From the white mist, a group of huge black shadows faintly drove in.

When they appeared, it briefly caused a crowd of exclamations, and of course, soon the voices also died down.

Experienced soldiers could see that the black shadow must be a big ship, and judging from its huge size, it should be an imperial first-class warship.

"Interesting. ”

On the bank, countless soldiers have already lined up in formation, of course, at this time, the soldiers on both sides are separated by a big river, and they can't attack each other at all, but the comparison of momentum is a must.

At the front of the line was the prince Zhang Ling, and beside him stood a group of big people.

The closest one on the left is Shentu Wojia.

At this time, Shen Tu was wearing a soft armor and had a great momentum, he was firmly rooted on the ground, and no one could ignore his existence.

When the shadow of the group of warships just appeared, he was informed, and when the northwest military finished arraying, the shadow of the other party's ship was only slightly enlarged.

The two sides tacitly launched a battle today, but to the surprise of Shentu Wojia and others, it was not them who took the initiative to attack, but the imperial court.

Shentu Wojia raised his eyebrows and sneered: "It's interesting, I was driven to the east coast, and I still have the courage to take the initiative to fight, which makes me a little impressed." ”

Standing on Zhang Ling's right hand is an old man, his body is surrounded by some strange power, obviously standing there but it is like standing in the vastness, it is unfathomable, it is the sect master of this generation of Nanzong, he smiled indifferently, and said, "It is not surprising, it was the soldiers who were defeated before, and now we have to deal with the cultivators, whether it is out of size or dignity, it is also natural for the Northern Sect to take the initiative to face the battle." ”

"It's just that it's really ostentatious to come in a big boat. ”

"Swaggering people die quickly. ”

The rest of the big names also spoke out one after another, and most of them looked at it coldly.

Compared with these people, Zhang Ling, as a leader, can't be so confident, his thin body stands in front of everyone, the cold wind blowing from the river makes his robe hunting, Zhang Ling's body is straight, and the previous nobility on his body has disappeared a lot, more tired, and more majestic.

He didn't look at the big ships, his gaze was above the behemoths, and he passed over them as if through the white mist.

Zhang Ling looked in the direction of the capital, at this time, his mood may be the most complicated here, and no one can fully understand his mood.

When the people around finally stopped talking, those big ships gradually became clear in everyone's eyes, and then many people realized that as those big ships came, those thick fogs disappeared a lot.

Not fading, but disappearing.

It was as if the fog in the place where the ship passed was swallowed up, and it became a clean area that did not obstruct the view.

The strong men of the West Bank understand that with the real entry of the other side, those previously tried methods have been easily broken.

They stopped when they were still some distance from the West Bank.

At the same time, Zhang Ling also turned around and solemnly bowed his hand to the group of Four Realms Great Cultivators standing beside him: "The success or failure of this battle is a matter of the world, it depends on you!"

A group of great cultivators nodded at Zhang Ling solemnly when they heard this, they didn't say anything, what they should have said had already been said, at this time there was no point in talking nonsense, all they could do was to go into battle and kill people.

The West Coast didn't waste any energy preparing any ships, and for the cultivators of the Four Realms, although it was still difficult to fly in the air for a long time, they could do it for a short period of time, let alone walking on the water.

As one of the most noble people in this place and one of the most unfathomable people in cultivation, the sect master of the Southern Sect took the lead in the battle.

The water by the river was not calm, and when he walked out, a dark green leaf was floating from the upper reaches of the river.

The leaves of the tree were flat in the river, and there was a black ant lying on it.

The ants remained motionless, lying dead on the leaves and flowing down the river with the rushing water.

They are extremely fast, taking only a few breaths before disappearing downstream with the river.

But when the Southern Sect Master came to the water's edge, the leaf suddenly stopped.

It stops very steadily, and the whole process from polar movement to extreme stillness is extremely smooth, giving people the feeling that it is not abrupt at all, as if the leaf has been here since ancient times.

The turquoise leaves stopped, and of course the river stopped, and the area that suddenly stopped was hundreds of meters, and outside the area, the water was as usual, and there was nothing unusual to see.

A group of great cultivators on the shore changed color one after another, ordinary people may not be able to understand it, but how could they not see the mystery of the old man's hand?

