"Hey, where's our ship?"

When he came to Fenglingdu, Ji Kao was surprised.

A huge building ship was nowhere to be seen.

However, the place where the building ship docked not far away became the final battlefield of the battle between the two armies.

And in the river, it is even more wind and water, in the starry night, it is particularly amazing.

Although he and Jiang Lan were suspicious of the whereabouts of the ship, at this moment, they were attracted by the competition at sea.

The big river turns from south to east, and the place where Fenglingdu is located is already a big wave and a fast water.

At this time, the huge waves are churning, and it is no longer a wave that can be described by a large flood. Even on the sea, except for the most terrible storms, there will be no such weather.

This section of the river seems to have become a huge whirlpool. In the whirlpool, there is the battlefield of the old Wu Zhu of the sacrifice party and the old swordsman of the Jiang family, and outside the whirlpool, there are their weapons.

The old swordsman of the Jiang clan only has an ancient sword in his hand, but the rivers in the north are all his swords.

The river turns into a sword, big or small, long or short, or flying high in the sky, or hidden in the river. Countless rivers and swords, slashing and slashing towards the sacrificial old witch Zhu.

The old witch of the sacrificial party, this old witch with a thin face and a bone staff. His lips had never heard it, as if he had been chanting words, as if to the sky and to the river.

The river is like a shield, but there are no countless shields, large and small. There is only one shield, but the whole river is where the shield is. The long swords on the opposite side were all blocked by shields.

From time to time, there are one or two waves, passing through thousands of water swords, slapping at the old swordsman opposite.

Of course, these waves were all smashed by the old swordsman with a sword.

In the battle situation in the river, except for the middle-aged man with two temples dotted on the seemingly invisible building boat, no one can see who has the upper hand and who has the disadvantage.

The middle-aged man just leaned on the boat, stood with his hands in his hands, and didn't say a word.

It's just that when Ji Kao and Jiang Lan were standing on the shore, his eyes moved slightly, he glanced at Ji Kao, and whispered.

Then, he asked Boda next to him, "That young man by the river, is that your son-in-law the exam?"

Boda hurriedly returned: "Exactly. ”

The middle-aged man nodded: "Well, what a teenager, what a suit." ”

"That is, although my Ji clan is famous for farming, but the mulberry weaving is in the northwest border, and there is no comparison with the Fang country. ”

The middle-aged man ignored Boda's self-esteem, and glanced at Ji Kao again, or at the sword, crown, and jade, before turning his eyes away.

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The battle situation on the river is not visible, but the battle situation by the river is very obvious.

The sacrificial soldiers were defeated and fled to Fenglingdu, and they had no fighting spirit. When they arrived, they found that the ships had been sunk, and they were greeted not by the soldiers they had left behind, but by the Rui army.

It can be imagined how panicked the heart of the priest was.

The Quartet was surrounded and had no fighting spirit, and this confrontation was simply a massacre.

"Surrender or die. ”

"Those who descend do not kill. ”

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As the surrounding enemy soldiers repeated this sentence over and over again, more and more sacrificial soldiers put down their weapons and knelt on the ground to surrender.

This is the case in war, when someone surrenders, everyone else surrenders with him. After a while, all the priests surrendered.

As for those who are unwilling to surrender, they are either beheaded by the other party, or they kill themselves in grief and indignation, and their blood is spilled in the river.

The old witch Zhu in the fighting method on the big river, when he saw this scene, suddenly, he looked up to the sky and sighed.

The worn-out bone staff in his hand, covered with black and red spells, was thrown into the sky by him.

Then, this bone staff, emitting a strange red light, was particularly conspicuous in the night.

The sea was like a huge shield, surrounding him, and the bone staff glowed red and levitated above it.

In the mouth of the old witch Zhu, he began to sing an extremely old sacrificial song, the lyrics were obscure, the melody was solemn, and a kind of power that existed as if it were nothing, and began to gather on the river.

And he himself, accompanied by the sound of sacrificial songs, danced on the sea.

The dance of witch blessings does not see its beauty, but it sees its might.

Hearing the chanting of the old witch Zhu, Ji Kao's face suddenly changed slightly.

This tune, not long ago, he had heard it, it was exactly what Cheng heard, the half-que Hebo sacrifice song, one of the nine songs of the Xia Hou clan.

Obviously, the old witch Zhu was hoarse and chanting more tunes than the half of the song he had heard, obviously more than half of the song, and it was very likely to be complete.

Thinking of this, Ji Kao's eyes were staring at the river.

Hebo sacrificial song, I wonder if Hebo will come?

The old swordsman of the Jiang clan who fought against the old witch Zhu had a great change in expression at this time. The old swordsman was born in the Jiang family, although he has not seen it, but he can guess the purpose of this witch Zhu.

He rose up in the air, his qi and blood surged, his whole body turned his qi and surged out, holding a long sword in his hand, and slashed towards Old Wu Zhu in the air.

A fierce sword aura, as if it had torn apart the night sky, slashed towards the location where Old Wu Zhu was.

In just a moment's effort, the sea water was torn apart by the sword qi, and then the old witch Zhu was exposed to the fierce sword qi.

