Tsing Yi Xiangshi and Jing 13 joined forces and took the lead in fighting a bloody road, and everyone was behind them.

The little monk saw the crowd rushing to the city, as soon as he leaned over and picked up the iron rope on the boat, he bowed down and stepped on the horse, and a burst of golden light suddenly burst out on his body, and the little monk chanted "Amitabha", his hands trembled, and the iron chain went across the river, and it was firmly rooted on the pier!

The one hundred and ten people hurriedly boarded the boat, and after the Tsing Yi Xiangshi and Jing Thirteen were broken, Bai Zhantang got on the dragon boat, raised his eyes and looked around, and saw that the shirtless old man on the riverside was covered in blood, with scars on his body, and his body was almost incomplete, but he still resisted stubbornly and rushed towards the sergeant killers on all sides!

Bai Zhantang exclaimed: "Old general, it's still on the shore!"

Tsing Yi Xiangshi and Jing Shisan looked at the shore together, and their chests suddenly throbbed, and Tsing Yixiangshi's heart suddenly sank, and his heart ached, how familiar the shirtless old man was.

Back then, the white-robed veteran who often walked around in Tongchuan Lane would bring him a box of candied fruit whenever he came, and the old man chatted about the world, and often put Xiao Ye'er around his neck!

It was also his day, he rode his horse and raised his sword and his father to defend Jingdu until he fell at the last moment!

That kind eyebrows, kind eyes, gentle and kind look, how can this Tsing Yi scholar still forget?!

"You go first, I'll save him!"

Tsing Yi Xiangshi said, without waiting for Jing 13 and everyone to react, Tsing Yi Xiangshi's blood-red sword was blazing, he flew from the ground, the sword was like a long rainbow, and the speed couldn't be faster!

Seeing everyone on the boat, the surrounding corpses and bones flowed like a mountain of blood, but the existence of the Tsing Yi Xiangshi and the thrush boy made them helpless at all, but there was still one person on the shore who was still fighting!

"Kill that old horseman!"

Some people shouted, the crowd was disturbed, and they all killed the veteran Zhang Jianzhong who was holding a long knife, the old man was covered in blood, there were his own, and there were also killer sergeants, and at this time, he was exhausted, and only an unyielding momentum was left to support him!

Just like the battle of defending the city in Jingzhou back then, every inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood, if he does not fall, he will protect the city gate, he still remembers that day he got up from the corpse, facing the tragic scene of the country's ruin, crying like a baby!

Died in battle today to the heroes of Jing State!

The shirtless old man, spitting blood, raised the knife again, killing one is enough, killing a pair is considered to be earned, then he has made a lot of money today!

"Kill!"

The old general tried his best to let out a roar, like a clear roar of a tiger falling in Pingyang, and there were mixed flavors, sadness, and hatred in this roar...... But it's more of a relief!

After this knife, his old bones can finally be explained as a matter of course!

It is a sorrow that a damned person is not dead, and a person who begs for death wants to die, which is a relief!

The shirtless old man swung his long knife with a round momentum, and he even closed his eyes and waited for the sword around him to fall.

However, the old general's body suddenly stagnated, and there was no sword into the flesh that he expected, the blood flowed violently, and the pain spread, and he seemed to be picked up by the waist for a moment!

Zhang Jianzhong hurriedly opened his eyes, his eyes were printed with a bad old man with easy hair, his first thought was that this bad old man saved him, but he was a little puzzled that the old man in Tsing Yi held him in his arms, and there were still a pair of turbid tears in the corners of his eyes!

"Grandpa Zhang, Jing Ye is here to save you!"

The Tsing Yi Xiangshi said, carrying the old man on his back, he held the sword in his right hand, held the long knife in his left hand, and walked forward, the blade rubbed a string of sparks on the ground, but no one dared to stop him!

A group of killers indifferently retreated to the side, and some brave men suddenly rushed out and wanted to give this pair of old men a head drink, but they were stabbed by the Tsing Yi Xiangshi with a random sword, and the flesh and blood were blurred across the long street.

The Tsing Yi Xiangshi carried the old man on his back and got on the Jiaolong Yanling boat, everyone on the dragon head and long boat was solemn, Jing Thirteen hugged his fists and saluted and shouted: "Old general, you are worthy of Jing Guo."

Zhang Jianzhong, who was lying on Jing Ye's back, echoed the sentence, "Grandpa Zhang, Jing Ye has come to save you", he was so excited that he couldn't say a word!

