Du Xiang, the sect leader of the Sunset Sect, was nailed to the ground by a long sword and couldn't move.

He convulsed all over, couldn't fall backwards, and slowly lost his life in pain. After a few moments, the dead can no longer die. The long sword slowly left Du Xiang's body and flew back to Wangyuan Tower.

Looking upstairs, the old swordsman took the long sword and put it back in the sword box beside him, and he continued to drink.

Keep fishing.

Catch big fish.

At this time, the other two sect masters of the Sunset Sect were already frightened, looking at Du Xiang's corpse, they didn't dare to move. No one could have imagined that things would turn out like this. Only Caiyun shouted loudly: "See no, the wicked have evil retribution." ”

The two elders smiled slightly: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." ”

Yu Zhenyi didn't care so much, he quickly rushed forward and knocked the two to the ground with one punch. Perhaps because they were afraid, the two elders didn't dare to fight back at all, and let Yu Zhenyi beat them.

Yu Zhenyi threw two punches and smashed them into the dantian of the two of them, abolishing the cultivation of the two. Then he glanced at the upper floor and said, "Thank you seniors." ”

The old swordsman, somehow, didn't say a word.

Yu Zhenyi took the colorful clouds and left slowly, leaving only two elders here, wailing here.

At the same time, in the lower reaches of the Baishui River, Yu Ya saw Shen Xuesong's corpse, like crazy, anxious and jumping, without a sword fairy demeanor. She didn't understand why her father-in-law died.

At this time, Yu Zhenyi walked over slowly and said, "It wasn't that Heijiao who killed him, but Du Xiang, the sect leader of the Sunset Sect. Du Xiang is already dead, if you go to whip the corpse, I'm afraid it's still too late. ”

Yu Ya ignored Yu Zhenyi, just hugged Shen Xuesong's corpse and clenched her long sword in her hand.

Yu Zhenyi didn't care about him, and slowly came to the riverside. This is the lower reaches of the Baishui River, and it may also be the nest of the black Jiao. Yu Zhenyi still has something to do, he stood on the shore and waited slowly.

Caiyun was also on the side, staring at the water with great curiosity.

After a while, a huge head emerged from the river, it looked at Yu Zhenyi, spit out a aquatic grass from its mouth, and let the waves push the aquatic grass in front of Yu Zhenyi. Hei Jiao said: "This is the treasure I guard, and I gave it to you to repay the grace of Fengzheng." ”

Yu Zhenyi didn't pick up the aquatic weed: "This is a little different from what I said before." ”

Hei Jiao sneered: "Do you really want me to attach all my luck to you? I was thought that I didn't know, you are the same as those people." Insatiable, but the desire is greater. Now that I'm a true dragon, I won't be afraid of you anymore. ”

Yu Zhenyi frowned: "Then what you said before, doesn't it count?"

Hei Jiao nodded: "What is my identity now, I can give you this "soul nourishing grass", it is already a blessing." You don't want to go quickly, things are good treasures. Don't be greedy anymore, be content. ”

The current Heijiao has already achieved success, how can he be afraid of Yu Zhenyi?

It knew that Yu Zhenyi was no different from those lay monks. On the pontoon bridge before, although I gave myself a sentence of integrity, the thoughts I held were not very pure.

What he probably wanted was to make Heijiao feel grateful to him when he was desperate, and then recognize him as the master.

How could this be possible for Hei Jiao? Hei Jiao was resentful of the monks who prevented him from going to the river at that time, and it was impossible for him to be grateful. Even if it finally gave it the right meaning, it would not be grateful.

Giving this treasure "soul nourishing grass" is just that it cares about the avenue and doesn't want to act against the sky. You know, the monk pays the most attention to cause and effect, and its true dragon has to bow its head. Giving Yu Zhenyi this treasure is already a great face.

Heijiao was curious, what else did he want?

I really want to be its slave.

In the history of the Tang Dynasty, there were really monks who rode dragons, but who were they, they were all famous immortals in the cultivation world. There are Taoist real people, and there is Buddhism King Kong, he has a small Yu Zhenyi, why dare to have such thoughts?

