"Qu Fusheng!" Yang Zhengshan raised his spear and pointed it straight at Qu Fusheng.
"Yang Zhengshan!" Qu Fusheng also raised his staff and pointed it straight at Yang Zhengshan.
The two stared at each other, their sharp gazes colliding amid the sudden gale.
Yang Zhengshan's figure shot forward. He raised his spear and thrust straight out, and more than ten streaks of spear light erupted in an instant.
Rumble, rumble~~
Thunder shook the air, and the wind and rain seemed to be pierced through by the spear light.
Qu Fusheng's expression changed slightly. The iron staff in hand spun before him, and he actually blocked all dozen-odd streaks of spear light.
But within the spear light was the Mysterious Iron Spear Yang Zhengshan held in hand. The spear tip pressed against the iron staff, and the ferocious force directly sent Qu Fusheng flying, knocking him off the ship and into the water.
Yang Zhengshan leapt again, standing on the gunwale and looking down at the surging seawater below.
After a moment, Qu Fusheng surfaced from the water. He stood atop the waves, his figure rising and falling unsteadily.
Yang Zhengshan said nothing more. He jumped straight off the ship, stepped on the waves, raised his long spear, and brought it cleaving down.
With a bang, the long spear smashed down onto the waves, sending up another wave a zhang high.
Qu Fusheng dodged, but Yang Zhengshan actually stepped sideways across the waves and, in an instant, thrust out more than ten spears. Qu Fusheng did not show weakness either; the long staff in hand danced, and every time, he precisely blocked Yang Zhengshan's long spear.
Their figures collided amid the wind and waves, from time to time striking up waves several zhang high.
On the other side, An Yuxing, Daoist