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Twilight, thunder and lightning, torrential rain poured, and darkness between heaven and earth. The land of Zhongzhou received its heaviest rain in decades, and the ground was full of mud dents from the rain and muddy and rising water.

The wind was strong, and the waves were raging on the surface of an incomparably wide river, and a huge merchant ship sailed on the river as if it might capsize at any moment, and the tall masts creaked as if they were being broken.

Originally, because of the war that broke out in Zhongzhou for more than a year, a few days ago ended with the fall of the Dayin Dynasty, which had ruled Zhongzhou for hundreds of years, causing everyone to fall into deep pain, and the atmosphere was slightly depressing.

The merchant ship kept shaking, but the falling figure stood like an iron nail nailed to the bow of the ship.

The eyes of the two crew members who were collecting the sails on the deck in the heavy rain were immediately attracted and startled, and the distraction of the two crew members caused them to fall directly on the board, looking at the man who suddenly landed on the bow of the ship in horror.

"Report to the steward immediately!" One of the crew members let the rain lap on his face, and the rumbling thunder and the rattling of the rain made his voice so ethereal that he had to shout at the other crew member.

The other crew member crawled and disappeared into the deck. The rest of the man squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the man who had fallen on the bow of the boat under the rainstorm, but his pupils shrank slightly. Just because he saw that the man was carrying a boy about five or six years old on his back.

And the iron sword in the man's hand was still dripping with blood diluted by the rain.

This terrifying scene made the body of the crew tremble involuntarily.

However, before he could react, there was a sudden fall of another figure around him, and then, like raindrops from the sky, one after another, in the blink of an eye, twenty men wearing the same black robes appeared on the board, which was originally unmanned due to the heavy rain!

Each man had an iron sword in his hand, and the tip of each man's sword was constantly flowing with the rain that flowed from the sword.

The sudden appearance of twenty men made the crew member completely unable to move with fright, and he tried to tear his throat open, trying to speak, only to find that his throat was so blocked by shock that he could not make a sound.

The man beside him had a slightly condensed face, and after enduring countless days of chasing and to no avail, he was furious, and his iron sword suddenly moved, cutting through countless raindrops, and swung at the lying crew.

The crew didn't expect the other party to be so violent, their eyes widened in horror, and they didn't have time to make any response, only to see the word "Dawu" on the jet-black wet token under the man's black clothes!

Without a scream, his head and straw hat were thrown far away on the deck almost simultaneously, a stream of crimson mixed into the water that shook with the ship.

The tip of the sword-wielding man also began to tick the diluted red.

There were suddenly no disturbers on the board, and the leader of the twenty men in black robes looked at the head of the thirteen swords of Hanyi City who was carrying the child on his back and facing him. His cheeks, whitened by the cold rain, were full of solemnity, and an incomparably majestic, righteous voice like the roar of a beast came out of his mouth, suddenly stirring the surface of the river:

"Wei Jianshou, Your Majesty has a word, put down the remnants of Da Yin on your back, and Da Wu is willing to blame the past."

His voice was like thunder in the sky at this moment, causing all the passengers who heard it to hide in the cabin to freeze as if they had been struck by lightning. The faces of all the passengers were full of fear, and the figure of the steward preparing to board the ship was also stunned, and a glass of wine that was being drunk in one of the cabins was also knocked over on the wooden table.

The man carrying the boy on his back slowly turned his head, revealing his face covered with water, looking at the twenty figures under the rain curtain, he was silent for a long time, and then glanced at the boy who was sleeping on his back, and then slowly turned his head back.

"What is past blame?" Wei Jian looked at the surging river in front of him, his chin dripping with rain, and there was no expression on his slightly pale cheeks, but he muttered this sentence in his mouth.

The thick eyebrows of the man at the head slowly frowned, and a faint dark glow shone between the thick palms of his thick hands due to the flow of vitality. In the face of this swordsman, who can be said to be the strongest swordsman in Zhongzhou, even if he is not in the same realm, he must be dignified.

"War has never been against forces, not against cultivators, as long as you are willing to let go of the remnants, Your Majesty is willing to forget that you served the Yin Dynasty before and killed several fierce generals of my great martial arts, and will treat you with the best treatment."

