The rain is getting lighter.
The wind is getting wilder.
The ocean surface was constantly stirred up by strange waves,
The waves are rough.
It seems like there are dragons fighting at the bottom of the sea, causing wind and rain.
Twenty miles from the coast.
Around the big ship where Zhu Bishi was, there were already dozens of ships of different sizes, parked far away, floating on the sea, waiting for the battle to begin.
On every ship, there is a powerful martial arts aura released, which stabilizes the ship on the stormy ocean to prevent it from being overturned by the wind and waves.
At this time, divine light floated.
A small white boat, moving steadily through the wind and waves, slowly entered the viewing area.
The small boat was three meters long and two meters wide. Within a radius of ten meters, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the waves disappeared, as if it was a world of its own. It was extremely weird.
Standing at the bow of the ship was a gorgeous woman in a white dress.
The long white dress is unstained and stretches to the floor. Her skin is like gelatin, which can be broken by blows. Her skin is as radiant as snow. Her long snow-colored hair is held together by a golden hairband. A golden soft belt is tied around her waist, holding the originally loose robe together. The waist and hips are tied together to highlight the soft and graceful figure of a woman, with towering peaks, slender legs, and perfect waist and hip curves.
She stood on the bow of the ship, her eyes were deep and smart, her facial features were beautiful and exquisite, and she had a noble and sacred temperament, as if she was a mysterious goddess from the Nine Heavens who was left behind in the world.
To the right and slightly behind him stood a young man with an upright posture.
The boy looks about fifteen or sixteen years old, but his shoulders are broad and his waist is narrow. He is tall and tall, half a head taller than the woman. His face is like a crown jade, his eyes are like dots of lacquer, his sword-shaped eyebrows slant into his temples, his nose is straight and his mouth is upright. The simple and plain blue student robe, worn on him, looked like the Immortal King's robe.
He is handsome and handsome, unparalleled and unmatched.
When everyone saw it, they couldn't help but win over it.
Even a successful martial arts master who was in a perfect state of mind could not help but feel his eyes light up at this moment, feeling astonished that in such a troubled world, there was such a pair of gods and lovers.
This man and woman are naturally Chief Priest Qin and Lin Beichen.
Concerned about his master's safety, Lin Beichen finally persuaded Chief Priest Qin, and the two of them sailed over together to cheer for Ding Sanshi in raiding the formation.
Zhu Bishi noticed the arrival of the two people at the first moment.
The two men appeared together, and Ding Sanshi's position was self-evident.
"It seems that I can't hold back today."
A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
On the boat.
"Watch the battle today, don't make any move."
Chief Qin offered sacrifices.
Lin Beichen nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice, and said: "I know, Sister Qin, you have said it many times, I will never do anything random..."
As he spoke, his eyes rolled around and he looked around.
Finally, he saw that on several large ships, there were professionals carrying [clairvoyance] lenses and debugging the Xuanwen formation. It was obvious that they were going to broadcast the live broadcast of the Grand Master Battle, which had shocked most of the North Sea Empire. .
That's reassuring.
The time for a cup of tea flies by in a blink of an eye.
The decisive battle is approaching.
Ding Sanshi hasn't appeared yet.
On the surrounding boats, the people waiting had a look of surprise in their eyes.
"Why aren't you here yet?"
"You're not afraid, are you?"
"What delayed you?"
There were discussions on boats of all sizes.
On the big ship in the middle of the sea, Zhu Bishi jumped up, flew into the air, crossed a distance of fifty meters, and landed steadily on the sea. He was riding on the waves under his feet, and his profound energy was flowing, just like the legendary sea clan. A water column slowly flew up, like a fairy platform, lifting him above the sea.
"Ding Lei, the time has come, show up and die!"
Zhu Bishi spoke.
Its sound is like thunder.
The sound waves broke through the air, scattering the red sky and rainwater within hundreds of meters in front and turning them into mist, sweeping towards the port, like a mist water dragon, which was spectacular.
"What a strong profound energy cultivation."
"Terrible, worthy of being the first of the four great sword slaves."
The faces of the spectators on the surrounding ships, large and small, could not help but change greatly.
Just this sound shows his skill.
Once the expert takes action, there is nothing.
"Why isn't Master here yet?"
Lin Beichen became a little anxious when he saw this pig being so arrogant.
Master, this old man couldn't have gone into seclusion and died in seclusion, right
at this time-
call out!
A white sword light hundreds of meters long broke through the sky from the direction of the harbor.
"The time has just come, are you in a hurry to die?"
Ding Sanshi's voice was like rolling thunder, roaring from the direction of the port.
That 100-meter sword light seemed to be a slash that split the sky, splitting the water mist dragon roared by Zhu Bishi directly from it. The remaining force was endless, and it actually spanned a distance of dozens of miles, splitting the waves, forming a jaw-dropping line. Sword marks, go straight to Zhubishi!
A look of surprise suddenly appeared in Zhu Bishi's eyes.
He directly reached out and drew his sword.
The long sword is in hand, and the sword thrust out.
boom!
The sword light collided on the sea, making a deafening roar.
The terrible force caused the water surface at the center of the impact to sink three to four meters in an instant, and then exploded violently, with water pillars like dragons.