The cold river and the cold moon, the lonely ship has no shadow.

If it weren't for the cultivator who had not been sure to beat the two of them before, there would be no need for the two of them to come to the Jiangshang Autumn Tomb to take an adventure.

"It's too much of a deception. ”

Where could Murong Xing hold back his anger, the black young man in front of him first sat on the ground and raised the price, and then made disrespectful remarks, Murong Xing had long wanted to beat him.

Then he thought about the magic trick and kicked it quickly, and his legs were like the wind, which made the river ripple around him.

"Boom!"

Yan Wuyi didn't stop him from doing it, but a burst of explosion suddenly resounded when Murong Xing's leg was in danger of the boy, and the waves flew.

The young man of the boat family turned out to be very skilled, and he moved his body in a sideways step, and then jumped up, splashing layers of waves with great momentum.

"It just so happens that the master hasn't loosened his muscles for a long time, so I'll play with the two of you. ”

A rebellious smile rose at the corner of the young man's mouth, and his eyes showed a provocative meaning.

An arrogant formation actually wants to be one against two.

I saw that his face was suddenly serious, and the long rod in his hand was suddenly shaken.

A frenzied explosion overflowed, and the bamboo pole swept mercilessly.

Yan Wuyi and the two of them had different faces, thinking that this young man actually had such combat power, and secretly said that the Qiuling Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon on the river.

But at this time, there was no time to think about it, the bamboo pole that was two or three feet long had already struck, and the two of them were carrying the magic trick and decisively retreating a few steps.

The vulture-style smoke cloud chasing the stars was quenched, and Yan Wuyi lifted the strength of his whole body to condense his fingers, and burst out when he tossed up.

"Woo Woo ......"

Seven or eight heavy spirits were like arrows quietly shot in the dark night towards the young man's siege, bringing the aura to surge, and the river waves roared.

The swarthy boy suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the long rod in his hand was agitated, swinging wildly to resist the terrifying power.

"I can't do it. ”

Murong Xing sneered, and when he made a move to pierce the clouds and split the wind, he turned into an afterimage and drifted, and his legs were fierce and collapsed.

"Boom Boom ......"

A low explosion sounded on the slightly quiet river, and in an instant, Murong Xing's offensive was at least full of years, extremely fast and resolute.

"Interesting. ”

The young man pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was giving birth to the power of the magic technique.

In an instant, a heavy and hard aura was condensed on his body, and the brilliant spiritual momentum was like fireworks blooming, and the long rod was strange and magical.

"Bang!"

How could his long pole dancing momentum completely cancel out Yan Wuyi's powerful and powerful energy, and when Murong Xing's legs attacked violently, three or two qi forces were also pierced on the layers of qi.

With a loud cracking sound, the ship's young man, who was haunted by the spiritual mist, was unscathed.

The young man was secretly surprised, and after a confrontation, he realized that the combat power of the two was indeed not weak, especially the slightly thin martial artist, several sharp and tricky qi could actually pierce his own strength, if it wasn't for the timely urging, I am afraid it would have to be a little weak.

"Good fellow, half a step to hide. ”

Murong Xing suffered the force of the backlash and retreated to the top of the boat, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this scene.

"Although he uses his qi to resist the enemy, there is a spiritual element hidden ......" Yan Wuyi's eyes were surprised, he had seen many hidden powerhouses in the demon realm, and he naturally knew that the spiritual power made by the young man in front of him was already close to the spiritual element.

This seems to be a young man of the same age as himself, but he is actually a cultivator who has stepped into a half-step hidden void.

Whether it's the heavenly vein, or the hidden void, if you want to cross the Jiangzhu now, you have to beat him.

Yan Wuyi and Murong Xing looked at each other and smiled, and then the spiritual momentum was overwhelmed and left.

One person made a steep move on the shore, like a tiger and leopard raiding, quickly attacking its front, and one person descended from the top, and the palm print of the wonderful calamity hit the top of his head.

"Just in time!"

The young man drank violently, shook the long rod in his hand resolutely, and smashed it towards Yan Wuyi's body, and adjusted the force in his palm, and pushed it up when the golden light flashed!

"Bang Bang ......"

Two waves of qi rolled wildly, Murong Xingsheng collided with him with a palm, only to feel a numb pain in his arm, and his breath was forced to be unstable by a power like a hurricane, and he jumped into the boat for three or four steps before he could stop his body.

At the same time, Yan Wuyi used the skill of his body to quickly avoid the power of the long rod with a force of more than a thousand jun and fell to the bow of the boat, and between the flexible rotation of his two palms, he gathered the spiritual power of his whole body and pushed it away.