Wow~!
In the split second when Lv Songliang raised his longsword, the water on the West Lake boiled.
The waves swept and the lake rushed.
As if summoned, the monstrous water gathered under Lv Songliang's sword.
As everyone watched, ten thousand tons of water, wrapped up in the sword Qi, almost condensed into ice.
Then, with an unstoppable momentum, it slashed down towards Ye Fan in front.
The wind and waves along the way were like an ocean storm that swept the four directions.
The waves lined up, and the broken boulders, like ice and snow that had been swept up by the wind and waves, were splattered everywhere.
From afar, it looked like a silver-white auger dragon, roaming the four seas and devouring the firmament.
"My God!"
"Is this the majesty of the title clan?"
"Raise your hand and make the lake roll back and the rocks and mountains crack."
"Even the earth beneath your feet trembles under its power?"
After seeing Lu Songliang's strike, the faces of those watching from afar on the island, already filled with tremors, were undoubtedly even more horrified and frightened.
Even though they had already seen in books the overwhelming power of a title grandmaster.
However, now that they were there, experiencing it for themselves, the shock was undoubtedly even more intense.
Until now, they had finally understood deeply why the realm of the title had caused countless martial artists to pursue it like moths to a flame.
All of this was because the power of the title was so fascinating.
"If I had mastered the same power as my grandfather, how could I, Lu Hua, have been so humiliated in the Rain Forest?
"How could the God of War have been bossing me around on Genting Mountain back then?"
"If I am the title, how dare the Martial Court of Yanshan judge me?"
"If I had the power of the seal, why would I be so afraid of that Ye Fan?"
In the crowd, Lu Hua, who had been terrified before, suddenly lost all his fears after seeing his grandfather's skills.
There was only fire and yearning in his eyes.
It was the desire for power, the yearning and pursuit of the title realm.
Even martial daoists like them were so frightened, not to mention commoners like Yang Zijiang and Zhang Xinyu.
"Fuck!"
"This... This..."
"This is a fucking movie, isn't it?"
....
"No, domestic films can't make such special effects..."
Yang Zijiang and his wife have been trembling madly.
Looking at Lu Songliang, who was standing across the void, water gathered into a dragon, his eyes were nearly staring out of their heads in horror and shock.
I felt so disillusioned that it was like watching a fucking movie.
The world view of so many years had almost collapsed at this point.
It was hard for them to imagine that human power could still be so powerful.
"Dead~"
"That dude played ball."
"Under this kind of might, even if that buddy is made of iron, I'm afraid that he would have to be split by this old man's sword."
Yang Zijiang shouted in horror, looking at Ye Fan with pity, feeling that there was no chance of this young man surviving.
"Yeah."
"It's a wonder he can live."
"He's also looking for death, isn't it good to honestly be the leader of his own gangsters in Jiangdong?"
"You had to come into someone's territory to spill the beans."
"And you thought this was Jiangdong?"
Chu Wenfei also echoed the sentiment.
However, while everyone was shaken by Lu Songliang's might, Ye Fan was still standing quietly on top of the West Lake.
On top of the West Lake, Ye Fan was still standing quietly.
In front of him was sword energy like a dragon, behind him was the river of heaven sweeping.
But Ye Fan's face was expressionless, standing horizontally for a long time.
There was no joy or sorrow on his clear and beautiful face, making one unable to see the slightest emotion.
A pair of cold eyes, always calmly looking forward.
No one knew what kind of sharpness was contained in the deep eyes of the young man in front of him.
"Well?"
"What's going on with this peerless clan?"
"Why haven't you done anything yet?"
"Have you lost your nerve?"
Seeing this, many people frowned and were filled with confusion.
"It shouldn't~"
"Although this junior is still junior, even if he is no longer famous, he is still a strong person who has been sealed with a title."
"It's not so much that he's scared out of his wits by a single move of Lu, is it?"
Among the crowd, some people felt strange.
I just felt that this so-called Peerless Master was too watery.
Not even a struggle?
"There's nothing strange about it."
"I once heard my grandfather say that the might of a title clan master is as powerful as an abyss."
"Under the pressure of the title master's might, many people only feel as if they are on top of Mount Tai and can't even move."
"Obviously, that Ye Fan was just shaken by Lu Lao's mighty pressure."
"At this time, even if he wanted to make a move, he couldn't move at all."
At this time, a one-eyed old man came out, stroking his beard as he swore and explained to the crowd.
"So that's how it is."
"I told you, why is this Ye Fan unable to move in the face of Lu Lao's attack."
"So it's because he was shaken by the pressure of the title clan."
"In that case, then everything is explained."
The crowd nodded their heads as they heard the one-eyed old man's words, their intuition clearing up.
At this time, Lu Songliang's offensive had also descended on Ye Fan.
Boom~
With a loud bang, as if a spark had hit the earth, Lu Songliang's vertical and horizontal sword qi steadily struck Ye Fan's body.
In a split second, it was as if a small nuclear bomb had exploded here.
The area of water beneath Ye Fan's feet was evaporated alive.
Ten thousand hectares of lake water, also under the impact of this majestic energy, seemed to have gone mad, sweeping in all directions.
Even the tourists who were taking their beautiful women on a boat trip thousands of metres away from each other were also affected, with their boats tipping over on their sides.
Fortunately, they were close to the shore, and after capsizing, they were swept along by the waves, which washed them right up onto the shore.
The storm swirled and the waves were huge.
The so-called Ten Sceneries of West Lake were undoubtedly eclipsed by the Broken Bridge, the Leifeng Sunset, and other scenes.
"Ah ah ah~"
"Run!"
"Tsunami~"
"There's a tsunami~"
"The tsunami is coming~"
Outside the West Lake, there is no doubt that chaos has broken out.
Thousands of tourists, almost fleeing for their lives, are running like mad.
The martial artists on the island were no exception, as they were all pounded to the ground by the waves.
As for the red carpets and flowers that had been set up, they were all swept away by the waves.
No one could have imagined that just one move could cause such enormous damage.
The power of the seal was truly terrifying.
The wind and waves on the West Lake lasted for a long time before finally returning to calm.
"How was it?"
"Is it over?"
....
At this time, the martial artists on Lakshin Island were also all getting up from the ground.
Not caring about their wet clothes, as soon as they got up, their eyes all fell towards the place of the storm in front of them.
There, they saw Lv Songliang in a long robe, his eyebrows and eyes awe-inspiring, standing with his hands in the air.
The pale white hair, dancing in the wind, banish like immortality.