wildly, with his long hair fluttering wildly behind him. He roared and shouted as if the sky was falling.
This was originally a method of killing with sound from the "Ghost Secret Book", called "ghosts crying and gods howling", but now it was activated by the "Formless Divine Art", and it had gotten rid of the evil and become more domineering, with the powerful voice echoing for a long time among the vast mountains and rivers.
The mountains were silent and all the beasts were terrified.
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, blood gushing out of all their orifices, and they died miserably.
Unmanned hidden weapons and firearms fell into the river, causing splashes of water.
The wooden boat was still firmly in the center of the river, and the people on board were as steady as a rock, still with their hands behind their backs, still standing still.
Yan Nanfei looked extremely pale because Li Muchan was looking at him.
Moreover, he was shocked to find that this person's skills were not weak at all, but extremely strong, so strong that it was unfathomable.
Hidden deep?
Li Muchan's eyes were calm, as if he was waiting for Yan Nanfei to make a move.
Yan Nanfei's face suddenly turned red again. He was a flesh-and-blood person, a man, and a swordsman. There was absolutely no reason for him to retreat, especially at this moment, when the other party had challenged him to a fight.
He would never allow himself to retreat.
But Li Muchan had already withdrawn his gaze, and the boat swayed gently, going upstream again.
Yan Nanfei's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he suddenly felt that the blood in every blood vessel in his body was boiling.
The blood is hot, but the sword is cold. Yan Nanfei clenched his five fingers, and the sword in his hand rang loudly. He really made his move.
As he flew by, he was like a falcon cutting through the wind and waves. With a flash of sword light, he held the cold sword in his hand, and the rose sword burst into a dazzling red light, hitting Li Muchan like a meteor.
Li Muchan seemed to be also captivated by the murderous aura and sword energy behind him. He just turned around and took a look. His watery eyes seemed to smooth out all the murderous intent in an instant, and the red sword light flashing in the sky suddenly disappeared.
Yan Nanfei's fierce and cold expression suddenly froze, because Li Muchan was already behind him, and the tip of Li Muchan's sword was already on his right neck.
Li Muchan had no sword in his hand, he was using the Rose Sword.
Yan Nanfei's lips trembled, and he suddenly felt dizzy and weak.
“I lost.”
He uttered these three words which were more painful than killing him.
Li Muchan did not look back. He held the sword in reverse and held it horizontally.
"I won't kill you. Go find Gongzi Yu."
After a while, Yan Nanfei returned to the ferry and the Rose Sword was back in his hand.
On the cold river, there is a solitary boat, isolated from the world.
