All the guards on the shore worked together to drag him up.
He Lingchuan was soaked with semen, and just as he shook his head, a big wave swept over the river bank, burying all the rocks he was standing on under the water with a bang.
The wave was so big that everyone quickly retreated.
The Han River was originally clear, but the big waves rushing down from the west carried countless mud, sand, earth, rocks, and branches with them, as fierce as a yellow dragon.
The ground under his feet also trembled because of this force. He Lingchuan leaned on the ground with his knife and silently felt the violence of the river. His heart was also surging, as if it was in resonance.
Water has no shape but is powerful, just like the sword intention he has learned.
Rainwater flowed down from his forehead to his chin. He Lingchuan pressed his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist and suddenly slashed forward diagonally.
The small tree directly in front was still dancing wildly in the strong wind, its branches swaying wildly, but not a single branch fell.
He was not very fast in swinging the knife, and his shot was crooked.
Shan Youjun and others said nothing, but the sentry not far away couldn't help but laugh.
Is this Young Master He the head of a candle with a silver spear? It was raining heavily and the river was chopping water. When he came up, he had to show off again. In the end, not a single leaf was cut off. It was so funny.
I thought standing guard by the river would be dangerous and boring, but I didn't know I could watch a show today.
He Lingchuan sheathed his sword with a clang, smiled at them, turned around and left.
They walked five or seven feet away, and the two sentries were still chatting and laughing, and then they heard a muffled "click".
They looked back and saw that a piece of ground on the shore that was larger than a round table suddenly cracked. First it was a crack, then it became a ditch, and then, the hard mud fell directly into the rushing river.
This piece of ground is about a foot behind the small tree that He Lingchuan chopped with his knife.
The two stopped laughing and looked at each other.
Could it be that Mr. He's sword energy passed through the dancing saplings and cut off the shore behind?
It hasn't rained all winter. You can imagine how hard the ground on the water bank is. It takes a lot of force to break it.
Besides, the hundreds of branches of the small tree are dancing wildly in the wind, can the sword energy pass through them without damaging them at all?
Is this a coincidence? It must be.
He Lingchuan didn't bother to care what these two people thought. After he slashed at the right time according to the situation, his mind became clearer and his breath became better. Even his breathing became smoother, and the sluggish feeling of soaking in the water was swept away.
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Can I have another knife?
It's hard to say, and he doesn't know either.
On this occasion, he dare not say that his cultivation level has improved, but at least he has broken through the sword intention and made himself more harmonious.
The technique of wave cutting has taken a small step forward.
Just wait for him to strengthen and consolidate as soon as possible.
So he walked briskly back to the tent, playing a little tune.
But when he passed by the Chinese army's tent, he seemed to hear a dispute coming from inside, including the voice of his father He Chunhua.
He Lingchuan didn't think much and was about to dive in.
The soldiers guarding the tent refused: "Stop, don't come in unless you tell me!"
He Lingchuan was too lazy to argue with him, so he shouted: "Dad!"
"Chuan'er?" He Chunhua's voice came out, "Come in!"
Chapter completed!