The broken wooden planks of the lonely boat jumped downstream of the river, and slowly surfaced due to the decreasing speed of the resistance of the flowing water.

The old man Huangmei was on his toes like a dragonfly, and after borrowing his strength, he jumped high again.

He flicked his fingers, and a drop of water that happened to fall on his fingertips shot out, passing through the rain lines one after another. Water droplets popped up dozens of meters in mid-air, leaving a straight trail along the way.

The old man Huangmei stretched out his hand to hold it, and suddenly pulled out a thin water sword tens of meters long and crystal clear from that trace, and without saying a word, slashed towards the Song Divine Sect.

Song Shenzong, an outcast disciple of the Guanzhu Heaven Sect, was forced back dozens of meters by dozens of substantial sword qi, and formed a golden rune in front of him with both hands.

The surging golden light rune was like a shield, and it forcibly resisted dozens of sword qi.

He was worthy of being the seventh great master master of the Hundred Soldiers, and the moment he suddenly raised his head, he was already holding a peachwood sword with runes inscribed on his hand to block it head-on.

Facing the old man of Sword Immortal Huangmei who had seen the scenery of the Mortal Realm in the past, although Song Shenzong had spoken wildly, he did not dare to be careless from beginning to end. However, after this sword blocked head-on, he still found that he underestimated the old guy who was not obsessed with chess.

The thin water sword tens of meters long slashed down on the rune peach wood sword, and there was no imaginary drawing knife to cut off the water, at that moment, Song Shenzong seemed to be under the pressure of Mount Tai, and his body suddenly fell from a height in mid-air.

He landed on a piece of driftwood on the surface of the river, and there was a bang all around, bursting out of columns of water. The water column shot straight into a dozen meters high, and finally fell on the surface of the river with the slender thin sword that turned into rain drops again.

Song Shenzong's robe, which was embarrassed for the first time, was wet, and the real air in his body swirled, and a faint mist and smoke rose from the surface of his body, steaming the robe dry.

He caressed the body of the peachwood sword with his left hand and fingers, and he didn't know what spell he was silently chanting, and the first Daomen rune on the sword suddenly flashed with cash, and when his fingers crossed, the rune outlined by the complex combination of dots, lines, and characters was instantly erased.

Song Shenzong's eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Summon." ”

The erased runes were interpreted as golden lines that wandered through the rain curtain in mid-air, and then converged and reassembled. The lines are intertwined like gold thread puppets, heads, necks, hands, feet, and torso...... Each line gradually thickened, turning into a talisman with golden armor and a golden sword in his hand.

On the river, Song Shenzong, who was stepping on driftwood, looked at the golden armor talisman and smiled darkly, and then took half a step diagonally, and the peach wood sword slashed out. At the same moment, the golden armor rune that changed in mid-air slashed towards the old man Huangmei with a sword, and the action followed like a shadow.

Jiazi wandered the rivers and lakes a year ago, and it was not that the old man Huangmei, who had not learned the strange methods of the Sutang Daomen, naturally knew the Daomen summoning talisman.

This will be pedaling talisman Dougang step, formed by the spell, and controlled by the awakening talisman like a puppet, invulnerable to the enemy's sword, labor-saving and injury-resistant, is the Archbishop of the Seven Star Courtyard of Sutang Daomen must be inscribed.

But it's a pity that the opponent Song Shenzong faced was the old man Huangmei.

This kendo veteran from the Grass Pond firmly believes that there is no such thing as an absolutely invulnerable defense, and that there are just swords that are not sharp enough.

The old man of Huangmei, who had already stepped on the rivers and lakes many years ago, opened his mouth with an extremely strong posture and engulfed the oncoming sword qi, and his figure flashed in front of the golden armor general, poked out his withered palm, and hit the forehead of the general, and the latter instantly exploded.

He condescendingly glanced at Song Shenzong, whose body was shaking, and then opened his mouth again, and the talisman swallowed out the sword qi and slashed down towards the river.

After nearly 100 years of sword cultivation, the old man Huangmei not only cast a sword heart, but also sword gall, sword house, sword mouth, and sword eye...... He can be a sword all over his body. After the battle with the Sword Emperor of Western Chu, there was no sword in the rivers and lakes that could hurt him, let alone the sword qi?

