Volume 4: Blue Dragon Changes the World Chapter 150: Blocking the river and intercepting the boat, shocking the audience
The mist and rain on the river cannot hide the stunningly beautiful scenery on both sides.
Under the gray sky, above the vast green water, the sound of a flute suddenly came floating down the river.
“Wuwu… Wuwu…”
The sound of the music is high and ethereal, sometimes near and sometimes far away. When it is near, it is like a raging wave sweeping across the sky or a rushing torrent, with such mighty force that it makes one's heart and lungs tremble, one's breath stirs, and one's blood surges. When it is far away, it is like clouds and mist in the sky, gathering and dispersing at random, with no trace to be found and no way to grasp, it is truly unpredictable.
The sound of the flute got closer and the boat came.
The boat breaks through the waves, creating two ripples.
On the mountains on both sides of the river, pairs of cold eyes stared over, some attracted by the distant flute sound, some frightened by the invisible murderous intent, all of them looked sideways towards the river.
Here it comes.
Amid the blue sky, green water and misty mountains, a solitary little boat sailed from the end of the world, becoming the only one.
They are looking at the boat, but more importantly, they are looking at the people.
There were three people on the boat, and the two escorts were already scared pale.
The two men, one on the left and one on the right, held the edge of the boat, wrapped in some strange clothes, wearing two straw raincoats and wearing bamboo hats.
The owners of these clothes had just jumped up from the shore with terrifyingly loud voices, trying to stop the boats in the river. But without exception, they only flew up a few feet and didn't even touch the boats. They fell straight into the river like birds with broken wings. Many of them had even their clothes stripped off before falling into the water.
Of course, what these people were waiting for was not the two escorts, but the man playing the flute at the stern of the boat.
The man had two swords on his waist and a rain hat on his head. A long gray cloth bag was leaning against his feet. In his hand, he held an ancient long flute, which hung down at an angle. He looked silent, peaceful, calm and unrestrained .
The person was quiet, but the flute was not. The pale and slender fingers stroked the holes on the flute. The high and distant sound of the flute had already added a bit of murderous intent, clanging like the sound of swords clashing, and the mist and rain became even colder!!!
The atmosphere was stagnant.
In the mountains beside the river, one could see hurried human figures leaping back and forth, running left and right.
Suddenly——
"Ahahaha, I left Baidi in the colorful clouds this morning, and returned to Jiangling a thousand miles away in one day... cough cough... The monkeys on both sides of the river kept crying, and the light boat had already passed thousands of mountains..."
The young escort suddenly opened his mouth and pretended to recite a poem, but perhaps because the pitch was too high, his voice became like a broken gong at the end, which sounded piercing to the ear and made his cheeks turn red.
The old escort was frightened. Was this the time to speak? He had seen with his own eyes that the previously unattainable figures in the martial arts world were waiting for them at the river bank one after another, all of them wanting to intercept the light boat, but in the end, every one of them died, and all of them were sunk into the river to be fed to the old turtles.
Since they boarded this boat two days ago, thirty-nine underworld figures have died, and not a single one of them could survive a single move from Li Muchan.
No matter if you are an expert with a knife or a skilled with a sword, even with a spear, halberd, or hidden weapon, it is difficult to find a match for them.
The young escort was not afraid of the murderous intentions from both sides. He had seen through it anyway, whether he lived or died today depended on Li Muchan. They were no longer qualified to decide their fate. Instead of being trembling with fear, it would be better to face it calmly.
He stood on the boat, with his arms outstretched, as if embracing the world, his face intoxicated.
The scenery of the world and mountains had never been so magnificent in the past. Now, being able to ride in the same boat with a heroic and extraordinary man like Li Muchan and go through this disaster together is much more thrilling than listening to the storyteller telling stories about the martial arts world in the teahouse.
But after reciting a poem, the man frowned and scratched his head again. After a long pause, he opened his mouth and said, "Chao Fa..."
The old escort rolled his eyes and slapped him.
I guess I can sing one.
Li Muchan couldn't help laughing when he saw this. He held the flute in one hand in front of him and put the other hand behind his back. He pushed forward slowly with the strength of his palm, like a long river, stabilizing the boat.
The old escort held the young man down, turned around and said, "Sir, we have arrived at Baidi City."
Li Muchan was startled when he heard this, and then he looked at the many figures on the mountains along the river, and then at the "Baidi Mountain" on the north bank, where there were still quite a few people.
It seems that the "Qinglong Society" had indeed planned it in advance and took action.
"According to the secret order of the Great Dragon Chief, the leader of the World Alliance, Li Muchan, must surrender immediately, or you will be spared!!!"
On the Baidi Mountain, a big man suddenly exhaled with a deep breath. The sound was like thunder, echoing on the surface of the river.