He waved his hand, but he didn't rush back to His Royal Highness the Prince's words, but leaned down in the ear of the Tsing Yi Xiangshi, and said in a desolate voice: "Xiao Ye'er, is it really you?

Standing on the boat, the Tsing Yi Xiangshi suddenly pinched out a pill and swallowed it, and then withdrew the beard and long hair on his face, gradually his eyebrows and eyes stretched, and the wrinkles disappeared, revealing an unusually handsome young man's appearance, he looked at Zhang Jianzhong, and said excitedly: "Grandpa Zhang is me, Jing Ye!"

The Tsing Yi Xiangshi revealed his true appearance, and the boat was shocked, and the people around him were even more stunned, the old man in Tsing Yi who had killed all directions before turned out to be a young man with a beautiful face like jade!

"Your Royal Highness, you are really alive!" Zhuang Huandie exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Is it His Royal Highness?"

When the crowd was neutral, the pot exploded, wasn't he the legend of the demon who had half a mouth of Su before?

His Royal Highness the Prince of the World actually survived from the strong men of the Six Realms, and now he actually went to Yunzhou, and together with the prince, the two brothers fought side by side to fight a bloody road!

It turns out that this Tsing Yi Xiangshi is my Royal Highness the Prince of Jing Kingdom, Jing Lie, the son of Jing Ying, the Flying Rain Sword!

Everyone is excited and can't help themselves, it's really immortal!

"Zhuang Huanyu, the descendant of the Zhuang family of Jingguo, has seen His Royal Highness the Prince!"

"Bai Zhantang, a descendant of the Bai family, has seen His Royal Highness the Prince!"

"Han family, Han Liu'er, thank His Royal Highness!"

......

The crowd competed to salute for a while, and Han Liu'er even knelt on the ground with a puff and kowtowed repeatedly, and at this time, a person on the south bank rushed down from the tide court, and he didn't see anyone, so he heard the raging laughter first.

"Okay, good, good! I can see this day with a thousand water sleeves!"

When I looked at him again, the man crossed the river, and jumped into the boat in the blink of an eye, this man was wearing a white robe and a long hair tied with a straw rope, but at this time the white robe was soaked with blood, and the hair was a little messy, and at first glance, he looked like a rough-looking farmer.

"Wangchao Ting's three hundred and forty-two people have been killed by me, but let the mysterious person Yanzilou Privy Council Envoy escape, Qianshuixiu has seen His Royal Highness the Prince, and Qianshuishui, the descendant of the Qianshui Family of Jingguo, has seen His Royal Highness the Prince, and has seen His Royal Highness the Prince!"

Qianshui sleeves clasped his fists and saluted, and everyone's ears roared, what strength did Qianshui have, he actually killed Wangchao Court cleanly!

"Thousand adults don't need to be polite," Jing 13 said with his fists clenched.

Qianshui's eyes fell on Jing Ye, patted Jing Ye's shoulder, and said with a bold smile: "For the loss of His Royal Highness, as soon as you won the first place in Shushan, you will earn a gold mountain by calling the surname Qian, of course, the Phantom Butterfly Little Beauty is also a hard worker!"

When Zhuang Huandie heard this, her cheeks couldn't help but turn red, and she hurriedly said, "It's all the credit of His Royal Highness the Prince!"

She said that she was also puzzled in her heart, in the battle that day, her heart was like a knife to see clearly, and finally the three talented Taoists broke through the heavenly and human swordsmanship of His Royal Highness the Prince of the World with a big killing technique, and killed His Royal Highness the Prince, but now His Royal Highness the Prince of the World has appeared in a good manner, which is really incredible!

Everyone sighed and sighed, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World continued to cultivate, it was really like a storytelling, and what was even more incredible was that His Royal Highness the Prince did not die in the hands of the Sancai Daoists, and came to Yunzhou to rescue them from the killer army!

"Why, seeing that others are kowtowing to you, you don't mean my brother", Jing Shisan smiled leisurely on the side, and suddenly said: "Don't say it, your kid is really not bad, no wonder Zhao Yanran's daughter Ouyang Hua is also fascinated to protect you!"

"Jing Ye has seen my brother", Jing Ye hugged his fist at Jing Thirteen and saluted.

Jing 13 took him into his arms, the two hugged each other heavily, Jing 13 hugged Jing Ye, and said in his ear: "You kid have to live well, you are gone, who will drink with me."

