Exiting the wonderful feeling of blending with the sword, Ji Game set his eyes on an old man in a robe on the riverbank. No one would notice him, his old face wrinkled, and his hands as thin as dry branches. Holding two oars in his hands, he paddled slowly along the river and floated along with the fishing boat.

"Today, I will kill you!"

There has never been a time when Ji Bo is so confident, he silently jumped from the top of the Yellow Crane Tower surrounded by clouds and mist, and came to the fast boat that had been prepared for a long time, and the sails were opened, like an arrow from the string chasing Cheng Yuanjun.

Just a moment later, Ji Bo caught up with the camouflaged fishing boat, and his slender body stood on the bow of the boat, under the blowing of the river breeze, he was extraordinary.

"Uncle, it's going to rain soon, it's better not to go out of the shore, and go home and stay. ”

Seeing Ji Bo's figure, Cheng Yuanjun was startled, tightened his coat tightly, covered his face, and after hearing him speak, he was lucky, and pretended to reply: "I'm worried about the Taoist chief, and I'll return immediately." ”

Having said that, Cheng Yuanjun's thin hands firmly clenched the two wooden oars, and the true qi in his body was raised, ready to shoot at any time.

Ji Bo smiled slightly, signaling him to hurry back to the shore, while he left far away. As if looking for something, this scene made Cheng Yuanjun breathe a sigh of relief.

Just when he was about to return to the shore with the fishing boat, he found that something was wrong, the dock that was originally full of people was silent at this time, and under the dim sunset, a dangerous aura was accumulating on the shore, and it was about to explode.

Feeling that something was wrong, Cheng Yuanjun stopped the boat, but heard the sound of water behind him, and turned his head to see that Ji Game's handsome face was like a fairy under the light of the setting sun. Suddenly shocked in his heart, Zhilu Dao had fallen into encirclement.

"What does Dao Chief mean by this, why have you been following the little old man. ”

Just when Cheng Yuanjun pretended to be pitiful and asked, Ji Bo just unsheathed his long sword and slashed towards the old man in front of him.

This sword immediately shattered the calm of the Yangtze River, and thunder appeared in the dark clouds, and the majestic rain that had been accumulated for a long time fell towards the entire earth and lake. The surface of the river was pierced in an instant, and the Zixia True Qi gushed out, rolling up boundless water waves, absorbing endless wind and rain, forming a huge tornado, like a sword light that destroyed the world and the earth, with the surrounding air, cold wind, and rain slashing down on the old man in a robe.

There was a loud bang, and the sword qi in the eyes of the old man who seemed to be about to fall into the river in the next moment soared, and his dry hands were exerted, and the wooden paddle cracked, and two long swords with a simple style were drawn from it, and the huge tornado seemed to be split by a sword, and suddenly separated a gap, and a line of silver light shot out, and it flowed out from the river like an incomprehensible thing.

The silver-white waves flew and splashed like ceramic smashing, the decks of the two ships collapsed and rolled and exploded, and the wind and rain scattered like smoke and fog. The hundreds of archers in ambush at the shore could no longer see the situation on the river.

"Cheng Yuanjun, with this Xiaoxiao Yangtze River as a burial place for you, you can be regarded as a well-deserved death. ”

In the midst of the heavy rain, a clear voice sounded, followed by a purple mist that filled the entire river, and in the haze, the crisp sword chant was particularly pleasant. But only Cheng Yuanjun knew that the killing power contained in it, he didn't expect that he hadn't seen him for just seven days, how could this kid's strength grow so much, and he could actually suppress him.

"Boy, Dao Ye's retreat is so big that it makes you arrogant, don't you want to know what Dao Ye is going to come here, won't he dig a pit for you to jump?"

This is the sword of evil heart, it may also be that there is really an ambush, but Ji Game is expressionless, today is the most difficult opportunity, if you can't kill this demon Dao, I'm afraid you won't see him in the future. Devoted himself to the long sword in his hand, the hazy purple qi gathered around him, gathered into the shape of a giant sword, the thunder in the sky roared, and the lightning surrounded, this sword had not yet been issued, and it had already been blessed by heavenly power, so that Cheng Yuanjun had a fear of this junior for the first time.

"The sky is above, the earth is below, disciple Cheng Yuanzi implores the ancestor Dafa to come!"

In the face of such heavenly might, Cheng Yuanjun took out his kung fu at the bottom of the box, and invited the gods to come up in two ways, one is to invite the real immortal gods in the sky to come down, and the other is to hypnotize himself and let himself burst out several times the combat power.

After the Jedi Tiantong, the first one is no longer visible, and Cheng Yuanjun uses the second one, which is the authentic Dafa inheritance of Longhu Mountain, after the words, the only remaining two swords of heaven and earth burst out with blazing light, expelling the night that came after the sun set. The fiery sword light that was like a substance surrounded him, and the thousands of sword lights were like a big golden ball, protecting Cheng Yuan Jun tightly.

At the same time, Ji Game's long-standing sword slammed down, and this purple qi sword pillar was like the lightning that cracked the heavens and the earth in the misty sky, even this stormy dark night could not hide the peerless edge and brilliance.

