The Beacon of Kyushu

The sea water was not very cold, but it had a strong salty smell. Wan Jianfeng plunged into the water and almost choked. He quickly calmed down his mind and calmed down the breath in his body, and then the discomfort gradually subsided. He didn't dare to stay underwater for too long. After his body got used to it a little, he quickly opened his eyes and swam towards the wooden pile.

But I saw his limbs sliding back and forth, seemingly effortlessly, and his body moved forward as quickly as a swimming fish, creating a graceful waterline. Perhaps, his water quality is slightly inferior to that of Shao Hengjiang, but it is enough to shock the world!

Soon, he swam to the many wooden piles, picked the thinnest one, raised the saw and cut off the middle and lower end of the wooden pile. The sunlight penetrates the sea water and shines into the vast sea, and is weakened by the sea water and is no longer dazzling. The weak light shines on the saw teeth of the iron saw, and the saw teeth actually emit a cold light. Although it is not as scary as a sword, it still shows that it is very sharp.

However, iron tools are far less useful underwater than on shore. Although the iron saw Liu Cheng found for Wan Jianfeng was a top-quality saw, it was still extremely difficult for him to cut through the wooden piles with the saw. He could only push the iron saw forward half an inch and then another half inch with force again and again. It took a long time before the entire iron saw was embedded in the wooden pile.

Through the weak sunlight, one could vaguely see that blisters were popping up one after another at Wan Jianfeng's mouth and nose. With each bubble popping up, he spent a moment longer underwater, and the moment he couldn't hold on was also a moment closer.

"Plop...plop..." There was no sound under the water. It was so quiet that it was scary, as if the only sound in the entire sea was Wan Jianfeng's heartbeat. The longer he stayed in the sea, the harder his heartbeat beat. At first, his heartbeat was as subtle as the buzz of a mosquito, but gradually it became more turbulent than the waves.

Wan Jianfeng listened to his heartbeat, and his hand movements became faster and faster, becoming more and more skillful. Although the wooden pile was still very solid, it finally became crumbling in front of the sharp iron saw.

"Fall down for me!" Wan Jianfeng shouted in his heart, and the saw in his hand suddenly cut open a few more inches. Finally, the tall wooden pile could no longer stand and fell to the side.

Wan Jianfeng didn't feel it clearly under the water, but the defenders on the cliff suddenly saw the wooden stakes holding the sky and the ground, broke off the iron chains on their own, and fell into the sea. They couldn't help but look at it from ear to ear. The wooden pile hit the sea surface in the blink of an eye, stirring up a storm of several feet, as if a giant dragon weighing hundreds of kilograms dived into the sea from mid-air, and the power was earth-shattering.

Just now, the veteran had been preoccupied with pretending to be dumbfounded, using the excuse of deafness to delay the execution of various orders from the defenders. At this moment, he seemed to be dozens of years younger. He rowed hard and rowed forward without caring about his personal safety. He braved the overwhelming falling water and broke through the Shirateng River mouth one person and one boat.

Wan Jianfeng also showed his head out of the sea at this time, breathing heavily, "Old...Old man, pull me up quickly! If I hold it in for a while, I will die!" The veteran came from nowhere. With a burst of brute force, he continued to paddle with one hand, and easily pulled Wan Jianfeng onto the ship's board with the other hand.

The defenders were shocked when they saw this, and for a moment they even forgot to release their arrows. When they came to their senses, the veteran had already crossed the river mouth. They fired arrows at the small boat that was several feet away from here, trying to make up for it. The sharp arrows gathered together and roared towards the small boat like a violent storm. However, before they could reach the boat, they ran out of effort, and finally all of them fell. Into the sea. The old soldier had seen the dangerous place, so he rowed slower and said to Wan Jianfeng: "Young hero, do you think the old soldier can row this boat well?"

Wan Jianfeng raised his thumb and said: "It's not just good, it's simply wonderful! Tell me honestly what you do!"

The veteran laughed several times, and when he opened his mouth again, his yellow teeth turned into scallops. He stretched out his hand to uncover his face again, revealing the true face beneath that old face. Wan Jianfeng was lying on the board of the boat and could only see half of his face, but just this half of his face was enough to shock him.

Because this is the face of a middle-aged man, with an elegant face but a hint of domineering in his eyes. Wan Jianfeng felt that this face looked very familiar, but he couldn't place it in his mind for a moment, and couldn't help but fall into deep shock and thought. Before Wan Jianfeng could react, the middle-aged man had already jumped onto the stone wall on the shore and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Who on earth is he..." Wan Jianfeng used to be very resourceful, but now he was at a loss. He thought that what he brought out was just an older veteran with some brains, but the result was far beyond his expectation.

But this place was not a kind place, and Wan Jianfeng could not allow Wan Jianfeng to ponder for too long. He had no choice but to suppress his surprise, pick up the oar and continue paddling forward. He originally wanted to rush to the top of the cliff by himself and send a message to the fishing boats behind him, but he suddenly heard the shouts of killing troops coming from the cliffs on both sides.

One of the armies on both sides shouted in Quyue dialect, while the other shouted in Chinese. Wan Jianfeng hurriedly looked up and saw that the two sides on the cliff were indeed fighting together, especially a purple figure that was the most eye-catching.

The movement of this purple shadow is as erratic as that of an immortal, and the long sword dances in its hand. Even though it is held more than ten feet away, it still makes people feel terrified. In the thin white mist, this purple figure is like a fairy from Lingbo. It is so beautiful that people are fascinated by it, but the swift sword light only shines coldly on Kyushu.

Wan Jianfeng knew that it was her who came, it must be her. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, sweeter than ever. Even if his life was accidentally taken away by Liu Ya, he was still satisfied! (End of chapter)