The moment Lu Liangsheng cast a spell and unleashed the Five Directions and Five Elements.
The river breeze and the cloudy wind blew against each other, and the waves rushed up to the sky with a bang, splashing the deck and the bridge of the large ship. The entire slow-moving ship tilted to the other side in an instant, making a creaking sound.
"Hold on!" The soldier who was soaked in water tilted his head with a knife, wiped the water off his face, and shouted: "The Imperial Master has ordered, don't pay attention, keep sailing!"
The soldiers around him tucked their spears under their armpits and grabbed anything nearby with their hands. In their shaking vision, they looked at the waves rising up in the river in horror, their faces panicked and their hands and feet tensed.
Han Qinhu rushed out of the cabin barefoot. A huge wave hit the hull and knocked the old man down with a bang. In an instant, the guards who came rushed over dragged him back to the cabin. The old man was dragged on the ground, his hands and feet were still waving and kicking, and he was roaring to the outside.
"My Great Sui follows the orthodoxy of heaven, and your Southern Chen deserves its demise—"
squeak…
The ship was shaking, and the keel of the ship was making a low groan of friction. Behind the screaming old man on the ground, the Taoist was awakened. He yawned, felt the shaking under his feet, the howling wind outside, and the crashing waves. Looking at the old general being dragged back into the cabin by the soldiers, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Fighting?!"
Then, grabbing the whisk, Sun Yingxian jumped over the old man and ran out of the cabin.
"Get out of the way, everyone. I am good at fighting, let me do it!"
As soon as he walked out of the cabin and ran a few steps, huge waves crashed onto the side of the ship. He stopped talking abruptly and rushed to the deck in front with his whisk. There, Lu Pan and eight others formed a dustpan formation and looked at the Taoist who was lying in front of them.
"What are you good at?"
"..." Sun Yingxian ignored him, got up and jumped twice on the spot to shake off the water stains on his Taoist robe. At this time, on the opposite ship building, a figure in a black and gold-plated robe appeared, with flying hair on the side of his face, looking towards the south. He also captured the position of the caster, swung his sword and pointed it forward.
A touch of light blue was like a swimming snake, winding towards the south.
More than a hundred miles northwest of Hegu County, somewhere on a hill, the trees, flowers and plants were swaying wildly, and leaves were falling off the branches and rolling into the sky. On the big rock at the top of the mountain, an old man felt the strong wind wielded by the other party, and as if it was expected, he covered his face with his wide sleeves and made a spell with his other hand.
"Dingmao rides a crane, wearing golden armor and black robes!"
A layer of Dharma light emanated from his whole body, and strong winds blew over it, just like raindrops falling into a lotus pond, causing ripples. Chen Fu stroked his beard slightly, moved his feet, and his face darkened.
In the past, he said that Lu Liangsheng was as good as him. Considering his disciple's face, he was also curious about the other party's cultivation level. During the fight, they finally got to know each other and found that they were indeed equally matched.
However, since he is an enemy and not a friend, we cannot let him go!
He flipped his hands, crossed his arms in front of him, and made finger gestures. The Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches originally printed on the back of his Taoist robe began to glow and gradually rotated.
“… Genshan displayed its mighty spirit, closed the doors of the earth, blocked his path, pierced his heart, broke his stomach, and sealed his soul.”
…
The big ship was shaking, and Lu Liangsheng turned his head, raised his hand and waved, deflecting a flying stone. On both sides of the river, the earth and rocks were cracking, and countless small stones were whizzing towards them. On the side of the ship, the soldiers raised their shields and rushed forward, covering their companions with spears behind them.
Stones flew and hit the shields with a slight sound. More stones hit the shields like a rainstorm. The arms of the soldiers holding the shields were shaking slightly, and their feet pressed hard on the deck to support themselves to prevent themselves from retreating.
