I saw a white mark appear from the stormy waves, like a spider web on the tile, and suddenly the whole water wave was covered.

In an instant, the white marks spread, turning into white light, shining on the faces of thousands of people along the river.

The faces of the crowd were different, either stunned, amazed, or confused...... And so on.

Then there was another rustling sound, and the waves were shattered like glass, and the water splashed in all directions.

Under the light of the fire, the water splashes bloomed with red, green, bright yellow, and cyan light, rising and falling from the sky and the river, and splendidly in mid-air, making a shocking sound.

It turns out that there are really people.

Able to resist the might of heaven and earth.

All the people who witnessed this slashing light had this thought rising in their hearts.

The surging white waves rolled in from the sky, and the silver-white waves pushed and chased, gradually from far to near, the closer and higher, the higher and louder.

It was like a roar of thunder and thunder.

Any wave, if it hits an ordinary person, it can smash its internal organs and vomit blood.

This stormy storm and monstrous waves are not ordinary celestial phenomena, but the formation activated by the Twelve Chains Dock that consumes a lot of gold and silver.

Gold and silver are extremely rich in energy, although they cannot be directly absorbed by the human body, but they can be used to make machines and activate formations.

This is also the reason why gold and silver are used as "money" in the rivers and lakes.

"The old man originally thought that among the twelve serial docks, Xu Shenxing had no opponents, but he didn't expect someone to be braver than him, which son of this family?"

On the high platform, the blind brown-haired old man sighed in amazement: "On the exterior body, I have already touched the taste of half of the perfect sword intent." ”

"Tianzhong Wizard, Tianzhong Wizard!"

"Lao Li, I really didn't expect it, your Qiyuanwu is really deep enough."

Qiyuan Dock is one of the twelve chain docks, inheriting the dock rudder of the [Knife Sequence].

The Divine Sense Sect Master who was pointed at by him had a dark face and snorted coldly: "Tang Jie, don't look at me, this is not our Li family, he is from Baishawu." ”

White Sandwood?

Tang Ju wondered: "How come there are so many geniuses in the Murong family's generation, there was only a natural divine power before, and this is another genius who practices swords." ”

"No, his surname is not Murong, this young man's name is Chen Yuyan, and he is a foreigner."

Song Jianghe, who was on the first seat, said lightly, "The one hundred and thirty-third on the Qingyun List, 'Shocking Knife' Chen Yuyan." ”

Hearing what Song Jianghe said, the people who were still a little enthusiastic suddenly became uninterested and shifted their attention to others.

In the Twelve Docks, people with foreign surnames can never be taken seriously.

No matter how talented a genius is.

No, it doesn't.

Looking at everyone's reactions, Song Jianghe sighed slightly in his heart and said no more.

The waves rolled in from the river, hitting the reef, and the waves splashed like jade.

The splashing water, looking from afar, looks like clusters of white plums, falling on the surface of the river, wave after wave, wave after wave, surging and surging, setting off bursts of raging waves.

In the Xiangjiang River, it seems to have become Chen Yuyan's one-man show.

The rocks pierced the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.

Jiang Lan, who howls angrily, is his background; The dancing crowd is his foil.

When everyone's faces turned red and they struggled to meet the stormy waves, only Chen Yuyan was unmoved, dressed in plain brocade clothes and wearing a jade pendant around his waist, like a god.

Except for the bamboo raft on the soles of the feet, there is no water mark on the body.

The autumn water knife in his hand cut out a white light, and slashed down towards the river like lightning, and the continuous expansion of the blazing sun internal force gushed out from the knife body one after another.

The extreme heat seemed to evaporate the mist in the air, and the white and sharp blade seemed to suddenly become soft, completely fused with Chen Yuyan.

Like a white ribbon, looking from afar, the huge waves in the river leaped around Chen Yuyan, and kept beating down.

And Chen Yuyan was hovering around a dragon, a white dragon evolved from the autumn water knife, the unpredictable dragon shadow was entangled with the river, and the air was filled with a huge roar.

It's the sound of knives, it's the sound of water.

Suddenly, a water curtain several feet high rose into the air, leaping high into the air, as if to shoot all the ants under him into the river.

The autumn water knife attack in Chen Yuyan's hand suddenly changed, and the white dragon that was circling and flying suddenly disappeared, condensing into a miserable black light, emitting an endless cold blade that still crossed the water curtain, and the black sword light that was more than a foot long pierced the sky.

Straight to the sky, swallow the mountains and rivers!

The Yin Nether Sword Sutra was unleashed by Chen Yuyan, and the phantom of the ghost god of the underworld crawled out from behind him, raised his head and roared, slapping towards the huge waves of water that were higher than himself.

