After all, Xiuxiu's heart is better than that of ordinary women, and in the face of Ren Zhen's provocation, she still endured it and did not break out of the so-called grandmaster momentum.

"One day, you will die by my sword."

She clearly remembered that her task was to spy on Ren Zhen and steal information as much as possible, and she had no right to live or die. At this moment, there are many strong people, and she can't openly turn her face and risk her own life to clear the way for the Jin army.

Ren Zhen turned his back and stood with his hands in his hands, ignoring the woman no longer, staring at the river in the distance, waiting for the arrival of the fighter plane.

In the scorching river wind, time is passing.

The sky was getting brighter, but there was a thick fog everywhere, and it was impossible to distinguish the boundary between heaven and earth, let alone find daylight. The whole world is milky white, like a fairyland, very beautiful, but unfortunately the people on the riverside have no intention of appreciating it.

Ren Zhen glanced at the hourglass, and an hour had passed. According to military customs, at this time, the sergeants got up one after another to wash, the cooking squad should be busy preparing breakfast, and the sentries who had been on duty all night also began to hand over and change the guard to rest.

In other words, it's often the time to slack off.

Ren Zhen squinted his eyes and muttered in his heart: "If it were me, I would pick this kind of time to do it sooner or later......"

Just thinking about this, suddenly, the wind on the river was blowing.

The thick fog dispersed, revealing a large area of the river, but the fog was so deep that no matter how the wind blew, it could not clear the distant sight, and the end was still confused.

In the left and right camps, Yang Xuanji and Dong Zhongshu looked at each other. The two of them sensed something, and at the same time, they shot up and swept across the river in front of them.

The troops were immediately alert and stared at the vast river, as if facing a great enemy.

The next moment, in the depths of the mist, a crisp clicking sound sounded, which was obviously very subtle, but there were countless strong people in the field, and their perception was outstanding, so this sound came into their ears, which was particularly clear.

Everyone looked closely, only to see that the river that was originally rolling in the waves quickly became silent and calm. Soon, as far as they could see, a thin layer of ice crystals poked out of the fog and floated to the surface of the water, stretching towards the north shore at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Now everyone's expressions changed drastically. The Southern Jin Dynasty has made a move!

On the Lujiang River, the two saints stepped on the blue waves, stood in the wind, their robes and hair fluttered, and the spirit of the great master was undoubtedly revealed. They turned around and looked at Ren Zhen on the high platform of the Chinese army.

As long as he gave an order, the two saints shot at the same time, revealing the cultivation of the Eight Realms, bombarding the river with fierce internal force, shattering all the ice floes.

At the beginning, when Yan Yuan was talking and laughing, he was able to seal the river with dripping water, which was easy. On the other hand, now that there are two strong people joining forces, their profound Dao deeds have burst out, and they are even more powerful, which is bound to make the entire river tremble, and the scene is shocking.

Ren Zhen raised his left hand, but did not give an immediate order, but shouted: "One." ”

He's counting.

"Two."

He knew that at this moment, the strong men of the Southern Jin Dynasty were condensing the ice to pave the way for crossing the river, and the main force of the enemy army would not immediately set foot on the ice. Attacking too early, of course, can disrupt the opponent's plan, but it only makes them a futile battle, and does not cause heavy damage.

Therefore, the timing of the ice breaking is the most important. When the Jin army saw that there was no movement in Jiangbei and landed in the center of the river with confidence, Ren Zhen ordered to break the ice again, so that the enemy army was in a dilemma.

Ren Zhen closed his eyes and continued to count.

There was silence on the riverside, only his voice echoed.

The atmosphere is tense and oppressive, and time seems to stand still. The whole army looked up at him, and their hearts were pounding.

In an instant, dozens of breaths passed.

The expression of the second saint of Egami gradually became solemn. Their divine thoughts were the strongest, and they had already begun to perceive that the aura of a human might faintly appear in the fog ahead. Obviously, the Jin army is getting closer and closer.

Ren Zhen also knows this.

He raised his left hand, as if he was preparing to give an order, but in fact, he was using the eye of heaven to penetrate the fog and look at the situation on the river in the distance. Tianyan's vision is incomparable, he can clearly see that the Jin army of the brigade is coming extremely fast and has reached the center of the river.