Heijiao raised his head and stared at him.

If he had to take an inch, Heijiao wouldn't mind swallowing him in one gulp.

Caiyun was on the shore, looking at this big guy, she was not a little afraid, she said angrily: "Big guy, don't be arrogant, my son-in-law is very powerful." At the last moment, I saved you, you don't know what to do. ”

Yu Zhenyi raised his hand and stopped Caiyun. He looked at Heijiao's huge head and said with a smile: "Do you think that if you succeed in walking the river and turning into a real dragon, you will be very powerful? ”

Hei Jiao spat out: "You are a Wandering Realm cultivator, why do I have a way?"

Yu Zhenyi put his hand on the hilt of the sword behind him: "With my sword, what do you think?"

Hei Jiao was not afraid at all, his golden pupils stared at Yu Zhenyi like this, and he stuck out his tongue: "The surname Yu, if you know each other, go away quickly." I won't pay attention to you, this soul-nourishing grass, cut off the cause and effect between us. ”

Yu Zhenyi smiled: "Brutes are brutes, and words never count." ”

Hei Jiao smiled and said, "So what? I saw that you had aura before, so I begged you to ask for a sentence of correction." Well, now that I have a successful road, a radius of thousands of miles, whether it is flying in the sky or swimming in the water, you must obey my orders. Do you think you have a dragon sword in your hand? ”

Yu Zhenyi glanced at it: "It's not the Dragon Slaying Sword, it's really enough to kill you." ”

He didn't even look at the soul nourishing grass on the bank of the river, and rushed towards the Baishui River at a rapid pace, and at the same time, he pulled out the true martial sword behind his back. On the Whitewater River, ride the waves. He doesn't know swordsmanship, but he has long memorized "Canglang Sword Technique".

Chu Tian is light, the beginning of the month is oblique, like a Wu hook. The sunset hangs on the head of the building, the rivers and lakes road, the wine line, where to stay. Who caress the old times last night, Jin Ge rode iron, held a longbow, and smoked.

The prancing horse horizontal knife still remembers that he is young, and he marches side by side with Loulan snow, and the snow reflects the cold sword. Also drink the moon on the border, and the moon falls on the frost river. Sweeping the wind and luxury, the red flame drives thousands of troops and waits for leisure. But when this parted, it was a snap of a finger.

The city is chaotic and prosperous, and Meiling is covered with blood. Suddenly it became a pity, it was difficult to find the old news from the ruins, and the streamer here turned a few times, and I knew the heroes of the world.

Plum dyed glass, cold clothes and light shirts smiled. Different paths, like old confidants, know where the old dreams come from, the rivers and mountains are still withering. The golden luans are chaotic, and the shadow is clear.

Who is, the first war is in its glory.

Dust and smoke, blue clouds, and the tide is far away. The sword endowment, the top of Kunlun, between the Yaotai, the fairy and the demon appear.

The long sword traveled all over the world, and since then, he has been alone in the sky. Carry a sword, life and death. The sea, wind, rain and snow, fate and love, what should be the end of love. White hair laughs, rivers and lakes resent. Sorrow and sadness, who can solve it, the sword is sealed for three thousand years.

The waves are still the same, and the sound of the waves is not extinguished.

Yu Zhenyi was in his heart, silently reciting the "Canglang Sword Technique", and ran towards Heijiao!

Hei Jiao was furious in his heart, these humans were really insatiable. It has already given a soul nourishing grass, isn't it enough? It is also angry, looking at Yu Zhenyi, who is crazy and loving on the riverside, it opens its big mouth, ready to swallow it in one gulp.

Yu Zhenyi held the real martial sword, just like holding the iron pimple at the beginning, very skillful.

He jumped up high and passed the aura in his body through the acupuncture points. Infused into the True Martial Sword. For a while, on the surface of the river, there was a huge sword qi surging! This sword qi was even bigger than the body of the black Jiao!