The internal force collides with the splash.

Make a sizzling sound.

Chen Yuyan stepped on the bamboo raft, strolling leisurely, and was comfortable in the river.

That handsome son, chic as jade, I don't know how many girls by the river have been intoxicated, and how many young women have been left alone in the boudoir.

The angry tide lifts the river, and the big waves come to the mountain.

The night is getting darker and deeper, but the waves on the river are getting more and more turbulent and surging.

When it was already ugly, the waves on the river at this time continued to make a roaring sound, and the tide sounded like a thousand sounds of a valley, and ten thousand thunders were terrifying.

The original river tide has also completely lost its balanced rhythm, with ups and downs one after another.

The crowd by the riverside not only did not leave, but became more and more dense.

Tens of thousands of eyes followed the only three remaining figures in the river, looking forward to it.

They hope that someone will be able to hold out until dawn and ask for a good weather this year.

In the middle of the river, the corners of Chen Yuyan's clothes were already soaked.

Another high-pitched wave came.

Chen Yuyan held the autumn water knife back, the knife was unsheathed, and the miserable white and cold knife light solidified the river water sprinkled in the sky, which was bewitching and poignant.

Put away the knife and continue to float forward on the bamboo raft.

As soon as he left, the splash of water that had been frozen in the air and the river within half a zhang of the surrounding area suddenly shattered, turned into water vapor, and dissipated with a bang.

The sky is like a yellow spring about to emerge.

and like a hand holding a arrow.

It is the moment when the night is about to leave, and Xi Wei is being dragged in.

As if frightened by the dawn of dawn, the huge waves in the Xiangjiang River roared uncontrollably, one after another, overlapping like avalanches, rolling up a huge whirlpool, and crashing into the embankment in a rage.

The water splashed and splashed dozens of feet, soaking the crowd of spectators.

The wind on the river is very strong, and the waves chase each other, like a silver dragon that is several miles long, rushing and roaring straight towards Chen Yuyan, setting off a wave of silver flowers and snow that is several feet high.

On both sides of the strait, everyone held their breath and didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of affecting the performance of the figure in the middle of the river.

Under the water curtain, Chen Yuyan looked up and felt that his body was as small as dust.

The power of heaven and earth, how dare ants?

With his eyes slightly drooping, Chen Yuyan pulled out the autumn water knife with his backhand, spun and stepped on the waves to the sky, suddenly roared, raised his head upward, and slashed out with all his strength in the face of the huge waves.

Why don't you dare!

Bang –

With a loud bang, the dazzling sword light slashed heavily on the water, splashing waves more than a foot high.

The river was agitated and tumbling, and it actually swung out a circle of ripples like a sea tide in all directions, and the sword light was also shattered by the waves, and quickly spread out to the surroundings, emitting a bright little light under the cover of the lights.

In an instant, countless brilliant white sword lights, swirling air currents, like lightning bolts in the sky violently burst out in all directions.

The towering waves kept shaking in the turbulent air current, and an earth-shattering sound was heard in the air, and the earth-shattering waves in front of him suddenly spread out layers of transparent waves and ripples in all directions.

The strong air flow made Chen Yuyan's body sway, sliding backwards for several feet, his clothes hunting, and his long hair fluttering.

After a while, the earth-shattering wave finally collapsed under its weight, turning into fine pieces of flowing water scattered in the river, completely blending into the water.

Look up again.

The sky was faint, and the night was gone.

A huge round of the rising sun rose from the east river, and the mist of the river floating there on the river surface thinned a little stronger.

The blue sky was sparsely falling, and there were a few faint clouds in the light of several directions, some as white as freshly picked cotton, and some as reddish as the drunken color of a beautiful woman's face.

At the moment when the sun falls on the river, the original turbulent scenery suddenly dissipates, and the river is calm, like a mirror.

On the huge river, he was already the only one standing.

One person, one raft, one river.

That's all.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, Chen Yuyan tiptoed a little and landed on the riverbank.

He was greeted by Murong Yue's hug and the cheers of more than 100,000 people.

"The afterlife is terrifying."

On the high platform, Song Jianghe sighed slightly, and the other Divine Sense Grandmasters were also silent.

Among the twelve serial docks, the last one who could last until dawn during the Dragon Festival was none other than Song Jianghe decades ago.

"Those who receive the award, please come to the stage to receive the award!"

Someone shouted, and the twelve serial warriors who were resting by the river also got up one after another and climbed onto the high platform.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you think this Chen Yuyan should give him a reward for the pier according to the rules?"

Staring at the people on the stage, Song Jianghe suddenly asked, his eyes calm, looking around.