Wei Jian's expression did not change in the slightest because of this, and there was no brilliance in his eyes, which were as deep as a deep pool, and he still looked at the river in front of him, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Silence is the answer.

The black-robed man at the head sighed, the black rain-covered placket swayed slightly, and the sword was horizontal, and all the rain on the sword was shaken into mist, and the sword body also emitted a light sound.

Like an order, as the sword in the lead made a soft sound, the remaining dozen or so black-robed men also moved, turning into afterimages at the same time, terrifying sword intent emanated from their swords, and these terrifying figures roared towards Wei Jian with this terrifying sword intent!

Wei Jian's eyebrows were slightly locked, his toes twisted slightly, the rain flowing on his body suddenly sudden, and an incomparably powerful coercion was suddenly released from his body, and the water surface under the bow of the ship also suddenly descended a few feet, and the huge hull leaned forward, like a giant whale turning over the sea!

The rain on his body was all pushed away, and the incomparable momentum squeezed the air into waves, and while pushing the rain, it also hit the black shadow, and several buzzes and exclamations knocked all the powerful figures from all directions behind them into the surging river.

The man's face changed slightly, and then he condensed again, and the sword in his hand exuded an aura much stronger than his subordinates, and the rain falling around him also converged due to the air flow that slowly swirled on the sword. The vitality was flowing around him at a rapid pace, and the planks under his feet creaked incessantly, as if they were about to burst.

"Drink—"

After an angry shout, the sword in his hand slashed forward angrily, and a huge black sword qi like a ghost rushed forward! This ship, which was already fragile in the storm, suddenly appeared a huge gap, and all those who were unfortunately slashed by the sword qi in the cabin were all reduced to two bloody halves!

Wei Jian's left hand became a palm, and a pale vitality swirled in his hand, and after turning sideways, he leaned out towards the black-robed man, and the pale vitality exploded in an instant, fusing the huge sword qi that rushed into it, and the sword qi disappeared instantly, and then a terrifying wave of qi roared.

The black-robed man's complexion changed drastically, and the qi waves caused his figure to retreat again and again, and he smashed several planks before he stabilized his figure.

A trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his eyes angrily to look at the man who was standing still in this incomparably bumpy ship, and his heart was not only angry, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

Wei Jian's expression was calm, and suddenly there was a vastness like this heaven and earth. He no longer looked back at the black-robed man who was repelled by his move, as if he no longer looked back at the majestic city that was already a human being, and the painful past that had suddenly erupted within a year, but slowly raised his sword high.

"The Dayin Dynasty, is it really dead?"

He muttered, his expression slightly confused.

The confusion was only instantaneous, and then the sword slashed down towards the river, and the turbulent river suddenly rolled from the middle to the sides within dozens of zhang, flowing out a long hollow, revealing the riverbed full of silt!

Cut the river with a sword!

A howl came, like a howl rising in Zhongzhou.

Several black-robed men who had been shot into the river before they had time to fly back to the boat let out a bitter howl, and disappeared into the river that suddenly rolled up in terror.

After the river was broken vertically, and the waves rolled to the limit, there was a moment of tranquility, and this tranquility magnified all the shock and fear to the extreme.

In the shock and shock of everyone, Wei Jian jumped on the bare riverbed, and then the overturned river lost its diversion momentum, and let out an incomparably huge roar, flowing back!

This terrifying current made the ship almost capsize! Countless crew members fell, and the ship was suddenly in chaos, as if facing the most terrifying storm on the ocean.

On the vigorously shaking hull of the boat, the black-robed man led by him looked at Wei Jian who disappeared in the furious river with extremely cold eyes, and felt indescribable in his heart, but he didn't expect that this Zhongzhou had one of the two strongest swordsmen, even after being seriously injured, his strength was still far beyond his imagination, and it was far from being as cold-blooded as rumored.

"Chief, how do you report it?" A black-robed man's face was also extremely ugly, and after being silent for a long time in this torrential rain, he asked.

The black-robed man at the head had a blank face, and his voice was as cold as this rain: "The thirteen sword heads of Hanyi and the prince of Dayin are dead. ”

"This—" The black-robed man's face changed slightly.

"Otherwise, it will be us who will die." The black robe at the head turned around silently, "Kill everyone on board." ”

The cold words were as cold as the iron sword in his hand washed by the rain.

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