However, Old Wu Zhu didn't pay any attention to this terrifying sword aura, and was still singing and dancing, singing sacrificial songs, and dancing witch dances.

Just as the sword qi was about to slash at the old Wu Zhu's body, the worn-out bone staff on his head hung down with red light, blocking the sword qi.

Then, the old witch Zhu shook his whole body and raised his head above the sea.

He raised his head with his chest straight, as if he had changed someone.

is still skinny, with a disheveled head, just giving people the feeling that he is an untransformed barbarian, and at this moment, it is an eternal vastness.

His eyes were indifferent, and he glanced at the old swordsman in front of him lightly.

At his feet, the great river trembled, and the water from the upstream and downstream rushed at the same time, and the surface of the river soon rose several feet higher.

Then, the old witch Zhu took a step and walked slowly towards the north shore.

In keeping with his footsteps, the river beneath his feet slowly pressed towards the north bank.

"What are you going to do?"

The old swordsman of the Jiang clan flew up with his sword and blocked in front of this old witch Zhu.

In this situation, if the river is allowed to pour into the north bank, not to mention the soldiers in front of them will definitely die, and the people along the river will probably face a flood thousands of years ago.

"Fuck off. ”

Old Wu Zhu glanced at him indifferently, without a trace of emotion, and swept the bone staff in his hand, the mighty river, boundless, and hit the old swordsman.

The old swordsman slashed out with a sword, and the sword aura was fierce, splitting the river in front of him.

However, after the river split, he let his sword qi pass through and continued to hit the old swordsman.

Boom!

The old swordsman was like being hit by a mountain, and he flew backwards and down, until he landed on the shore before he slowed down, and blood spurted from his mouth.

"I don't care who you are, you have to think well, if you really want to cause a flood, countless people will die because of this, you will not end well. ”

Although the old swordsman was seriously injured, he still stood on the riverbank and faced this strange old witch wish.

He had a suspicion that this person was no longer the old witch Zhu just now.

"Heh, are you going to scare me with the lives of your little Terrans?"

This old witch finally spoke, and there was a trace of disdain in his indifference: "Even if there is a flood, what can I do?"

"That's you're looking for death. ”

A figure flew from the river, also standing in front of the old witch Zhu.

This is a woman with eyebrows like distant mountains and autumn water, and the spirit between the mountains and rivers seems to be gathered in her eyebrows.

"Jiang Lan, is that you?"

The old swordsman recognized Jiang Lan and wondered why she was here.

"Yin Gong, it's been a long time. Jiang Lan arched her hand and said.

"It's good if you call me Jiang Yin, the name of the hidden public, where can I afford it. ”

"Back then, Brother Ling Xiangong once helped me enter the door of the cave, there is a half-teacher, and the hidden prince is the younger brother of the public, how can I not be!"

Jiang Yin sighed: "It's a pity that my brother died early, and I didn't see you at this time." ”

He was born in the Jiang surname Lu, and he was also one of the Jiang Fang countries, so he had known Jiang Lan for a long time. also knows that this daughter surnamed Ying and surnamed Jiang is no longer below him in the cultivation realm at this time. In addition to admiration, I can't help but feel sad when I think of my dead brother.

When Jiang Lan heard this, she also sighed in her heart, although Jiang Yin's brother Jiang Xian also entered the door of qi refining, but after all, he did not become a true cave, and his longevity was limited. In addition, he had fought to the death with the Dongyi totem, and once lost his life, but he died earlier than the average Qi Refiner.

"Hmph, there is no need to lament the past, and there is no need to mourn the dead, you just go and accompany him. ”

An indifferent voice came out, and the old witch came by treading water.

The water level is getting higher and higher, and it seems to be on the verge of eruption.

Jiang Lan turned her head, her eyes were cold, and she looked at the old witch Zhu.

"Say, "Who are you a ghost, and then scatter the flood, and swear not to do it again, and I will spare your life." ”

As soon as Jiang Lan's words fell, the old witch was shocked, where did this junior woman come from, she was so arrogant. It's just that among the Qi Refiners, the so-called Cave Truth Realm, he opened his mouth and said that he would spare his life.

The old witch Zhu laughed: "I want to see how you are going to spare my life." ”

He struck the bone staff, and the flood water, which was two or three feet above the north shore, rushed down and came toward the shore.

"Yin Gong, I'm sorry for you to block it, I'll cast a spell to capture this ghost and god, and then guide the flood. ”

Jiang Yin nodded, drew a circle with his sword, and met the mighty river.

In Jiang Lan's hand, there was suddenly a brown straw rope, and there were many large and small knots on the straw rope.

"No wonder there is such a big breath, it turns out that this baby is on the body. ”

The middle-aged man on the boat shook his head and smiled, then looked at the shore and said, "Ji Xiaoyou, it's inconvenient for me to make a move, and I want to borrow something from you to use it." ”

Ji Kao, who was watching a play on the shore, suddenly heard a strange voice in his ears, and felt strange in his heart.

When I was thinking about where this voice came from, my body changed, and I actually appeared on my own ship.

In front of him, there was a handsome middle-aged man with gray sideburns and deep eyes, nodding and smiling at him.