In the midst of the loud bang, the Yangtze River, which has been flowing endlessly for hundreds of millions of years, came to a standstill for the first time, and was stopped by this unnatural manpower attack. With the two of them as the center, a spherical shape recessed from the surface of the river, and the surrounding river water rose agitated, and then fell again, mixed with rain, and the cold wind rushed onto the shore and swept everything.

The crunch of "click" can be heard clearly even in the cold wind howling and roaring. Like the sound of the most perfect porcelain shattering, it was the sound of the steel longsword breaking in its entirety. This sound was immediately drowned out by the more piercing sound of sword blades, and in the midst of the wind and waves, the two figures loomed at the right time, and the brilliant swords in their hands swung and collided, like the most exquisite silver threads carved on the surface of the river, splitting one ravine after another.

Suddenly, there was silence, the sound of the blades clashing was no longer heard, and the two figures had separated at some point, and for a while, even the heavens and the earth were taken by it, and the wind and rain gradually thinned.

Wooden debris drifted on the surface of the river, becoming a foothold for the two of them, and the evening breeze drifted on the surface of the lake, blowing the broken leaves on the shore. Ji Bo stood tall, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, and the long sword in his hand naturally hung down and fell on the surface of the lake. The Dao Ji on his head was cut off in the hand just now, the long black hair like ink fluttered on his shoulders, pouring down like a heavenly river, and his clothes were flying lightly, outstanding, revealing an unprecedented sharp edge.

On the other side, the blood on Cheng Yuanjun's left hand was dripping, and there was only one intact sword left in his hand, and the sweat beads on his old face flowed, and there was a faint blue and white breath on his face, like a dead corpse. No one dared to believe that this old man who was in the twilight was Cheng Yuanjun, who had the title of living immortal in pseudo-Qi.

"King Sharon, why haven't you come yet, half an hour has passed since the appointed time, are you going to watch me die!"

Suddenly, Cheng Yuanjun roared and shouted frantically at the vast river. At this time, Ji Bo also understood that the Dragon King of the Seven Seas was his backhand. Even if Ji Game comprehended the "Fengtian Artistic Conception", he could only barely suppress Cheng Yuanjun, who had run out of oil and dried up, if there was another Dragon King of the Seven Seas of the same level, he would definitely have to flee by the wind. It's just that I don't know what the reason is, the king of the salon who said that he was good did not appear.

At this moment, a small boat approached from a distance, with a dim oil lamp hanging from the bow, and under the light, a figure could be faintly seen sitting on it. At the end of the boat, a sturdy man rowed a wooden oar to control the direction and prevent the ship from rolling in the wind and rain.

After passing through the hazy fog on the river, Ji Bo's inner vision could already see the figure on the boat clearly, and what he saw made him gasp. The heavy rain that fell from the sky disappeared as it approached the three feet of the ship's hull, as if an invisible air shield surrounded the boat.

Sitting at the bow of the boat was a Taoist man, with a childish face and ethereal eyes, and the most terrifying thing was that there was a hideous human head in front of him. The purple and gold crown on the human head was dazzling under the illumination of the light, but it made Cheng Yuanjun, who saw this scene, look like ashes.

"Shi Tai, it turned out that you arrived, I should have thought a long time ago, besides you, who else could get rid of King Sharon silently. ”

After listening to Cheng Yuanjun's muttering, Ji Bo was taken aback, it is better to be famous than to meet, the world-famous Nanzong Dao Ancestor does not look amazing, just a well-maintained old man, but the human head in front of him shows his status. The Dragon King of the Seven Seas, who dominated the two rivers, was taken off his head before he even appeared, showing the mysterious martial arts cultivation of Nanzong.

You must know that Cheng Yuanjun, who is equivalent to the name of the Dragon King of the Seven Seas, made Ji Game and Huang Yaoshi almost die, and he couldn't take it at this juncture. And the King of Salon, who was full of energy and waiting for work, couldn't escape in front of Shi Tai, and decades of wealth and majesty were only in vain.

"I've seen Cui Xuan's real person!"

In terms of seniority, Shi Tai is the fourth-generation disciple of Huashan Dao, twice as tall as Liu Haichan. It's just that I don't know if Lu Dao, as the ancestor of the Southern Sect, accepts this identity, Ji Bo can only greet him according to popular etiquette, but who knows that Lu Dao got an unexpected title.

"Why should Uncle Xiao be like this, Hai Chan's predecessor once taught the family teacher "Finger Xuan Chapter", which can be said to be the ancestor of my Southern Sect, in terms of generation, Uncle Xiao is equivalent to the family teacher. ”

After listening to Shi Tai's words, Ji Game's lips twitched a little, which Liu Haichan hadn't told him. No wonder he knows so well the origin of the Dao system of the Southern Sect, and knows that Ziyang Zhenren is the "Enlightenment Chapter" of the ancestor of the Dharma.

In fact, it's no wonder that Liu Haichan was also inadvertently aware of Zhang Boduan's Taoist origin at that time, but with his character, it is impossible to pull down his face and call Zhang Ziyang Patriarch, although it is true in terms of generation. After the most reckless, for the sake of the same door, he passed down the "Finger Mystery Chapter" and left in a hurry. How do you know that Zhang Ziyang is a person who respects teachers and respects the Tao, and after learning about Liu Haichan's identity, he has always called himself a disciple of Haichan in verbal and handwriting. Even Shi Tai said the title of Little Uncle when he didn't know the source of the Huashan Dao System.