Boom—
In the river ahead, the cliffs on both sides, which were originally narrow, collapsed and dropped rocks into the river, closing like a sluice gate, pushing towards the river channel. The waves squeezed the water and flowed back, washing away the incoming Wu Ya warship, with its bow rising and falling. The soldiers looked at the two cliffs gradually closing in horror and shouted.
"The mountain is moving, it's too late, it's going to hit us!!"
On the boat tower, Lu Liangsheng used the Five Elements Taoism to sweep back the flying rocks. Hearing the soldiers' shouting, he looked towards the mountain wall that was closing in on the river in front of him and waved his finger.
Shouting: "Go back!"
The rumbling sound stopped for a moment, and when it sounded again, the cliffs on both sides slowly retracted, and the moment the river channel was reopened, the five-tooth ship under the scholar broke through the rolling waves and rushed over.
The Toad Taoist jumped out from his apprentice's sleeve, climbed onto the fence, and with his hands behind his back, he looked out at the receding mountain wall. The magic power above seemed vaguely familiar to him.
"Liang Sheng, the other party seems to be using the Six Dings and Six Jias Technique."
"How powerful is the spell?"
"Hmph." The toad held its flippers, closed its eyes and turned away.
"generally."
…
"Hmm? Five Elements Taoism?"
On the other side, Chen Fu felt his magic power stagnate. It was because the soil and rock he was using were mixed with the opponent's magic. The old man frowned slightly, thinking that if he used similar magic again, the effect would be minimal.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, your cultivation is profound."
The magic power of both sides mixed together, and during this moment of mixing, Chen Fu's words rang out in the air.
“… But why did the Chen people forget their ancestors on this land and run to serve the Sui people as dogs?”
In the river channel far to the north, the waves gradually calmed down. On the boat deck, Lu Liangsheng waved his robe sleeves and carried the Toad Taoist behind him, holding up the Toad Taoist with his other hand. He looked at the Dharma sound coming from the air and slightly opened his thin lips.
"Lu Liangsheng has never forgotten his ancestors and burns incense to pay respects to them every day."
"Hmph, that's irrelevant! I know all about your scholar's tricks." On the other side of the hill, Chen Fu was obviously not satisfied with what the scholar said.
"If someone doesn't even like his native land, he must be without a father or a mother, or even ancestors!"
When Lu Liangsheng heard this, his eyes narrowed, and the hand holding the toad unconsciously tightened, and his tone became cold.
"I only see that the people of my hometown live and work in peace and contentment. As for whether they are worthy of their homeland, haha, I'm afraid you are referring to the royal family."
With his clenched palms, the Taoist Toad bulged his eyes and used his flippers to slap his disciple's hands.
“… Let… Let go, Master… I can’t breathe…”
The struggling fist extended to his shoulder and neck, because the other party said, "I'm afraid you have no father or mother, and even no ancestors," Lu Liangsheng's face lost its previous gentleness.
He let go of his master, released the fence, raised his hand, and the scabbard hanging on his waist shook slightly. With a clang, the moon emitted a cold light.
Lu Liangsheng put his sword finger against the sword and wrote along the patterns on it with his fingertips. He wrote several "Kill!" characters in a row, overlapping them and summoning the wind shape from the wind, forest, fire and mountain on the sword.
Whoosh whoosh…
The raging river wind and cold wind all around were torn apart in an instant, forming a funnel visible to the naked eye, sucking away the suspended sword. The soldiers below covered their iron helmets, shouted loudly and ran. In the swirling gusts, their feet left the ground and crashed into the ship's tower. Some people simply lay directly on the deck to avoid being blown away.
The ship's tower shook slightly. Lu Liangsheng watched the last gust of wind sink into the sword. He slowly closed his eyes and uttered a word.
"cut!"
The magic sword outside the floating ship had several wisps of green air swirling around it. When the command was given, the sword body lit up with magic light and slowly leveled out in mid-air, with the tip of the sword pointing straight to the south.
The next moment.
It turned into a stream of light and rushed straight into the sky.