An old man squatted on the bow of the boat wearing an old coat and torn straw sandals, and smoked a dry tobacco rod "with a horn and a horn".

His skin was dark, his hair was messy like a nest of grass, the corners of his eyes were wrinkled, and his rough old face was weathered. The moment Yan hit the waves, he just spat out a smoke ring with satisfaction, hung down the cigarette stick, and knocked the rusty smoke pot on the sole of his foot.

His seemingly ordinary knock actually matched the leap of the swallow hitting the waves, no one was faster or slower, and even the arc and rhythm of the movements of the two sides were exactly the same, like the reflection of birds on the water when they swept into the sky.

Suddenly, Yan Zhenglang's sweeping figure froze, stopped in mid-air, and his left fist swung violently, hitting no one in front of him. There was a loud "boom", and a thunderbolt happened to jump out of the void and hit the fist.

This sudden punch also completely coincided with the jump of the thunderbolt, and the time was in no particular order, as if the two sides had made an appointment in advance.

In the deafening roar, the thunder was smashed by the fist, and the thunder scattered and splashed, setting off a frenzied air current. The boat on the river shook slightly, and Yan Zhenglang's body shook at the same time. Huiyuan was affected and immediately fainted.

This is the fight of the pinnacle masters of Hedao. Although Lao Suo and Yan Zhenglang have no actual contact, the two are mentally interlocked, intending to be the first, and they rely on their divine will to resist the enemy. Lao Suo sensed the route of Yan Zhenglang's flying, and quietly buried the thunder method on the way, Yan Zhenglang also sensed the hidden thunder method, and blatantly punched to break it.

"Kong Mingzi!" Yan hit the waves and looked at the old man at the bow of the boat, and shouted loudly, like a thunderbolt. The surface of the river seemed to be hit by an invisible fist, and it "banged" downward, and the surrounding waves were several feet high, and they swept towards the boat.

Using the sound of chest concussion, Yan Zhenglang raised his body again, and quickly swept into the distant sky, without a fight.

"Whoa!" the boat was lifted high by the waves, tumbling in mid-air, and then falling sharply with the valley of the waves, and tossing and turning in the turbulence. Kumeiko was always half-squatting, the soles of her feet firmly attached to the bow of the boat, and she slumped down with the boat. The fire of the dry smoke pot flickered and flickered, and there was not the slightest water stain.

"Hee-hee, Yan boy, since you're here, you're going to play with the old man, why are you running like you're burning your butt?" Kongmingzi raised her head and grinned, revealing a mouth full of stained yellow teeth, and a little overnight leek leaf embedded between her teeth. I can't tell at all that he is the first person of the Great Jin Dao Sect who is ranked among the top ten masters in the world, and the head of the Taishang Shenxiao Sect - the Taishang Yuan Shi Tongxuan Moral True Monarch.

"If it's just you, what's the matter if the Sprinkle family accompanies you a few times? But you're a bad old man, what's the fun?" Yan Zhenglang laughed, his back suddenly arched, and he shot one by one, and instantly crossed hundreds of feet in the sky, turning into a small point in the sky.

"Can you run?" With Ku Mingzi's laughter, the sky suddenly sank, and the whole piece fell downward, as if the water surface had suddenly fallen, inch by inch. At the same time, the nearby earth and rivers floated upward, as if held up by an invisible giant palm, and quickly greeted the sky.

Seen from dozens of miles away, the heavens and the earth slowly closed, as if they were about to be compressed into a flat piece of drawing paper. Clouds, landscapes, river beaches, ancient roads...... All of them are grotesquely distorted, tending to be flattened.

The distance between the empty Mingzi on the boat and the swallow hitting the waves in the sky is constantly narrowing, as if they have become the people in the painting.

"The rivers and mountains are picturesque!" Yan hit the waves with thick eyebrows, stopped his body, secretly adjusted his luck, and no longer did unnecessary consumption.

