Li Wuji's gaze became sharp and said, "It's not just elimination, I'm afraid I want to kill Bai Jiuzhong and Zou Liuyun." ”

Several people's eyes couldn't help but look at Yang Zhen, and Yang Chen pondered: "Bai Suo and Zou Yan should have a backhand, they won't watch the two who represent the future of their sect being calculated to death like this." ”

"Ancestor!" Qu Yang, the head of Qingcheng, showed a trace of uneasiness in his eyes, and turned his head to look at Bai Suo.

Bai Suo's expression did not change, but his eyes were much deeper.

Yunmeng Mountain.

Zou Yan's expression became solemn, and he scolded the current head of the family, Zou Xiang: "Sit down, do you still look like the head of the family?"

"No, Dad, Liuyun ...... her"

"No way!" Zou Yan said with a solemn expression: "I didn't say the rules for fighting before, that is, there are no rules." Everything depends on Liuyun and Jiuju themselves. ”

"No, I can't let something happen to Liuyun. She can lose, but she can't die!"

Zou Xiang strode towards the door.

"I want to ......"

"Dad, don't worry, I will only save Liuyun when necessary, and I will not hurt the other party. ”

"Whoosh!"

Zou wanted to walk out of the door, and his figure rose to the sky and flew towards Shanghai. At the same time, Quyang was also flying into the air to Shanghai.

"Alas......" Zou Yan sighed softly, looked in the direction of the capital, and murmured in a low voice: "Yang Zhen, you have become the king and let the West unite." And we don't have the strength to crush the West......"

"Lao Yang!" In the conference room in the capital, Zhang Feng said: "I heard that your grandson is back?"

"I came back from the other world, but I didn't go back to Beijing. That stinky boy probably went to Shanghai to see the excitement. Yang Zhen said.

"Old Yang, he won't fight for the little king, right?" Zheng Sihai said with a smile.

Yang Zhen glanced at him and said, "He's a big warrior to fight for a fart!"

Speaking of this, Yang Chen's expression was a little gloomy, and his gaze swept over the six people: "We old guys have no successor!"

The six of Li Wuji were silent, and this was also where they were tired. It's strange to say, how proud are the seven of them?

It can be said that after the revival of the aura, the chaos in the world was pacified by the seven of them. Today's Huaxia is fought by the seven of them. But none of their descendants have become talented. Once the seven of them grew old, they even died. The seven of their families are likely to decline soon.

"Yang Chen is still worth looking forward to!" said Li Wuji.

Yang Zhen nodded, but then shook his head!

The six of Li Wuji all understood what Yang Zhen meant.

Nodding his head, it was an acknowledgment of Yang Chen's qualifications and talent. Shaking his head, he felt that Yang Chen was too young, and his cultivation was too low. They can't fit seamlessly with their older generation. If it is a son, it has Yang Chen's talent and qualifications......

"Alas......" Yang Zhen sighed in his heart.

Shanghai.

On both sides of the Yangtze River, the atmosphere is tense, and thousands of eyes converge in the air. 、

Midair.

The saber rattling, although he did not make a move, the momentum has begun to collide!

"Whimper......"

Suddenly, a sound that was very discordant with the current atmosphere appeared.

That's the sound of flutes!

It's not the sound of the flute, it's that there's a magic to it.

The sound of the flute is full of etherealism and makes the soul empty. The tense atmosphere gradually began to calm down in everyone's hearts. The audience on both sides of the Yangtze River can't help but look for prestige.

A bamboo raft runs downstream from the upstream in the center of the river.

At the front of the bamboo row, Yang Chen was dressed in a retro white suit, carrying a long knife behind his back.

In fact, his clothes were not retro at all, but real clothes of the same era. It was the oriental costume he bought in the Holy Light City of the Other World, the bamboo row was moving forward, the river wind was gusting, and the clothes were flying.

Half a seat behind him was a girl in an azure retro dress, holding an azure umbrella on Yang Chen's head, and the beauty of the East seemed to be the epitome of Liang Jiayi's body.

Behind the bamboo row, Britney, dressed in an emerald green dress, has a flute across her lips, and the ethereal sound of the flute echoes across the river.

"It's the boss!" In the crowd on the left bank of the Yangtze River, Liang Xianglong suddenly opened his eyes wide and blurted out.

"Tsk!" Xu Buqi beside him rubbed his teeth: "I can really load a pen!"

Huangshan.

Xu Buji, who was standing next to Xu Jing, said softly: "Grandpa, he is Yang Chen." ”

Xu Jing pouted: "With the same virtue as his grandfather, he loves to load pens!"

Yandang Mountain.

Cheng Yangdong was saying the same thing as Cheng Kuo, and then Cheng Kuo was saying the same thing as Xu Jing.

Capital.

Yang Zhen sat up straight suddenly, Zheng Sihai looked stunned, and then said with a smile: "Old Yang, it seems that Yang Chen wants to compete for the little king!"