Powerful power is often contained in undisturbed movements, and the sect master of the Southern Sect only condensed the river in a moment, and this kind of cultivation was already earth-shattering in the eyes of everyone.

"Let's go together. ”

The old man said lightly and took the lead in stepping into the river.

When his feet stepped on the water, he didn't even make a ripple.

The only thing that was alarmed was the dazed ant on the turquoise leaves.

It shook its head in a daze, as if it didn't understand its situation, and it still didn't want to move, but soon, when he realized that a group of huge creatures on the shore was likely to trample on it, he finally reluctantly left the life-saving leaf.

He tentatively touched the water, and then hesitantly climbed down the leaves and crawled peacefully on the calm water.

Soon, it came to the shore and climbed a blade of grass.

When it finally breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously turned around to look back, it saw that the leaf suddenly accelerated, went down the river, and disappeared in a short time.

The waters were back to normal, and the crowd was already striding forward.

The four realms on the west bank were all dispatched, and the Sect Master of the Southern Sect was at the forefront, followed by Shentu Wojia, as well as several Southern Sect elders, Lu Yu and Su Jian were also among them.

After that, there are several four realms of other sects, Dao Lin's eyebrows are like distant mountains, Yi Wei is parallel to the Hanshan Sect Master, he has been completely whitewashed, and even has recovered the appearance of the blond hair and blue eyes, which is particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

The fog began to lift.

It's a spectacular view.

The huge sun, obscured by the thick fog, finally cast its own light in.

However, the fog did not completely dissipate after all, but quickly disappeared with the Southern Sect Sect Master and his party.

As a result, the fog dissipates unevenly, resulting in the sunlight taking on a bizarre color.

Most of them were golden, like a sharp sword that traveled countless distances from the universe, casting a column-shaped spot of light on the surface of the river.

Some were red, red like blood, like a raging fire, falling into the river with wanton arrogance, as if to set the entire Lancang River on fire.

Some are even dark purple, twisting and turning, like thunder, dotting the scenery in all directions.

At the same time, there was also a group of people standing on those large ships that looked like giant beasts.

At the front was a group of great cultivators led by the Northern Sect, and the nominal sect master of the Northern Sect stood at the front with an indifferent expression.

Beside him turned out to be the thousand seats of the Sukoin Temple.

From the beginning of the war to the present, this is the first time that Senza has officially stepped into the battlefield.

He was dressed in the red robe of the Great Venerable of Zen Buddhism, with a grain of cinnabar between his eyebrows, standing on the side of the ship, like the top of a mountain, the corners of his mouth were bent downward, and he did not like it, which was already familiar to people in the world, but few people noticed that in addition to indifference and majesty in today's Qianza, there was more of a terrifying aura between his eyebrows.

All of them did not say a word, and looked down coldly at the group of people who had come from the West Bank.

However, everyone's heart is not as calm and indifferent as it seems.

Especially when they saw the sect master of the Southern Sect from a distance, who had always been low-key, but whose strength was unfathomable, they couldn't help but breathe a little faster.

Behind the group, hundreds of people stood on the larger deck of the large ship.

Those were hundreds of Northern Sect disciples.

There are old and young, and most of them are still the age of strong blood.

Their cultivation is extremely neat, and they have all reached the level of the three realms.

It's just that most of them are the beginner and intermediate levels of the Three Realms, and there are many fewer high-level and even peak levels.

Most of the people in this group stood in place with excited eyes at this time, clenching the sword in their hands, they lined up in formation, and no one spoke, so a force that should not be underestimated was brewed.

There are so many Three Realms, looking at the world, no sect except the Northern Sect can take it, but what makes Tu Su, who is at the forefront of the crowd, feel heartbroken is that these people are already all the power that the Northern Sect can take out after being suppressed by iron and blood.

Even he had to join in.

That fierce struggle came from within, and directly caused the behemoth of Beizong to be seriously injured.

Several of the Four Realms quietly fell, and a large number of Three Realm disciples and high-ranking people were slaughtered and slaughtered, and the losses suffered by the Northern Sect in that turmoil were much more serious than outsiders had guessed.

If it weren't for that, even in the face of Nanzong's all-out attack, how could they end up with only one or two hundred people forming a sword formation?

At the peak of the Northern Sect Sword Array, it can cut the four realms, and the enemy of the five realms will naturally return to its senses, and it is famous all over the world!

But......

