"The guest of Zhao is wearing a tassel, and the frost of Wu is bright; the silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star; killing one person in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles..."
Ye Chen walked on the waves, chanting loudly in the smoke, and slapped a palm with his right hand. The energy came out of his body and punched a huge hole in the hull of a warship on the left. The raging river water poured in, and the warship slowly tilted.
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"Hello!"
He stretched out his hand and waved repeatedly, and there were deafening dull roars. The hard hull of the warship could not bear his casual palm, and big holes were made in the waterline of the hull. The river water poured in, and the warships began to sink one after another.
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Normally, it is impossible for martial arts masters to resist the organized army. No matter how strong the masters and the army are, they will only end up exhausted and killed. However, if the strength of martial arts masters reaches a certain level and exceeds a certain limit, the situation
It's the other way around.
Just like the current Ye Chen, his internal strength is astonishing in the past and the present. He is extraordinary and holy. His incredible internal strength can even block artillery. He braved the artillery bombardment of the Dragon King Gang and walked on the waves until he reached the flagship of the Dragon King Gang.
With a flick of his sleeves, he soared into the air and jumped to the bow deck of the Dragon King. He shook his robe that was not stained by a drop of water, cupped his hands forward, and said in a clear voice:
"Flying Immortal Sword Ye Chen came to kill Murong Jiang, the Dragon King of the Yangtze River, and asked the gang leader to come out and die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the black-armored men on the bow deck raised their spears at the same time, and a big armored man who was probably the leader of the guards shouted:
"The brave man dares to call the gang leader by his name, and he will die quickly!"
After speaking, he waved his hands and shouted:
"Brothers, kill him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, many black-clad warriors stood out from each floor of the building, holding bows and arrows. A series of whizzing sounds were heard, and black arrows flew towards him like locusts.
There was another creaking sound. Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and saw that secret doors were opened on each floor of the ship building. Inside, someone was twisting the strings of the crossbows, and the fine steel crossbow arrows as thick as eggs were slowly being pulled.
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"It's true that I won't shed tears until I see the Yellow River!"
He lightly stomped his feet, and with a loud bang, the deck beneath his feet exploded, and his whole body sank into it and disappeared.
He is not a fool, how could he rush over with so many crossbows? Such a thick crossbow arrow can kill even an elephant with one arrow. Dozens of them shot in a round may not be able to penetrate his body-protecting Qi, but
It will definitely consume a lot of his internal energy. Murong Jiang, the Dragon King of the Yangtze River, is not a weakling. If his internal energy is insufficient, he may not be able to defeat him.
They never expected that Ye Chen would use this move to avoid the concentrated fire. All the intensive attacks were shot away at once. The bow deck was shot into a forest of arrows. The densely packed arrows and crossbow arrows were shot diagonally on the deck. The thick
The crossbow arrows shot directly through the deck and penetrated deep into it, making it difficult to pull them out after the war.
Ye Chen sank into the cabin below the deck, which was where the crew rested. There were only a few people there, and he strode forward along the central walkway. He soon ran into Murong Jiang's escorts who had come down. He killed them one by one with one palm and came out.
I went to the cabin and went to the second floor, where I saw Murong Jiang and many senior officials of the Dragon King Gang sitting on the throne.
"Bah bang bang!"
As soon as he reached the second floor, Murong Jiang clapped his hands and stood up, exclaiming:
"Good work!"
There was no blood on Ye Chen's body, a smile appeared on his face and he cupped his hands:
"You're welcome, Gang Leader!"
Murong Jiang seemed not to notice the murderous aura in him and spoke as casually as usual:
"I am never polite. With your current skills, you have surpassed me and the Jiangnan hero Li Youyu, and you can be regarded as the best in the world!"
Ye Chen... didn't refute this time. Any further refutation would be hypocritical. He doesn't think that his current skills can be matched by anyone in this world. Even if we look at the super masters of all ages, he is one of the best. He is unique in the contemporary era. He is said to be one of the best.
He is number one in the world, and he thinks he deserves it.
"The gang leader should know why I'm here."
He stared at Murong Jiang closely and spoke every word seriously.
Murong Jiang's pupils shrank, and the faces of the senior officials of the Dragon King Gang beside him changed drastically. Master Jia Sanye, the envoy on the right, slapped the white feather fan in his hand several times, pointed at him and shouted:
"Do it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground under Ye Chen's feet suddenly became empty, and the deck suddenly fell down. He subconsciously raised his breath and flew into the air. Murong Jiang stepped on the edge of the throne under his feet with a 'bang', and rushed over with the force to slap him on the head.
Ye Chen had to raise his palms to protect himself. There was a loud bang, and he fell like a meteor. Murong Jiang was hit several meters high by the backlash and hit the ceiling, making a muffled sound.
"It's really great!"
He dropped to the ground and raised his hands to look at it, taking in a breath of cold air.
At this time, the trap had been sealed, and the Zuo envoy gave a loud order to Zizhenzheng:
"Engine off!"
There was a heavy sound of gears twisting, and the sound of a mechanism starting up came from below, as well as a muffled thunder-like sound. The sounds were louder and louder, shaking the entire ship slightly.
Mr. Jia Sanye returned to his confident look, waving his white feather fan gently and laughing loudly:
"This mechanism is made of fine steel. Even a stubborn stone can be crushed into stone powder. Any flesh and blood body will be crushed into pulp!"
However, his confidence only lasted for four or five seconds. There was an extremely loud 'click' sound, and the whole battleship shook. The sound of the gears of the machine suddenly disappeared. Jia Sanye froze in place, his face unclear.
I felt a drop of cold sweat.
At this time, Ye Chen was in a fine steel tunnel at the bottom of the ship. The tunnel was only 1.5 meters long, wide and high. On the left and right sides of the tunnel, there was a thick iron plate. The iron plate was covered with long and pointed arms.
The steel thorns on his body were just falling, and the two steel plates were moving toward the middle, trying to pinch him to death.
Unfortunately, this mechanism was built on a ship. The space on the ship was limited, so the power of the trap was also limited. The entire mechanism was made of steel, but the hull was made of wood. He slapped it with all his strength several times in a row, and the mechanism was violently damaged, and the gears were stuck.
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After forcibly dismantling the mechanism, Ye Chen climbed back up to the second floor. Surprisingly, he did not see Murong Jiang. Only a group of dead men detonated their explosives, blowing up half the ship in one fell swoop.
When he rushed out, he was greeted by a sky-wide barrage of artillery fire. More than a dozen warships surrounded the ship and focused their fire. Hundreds of artillery pieces fired continuously, sinking the flagship of the Dragon King Gang.
Ye Chen was fine. He was not a fool who stayed on the boat waiting for the explosion. He immediately jumped off the Yangtze River and moved his position.
"This is a bit troublesome."
Ye Chen emerged from the river more than two hundred meters away and looked at the dense warships around him. He had a headache for a while and where to find Murong Jiang, the Dragon King of the Yangtze River.
If the opponent wants to hide, it is really not easy to kill him, and he must be killed before he hides back in his lair. If he waits for him to escape back to the main helm, it will be difficult to kill him.