"Bang!" Yang Zhen pinched the armrest of the chair: "Nonsense!"

Above the Yangtze River.

The eight people in mid-air couldn't help but look down at the bamboo raft floating far away on the river, and their eyes fell on the three people on the bamboo row. At this time, Yang Chen's eyes were also raised slightly, looking at the eight people in mid-air.

Among these eight people, Yang Chen only knew Zou Liuyun and Bai Jiuzhong. But the eight people in mid-air all knew Yang Chen. One by one, their eyes flickered.

Yang Chen's cultivation could not be perceived through the TV and computer screens, but they were all in the realm of a grandmaster at the scene, but they could sense the flow of aura on Yang Chen's body.

"The pinnacle of the Great Martial Master!"

"How so?"

"Wasn't he a great samurai a few months ago?"

"Whimper......"

The sound of the flute still reverberates, and the bamboo rows pass through the river mist.

"Whoa......

The bamboo row swayed lightly, Yang Chen took a step forward, stepped under the azure umbrella, stepped on the river with his right foot, and then the river under his feet suddenly set off a huge wave, lifting Yang Chen up and rushing to the sky.

"Ang ......"

Yang Chen's spiritual power touched the wall of the water vein, and the dragon soul in the water vein roared, spreading from Yang Chen's body.

In the process of rising, the monstrous wave turned into a water dragon, and Yang Chen stood on top of the dragon's head and rushed towards the eight people in the air.

After a moment of surprise, the eight people in mid-air had regained their composure. There was a hint of worry in the eyes of Bai Jiuzhong and Zou Liuyun, while the eyes of the six Westerners were full of sarcasm.

Yang Chen's growth was surprising to them, but didn't he grow up yet?

A great martial artist dares to compete for the little king and participate in the battle of the grandmaster, who gave you the courage?

Desai's position happened to face Yang Chen, and Saiya said, "Desai, I'll leave it to you, no problem, right?"

"No problem, one trick to solve!"

As soon as the words fell, Desai held the giant axe in his hand and rushed towards Yang Chen, who was stepping on the dragon in the distance.

"Guys, what are we waiting for?" Saiah looked at the other four.

"Up!"

"Boom ......"

As soon as their words fell, Zou Liuyun had already taken the lead. The river below formed a huge whirlpool under the traction of her hands, and it soared upward, enveloping her and Bai Jiuzhong inside.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The various attacks of the five people bombarded the whirlpool, although the whirlpool was crumbling, but like Tai Chi, it relied on the rapid rotation force to unload a lot of power, only Tai Tai's other attack, the power of the curse ignored the whirlpool, and fell on Zou Liuyun and Bai Jiuzhong. It made Zou Liuyun and Bai Jiuzhong feel the sluggishness of their body movements and the weakening of their strength.

"Qiang Qiang ......"

Thirty-six flying swords came out of Bai Jiuzhong's sword box like streamers, and suddenly fireworks exploded, attacking the five people.

Zou Liuyun defended, Bai Jiuzhong attacked, and the two cooperated very tacitly. Under the attack of the five grandmasters, they actually fought well. But both men knew in their hearts that their defeat was inevitable.

Individually, they are not afraid of any of the five people. But two-on-five, I really can't beat it.

Not to mention......

The two of them are still cursed, their movements are sluggish, and their strength continues to weaken.

The other side.

Desai and Yang Chen were approaching quickly, Desai's huge body and huge battle axe were like a small mountain flying into each other. And the water dragon under Yang Chen's feet is getting bigger and bigger, more and more vivid, and the dragon is shaking.

"Whoosh......"

Yang Chen, who was standing on the dragon's head, suddenly stepped on the dragon's head, and his figure swayed up. And the water dragon had already crashed into the rushing water dragon.

A flash of fierceness flashed in Desai's eyes, and the giant axe in his hand slashed towards the water dragon.

He knew that Yang Chen was a water attribute cultivator, but he was only a great martial artist, he had absolute confidence, he was able to smash the water dragon with an axe, and he was also able to slash at Yang Chen without any impact.

But......

He didn't know that Yang Chen, a water attribute cultivator, was a fake, and he released the water system Dao method, not because he was a water attribute cultivator, but because he had a water vein, because he was a spiritual power cultivator, and he used his spiritual power to release the Dao method in the water vein.

And Yang Chen's spiritual power is not a great martial artist, but a demon master, and it is beyond the realm of a great grandmaster. Although Yang Chen suppressed the power at this time, he only released the power of the magician, that is, the power equivalent to the realm of the grandmaster, but it was the power of the real magician, not the power of the magician who lacked the Dao method on this side of the earth. That was the power that was truly equivalent to the peak realm of the Grandmaster.

"Boom ......"

Desai and the water dragon collided together, and they were unstoppable.

But......

Desai was about to smash the water dragon, and as soon as he passed by, his indomitable expression instantly froze on his face, and then his body flew upside down.