Song Shenzong, whose divine consciousness was shocked, stared, and pointed to erase the second rune on the peachwood sword, and called: "Prison." ”

The erased prison talisman turned into dozens of golden threads and swam around.

There are three thousand avenues and three thousand runes, and the old man Huangmei is not a member of the Sutang Daomen, even if he is well-informed, it is impossible to recognize all the Daomen runes.

However, when encountering interesting runes, it is inevitable to be a little curious, such as this fresh prison talisman. The old man of Huangmei watched the rune golden threads on his body to see what kind of ugliness it could conjure.

The next moment, however, he was stunned. Dozens of golden threads did not have the expected combination, and they actually arranged a golden pillar to form a golden prison, trapping the old man Huangmei in it.

The unexpected Song Shenzong saw that the opportunity had come, and then erased the third rune: "Five thunders." ”

The five thunder charms woke up, the hazy sky suddenly thundered, and with a thunderclap, five five-colored thunderbolts descended on the world.

The old man Huangmei raised his eyes to the sky.

Seeing the four snake-like thunderbolts descending and swimming above the golden prison, wisps of white eyes emerged from the golden prison wet by the rain, and the last purple thunder directly fell head-on.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, the old man Huangmei, who was even more reluctant to be struck by lightning in front of Su Hanshan and other juniors, opened his arms widely, and his posture was as heroic as embracing heaven and earth.

On the boat, Li Tianxia, who did not hesitate to brave the rain to see every move of the old man Huangmei and remembered it in his heart, was very anxious. It's not that I'm worried that the old-timers who have fought with the Sword Emperor of Western Chu will not be defeated by the outcasts of that sect, but the hope for the ten-mile sword intent.

He couldn't wait to see the sword stunt that had shocked the rivers and lakes a few years ago. Until the old man Huangmei, who was trapped in the golden prison, opened his arms and embraced nature, Li Tianxia was shocked: "It's here!"

Countless raindrops between heaven and earth suddenly froze.

To be precise, with the old man Huangmei as the center, all the raindrops within a radius of 100 meters instantly stood still and hung in the air. Then his mind moved slightly, and all the still raindrops turned into countless crystal sword lights and flew towards the golden prison.

Hundreds of horizontal and vertical thousands, chaotic swords shuttle.

The old man Huangmei was like being in an ice field at this moment, and the cold wind was like a knife raging in front of him.

The difference was that none of the wind marks set off by the countless mighty sword lights dared to deceive them, and all of them were frantically cut around the golden prison.

In an instant, a large golden prison was cut into powder by countless sword lights and hung in the air.

The old man Huangmei's eyes locked on Song Shenzong, an outcast disciple of the Dao Sect, and he casually took out a sword from the countless sweeping sword lights around him, and his body was like an eagle pounced on the rabbit, leaving the remnants of the Dao Dao to fall to the surface of the river suddenly, and then tread the waves.

The 100-meter sword intent is followed by a 100-step flying sword.

Song Shenzong, who had not even been able to erase the three runes, had no advantage, and saw the strong murderous intent in the eyes of the old man Huangmei, which was a murderous intent piled up by the fierce sword intent, and he was terrified. Immediately, he sacrificed the peachwood sword with three runes left, and stabbed head-on.

But when the peachwood flying sword was one meter away from the old man Huang Mei's body, it was split in half by the invisible sword light that stabbed straight out of his hand.

The sword light in his pupils was approaching, and Song Shenzong hurriedly retreated on the river.

10 meters, 100 meters, 200 meters...... When the old man Huangmei stabbed Song Shenzong in the chest with a sword, the latter's figure disappeared in an instant. The face with a grim smile gradually merged with the vast river, and it was nowhere to be found.

"Huh?"

The old man Huangmei put away his sword and stood with his hands in his hands.

Looking around and the world, I found that above my head and under my feet, there was a scroll of Haoran that spread out at some point. There is a stone forest on each of the two scrolls, and in the stone forest there are stone statues of black and white in some unknown rule, hanging upside down on the top and standing upright on the bottom.

The old man Huangmei is in the center of the two scrolls.

"This is the so-called Hetuluo Book?"