When he said this, the prince of Jing State, who had experienced the death of the country, couldn't help moistening his eyes.

The two brothers each died in the world, and their fate was unfortunate, and now they are reunited again, and they can't help but cry with joy.

"Xiao Ye'er, if you are really alive, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is also here, the sky will not die, wait for the beginning, face the sky, clean up the old mountains and rivers", Zhang Jianzhong witnessed the surging river with infinite emotion!

Hearing the old general's emotion, the morale on the boat was like a rainbow in an instant, and the voice was like thunder, shouting: "Wait for the beginning, face the sky, and clean up the old mountains and rivers!"

The strong shouts resounded on both sides of the river, but the little monk jingle saw that the master was fighting with the old man in the distance!

The fat monk in white stretched out his hand into the river, grabbed a water pillar and smashed it towards the cold old man!

The cold old man's sheep's head crutches whined in the wind, and the light covered the heaven and the earth, blocking the momentum of the water dragon rushing to the sky!

"Shout, isn't this the famous old man of the Guards Battalion Commander Hanshi? The one surnamed Qian will play with him!" Qianshui Sleeve laughed, strode to the river, and killed the old man of Hanshi who was holding a sheep's head cane.

Everyone was amazed, and now this group of people is the closest to the realm of saints among the thousands of adults!

Seeing that the general trend had gone, the guard battalions on both sides of the river had suffered heavy casualties, and Qianshui sleeves rushed towards him again, the old man frowned, and suddenly the sheep's head crutch slammed into the river!

In an instant, a wave of water rose to the sky and rushed towards the colorless monk, and then looked at the old man who had already flown towards the riverside, leaving only a shout: "The coming day is long, the colorless monk, he is teaching you a thousand hands!"

"That's it, I really don't want to give me face, the colorless monk or we will be the two of us!" Qian Shuisleeve quipped as he looked at the colorless white fat monk who was panting in the river.

"Amitabha, Lord Qian laughed, you have to lend me your dice, I dare to give it a try!"

The two returned to the dragon boat as they spoke, and everyone saluted the uncolored monk.

The big monk looked a little embarrassed to see a group of strangers, and hurriedly walked up to the little monk Dingdong, and the two whispered in a low voice.

At this time, Jing Ye stepped forward and saluted the colorless monk and the little monk with fists: "Thank you two for the grace of water and wine that day."

Only then did the great monk raise his eyes and see an acquaintance, but he couldn't name him, he just said casually: "The monks are merciful!"

As he spoke, he didn't know what to say in the next sentence, he was a monk who was not good at talking, so he looked at Ding Dong, but he didn't know that his apprentice was not seen at all, but he was very familiar with the people around him, and he also talked and laughed with the Korean wave, as if he was very familiar.

The great monk smiled, walked over, pulled the jingle bell, and asked in a low voice, "How do you recognize so many people!"

Ding Dong said with a smile: "Master, I was wrong, when I came the day before yesterday, I went to listen to Xuelou's almsgiving, and the proprietress cooked boiled fish for me to eat, and we all met."

"What? Monks can't eat meat, that's a precept! Also, monks don't speak, that's a precept! You've broken two major precepts, clank, you're really hopeless!"

The big fat monk looked displeased, and Ding Dong tugged at the placket of his clothes and twisted: "Master, I was wrong, Amitabha, I'm sorry for your old man!"

"What did you say was wrong, and the boiled fish was delicious?"

"It's so delicious, soft and smooth, master, next time I go, I will definitely call you."

"That's pretty much it!"

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The master and apprentice replied, and suddenly called a boatload of people stunned, where is there a little bit of a monk, but the little monk Dingdong is cute.

At that moment, the dragon boat stopped abruptly, and in the distance in front of him, it was the earth-shattering battle of the saints, of course, people were stunned not only by this shocking battle.

What's more important is the dragon-headed monster under Su Buqing's seat that is more than three feet long, with golden scales and four claws, and this monster is holding a bronze tripod furnace between its front paws at this time, and the bronze tripod furnace port, the maple leaves are flying like knives and swords, and there are countless splashes on the river!

Xuanlong Ao Hai is majestic, killing all directions, people are dumbfounded, and they can't help but wonder with their faces, where did this monster come from?!

The little monk looked at the earth-shattering battle, and suddenly exclaimed, "Master, look! Your incense burner!"