A sword formation of that size needed enough disciples, and now ......

Tu Su looked at the number behind him that was less than half of the original number, and his heart was sad.

His hand holding the talisman sword trembled at this.

"Master ......"

Shi Qingzhuo, who was dressed in the robe of the deacon of the Northern Sect, called softly, and she reached out and pressed Tu Su's hand, which was trembling with emotion, and the sword at her waist.

Tu Su's mood finally stabilized, he sighed, looked at the resolute girl beside him, but he didn't know what to say, and his eyes didn't have the heartfelt love for this smart and old disciple before.

Tu Su's eyes when he looked at her now were only complicated.

Since the internal purge of the Northern Sect, Shi Qingzhuo has shown extraordinary means, and at that time, Tu Su finally knew that Shi Qingzhuo had already chosen the camp behind his back and secretly under the banner of Tu Su!

Shi Qingzhuo, as Tu Su's admired disciple, is also the successor of Dean Tu, who is well-known within the Northern Sect, and his words and deeds can indeed represent some of Tu Su's will.

But Tu Su never expected that the originally well-behaved and sensible apprentice would be so scheming that when the political struggle within the sect began, Tu Su didn't even have a choice, and the faction was instantly determined!

In a fit of rage, he had no choice at all, he could only grit his teeth and be dragged into the troubled waters by Shi Qingzhuo, as one of the several high-level leaders with real power within the Northern Sect, Tu Su's tilt also became the key weight to determine the situation, and the subsequent purge was also carried out so smoothly under the implementation of Tu Su.

And to personally purge the senior brothers in the sect and those disciples recruited by Tu Su, how can this kind of thing not have a big impact on him?

Since then, the master-apprentice relationship between the two has existed in name only, and for more than a year, Shi Qingzhuo has officially established the status of the sect through this "merit", coupled with the full support of Shi Qingzhuo's matrilineal family in the imperial court, and even the full cooperation of Liu Chonghu, so that Shi Qingzhuo's status in the sect has been rising.

Although he is only holding the title of deacon, he has actually slowly hollowed out Tu Su with the cooperation of the inner court!

However, what made Dean Tu sigh silently was that he had to admit that his apprentice's shrewdness, deep intentions, ruthlessness, and administrative ability were all first-class among young people!

Sometimes he even thinks that if he waits for the world to calm down again, get through this turmoil, and let the mature Shi Qingzhuo take his place, maybe he can really make better results than himself!

Under all kinds of emotions, both hatred and appreciation, he has thousands of emotions in his mouth, and he can only sigh deeply!

"Dean Tu. ”

Liu Chonghu walked from behind him, his heroic eyes seemed to have two knives in his mouth that could spit out murder at any time, which made Tu Su very uncomfortable.

"What?" he asked with a cold face.

Liu Chonghu gently saluted him, and then said seriously: "I see that the dean seems to be in poor health, this battle is huge, and the sword formation is even more important, so you can't miss it......!

"Why not what?" Tu Su narrowed his eyes.

Liu Chonghu took a breath and said, "Why don't you invite the dean to the back team for the time being, and leave this presiding matter to me, what do you think?"

"What did you say?!" Tu Su's eyes widened, and the anger on his face was unmistakable.

He lowered his voice and said with anger: "I have always practiced and the sword formation has been presided over by me! When will it be your turn to replace me?"

Liu Chonghu said lightly: "I'm just thinking about the overall situation, after all, I don't think your state is suitable for such an important position, and ...... My cultivation is already higher than yours. ”

"You!"

Tu Su's body couldn't help but tremble again, what did Liu Chonghu say in his mouth sound, what did he actually mean, how could a smart person like Tu Su not hear it? This was clearly a blatant attempt to seize power, Tu Su's dean of the outer courtyard, Liu Chonghu actually asked him to go to the back of the team and rank with ordinary disciples, where could Tu Su bear such humiliation?

But just when Tu Su was about to get angry, the girl beside him suddenly spoke calmly: "Master, I think what Senior Brother Liu said is not unreasonable. ”

Tu Su turned his head to stare at Shi Qingzhuo, his eyes flashing with blood.

The girl did not evade at all, and said in a calm tone: "Master, you used to teach me to put the overall situation of the sect first in everything, and to be calm first in case of trouble, is it that now, these truths need to be taught to you?"