According to the rules of the top of the twelve chain docks, as long as they can last until dawn during the Dragon Sacrifice Festival, they will be rewarded with a pier.

"Never, never! After all, this Chen Yuyan is just a foreign family, how can he be assigned to the dock that belongs to my twelve chain docks? ”

As soon as Song Jianghe's words came out, a strong man wearing a white scarf jumped out and said urgently:

"Lord Dawu, please think twice, the rules of this ancestor must not change!"

This strong man is the owner of Zhengshi Dock, "Leopard Head and Ringed Eyes" Tang Ming.

Qingke County also has three docks, such as Yanziwu, Zhengshiwu, and Baishawu, and there are so many wharves, if Song Jianghe wants to give Chen Yuyan a wharf.

Who's going to be that?

It can't be Swallow Dock.

There are two docks in the stone dock of Zhengshi, and no matter which one is lost, Tang Ming will be distressed to death, so he must not let Chen Yuyan get this reward.

"After all, this Chen Yuyan is just a foreign family, and it is okay to give him other rewards, but this pier is the family foundation on which our twelve docks live, and the place of eating, which is related to the vitality of thousands of brothers in each of our docks, so it is inappropriate to throw it to a hairy boy who doesn't know anything."

Tang Ming saw that Song Jianghe's face remained unchanged, and he was a little stunned in his heart, for fear that he would say too bluntly and blow the latter's face, which would make Song Jianghe unhappy, so he hurriedly added an explanation.

Song Jianghe glanced lightly at Tang Ming, who was dodging his gaze, what the latter was thinking in his heart, he was like a mirror in his heart.

"This dock, we swallow dock."

Although it seems that the Twelve Docks are still in full swing, Song Jianghe knows in his heart that since his two nephews, Song Qing and Song Yuan, the heirs of Swallow Dock, died in an accident, there has been no Junjie who can handle the Twelve Docks.

Even on the Qingyun list, there is only the seventy-third "Hanjiao" Song Feng at the highest, but he is also thirty years old and is about to withdraw from the Qingyun list.

The current situation of the Twelve Serial Docks can be described in eight words.

There is no successor.

Yes, if they stick to the rules of their ancestors, they will not be occupied by outsiders.

But after the class was solidified, people's enterprising spirit was dispersed, and they didn't look at the current twelve chain docks, and those dock rudders could be handled.

The lazy people who eat and wait for death, in Song Jianghe's opinion, are all moths lying on the twelve docks to suck blood.

When they first established the Twelve Serial Docks, among the seven gangs in the rivers and lakes, they were the ones with the most momentum.

But now, it has become the bottom.

It's all up to him, and Song Jianghe is supported by himself.

If he waits for any more accidents, or after he sits down, maybe the Twelve Docks will completely fall from the top forces in the rivers and lakes to ordinary gangs in the rivers and lakes.

Even how many of these docked rudders will be left is unknown.

No more legalism.

Song Jianghe's eyes were dark and his eyes were deep, making it impossible to see what this pillar of the Twelve Docks was thinking.

Seeing that Song Jianghe said this, Tang Ming's face was stupid, so he had to swallow back the justification that had come to his lips.

However, for what the former said, Tang Ming pursed his lips in his heart, he didn't believe that Song Jianghe could do what he said.

Swallow Dock is not his word.

There are still seven or eight people surnamed Song on the head of Song Jianghe, and there are even the old dock owners of the original Swallow Dock, Song Jianghe's father, "Qingtian Jiaolong" Song Licheng.

Sending a wharf to Murong Yue, Song Licheng and they can accept it, because everyone is their own family, and their Song family has not been less favored by the Murong family in the past.

But they would never watch Song Jianghe give another pier to Chen Yuyan, an outsider.

The top three of the Dragon Festival have all come to the high platform.

As for the others, there will naturally be other people who will present the rewards, and they are not qualified to meet with Song Jianghe and the others.

The top three of this Dragon Festival are:

Baishawu Chen Yuyan.

Shang Qingwu Xu Shenxing.

Baishawu Murong Yue.

"Boy Chen Yuyan, meet the master of the dock."

Chen Yuyan stood at the front, looked at the burly man in front of him, bowed slightly, and said hello.

Song Jianghe waved his hand, signaling that they didn't have to be polite.

"Okay, good, you're all good."

Looking at the heroic and enterprising three people in front of him, Song Jianghe stroked his palms and laughed.

This is the future of my Twelve Docks, not the wine bags and rice buckets that only know how to lie in bed and play with women!

Strong, stay.

Weak, get out!

Song Jianghe leaned back, his eyes hidden in the shadows.

He Song Jianghe will make twelve chain docks.

Get strong again!

(End of chapter)