Tens of thousands of aquatic monsters floated on the water, the Jingshui River became a river of monsters, and the boat crossing the Wen River became a lonely boat in the Dead Sea.

When everyone was in despair, the sound of a long sword being unsheathed broke the tranquility of the death realm.

"It's a knife..."

Scholar Xiaoliu could tell with his ears whether a sword or a sword was unsheathed, but he couldn't figure out the meaning of drawing a sword at this time.

There are countless monsters on the river, and there is no use for any knives.

The other scholars looked around blankly, only to see a figure walking towards the bow of the ship.

Liu Sanniang recognized Yunji, and she wanted to shout out the word danger, but now that the Duwen ship was in a dangerous place, it was not dangerous anywhere. It was just the difference between dying early or dying late.

The old servant of Ji Zhu stared blankly at the double swords in Yunji's hands.

He could feel the silent roar coming from the blade, as if the sword was more terrifying than the monster.

Yunji walked towards the bow of the ship step by step.

With bare feet and two knives in hand, he walked towards the terrifying giant squid.

King Ji, who fell down on the deck, saw the young man's figure walking by and heard a slightly mocking whisper.

"If you can't even protect your life, how can you comfort your life? If you can't even protect a boat, how can you protect the peace of the world?"

Yunji walked towards the bow of the ship without looking back, and said proudly: "Since swords are said to be useless, let King Ji take a look today to see what the sword is used for."

Yunji stood on the bow of the boat, raised his arms, with the blades facing down, and inserted two bone knives on both sides of the bow with two clicks.

The ferry boat has two extra horns.

Putting his foot between the two swords on the bow of the boat, Yunji suddenly shouted: "Boatman, let's sail the boat!"

With the sound of the boat sailing, two bone knives burst out with terrifying and evil energy, and a dragon's head seemed to appear from the bow!

The giant squid wrapped around the hull of the boat was originally opening its mouth to devour the humans on the bow. However, when the two swords appeared, this high-level and peak-level river monster felt as if it had been struck by lightning, and its rolled-up long claws froze in the air.

Invisible waves of evil energy exploded from the bow of the ferry, spreading in a circular shape and sweeping around like wind.

The river monsters swept by this vicious wave were all frightened and inexplicable.

Groups of giant-toothed pomfrets fled in all directions, and some of them ran into a reef at the bottom of the river and died with a bloody head.

Countless man-eating jellyfish gathered their whisker-like tentacles, curled up into a ball, and quickly sank to the bottom of the river while trembling.

Pieces of horned cold frogs were facing down, furiously kicking back, each trying to escape for their lives.

Groups of red-skinned pythons burrowed into the depths of the river bottom mud, crawling desperately into the depths without even noticing their scales being crushed by sand and gravel.

Hundreds of giant squid fled the middle of the river as fast as they could, escaping far away in a hurry. No one dared to look back.

The fangs of the Cold Dragon King drove away the river demon like a command.

How could a group of river monsters resist the aura of the King of the Sea?

Once Yunji opens all the vicious aura sealed on the bone knives, these two knives will emit the terrifying pressure of the Jiao King. The aquatic monsters in rivers and lakes are particularly sensitive to this vicious aura, and will be frightened when they hear it.

Shocked.

The dragon's teeth turn into swords, and all the demons retreat!

The sails are raised and the rudder is turned.

When the wind blows, the boat sails.

The ferry boat once again braved the wind and waves and sailed to the other side.

"This..." King Ji saw the King Squid and other sea tribes retreating with his own eyes. He was so shocked that he was speechless.

"How can a magic weapon be so powerful? It shouldn't be..." The old servant of Foundation Establishment was filled with surprises.

He could see the level of the two swords, but he couldn't figure out why the magic weapon had such power. If the magic weapon had the ability to frighten thousands of demons, he would not doubt it, but he had never heard that the magic weapon could also frighten thousands of demons.

"The demon escaped? He was saved!"

