Under the blood moon, above the White River. The river churned up, and the whole river was reflected red, as bloody as blood.

The boats on the river were in a circle, and there were dozens of people on board.

The three sons of Qingzhou raised their swords and went down, and the eldest prince Chen Chunfeng stopped Tang Ze behind, and shouted angrily at the black-clothed man in front of him, "What are you?"

"Oh, what is it?" the man in black grinned. A palm struck, and the blood moon became one, like a blood spurting out.

Chen Chunfeng's long sword was in gear, and he took a few steps back, "What a strong palm." ”

Tang Ze stood aside, clenched his fists, and was about to step forward. Suddenly, the second son, Chen Pingfeng, swung his long sword, and stopped him behind him again, without looking back, and smiled, "This matter will be solved by us in Qingzhou ourselves." With that, he raised his sword and stepped forward.

In Chen Pingfeng's hand, the long sword winter plum was like a fragrant plum branch, as if it had turned into a faint drift of snow and fell gently.

The man in black lifted his robe and smiled, "Oh, Dongmei Sword, it's kind of interesting!"

The loud bangs of 'boom boom' were deafening. The sword qi of Dongmei Sword collided with the palm print of the man in black, and in an instant, lightning and flint flashed.

The two took a few steps back, and neither of them had the upper hand.

Tang Ze stood aside and hurriedly said, "Second son, be careful, this guy is not ordinarily strong." ”

Chen Pingfeng waved his long sword and smiled slightly, "I can feel it." ”

The man in black also praised coldly, "This sword is really the right choice." ”

The two took a deep breath and started fighting. The entire wooden ship was hit by the sword qi and palm qi of the two of them, and none of them were complete.

At this time, the eldest prince Chen Chunfeng also raised his sword, and the two fought one, at least the chance of winning was a little more.

But the third son, Chen Dongfeng, leaned to the side and watched them fight like a play.

At this time, Han Wangsun was anxious, he didn't go up to help because his martial arts were too weak, and if he went up, he would be sent to death, and Tang Ze didn't go up to help because he was not from Qingzhou, Chen Pingfeng also said that this matter would be solved by Qingzhou himself, but Chen Dongfeng, the third son of Qingzhou in front of him, was lazily leaning aside and watching others fight. Han Wangsun patted Chen Dongfeng on the shoulder and said hurriedly, "Hey, Chen Gongzi, why don't you go up to help?"

Chen Dongfeng spread his hand and pushed away Han Wangsun's hand, looking unconcerned, "I don't know martial arts, why should I go up and die?"

When Han Wangsun heard this, he scolded in his heart, how could this guy be the same as Wen Dao?

Seeing that the eldest son and the second son of Qingzhou were exhausted, the face of the man in black did not feel a little tired. It can be seen that the strength of this man in black should not be underestimated.

Chen Chunfeng and Chen Pingfeng were panting and preparing for the final battle. The man in black also sneered, ready to give them a ride.

Suddenly, the three of them collided together like three unstringed bows and arrows.

Suddenly, the blood moon gradually turned red and bloody. A sense of dread arose.

But suddenly, the blood moon dimmed again. Gradually, gradually, it turned into a white moon.

The white moonlight gently and faintly sprinkled on the surface of the river, and the entire river surface was like a milky way.

At this time, the sky was also illuminated by the white moon, as if it were daytime, but it was a little softer than the day.

At this time, in front of the man in black, the third prince of Qingzhou, Han Wangsun and Meng Fengxing, there was a beautiful man in white who was fluttering.

This beautiful man was dressed in silver and white with white hair, but his face was extremely young. He had a long sword hanging from his waist, and it was long, silvery-white, and matched him. He stood motionless like that, his eyes closed, like a holy white lotus.

The man in black looked at the man in white and shouted angrily, "Which turtle grandson are you?"

The white-haired man slowly opened his eyes, his plain face seemed to be a little angry, and there was a sense of sacrosanctity, "Who are you scolding?"

The man in black said angrily, "Scold you!

The white-haired head didn't look back, and when he raised his hand, the sword didn't come out, and he knocked the man in black back more than ten meters away.

The man in black fell to the ground and got up, stunned, and said in shock, "This skill ......"

"Get out of here!" the white-haired man shouted angrily, and this time, he still didn't look back.

The man in black knew that he was not an opponent, and he knew very well that the white-haired man of unknown origin in front of him was definitely above him. If he tries his best now to fight him, the odds of winning are about 10%, but it will not be enough. So, he ran away.

Everyone watched as the man in black fled in front of their eyes, and a man in white of unknown origin appeared in front of them, and his skills seemed to be above everyone. I was overwhelmed.

Chen Dongfeng walked up to the white-haired man and said hurriedly, "Hey, what are you doing, kid? Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you letting him go? Do you know that you let go of a big villain like this!"

The man in white had a flat face, "I don't kill people." ”

At this time, Han Wangsun also walked over, "So, who are you?"

The man in white didn't look back, and his eyes flashed with a sacrosanct light, "My name is Bai Hua." ”