The black Jiao turned around in horror, the danger signal in its heart vibrate, and it hurriedly plunged into the Baishui River.

Yu Zhenyi recklessly vented the aura in his body in the form of a sword trick. The entire lower reaches of the Baishui River were suddenly filled with sword aura. This river is very large, and it has some ties with "Canglang Sword Technique".

Therefore, Yu Zhenyi, who has never practiced swordsmanship, can play the sword as freely as before!

The most important thing is that the sword in his hand is a true martial sword, and it has restraint against the demons in the world. The real dragon clan, how to say that the body is also a demon. Therefore, the black Jiao is now in great pain, and the newly grown scales on its body are peeling off piece by piece.

Heijiao's current body is very strong, and its healing power is amazing.

However, when it fled back to its Dragon Palace, it found that the wounds on its body showed no signs of healing. It frantically absorbed the aura around the Baishui River, but it was of no use.

The aura was scattered from those sword qi.

Hei Jiao was really scared, he didn't understand, that kid was clearly not a swordsman, why could he use such a powerful sword qi? On the pontoon bridge before, he repelled his attacks again and again, and he was clearly a powerful physique.

The physical cultivation is so strong, why is the sword qi so strong now?

This doesn't make sense!

In Heijiao's heart, he shouted frantically.

On the side of the Baishui River, looking at the distant upstairs, the old swordsman who was lying down suddenly stood up at this time and exclaimed: "This kid is really okay." To be able to cultivate the cultivation method of Jiuqian Mountain to this level, it is actually a sword cultivation, I am really blind. ”

At the same time, he noticed the sword in Yu Zhenyi's hand and smiled slightly.

There is a real martial sword, and the demon dragon can't turn up any wind and waves.

Caiyun was on the shore, looking at his young master, treading the waves on the river, holding a sword in his hand, and shouted happily: "Young master, you are the real sword immortal, that Chao Qingyuan is not worthy of carrying shoes for the son compared to you!"

Yu Zhenyi smiled slightly, he was also very satisfied with this situation.

He has read the book "Canglang Sword Technique" countless times and remembered it in his heart. It's just that I haven't had the opportunity to cultivate, and now on the water, it's a good time to practice.

He swayed his sword qi to his heart's content, and the aura in his body was not reserved.

After a while, the water of the Baishui River was dyed red again. A huge real dragon slowly surfaced, its eyes blank. It's now, there's nothing to say at all.

Yu Zhenyi slowly came to the true dragon and placed the true martial sword in front of it.

Suddenly, a powerful spiritual force crashed into the real dragon.

The true dragon had given up resistance, and it asked, "What kind of sword are you?"

Yu Zhenyi smiled: "It doesn't matter what kind of sword it is, I just want to say that what the real dragon says doesn't count, I can cure you too." ”

Zhenlong sneered: "Don't you pretend like this, don't you just want me to be your mount, and then use my aura to feed your body? ”

Yu Zhenyi was stunned for a moment: "You're just a loach, what do I want you to do as my mount?"

The real dragon closed his eyes and ignored Yu Zhenyi.

After a while, it opened its eyes again: "You human beings, you are so hypocritical, you don't want my aura, what are you going to do when you come back? You human beings have a saying, you want to be a bitch and want to build an archway, aren't you like that?"

Yu Zhenyi smiled: "You really think highly of yourself." ”

Zhenlong frowned and said, "You have put so much effort into it, not for this, but for what?"

Yu Zhenyi sighed: "I came to you, I didn't want to see the treasure of the Dragon Palace, nor did I want you to be my mount." I just want you to swear, is it that hard?"

The real dragon sneered, "I swear to follow you for the rest of my life and never regret it, right? ”

Yu Zhenyi put the Zhenwu sword on its neck: "I make you swear that you will live forever and eternally, and you will not disturb the people on both sides of the Baishui River." ”

The voice was not loud, but it made the real dragon stunned for a moment: "It's that simple?"

Yu Zhenyi nodded: "It's as simple as that."