"Let's go get the boat. Lu Ming turned around and said to everyone, and went over to line up. Everyone immediately understood that such a long distance to be rowed by themselves is a trial, and if you can't get through, you won't even have the qualifications to go to the island to compete.

But why didn't this staff member explain? Could it be that he was waiting for someone to ask? If someone asked at this time, what would have been the result?

"If you don't obey the Sword Hall, will you still be eligible for the competition? What the Sword Hall wants is absolute obedience, not asking questions, can't you compete if you want to harm everyone? I don't know this, stupid!"

Among the Nanton swordsmen not far away, there was a high-status scolding the juniors and disciples, but he couldn't escape Lu Ming's perception, he turned around and smiled at everyone, which confirmed everyone's guesses.

Four huge gangplanks stretched out from the four corners of the big ship to the sea, and the swordsmen began to launch their boats one after another.

Although the ship was a little smaller, its floating power was undoubted, which made many nervous swordsmen look a lot better.

It's just that Zhuo Ligetu's body is really fat, and it is easy to squeeze into the boat, but the sides of the boat are like a rice bag hanging on each side, and the boat has reached the maximum carrying capacity, even his black face can't help but flush red.

Everyone laughed and didn't delve into it, which made the fat man feel a lot more comfortable. It's just that in the small boat in the distance, Zhao Gang is secretly praying, hoping that the fat man's boat will sink immediately......

One after another, all the big ships spit out the small boats, and the sea was immediately covered with small boats, like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind.

Huh? Lu Ming's brows furrowed suddenly, it was still cloudless just now. Suddenly, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi became chaotic, and it seemed that someone was driving some kind of sword formation.

Although this chaotic fluctuation has just begun, it is still very weak, and it only makes people's hair flick slightly, but it can't escape Lu Ming's perception ability, and he can already really feel that this fluctuation is intensifying...... Exacerbate the ......

"Oh no! It's going to be a storm!

Lu Ming suddenly let out a low shout, such a small ship is already in danger in the sea, if you add a storm, then you want to reach Sword Island. The difficulty coefficient can be said to be multiplied!

Heard Lu Ming's shouting. Ouyang Luo, who was at the bottom of the line, looked up and looked around in alarm, and then pushed it on the stern of Nangong Huajian's boat, causing his boat to rush out quickly.

When he arrived at Lu Ming's side, Lu Ming pushed steadily with one palm. This makes the boat move forward faster.

Everybody knows it. The one-handed Nangong Huajian is difficult to cope with the storm.

Raindrops the size of beans began to fall from the sky. This small raindrop is like a stone at the moment, and even if everyone is a good swordsman in the sword realm, it will inevitably hurt.

The wind is blowing!

The wind was almost sudden, and there were no rules at all. They came in from all directions and pulled the surface of the sea so hard that it looked like a pot of boiling porridge.

The waves that conjured up this shape kept colliding and squeezing hard, throwing the boat up, as if trying to shake off the boat that was pressing on the body.

Click! Boom......

Several lightning bolts made this sudden change even more severe, and several swordsmen who were overwhelmed by the response directly fell into the sea, and they struggled with their lives, but after a few waves of swelling, they disappeared completely.

There were ten large ships on the sea, and nearly a thousand small boats were placed, but this sudden change made these small boats less than ten percent when they boarded.

The swordsman who had fallen into the water was quick and grabbed the side of the boat next to him, but under such a storm, he almost just caught it, and even pulled someone else's boat overturned, and the result could only be to fall into the turbulent sea with a wail.

After a few wails, the swordsmen who were able to hold the boat steady were rowing desperately, but at the same time they were all vigilant, and if they saw someone reaching out to grab their boat, the oars would be unceremoniously slapped on it.

Although it looks like he is beating the water dogs, when it comes to saving his life, no one will care about that name, let alone in the storm, who will have the energy to pay attention to others?

It can be said that the eight immortals crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers.

Soon, the waves more than ten meters high were churning, and the original teams of one country were completely scattered in an instant, and the swordsmen, who would not have been able to save each other, saw that other ships were about to collide at this moment, and they all sank other people's boats with a sword, so that their own ships could continue to sail, and the scene was chaotic.

However, the chaos was only temporary, and many powerful swordsmen left this chaos far behind, and rushed forward with their oars spinning.

Lu Ming grasped the oars steadily with both hands, and while rowing forward vigorously, he was also trying to avoid other boats to avoid collisions, and he had already lost contact with Ouyang Luo and the others.

