Chapter Five Hundred and Fortieth Dragon Inhalation Sea
The waves were driven by the wind, and many were higher than warships. The six warships were thrown up and down in the storm almost like the throwing game that Dagan's children played when they were young. BiquΩ Ge
The seawater swept over the side of the ship, and many of the baggage weapons disappeared in an instant, or several soldiers on the ship were taken away.
But no one had time to take care of this. They only heard someone calling the soldiers' names loudly, but no one responded.
The warship rose and fell, and several times the waves were so powerful that the warship was completely submerged. After a breath, the warship broke out of the sea again, which was truly a spectacle.
It was only at this time that the excellence of Fucong's warship became apparent. No matter how big the waves were, as long as the helmsman had a good helm and the sails were right, no matter how violent the wind and waves, the warship could always fight for a chance to survive in the world.
Li fell into the cabin and his expression changed with horror. The warship was heaving and undulating quite normally, and it would even tilt its hull from time to time. The worst case was that it was almost standing upright on the side peaks of the waves, as if it was about to sink to the bottom of the sea in the next moment.
All the tables, chairs and sundries in the cabin flew upside down and fell to one place. Li Luo quickly shot out several wind lanterns to avoid burning the warship.
Outside the cabin, there were sparks in the night sky, one lightning after another, splitting the dark clouds above the head wantonly, coating the sea like Shura hell with a layer of pale silver. If the ensuing thunder hadn't woken everyone up,
I'm afraid just the sight in front of them can make even a weak-minded soldier feel heartbroken.
The waves brought the warship to the top of the wave, and then threw it down hard the next moment. Before the soldiers on the ship could breathe a sigh of relief, another wave came one after another, one after another.
Congfu desperately held the rudder and shouted to the officers on board to adjust the direction of the sail and use the wind to sail away from this ghost land as quickly as possible.
At this moment, someone suddenly shouted loudly: "There is a dragon sucking ahead!"
It seemed that in order to show its power, the heaven and earth responded to the roar of the soldiers on the ship, and a bolt of lightning that was three times brighter than before struck down the head and plunged straight into the sea water.
With this flash of lightning, a bottomless whirlpool was clearly visible a few miles in front of the warship. At a rough glance, it was as big as a hundred feet in size. It was extremely frightening, as if it was a hungry evil beast in the sea, with its blood flowing out.
Pen Dakou waited for everyone on the boat to put it into his mouth.
The sound of the wind seemed to be quieter, and Cong Fu's expression changed drastically. The sound of the wind near the warship was indeed quieter, but it was just absorbed by the dragon not far away.
Everyone on the boat had pale faces. Even though they were used to wandering on the sea, they had rarely seen such a large dragon being sucked into the sea.
Cong Fu hurriedly ordered his soldiers to turn the sails in an attempt to escape the whirlpool, but the wind weakened. Although the sails turned around, the warship was dozens of feet closer to the whirlpool.
The young soldier who had just noticed the sky shouted quickly: "We can't run out."
Cong Fu quickly looked around him, his eyes flashed with a sharp look, and he shouted angrily: "Turn the sail around and rush towards Yinlong's mouth."
After that, he pounded the rudder for several weeks and shouted sternly, "Si Youjuan, you take the helm."
Congfu handed the rudder of the ship to Si Youjun, and with a flash of lightning, he grabbed a few cables and turned the sail around.
With the help of the wind, the sea water under the ship was also facing the direction of the whirlpool. The warship suddenly lifted up and used the speed of the warship to sail away from the whirlpool.
The distance of several miles came within a few moments. Cong Fu had no time to pay attention to the whirlpool that was so close, and shouted angrily: "Hold on, we must get through it!"
The speed of the warship is getting faster and faster, as fast as a galloping horse. Everyone on the ship can already see the whirlpool. There are a few strands of blue in the darkness, and it is bottomless. It seems to be sucking in everything here. Just look at the top
At one glance, my eyes fell into it and I couldn't pull it out for a long time.
Seeing that he was about to catch the edge of the whirlpool, Cong Fu wrapped the sail cable around a mast, turned around and passed Si Youjuan, carefully turned the rudder and leaned in.
The officers and men on the boat paused to calm down.
At this moment, no one thought that a mast could not withstand the force of the sail cable and suddenly broke. The sail shook, the wind direction suddenly changed, the hull suddenly moved several feet sideways, and the bow of the ship was about to fall into the whirlpool.
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The faces of everyone on the ship changed drastically, and before they had time to shout, several soldiers threw themselves at the sail cables without thinking about their own safety. If the warship fell into the whirlpool, no one on the ship would survive.
But the mast was broken so suddenly that Fu Cong's soldiers were a little too late in taking action. All the blood drained from Cong Fu's pretty face, and he had no time to think about how life and death could come so quickly.
A figure flashed out from the darkness, reaching out to grab the flying cable. The figure suddenly fell. Before the figure could stand still, a bright red knife light lit up, piercing straight down and passing through the ship's plank.
So deep that it has no handle.
The person who came used the power of the long knife in his hand to tighten the cable. The warship swayed, but only managed to avoid falling into the whirlpool by a hair.
Everyone on the boat cheered in unison. Congfu didn't have time to look closely at who was holding the cable, but he clearly ordered: "Hold on!"
The hull of the warship tilted suddenly and rushed along the edge of the whirlpool. The hissing sound coming from the whirlpool seemed to be an inch away from my ears.
The bun was gently loosened, and a few strands of white were scattered by the strong wind. It was Li Luo who had been staying in the cabin.
Li Luo held the cable tightly, the hull of the ship tilted, and Li Luo's body also tilted. The vortex was right below his eyes, and there seemed to be an open magic eye in the depths, looking coldly at the soldiers on the ship.
Suddenly, Li Luo suddenly felt that the sound of the storm around him had disappeared. Looking into the depths of the deep and unpredictable whirlpool, he only felt a strange sense of peace and tranquility, which was incompatible with this violent storm.
Before Li Luo could make a detailed analysis, the warship sailed out of the whirlpool like a flying star, and the officers and men on board shouted loudly, letting go of the pain and fear that had just been suppressed in their hearts.
The warship took advantage of its strength, and several dragons that had sailed away from the whirlpool were sucked into the sea. The ship's hull was leveled again, and several Fu Cong soldiers ran over to take the cable from Li Luo's hand and readjust the sail.
Cong Fu put down the rudder in his hand and jumped over. When he saw Li Luo, he did not hide the surprise in his eyes. He said with curiosity and admiration: "You are very good."
Li Luo looked at Cong Fu blankly and said nothing for a long time. Cong Fu laughed and said, "What, are you scared to death?" After saying that, he stretched out his jade hand and waved it in front of Li Luo's eyes.
Li Luo came back to his senses, exhaled, and murmured: "Is there anyone in the whirlpool?"
Congfu laughed and said: "Whirlpool? You mean Yinlongkou, how could there be anyone there!? Did you see monsters and monsters?"
Li Luo shook his head gently and whispered: "I saw myself in the whirlpool."
"What?" Cong Fu was stunned and confused.
Li Luo slowly drew out the Minghong Sword, with indescribable tiredness and sadness in his eyes, and gently retreated to the darkness of the warship. (To be continued.)