"Jiangnan hero Li Youyu challenges the Yangtze River Dragon King Murong Jiang?"

On the edge of the Yangtze River, Ye Chen listened to the wounded soldiers who retreated in front of him, his eyebrows fluttering, his hand touching his chin, thoughtful:

"This famous hero in Jiangnan finally can't sit still? Was it General Pingnan who invited you or..."

He has returned to Jingzhou from Emei, and now he looks plain at first, like an ordinary teenager, but if you look closely, you will find that there is an invisible distortion on the surface of Ye Chen's body now, just like the undulating sea, and under the sea, there is a turbulent undercurrent.

On the road, there were more than 2,100 potential points, and Ye Chen used them all up to deduce martial arts, and now there were only thirty potential points left.

With more than 2,000 potential points, in addition to deriving a two-star high-grade light skill and a two-star high-grade swordsmanship, all the remaining potential points were used to derive the internal strength and mental method.

Today, his internal strength is already shocking to the past and the present, and he is extraordinary.

Yes, even Ye Chen himself didn't know how strong his internal strength was, he only knew that it was several times that of before.

The new Qingyang Divine Skill is still a two-star high-grade, but it is more powerful than the ordinary two-star Upper Grade Internal Skill Mental Method, I don't know how many times, just to improve the newly derived Qingyang Divine Skill to perfection It took him a month and a half, and each layer needs to rest for several days.

There is no way, his current internal force is too strong, so that his body and meridians cannot withstand such a strong internal force, so he can only slow down for a few days after raising one layer, let his body meridians buffer, and slowly adapt to the surging internal force, until today he has raised the new Qingyang Divine Skill to the Great Perfection.

Through this matter, Ye Chen found that the shortcoming of his attribute ability, or his own shortcoming, was that his physique was not strong enough, and he could not accommodate too much internal force.

On the Yangtze River, the Dragon King Gang fleet retreated to the south, and the imperial court Pingnan army retreated to the north, leaving a huge river, floating with some broken broken ship boards, two small boats one south and one north towards the center of the river, and a figure standing on each of the two boats.

On the southern boat is Murong Jiang, the dragon king of the Yangtze River, who is no longer wearing the black and noble dragon robe decorated with gold, but a short-sleeved strong suit.

On the northern boat is a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt, with a handsome face, a white jade flute blowing gently on his lips, and the melodious flute echoing on the river, his every move is full of elegance, and at first glance he thought he was a personable gentleman.

There was no boatman in the two boats, and the two kept waving their hands and slapping the surface of the river, splashing one after another, urging the boat to sail towards the center of the river.

Murong Jiang, who was far away, arched his hand, and his voice was loud:

"I haven't seen you for a year, it's good to have Brother Yu recently!"

The man in the Confucian shirt on the opposite side put down the white jade flute, arched his hand, and said:

"I'm tired of the Murong Gang Master, I don't dare to be a fish, you and I are fighting here today, it's really not what I want."

He arched his hands into the air, and his tone slowly became serious:

"But if the Murong Gang Master rebels, it will definitely make the lives of the world miserable, there are fish and no talents, please ask for the life of the people of the world, and ask the Murong Gang Master to put down the butcher's knife, if you are willing to withdraw from the army, the people of the world will be grateful to you, and I will ask the Holy Lord to forgive you."

On the opposite side, Murong Jiang, the Dragon King of the Yangtze River, also turned cold, and snorted coldly:

"Li Youyu, you are still so hypocritical, it's okay for you to deceive a three-year-old child, and you are really ridiculous and generous to me here."

He turned around and waved his arm to sweep the Dragon King Gang fleet that stretched for dozens of kilometers behind him and said:

"Even if I am willing, my brother will not be willing, at the moment when I rebelled, the arrow was already out, and there was no way back, either this seat overthrew the rule of Dayan and sat on the dragon chair that symbolized the ninety-five supreme, or this seat was defeated and died without a place to be buried."

Seeing that Murong Jiang was impassioned and determined, Li Youyu shook his head and sighed:

"What a pity!"

"The Tao is different, we don't conspire with each other, today you and I will have a battle."

Murong Jiang said with a cold face:

"If you win, my Dragon King Gang will disappear, if I win, the imperial army will be defeated, the south of the Yangtze River will be in my hands, he will wave the army north, this world Sheji artifact will be mastered by me."

Li Youyu had already withdrawn the white jade flute from his waist at this time, slowly removed the long sword on his back, and said:

"That being the case, it is useless to say more..."

"I've long wanted to fight with you, the Jiangnan hero who is known as the world's first sword, and I'm looking forward to it today!"

Murong Jiang's hands slowly drooped, I don't know when, a layer of black fish scale gloves appeared on his hands, it seemed to be a metal glove from the metallic luster on it, the two sides finished talking without speculation, Murong Jiang slapped his hands, and two pillars of qi visible to the naked eye rushed out.

"Choke..."

A melodious sword chant echoed on the surface of the river, Li Youyu drew his sword and stabbed, in his hand was a famous sword made of dark iron, extremely strong, a sword stabbed the air pillar, the tip of the sword and the invisible air pillar collided with a muffled sound, the void at the contact instantly distorted and returned to calm, and the river between them was suddenly sunken down, like an invisible hammer smashed down.

Both sides are the top masters in the world, even if the whole world adds strange people who may live in seclusion, there will be no more than ten people who can compete with them, and the battle of life and death between the two super masters has attracted countless people from the rivers and lakes to watch the battle.

In fact, when the news spread that the Dragon King of the Yangtze River was waving his army up the river, some people knew that they must have a battle, and countless people from all over the world gathered on the Yangtze River to watch this pinnacle battle, including...

"Ye Chen, why are you here?"

The familiar voice made Ye Chen turn around in surprise, and saw that the head of the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect and an elder, with a group of young people who were estimated to be their disciples, were on the riverside, preparing to board a big boat parked on the riverside, probably rowing to the river to watch the pinnacle battle.

The person who asked him was Li Yushu, a disciple of the inner sect of the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect, because he often saw and ridiculed him, he was quite familiar, and he asked Ye Chen very surprised now:

"You haven't reported to the master for a long time and haven't returned, the five elders almost removed you, this time the master of the door is here, wait for the battle to follow us back, otherwise it will be a long time for the five elders to really expel you from the division."

Ye Chen glanced at him in surprise, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

Li Yushu used to tease him often, but he didn't expect to persuade himself so much when he met again, which surprised him very much, and a trace of warmth rarely rose in his heart.

He nodded:

"Senior Brother Lao reminded me that when this is over, I just happened to go back to the door."

"That's good."

Li Yushu quickly turned his gaze to the river, where there was a sound like thunder, as if there was thunder in the distance, and he beckoned to him excitedly:

"Come with us, Murong Jiang, the Dragon King of the Yangtze River, and Li Youyu, the hero of Jiangnan, are both the top masters in the rivers and lakes, one is known as the first sword in the world, and the other is known as the first palm in the world, and the fight between them must be very exciting."