Chapter 47: The Great Merit (Page 1/1)

Mu Fan held the sword in his back hand and took two steps back at the same time, reducing his speed as a result.

The two boat stewards didn't care about the chest injury and found the right time to attack Mu Fan. The two have been fighting on the river for many years, but they didn't expect that when they fought the enemy together, they had a tacit understanding.

One person attacked Mu Fan's face door, and the other attacked Mu Fan's lower yin.

Mu Fan couldn't dodge, with his body and speed, he couldn't dodge the combined attack of the two at all, but now he was standing on the water.

With water, his power is immeasurable.

"Boom ......"

The water waves suddenly increased in speed and surged upward, enveloping his feet.

Mu Fan sank with the trend and immediately sank into the river water.

The two stewards were stunned for a moment, and the person in front of them suddenly disappeared, and before they could react, they heard an exclamation from ten feet away.

It turned out that Mu Fan sank underwater and did not escape. Driven by the current, he swam ten feet away. It is not appropriate to use "swimming" to describe him, he is too abnormal on the water and in the water, or perverted, not like a normal person.

A normal person needs to swim underwater, he doesn't need to, he just floats blankly, and there will be water to push him elsewhere.

Mu Fan "took a bath" like a beauty, splashing in all directions. The people around were startled, and this was where the screams came from.

He drew his sword again, and the sword became faster, leaving a faint white glow in the night sky. The white glow dissipated, and the blood-red color and fishy smell slowly emerged.

The two stewards noticed this sword aura, and their faces became more and more solemn. They found that the sword of the young man in white was two percent faster than just now!

"Who is he? Didn't the sword that struck me ...... All your might? A few beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of a steward, and on the river, almost no one noticed the beads of sweat overflowing from his forehead, but Mu Fan noticed it.

The feeling of sweat beads and river water droplets is different, there is no reason, it is a feeling that wells up in my heart.

Mu Fan's feet softened, his body fell into the water, and disappeared again in a blink of an eye.

"What the hell! Is he human? Someone whispered in astonishment, and as soon as he finished speaking, his lips were not closed, and a sword was plunged into his mouth.

The smell of the sword's blood and the horror of death made him open his mouth wide for fear of accidentally being pierced through the back of his head by the sword.

However, after Mu Fan's sword touched the man's throat, he didn't continue to stab, he drew his sword, kicked the man in the abdomen, and then drew his sword back to defend himself against the attack.

The boat gangs from all directions finally formed an encirclement posture, and more than a dozen attacks attacked.

Mu Fan raised his left arm and beckoned to the sky, as if to say hello to God.

The sound of "chirping" seems to be a response from heaven.

A flying sword fell from the sky, the hilt of which was falling into his palm without the slightest hesitation. He clenched his sword, turned into a singer, and turned twenty-seven times against the water.

The attacks of the Boat Gang were all neutralized.

Mu Fan stood still, turning too fast, and his body was a little unbearable. Fang just faced everyone's attacks, even if he used his sword with all his strength, it was not enough to block all the attacks, so he simply didn't use his sword.

A circle of iron pieces is glued around a spinning top, which rotates quickly and adjusts the angle, which is his way of coping.

"Again...... Come on......" His voice trembled even more, and excitement swept through his body, this sense of power was too obsessive.

Mu Fan threw the sword in his left hand, and the sword qi formed a barrier, cutting the river open. It's just that his strength is not enough, the river is dozens of zhang deep, and his sword qi can only cut a few zhang, and there is no way to cut the river off.

Once upon a time, he was shocked to see Master Huikong evaporate the water of the mother river and cut off the mother river in one fell swoop.

Now, in less than three years, the world has changed, and he has changed.

What will be the scenery in the next three years?

Mu Fan has some expectations, he believes that after three years, he will swing his sword to break the river, no problem!

Rushing towards the crowd with his sword, at this moment, he didn't care about the strength of the enemy on the opposite side. In a short time, he was sure that no one on the other side was his opponent.

It's not that the opponent is weaker than he imagined, it's that he is stronger than he imagined, and it's much stronger!

The two stewards attacked Mu Fan one after the other.

Mu Fan only stared at the steward in front of him, and said in his heart: "Your luck is not good, you should choose the latter one." ”

He smiled and waved the sword in his hand, this time he used all his strength, under the current of water, the sword was too fast, he didn't take out the sword, the sword was thrown away.

The flying sword pierced through the steward in front of him, and at that moment, although the sword came out of his body, the blood did not spray out.

The steward's face was full of incredulity, the sword of the boy in white was twice as fast as just now, surpassing most of the swordsmen in the late stage of the Xuanji Realm.

The steward behind him saw that the sword in Mu Fan's hand was gone, and the knife in his hand was close to Mu Fan's back, he was a little excited, but for some reason, he was a little panicked.

Mu Fan raised his hands, two flying swords flew down from the sky, and the silver "silk thread" hung down, and whoever fell on him could kill someone.

The steward was not afraid, he was confident that he would bear out the young man in white before the "silk thread" fell. Considering that the clothes on the man in white were a little strange, he deliberately avoided the clothes and slashed at Mu Fan's neck.

"Khooth!"

The sparks were flying, and the little flames were a little dazzling, not as soft as the sword qi in the sky.

The steward was so shocked that he almost didn't hold the knife in his hand. His eyes were red, and it was hard to keep his senses. With a single knife, the stainless steel pillar surrounded by several people should also be cut in two, why is the neck of the young man in white in front of him so hard?

"You're not human? You're not human! You're not ......."

Mu Fan combed his collar and said with a smile: "You cut the wrong position." ”

Just as the steward's knife was about to touch him, the collar of the green snake's robe suddenly lengthened, blocking the steward's attack.

Mu Fan struck a backhand knife and knocked the steward unconscious. He beckoned to the rest of the group and motioned for them to come back.

After a few rounds, a large number of people sank in the river, but fortunately the weaker people in the boat gang did not participate, otherwise no one would have salvaged them.

"Come back."

Mu Fan said a little loudly, and the people in the boat gang thought that he would not let them go, and they were all like mourners.

"Nervous what, I didn't say you, I said the sword." Mu Fan put away the flying sword with the storage ring, "You guys take their respective bosses back, in other words, did I do a good thing today, you were going to go to war, I cleaned you all up, no dead people, one merit!" ”

The people of the boat gang responded one after another, and no one dared to say nothing.

The green snake robe on Mu Fan's body evaporated the water droplets, he straightened out the hat, held a flying sword, stepped on the water, returned to the boat, sat firmly, and shook the oars away.

"By the way, in fact, my name is not Qingyan, my name is **."

The people of the boat gang wondered: "Who is **?" I haven't heard of it, is it some kind of rising star? ”

The boat went farther and farther, and Mu Fan said again: "Do you want to ask, who is **?" I don't know who he is. ”

Everyone only thought that the young man in white was very weird, and first he couldn't help but say that he had a fight, and after defeating all the people on the boat, he left in a boat, and said a bunch of nonsense when he left.

The boat sailed deeper into the night, and Mu Fan muttered, "Who is it?" Can anyone tell me? ”

Xiao Wan learns Danshu and often studies Ye Feng's experience on weekdays. Ye Feng's experience was written in some strange words, and occasionally some words were even stranger.

She couldn't understand it before, but later she learned this kind of writing, which was really strange, so she asked Mu Fan about it.

Mu Fan vaguely remembered some words, like what "**", it should be a personal name, and he seemed to have done a lot of good things. There is also "anime", which seems to be a moving paper man......

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