"Ang ......"

With a dragon groan, Yang Chen had already swooped down towards the upside-down Desai. Yang Chen, who quietly released the light body technique and flying technique for himself, plus the fact that he could fly with a foundation, was twice as fast as Desai, who flew upside down.

Knowing the sea, the fog dragon circled, and the dragon intent erupted.

"Boom!"

The long knife was pulled out from behind the backhand, and the fog knife in the sea vibrated and the knife intent erupted. The mountain knife slashed out.

The dragon intent is suppressed, the sword intent is sharp, and the pure and deep spiritual power in the body surges like a tidal wave.

Dacheng's dragon intent, Dacheng's sword intent, is not weaker than the power of the grandmaster.

A giant knife more than ten zhang appeared in the sky, as if tearing through the sky, and slashed down towards Desai.

"Grandmaster!" Yang Zhenteng stood up, he couldn't sense Yang Chen's breath through the screen, but this power was definitely the realm of the grandmaster.

"Grandmaster!" Li Wuji's faces were changing, and their eyes were complicated. Zheng Sihai's eyes were even more dark.

"Grandmaster!" Xu Jing's eyes widened suddenly.

"Grandmaster!" Cheng Kuo's eyes flashed with disbelief.

"It's ...... Grandmaster?" Liang Xianglong and Xu Buqi were uncertain in their hearts.

The audience on both sides of the Yangtze River, there were too many people like the two of them, who couldn't be sure because of their low cultivation, but they knew that the grandmaster Desai was beaten away by Yang Chen, and Yang Chen was chasing and fighting at this time.

At this time, Desai still lost three points of control of his body and could not control it. Watching Yang Chen's long knife slash down, he held the giant axe horizontally with both hands, blocking towards the long knife.

But......

There was a sudden trace of fear in his heart, it was the suppressive influence of Jackie Chan's intention on him, and he couldn't use ten percent of his strength in the first place, but he was even weaker at this time.

"When ......"

There was a muffled thunderous explosion, and the long knife and the giant axe collided, and Desai blocked the long knife, but did not block the knife intent. The knife entered his body, wantonly destroying his internal functions.

"Poof......

Desai spurted blood from his mouth and nose, and this time his body was not just flying upside down, it flew into the distance like a projectile, and blood was constantly spurting from his mouth and nose, like fountains.

Quiet!

Quiescence!

Not only was the two sides of the Yangtze River silent, but all the spectators in front of the TV watching the game were also dull and silent.

"Smack!" Yang Zhen in the conference room in the capital suddenly slapped the table: "My grandson is a grandmaster, ahahahaha......"

Among the five people who were besieging Bai Jiuzhong and Zou Liuyun, Leon's expression became excited:

"Yang Chen hand it over to me!"

As soon as the words fell, Leon retreated and faced Yang Chen, the spear in his hand shook towards Yang Chen, drawing a bathtub-sized spear flower, and the tip of each shaken spear was shining like a little star. His eyes sparked with excitement:

"Okay!Yang Chen, I like your fighting style!

Fierce!

This is the way men play, the two of us practice!"

Yang Chen stopped in mid-air, the long knife was tilted to the side, and he raised his eyes to look at Leon opposite. From his countenance, some shadows of Catherine were seen. Suddenly said in my heart:

"What's your relationship with Catherine?"

Leon looked furled: "My sister." ”

"The King's grandson?"

"Yes!"

Yang Chen tilted his head slightly and glanced at Bai Jiuzhong and Zou Liuyun, who were being besieged, and should be able to hold on for a while. Then he imagined Leon nodded and said:

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The two men collided in mid-air, swords and spears colliding.

The spear is like a dragon, and the sword is like a mountain.

Violently collided, Yang Chen's dragon intent and knife intent were not reserved at all, and Leon also comprehended the gun intent, and the big gun pierced out a line, as fast as lightning. The gun shook, and the tip of the gun spread out like a wall. didn't give Yang Chen a chance. The big gun was two meters and five meters long, and Yang Chen wanted to bully it several times, but he was blocked by the tip of the spear that shook like a wall, and after a few rounds, Yang Chen fell behind.

Yang Chen frowned slightly, the long knife in his hand kept chopping, but he knew in his heart that Leon's martial arts strength surpassed his own. Today's Yang Chen's cultivation is the pinnacle of the Great Martial Master, and his true strength is equivalent to the peak of the early stage of the Grandmaster. And Leon's cultivation is the pinnacle of the grandmaster, don't forget, Leon's grandfather is the king of Juton Molay, as the strongest of the young generation of the Molai family, how can he not have the strength to leap?

Therefore, Leon's true strength was definitely more than the peak of the early stage of the Grandmaster, which suppressed Yang Chen in terms of basic strength. If it weren't for the fact that Yang Chen's mountain knife was stronger than Leon's marksmanship, I am afraid that he would have been injured at least at this time.

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