Lu Ming glanced back, not to mention that there were still hundreds of small boats spinning in place, some were smashed into the sea by the huge waves, and some disappeared after circling for a few weeks, obviously in Jiantang's opinion, these people are all unqualified, whether they are dead or alive, they can only resign themselves to fate.

What is the purpose of every swordsman who is desperately trying to do it now?

Lu Ming smiled bitterly, this is obvious, it should be all for a good ranking, and the championship has always been the dream of every swordsman.

This sea of storms full of death traps has become a river that dominates fate in Lu Ming's eyes, and countless swordsmen who sacrifice their lives are the fish in the river, and in order to change their fate, they will continue to make all kinds of efforts, even at the cost of their lives.

However, the sword hall, just throwing the bait of the championship reward, has already made countless swordsmen fight for it.

In this way, the Sword Hall controlled almost all the elite swordsmen.

Jiantang is the one who has mastered this river of destiny.

Their strength can control this river at will, and after countless swordsmen have fought hard, what they finally get is nothing that they don't think is important.

Even the three wishes of the championship reward were actually within the range of Jian Tang's ability, and in their opinion, it was not an unusual requirement at all.

But just this one reward has made countless swordsmen crazy.

Lu Ming sighed helplessly, but he was already aware of it, he saw it, but he still had to be fooled......

Lu Ming's indifferent face immediately flashed with a resolute look of determination: "We must use the hand of the Sword Hall to get rid of the Sword Demon as soon as possible!"

Suddenly, Lu Ming had been trying to search for his companion's perception, and suddenly sensed that a powerful force was soaring.

At another look, a young swordsman was wrapped in a small whirlwind, floating in the air!

He is like a flying eagle, looking at the whole world!

"The Storm Sword Body that can fly with the help of the wind? Could it be that he is the legendary number one master of the young generation of the Windwind Empire, Ma Rufeng?"

"Ma Rufeng, that guy who has cultivated to the peak of the Sword King and gathers power?"

"Damn! Storm Sword Body, damn it, how can there be such a pervert!"

The swordsmen, who were rowing hard, shouted with envy at the sight of this man, but the sound sounded much worse than crying, more like a feeble moan.

They were all shocked, in the sword fighting competition, it was undoubtedly difficult to defeat this kind of swordsman, but now that they were deep in the sea, they could only go to Sword Island with all their might.

Storm Sword Body?Lu Ming was immediately interested, and looked at the person who was floating in the air. This person is nearly 1.90 meters tall, his figure is thin and long, but his face is extremely handsome, white and pure, but the eyebrows of a pair of sword eyebrows have risen a little more, which looks very mean, and the first thing people notice when they see him is the eyebrows, which even feels a little weird.

He smiled, looking down at the swordsmen who were spinning in place, and then looked at the swordsmen who were trying to rush towards Sword Island in the storm, and couldn't help but sneer, and turned to chase forward.

The waves were even more turbulent, even Lu Ming, in the face of such a strong force, felt a little powerless, and he had to use some real strength to stabilize the boat, not to mention those great swordsmen and swordsmen.

Lu Ming turned around and began to row hard, but he still made the sword mark separate a trace of power, wrapping around Ma Rufeng's body, secretly watching the drive and use of his power.

However, at this moment, Lu Ming suddenly felt that another powerful force erupted, and the perceptual power also looked into the past, it was a powerful force that was cold, damp, and had a heavy bloody aura.

Lu Ming couldn't help frowning slightly, what kind of swordsman would have such a strong, yet ruthless power?

In the midst of this storm, vision is almost at its lowest point, and only perception is not disturbed. It's just that the perception range is determined by the individual's ability, and Lu Ming could originally perceive a range of nearly a thousand meters, but now it has been reduced to five hundred meters, and the low level of others can naturally be imagined.

With this explosive force, there was a burst of exclamation, and it is more appropriate to say that it is a miserable howl.

Almost everyone noticed the howl, and their attention shifted to see a muscular swordsman with his feet on a wave, slowly moving forward.

He didn't need a boat at all, and he didn't make any movements, just standing at the tip of the waves out of thin air, but with endless momentum, he moved forward.

He was like the bravest and proudest whale against the tide, laughing at the weakness of the stormy waves.

"Tsunami Sword Body? Oh my God! It's actually a Tsunami Sword Body! Is it the legendary one...... Ah......h

The man closest to the wave exclaimed, and then turned into the same howl as before, and kept howling.

It turned out that this swordsman with the tsunami sword body, as soon as it erupted, rushed forward on a ten-meter-high wave, and on the way forward, there was a swordsman who had forgotten to row and was exclaiming. (To be continued......)