The picturesque rivers and mountains are the Horcruxes of the Zhen Five-Fingered Heaven Town, which can be intercepted from the heaven and earth and sealed into the painting, as if a whole piece of space was dug out and loaded into the Horcrux. Now that the heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles have been sealed into the picture scroll, no matter how far he runs, it is in vain, and he is still spinning in this Horcrux, and it is difficult to get out of trouble.

Unless you find the owner of the Horcrux and kill it.

"Since you're here, don't hide your little family's anger, let's get out of the sprinkle family!" Yan hit the waves and let out a long roar, like rolling angry waves, sweeping in all directions. The scenery nearby is not unusual, with white clouds floating, clear water flowing, and towering mountains and forests in the distance. It's just that the light becomes twisted and twisted, layered on top of each other, giving birth to a strange sense of spatial dislocation.

"When death is imminent, I have to sprinkle it!" A dignified middle-aged man walked proudly along the ancient road with his hands behind his back. He wears a gold bead crown on his head, a silver medallion and a jade belt, and the clouds and mist are swirling under his feet, and the colorful Ruiqi is like a colorful streamer, flying around his body, which is the current palace of the Jade Emperor Palace.

"It's because death is on the verge that he wants to sprinkle it!" a floating cloud in the sky cracked open, like a human face, and let out a reverberating wild laughter. The floating clouds gathered and dispersed, sometimes white clouds and dogs, and sometimes they were in vague human shapes, but they were the sect leader of the White Cloud Sect, Bai Wufang, from the Cangwu Bai clan.

"Brother Yan, don't be impatient. When you die, we will bury you alive. The name of this pavilion is called Broken Waves, facing the water and back to the mountain, the scenery is excellent, and it is the most suitable place for Brother Yan to bury the coffin. "In the Broken Waves Pavilion, the figure of the Five Fingers Heavenly Palm Sect - the Five Elements Venerable appeared. He spoke in a deep and long voice, sitting cross-legged in the pavilion, his long white eyebrows hanging down to his chin, and his hands were raised and raised, hugging him in front of his lower abdomen.

Three Merge Dao masters appeared one after another, and their powerful spiritual power was like three chains, extending from afar, intertwining and locking Yan Hitting Waves, forcibly restraining his body.

"In addition to the bad old man, it's enough to see, why worry about waiting for a few clowns who jump off the beam?" Yan Zhenglang laughed, grabbed Huiyuan with his left hand, picked up the gourd with his right hand, and poured wine with his head indifferently. His action seems ordinary, but it is like a mountain stream twists and turns, agile and difficult to distinguish the direction, and he easily broke free from the spiritual power of Zhang Dongxu and the three of them.

Zhang Dongxu's faces changed color at the same time.

Kong Mingzi sat on the bow of the boat, inhaled the dry tobacco beautifully, caught a lice from the coat, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it a few times.

Yan Zhenlang's eyes flashed, the Venerable Five Elements is the master of the picturesque country, when operating this Horcrux, he must be in the painting, in order to be able to unify the painting and manipulate it freely. The top priority is to be injured and take out this person first with lightning speed. But since the other party dares to show up, he must have a backup to deal with his own surprise attack.

If you make an all-or-nothing attack, you will fall into the trap of the opponent.

Sure enough, in the reeds next to the pavilion, the water waves gently rippled, reflecting a tall and graceful reflection.

The reeds are green and green, staring with frost-white dewdrops, and the beautiful shadow is swaying in the rippling water light of the morning light, and the horizontal sword stands alone, and it is impossible to distinguish whether the face is shining or the sword light is more bright.

"Empty rain ......" Yan hit the waves and shook his body, his eyes stayed on the stunning beauty for a long time, soft as the wind blowing spring water, "You...... You're here too. ”

"Brother Yan, it's been a long time. Ning Kongyu replied softly, the timbre was like the spiritual rain of the empty mountain, clear and clean, and like a moonlit night with a harp, and the light was dust-free.

"Are you here to kill me too?" Yan Zhenglang's eyes widened, and his voice suddenly sank.