On the vast surface of the river, a cold current dispersed in all directions, and the surging river came to an abrupt end, and a thick layer of ice froze on the surface of the river.

The twelve royal guards bore the brunt of the attack, and the ice cubes swung by the Snow Drink Blade shot straight at them. Twelve 'high-level Xuan Ling' were killed on the spot.

On the river, twelve huge ships were all trapped on the ice, unable to move. Everyone on the big ship gasped when they saw this scene.

The power of the king is terrifying.

Zheng Ghost Bone is the closest to Yu Deshui, and naturally he can see it most clearly.

With Fang Cai's knife, Zheng Ghost Bone felt a full murderous aura, this murderous aura was like the wail of millions of unjust souls at the same time, which made people shudder.

"Your Excellency is the 'Ghost Bone Knife' Zheng Ghost Bone, Mr. Zheng. Yu Deshui Treasure Knife was across his chest, and he looked at Zheng Ghost Bone, with a smile on his face.

Both of them are 'half-step Xuan Kings', and they should have been almost a few cents apart in terms of momentum and combat power. However, Fang Cai's knife from Deshui took the lead, making Zheng Ghost Bone a big step behind in terms of momentum.

Husband war, courage also.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

Before the battle began, Zheng Ghost Gu was frightened by Yu Deshui and lost his courage to fight, what is the difference between such a person and an unarmed woman and child?

Yu Deshui looked at him and showed a victorious attitude. He continued to laugh and said: "I have heard of Mr. Zheng's 'ghost knife', and his combat power is unparalleled, I don't know if I can have a fight with Yu today?"

Zheng Ghost Gu's face was extremely ugly.

At this moment, he can be described as a dilemma. If he doesn't agree to the challenge of getting water, he will inevitably end up with a 'cowardly' infamy in front of everyone's eyes.

Beiyang's name, honor and fame are often more important than life.

Retreat must not be retreated, and in front of him, there is only one way to fight.

On Zheng Ghost's forehead, beads of sweat the size of beans fell like a summer rainstorm.

It's really depressing at the moment!

Yu Deshui seemed to see the predicament of Zheng Ghost Bone, he smiled, and carried the Snow Drink Treasure Knife on his shoulder.

On the splint of the giant ship, Kitado Jikoma frowned slightly.

Although the snow drinking knife is domineering, in essence, it is a very elegant knife.

Seeing Mingzhu's secret investment, Beitang Ciju, who has always admired the snow drinking knife, is naturally extremely unhappy.

Jian Sanjin stood behind Beitang Jiju and smiled slightly. He looked at the growing 'child' in front of him and smiled softly.

"Ahem, ahem. ”

His chest rose and fell, and Jian Sanjin coughed violently.

The old man smiled softly and looked up at the blue sky. laughed at himself: "It's old." ”

Beiyang Imperial City.

"Priest of Light", "When the Imperial Master" Xuanguang stood on the "astrological platform", holding a white jade scepter in his hand, in front of him, there was a row of "crystal balls", the crystal balls were crystal clear, exuding a shining brilliance, and the base of each crystal ball was engraved with a few simple small characters, these words were all the names of people in this blue sky.

For example, Wei Ye;

Xuanguang lowered his head, looked at the crystal ball in front of him seriously, and sighed.

I saw that on the crystal ball, the bright brilliance gradually dissipated, and cracks began to appear on the originally smooth and complete sphere.

Xuanguang sighed again, leaned down, and kept rubbing the small words on the base with both hands: Jin Sanjin.

On the originally calm river, a gust of wind suddenly surged. On the thick ice on the river, some cracks slowly appeared, and then expanded in vain.

"Bang, bang, bang. ”

After a few breaths, the ice on the surface of the river suddenly disintegrated.

Countless sword qi surged out, and the waves on the river surface were undulating.

Yu Deshui was forced back a few steps one after another by the sudden sword qi.

Zheng Ghost Bone was very surprised, so he tilted his head slightly.

An old man walked slowly, carrying three swords, one long and two short, on his back. The long one was about three feet, and the two short ones were only one foot.

Yu Deshui looked at the old man and was slightly surprised.

Although he is in the grass, he has heard of the name of a generation of swordsmen's 'sword three catties'.

After relieving his mind, Yu Deshui got up and stepped forward, and arched his hand at Jian Sanjin: "Dare to ask this, but is Jian Sanjin senior?"

Jian Sanjin nodded slightly, and made an answer.

Yu Deshui's face changed slightly, obviously expressing the three catties of the sword, and he was extremely unhappy.

Jian Sanjin's face began to turn pale. The lips, which were as thin as cicada wings, moved slightly: "In the future, if you leave the 'snow drink', you will no longer find the unhappiness of the dynasty, and I can let you go." ”

After hearing this, Yu Deshui was stunned at first, and then laughed.

On land, I may still be afraid of you, but this is in the water, and I am the overlord of this water!

Looking at the rampant Yu Deshui, Jian Sanjin shook his head slightly.

"God has the virtue of a good life, the old man thought that it was not easy for you to practice knives, and I wanted to let you go, but since you were so obsessed, the old man had to be polite. ”

Jian Sanjin said, his qi was disordered, his face became paler, and his coughing became more and more violent.

Ye Junlin looked at the three catties of the sword, and vaguely had a bad premonition.

Jian Sanjin looked at Yu Deshui, not saying anything. His hand lifted slightly, and he drew the cyan sword from his back.

The long sword came out of the sheath, and suddenly let out a 'buzz, hum' scream, as if aware of the master's condition, the two short swords originally stayed quietly in the scabbard, heard the sorrow of the long sword, suddenly broke free from the sheath, coiled in front of the sword three catties.

The three swords, like three filial sons and daughters, are constantly mourning.

Jian Sanjin waved his hand, smiled softly, and comforted: "When life meets, there is a time, and there is no banquet in the world. However, in the end, let's fight again. ”

The words fell, and the three swords suddenly emitted an earth-shattering sword aura.

The sword qi stirred up three tornadoes, surging endless waves on the river, and the twelve giant ships were repulsed to the shore, and the Zheng ghost bones were blown out, and even Yu Deshui, who was known as the 'Dragon King on the Water', was almost shocked to the river.

The wind and clouds between heaven and earth suddenly changed, and it was still sunny just now, and the clouds were closed at this moment. The sky is obscured, the sun is obscured. The dark clouds pressed down, and an inexplicable sense of depression acted on everyone.

In the cabin of the ship, twelve thousand horses roared at the same time. In the river, all kinds of swimming fish have rushed up to the surface of the river, gulping in the air.

Jian Sanjin looked at all this, stroked the sword body, and said with a smile: "It's the last time, why are you doing such a big battle." ”

Yu Deshui looked at the old man, his liver and gallbladder were broken