The cold light was as fast as a meteor, like a meteor falling from the sky, flashing with a strange red light.

Before the long arrow arrived, a terrible roar had already come, like a ghost crying and howling, which made people's hearts tremble.

When everyone on the dock saw the long arrow coming, their faces suddenly changed dramatically.

It's just that the speed of the arrows is too fast, faster than their reactions, so they can't even remind them. Everyone could only widen their eyes as they watched as several long arrows tore through the void and attacked towards Mo Chen and the others.

Mo Chen felt the terrifying roar behind him, and his expression suddenly became cold. Anger rose in his heart, and he raised his right hand as if slowly, leaving a Dao phantom in the void.

"Zheng!"

The terrible sound of the sword unsheathed sounded in the docks like a muffled thunderclap.

The wind and clouds above Mo Chen changed, and the leisurely white clouds on the sky turned into a cloud sword of dozens of zhang. The cloud sword was white, seemingly like soft cotton, but it was full of terrifying sword intent.

The cloud sword swung down from the sky and slashed at the several long arrows that had struck and killed.

It slashed through the sky, and the terrifying sword aura smashed the long arrow into powder. The sword intent did not dissipate, and slashed straight downward, intercepting the magnificent Qiantang River!

The river was turbulent, flowing to the place where the cloud sword slashed, but it could not flow downstream, as if it had hit a towering cliff.

For a moment, the dock was silent.

Everyone looked at the truncated river in amazement, and there was only one thought left in their hearts.

A sword divides the river, and the gods and men are like men!

In the crowd, a Dao aunt with tears on her face who was just about to jump up looked at the separated river in a daze, and the whole person was stunned.

In ten years, has his cultivation reached such a terrifying level?

Li Mochou looked at the figure at the bow of the ship, as well as the familiar and unfamiliar junior sister beside the other party, and felt so far away from the other party for the first time.

The black-robed monk standing in the crowd looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes full of endless horror.

How is this possible?

Even if Bodhidharma is alive, he can't do it like this, right?

After all, one of the most famous stories of Bodhidharma Ancestor is just a reed crossing the river.

Such a legendary scene has made future generations can only look up. But compared with the sword in front of him, it is really incomparable. Could it be that the martial arts cultivation of this evil path has become transcendent and holy, and it is even better than the ancestor of Bodhidharma?

The black-robed monk's expression changed violently, his eyes were full of endless unwillingness, and there was a faint sense of fear.

He took a deep breath and turned to walk outside, his eyes unconsciously glancing at the north, with a bit of strange anticipation.

Perhaps, that legend really exists.

The ethereal peaks of the Tianshan Mountains, immortal immortals!

Legend has it that there are immortals who can rejuvenate and immortalize people!

At the same time, the hill outside the Rich.

"Chief, chief. We, what do we do? The man commanding the mechanical bed crossbow looked at the mythical scene in a daze, and stammered with a look of horror on his face.

The leader's eyes were narrowed, making it impossible to see the expression clearly, and he said in a deep voice: "Aim the cannon at the Great Song Dynasty monarch and minister, and be sure to be foolproof." When you're done with everything, get out of here immediately. ”

As he spoke, he leaned towards the other side of the mountain, without pausing.

The man looked at the Qiantang River that was cut open by a sword, and couldn't help wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

He looked sideways at the two cannons, a faint unease flashing in his eyes. In the face of that kind of monster, can you really wipe out the monarchs and ministers of the Great Song Dynasty and buy more time for the empire?

Although he hesitated in his heart, he didn't dare to disobey the leader's order after all, and ordered with a trembling voice: "Immediately aim at the Great Song Dynasty monarchs and ministers, and open fire!" ”

Mo Chen broke through the attack with a sword, and before he could act, he saw two huge cannonballs tearing through the void, and at a speed faster than long arrows, they attacked and killed the Great Song monarchs.

The speed of the cannonball is extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it has already crossed the Qiantang River!

Mo Chen frowned slightly, and waved his sleeves slightly.

An invisible wind pierced the void and swept towards the two air-tearing cannonballs, forcing them into the Qiantang River before they landed on the docks.

"Boom!"

The shell had just hit the water and suddenly exploded with a huge explosion. A burst of fire rose into the sky, impacting the river several feet into the air!

It was only at this time that the Great Song soldiers guarding the dock reacted.

Damn, the thief's goal is the Holy One!

The general of the guard was pale, his expression was full of nervousness, and he quickly ran in front of Song Lizong and shouted, "Escort, escort." ”

Song Lizong's face was ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Quiet, with Mo Zhenren here, who can hurt me." If you go to investigate as soon as possible, you will not let go of a thief. I want to see who is so bold! ”

Song Lizong thought of the power of the cannonball's explosion, and his eyes flashed with unprecedented murderous intent.

The enemy had all set up their cannons outside the Lin'an Mansion, but they did not have the slightest information. If it weren't for the fact that a real person happened to be here today, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Hmph, useless waste, even this forbidden thing can make them travel to Lin'an, it seems that some people have to deal with it.

Song Lizong's heart was cold, he glanced coldly at the panicked ministers, walked towards the big ship docked at the dock, and said with a smile: "The real person is powerful, and it is earth-shattering. ”

Mo Chen looked at Song Lizong's calm expression and nodded slightly.

In the face of this unexpected situation, there is no confusion, but it is also an object that can cooperate.

He nodded to Sun Buji, and several people slowly walked down from the boat. Mo Chen stood beside Sun Buer and saluted Song Lizong: "Poor Dao has a little skill, and it should not be praised by His Majesty." It is no longer safe here, please return to the palace as soon as possible. ”

Song Lizong bowed his head and said with a smile: "What the real person said is reasonable, you might as well go back with me." ”

Mo Chen and Sun Buji glanced at each other, and the two nodded slowly, not refusing Song Lizong's suggestion.

After a moment's effort, under the opening of the Praetorian Guard, everyone slowly walked towards the palace of Lin'an City.

It wasn't until everyone left that the people on both sides of the strait came back to their senses.

"The magic power of a real person is even more powerful than the legend!"

"A sword divides the river, waving his sleeves to block the cannon, it is really like a god."

"It is really our blessing to have a god like a real person to protect the Great Song Dynasty."

Some of the onlookers did not understand what was going on until this point. Their faces were full of excitement, and they excitedly told everyone else about their feelings.

As for being afraid, it's not a joke.

Mo Zhenren is so powerful, it is like an immortal descending into the world, and the enemy can't even do anything with artillery, let alone anything else. Now don't say that the enemy has no movement, even if a hundred and eighty assassins suddenly appear, the crowd of onlookers will not feel anything.

In their eyes, Mo Chen is like an immortal god who has come into the world.

Otherwise, how can we divide the river with one sword!

On both sides of the river, after Mo Chen and the others left, from time to time someone kowtowed to the turbulent Qiantang River, muttering something and praying.