"Don't underestimate those who use swords from now on. They have real abilities."

"Isn't it? He is much stronger than us. I will also have to learn swordsmanship and swordsmanship in the future. At least I don't have to wait to die when I encounter monsters."

The scholars were just waking up from a dream. No one dared to cheer loudly for fear of attracting the river monster again. They whispered and looked at the bow of the boat with eyes full of awe.

"What a terrible knife..." Shizi Xiaoliu stared blankly at the two swords on the bow of the ship.

He is considered a master of swordsmanship, but he can frighten away the river monster directly at the bow of the boat without cutting it off.

"What a knife! From now on, the ferry will not charge you for crossing the river." Liu Sanniang said loudly. She controlled the half mast and broken rudder like a fish in water, and the ship sailed smoothly.

"This is what the sword is for..." King Ji muttered to himself, immersed in shock for a long time.

He has never experienced the feeling of being in a place of death, nor has he experienced the expectation of living towards death, nor has he experienced the shock of being able to frighten thousands of monsters with a sword.

That strange and frail young man gave Yun Guang not only a shock, but also a blow.

Over the years, King Ji has always been stubborn in his belief that Jiyun must rely on its cultural heritage to revive. What he is obsessed with is to carry forward the cultural heritage, educate the world with his articles, and defeat the enemy with his words and swords.

But now, King Ji's stubbornness has been completely shattered.

The context and articles he believed in were indeed the way to govern the country in the peaceful and prosperous times, but they didn't even count in front of a group of ferocious and cruel monsters.

The sword is the means of slaying demons and the foundation of a life.

Could it be that Jiyun was wrong...

Yun Guang sat slumped on the deck. He no longer had the aura of a superior person and was helpless.

He began to doubt Jiyun's strategy of rejuvenating the country through cultural heritage, and felt that educating the world through articles was a joke. He even doubted the true purpose of Jiyun's previous rulers.

Are you suppressing dissidents and rejuvenating the country with culture, or are you trying to fill up a bottomless pit of lies...

Once the concepts formed over the years collapsed, King Ji's eyes began to become blank, and his heart felt as if death.

The old servant could see the ups and downs of King Ji's mood, and enlightened: "There are countless strong people and strange people in the world. You don't need to be too concerned about it. Although there is a gap in realm between practitioners, there are some capable people who can ignore the gap or even cross it. That little guy

The gentleman is obviously a strong man who has never been born in the world. He is not very advanced but has amazing methods. I have to accept him."

The old servant seemed to be enlightening King Ji, but he was also enlightening himself.

He is cultivating the foundation, and although his realm is not so stable, he is still building the foundation.

And Yunji is just a Qi practitioner.

The foundation-building master almost died in the tide of the Ghost King, but the Qi practitioner stabilized the ferry and became a springboard for Ji King's master and servant. This can be regarded as saving the two of them once.

The subsequent Tengyao River turned the ferry across the river into a dead end. The old servant in the foundation-building realm had no choice but to wait for death. It was a qi practitioner who used his double swords to scare away the demon clan all over the river.

The old servant sighed secretly and remembered an old saying.

Compare people to death, compare goods and throw them away.

It's not that he doesn't want to compare, it's that he simply can't compare.

As the ship hoisted its sails, singing came from the bow.

Climbing the hills leads to greater swamps.

Driving cattle and sheep, running around.

My sister knits straw sandals, leather jackets are the warmest.

Walk a thousand miles and cross a river.

The ghost king tide brings many fish and shrimps.

When the tide rises, we drive away demons; when the tide falls, we sing folk songs.

The singing was loud and loud, resounding throughout the river.

The clear water and blue sky, the other shore can be seen in the distance.

The boy on the bow of the boat was facing the cold wind with a smile on his face.

Behind him, there were countless awed looks.

Ten years of ghost king tide,

Hundreds of miles of floating corpses,

A shepherd's song,
Chapter completed!