Now is the time!

The left hand slammed down, and Ren Zhen shouted violently, "Break!" ”

The two saints had been accumulating strength for a long time, and after hearing this command, their figures rose to the sky, standing tall.

Dong Zhongshu bent his arms, retracted his armpits, and his fists suddenly burst out.

I saw the majestic spirit of Confucianism surging forward, converging into a mighty torrent, clear and bright, like a swimming dragon, swooping into the fog below.

Righteous and bright, fierce and domineering, this is the fist of the king.

At the same time, Yang Xuanji drew his sword out of the sheath, and the rolling real force urged, and the earth slaughter merged with him, and the blood-colored sword qi was more red and dazzling than the sun.

As he slashed through the air, the wild sword qi suddenly erupted, everywhere, without any order, as if countless chaotic swords pierced through the air, tearing the air at the same time, whirring into the wind, slashing into the depths of the mist.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this!"

Ren Zhen stood behind, staring at this rambling messy sword move, and his heart was surging.

This sword is sprinkled with emotion, not following any fixed pattern, and it is not like Dong Zhongshu's fist, which integrates strength, but is boundless and ubiquitous.

Like a drunken man stumbling in the snow, leaving countless footprints;

Like a calligrapher's wild grass, waving a large pen like a rafter, splashing ink on the paper;

Like a brazier overturning, red charcoal flies everywhere, splashing countless dazzling sparks;

……

This sword, Yu Ya said freehand, Yu vulgar said chaos.

Ren Zhen was dazzled.

This was the first time in his life, and seeing the Great Master of the Eight Realms unleash his sword subverted his perception of the way of the sword. It turns out that you can make a sword so casually, get up on a whim, and don't pay attention to any rules!

Compared with this sword, what is the snow is fast and sunny, and the showers are still too restrained, full of pretentious little family spirit, it is simply weak.

Ren Zhen couldn't help but be speechless, this person really knows how to swords!

The two saints joined forces, each blasted a powerful blow, and disappeared into the fog.

Bang!

The terrifying crackling sound suddenly sounded, deafening, and the troops on the riverbank only felt their hearts shake, and the next moment, the ground under their feet shook violently!

Many people were unsteady on their feet and fell on their backs facing the sky, while those powerful martial cultivators rose into the air, looking up at the front, shocked and speechless.

The power of the two saints bloomed, and the Lujiang River in front of him was smashed by terror, and the water surface on the east and west sides rose sharply, setting off two vast waves, which rose from the ground as a whole, breaking through the fog, as if entering the clouds.

And in the middle of the two huge waves, a waterway was concave and hollowed, as if a river was broken.

It's not just broken ice, it's simply breaking the river!

Many of the sergeants had never practiced, and when they got up from the ground, they were all stunned when they saw this scene.

Pity those Jin soldiers walking on the ice, not only will they fall into the water this time, but they will fall directly into the bottom of the river, and then they will be smashed to pieces by the two raging waves.

Everyone was in a daze on the shore, and at this time, the two saints in the void flew upside down quickly, and they all shouted in unison: "Array!" ”

After the earth-shattering icebreaking, the strong men of the Southern Jin Dynasty reacted quickly and quickly realized that the martial arts cultivators of the Northern Tang Dynasty had long been ready to go, waiting for them to cross the river with ice.

After a short period of panic, they gathered together, and under the leadership of the peak powerhouse, they stepped into the air, and slaughtered towards the north shore in a mighty way, wanting to fight head-on with the Northern Tang Dynasty heroes.

The decisive battle is about to break out!

In the mist, two long figures rushed out together, taking the lead in front of the Northern Tang army.

The person on the left, dressed in a white robe, with his hair scattered, hangs his head, like a ghost walking in the day, gloomy and unseen.

Fengyun is the eighth, and the uncle Cao Chunfeng.

The person on the right, holding a whisk of dust, a neat robe, a silver hair fluttering out of the dust, a fairy wind and bones, should be a master outside the world.

The third in the storm, Dao Ancestor Chen Changsheng.

What should have come, all have come.