This person was a familiar face. He was actually the fourth elder of the Demon Cult who had rescued him together with the Great Elder and others in "Jinling City".
The Sword of Immortality and Yan Nanfei, as well as the "Ring of Love" and the box also appeared.
These weapons have also found new owners. I am here today just to stop him.
There is another acquaintance, that is, the "Heavenly King with the Demon-Slaying Sword" Miao Tianwang.
When he saw Li Muchan, King Miao seemed to have an inexplicable fear.
Not only him, but everyone present, who wouldn't be afraid?
After all, in their eyes, this man is definitely one of the most amazingly talented people in the world in the past thirty years. He can win the hearts of the people all over the world and can "command ghosts and communicate with gods". He has long been said to be miraculous.
What's even more terrifying is that this man went against the flow of the Yangtze River and killed 39 underworld figures in a row, and none of them could match him. It's simply shocking.
Moreover, some of these people not only attacked alone, but also joined forces, but the outcome never changed.
In the past, people only said that the leader of the "World Alliance" was good at wisdom, but his martial arts were still lacking. Who would have thought that today this man would be so powerful and tyrannical? It was really unexpected.
In this case, the "Qinglong Society" could not remain indifferent. Therefore, in order to blunt their edge, they arrived in advance by land, ambushed early, and laid three river-blocking nets on the river.
The river-blocking nets were used to intercept huge warships in the past, but now they had to set up three of them in order to stop this small boat. It seemed too tight, but in fact, if it weren't for the shortage of materials, they would even want to set up a fourth and fifth net.
Li Muchan did not respond, but just smiled. The boat did not stop. He whispered to the two escorts on the boat, "Hold on tight."
The response of the Qinglong Society was also extremely decisive.
Every failure makes one wiser. They will not give Li Muchan a chance to catch his breath, let alone a chance to survive.
In a few moments, dozens of speed boats from both sides of the river shot towards Li Muchan like arrows.
Fast, unimaginably fast.
The speed boat moved, riding the wind and waves, as if flying out of the water.
There were three people standing on each speed boat, one in front and one behind, steering the boat to divide the waves, while the man in the middle gathered all his strength, holding a weapon, and was eager to try.
Even if they cannot kill Li Muchan, they must intercept this small boat and stop Li Muchan's unstoppable momentum.
There were a total of eighteen speed boats, which gathered from all directions.
There were people not only on the boat, but also on the shore.
Li Muchan came so directly and straightforwardly that they didn't even need to hide and ambushed openly.
Closer and closer.
The speed boat was indeed fast, comparable to a fish swimming in the water, and it was approaching quickly and was about to collide with us.
The person who was about to take action suddenly shouted.
These people had different weapons, some raised their swords to chop, some prepared to pounce, some held flying claws, some held hidden weapons, and some were bare-handed... but at almost the same time, these people shouted in unison.
"ah!"
It was both a scream and a wail before death.
The moment the shouting sounded, they fell backwards.
Everyone had a red mark on their throat, which looked like a little cinnabar.
However, just as they fell, the red mark spread rapidly like ink in the water, and blood burst out.
In the bursting hole, there was spurting hot blood.
Li Muchan used his flute as a sword, with the sword still unsheathed, and the long flute hovering in the air.
The fleeting shadow of the flute made the remaining approaching troops' scalps tingle and their eyes filled with horror.
The man died, but the boat did not stop.
They are about to collide, and with such force, I am afraid that the end will be that everyone will be smashed to pieces, the boat will be destroyed and everyone will die.
But Li Muchan pursed his lips to inhale, and his feet sank suddenly, pushing the entire boat down with him. When the boat was about to sink into the Yangtze River and the water was about to cover the edge of the boat, the whole boat suddenly bounced back, held up by the buoyancy, and leaped into the air in the eyes of everyone in disbelief.
The light boat flew into the air, nearly ten feet high.
“Puff, puff, puff…”
Under the light boat, more than a dozen speed boats had collided fiercely with each other, creating balls of blood, wood chips flying everywhere, and screams and wails.
"Die!"
Several figures seized the opportunity and flew into the air. Amid shouts, swords and sabers appeared.
Li Muchan had a blank expression on his face. He suddenly rolled up his sleeves, and his left hand held the long flute. His sleeves rolled up, and like a whale sucking water, the splashing waves and mist around him were instantly absorbed into his palms. He clasped his hands together , and the water in his palms rolled. Under a palm force as powerful as a raging wave, the water flow suddenly split into several strands, turning into terrifying palm prints, as if they were real, striking in all directions and landing on everyone's chest.
The next moment, several people flew into the air and were all blown into a bloody mist, with no intact bodies left.
The whole audience was silent.
