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And when Chen Deadwood and the Qinglian Terrier under his feet carried them to the middle of the river, from the Qinglian Terrier around, the water surface exploded, and one after another black figures rushed out of the water, these black figures, all holding sharp weapons in their hands, or long swords or long knives, or daggers, full of seven or eight figures, they rushed out of the water, forming a fan and rushing to the Chen Deadwood in the center. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The corners of Chen Kumu's mouth pulled out a hint of sarcasm.

The green lotus under his feet trembled slightly, and the turbulent river surface stopped abruptly like a mirror, all the waves froze in an instant, and time seemed to stop, and several figures that rushed out of the water were nailed to the air in various strange postures.

This section of the Jishui River seems to be broken, upstream, the Jishui River is surging, downstream, rushing like a tiger, rushing to the sea and not returning, only the Jishui River here is solidified.

"Extinguish!"

A tremor sounded from Chen Kumu's mouth, and the sound came out, and from the corner of his mouth, the air radiated outward like ripples, and finally the ripples continued to expand, affecting several black shadows.

'Click-'

The mirror-like surrounding space was shattered in an instant, and after the mirror was shattered, several black shadows that were frozen together were also ground into blood foam, and the river under his feet returned to a long stream, surging endlessly, Jiang Yangsheng, who was standing on the shore, was shocked to see a scene, a few bright red on the wide river surface like a peony in the first bloom, after a while, the smell of blood spread, and then their corpses disappeared.

"How daring!"

Since Jiang Yangsheng was beaten, an angry voice came, the sound was rolling like thunder, covering the whistling sound of the rushing river, the person who made this sound was the old man who was squatting by the river before, the old man was full of anger, standing on the riverside and roaring, only to feel like a spring thunder exploded in his ears, and he saw Chen Kumu piercing his eyes is to kill the 'Xumen' several good hands, most of these spies who were planted on the border of Beilai are very strong, and they belong to' It is not an exaggeration to say that the backbone elite of the Xumen is the mainstay, because most of the strength of these spies is between the five and six grades. The intelligence department of Xumen's has made a very significant contribution, so Beilai is very concerned about these spies hidden in the snow, and the good steel is on the blade, but now these spies who have spent countless real money and silver to cultivate in Beilai have been killed by a white-shirted man floating in the river with one move, this matter is absolutely unbearable.

This old man who is not low in the 'Xumen' is not stupid, but he has been immersed in the 'Xumen' for a long time and is very smart, he knows that this man in a white shirt is not easy to mess with, but today on the Jishui River, he lost a number of good seedlings of the 'Xumen' assassination, he went back and did not explain, this breath could not be bearable, the old man snorted coldly at the moment, his figure rose from the ground, his body was like Peng, he swayed upward, and rushed into the river in the distance.

Jiang Yangsheng stood on the wall from a distance and watched, in fact, he couldn't interfere with this kind of strength fight, he wanted to use a few Chen Deadwood shots to weigh his strength, Jiang Yangsheng wanted to see how terrifying the Deadwood Zen monk who was sealed a hundred years ago was, and what kind of strength could suppress the rivers and lakes for decades and couldn't raise his head.

Of course, the current Chen Deadwood is no longer the Deadwood Zen monk of the year, and his strength is definitely not as good as the Deadwood Zen Monk. But Guan Lixue can also see some clues, after all, the two are one person in a sense.

I saw that the old spy of the 'Xumen' who was about sixty years old rushed to the river like a Kunpeng, and every time he took a step, there would be a violent whirlwind around him, the whirlwind swept by, flying sand and stones, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the Jishui River, and with a light step under his feet, he rushed to the center of the river like a dragonfly stepping on the river, pointing directly to the old dead wood in the center of the river.

The whirlwind around the old man became more and more obvious as his body became faster and faster, and his momentum was full of momentum, like a long rainbow crashing into Jiang Xin.

The old man knew in his heart that if he had reservations, he would definitely lose very badly, and when he made a move, he would use all his strength, he put his hands together, forming a palm knife, and his body was stepping on the river like an arrow from the string and bursting away, the tip of the knife pointed directly at the Chen dead wood in the heart of the river, and wanted to cut him open!

The old man let out a long roar, the sound was like thunder, only to see the two sides of the old man's side, because of the rapid formation of the whirlpool cutting the river, the turbulent river was ploughed in half by the rapid knife wind, the river water automatically divided into two halves, flowed to both sides, like the tide of the wave automatically split on the shore to form a monstrous wave.

On the bank of the Jishui River, the waves did not jump down along the river, but rushed to the embankment like the 'dragon king tide', and the sound was terrifying.

The tide parted automatically with the old man's terrifying voice, and a hole was broken like ploughed land, and the mud at the bottom of the river was clearly visible.

The old man trampled on the water, rushing like an arrow.

Chen Kumu calmly looked at the old man who rushed over, a pair of white shoes lightly clicked on the green lotus stalk under his feet, the lotus stalk trembled slightly, emitting bursts of pale cyan light, cutting the tide around him, the green lotus stalk continued to rise and fall with the surging river, like a leaf of duckweed, but the white shoes did not stain the slightest trace of water.

The old man knew that he was far from being this man's opponent, but that several good seedlings had been lost in the hands of this man, and he could not deal with the 'impermanence' of the 'Xumen', so he could only step forward.

He put his hands together, forming an extremely sharp palm knife, desperately rushing towards Jiang Xin's white-shirted man, wanting to cut him in two.

Chen Kumu stood floating in the heart of the river, and he only made one move, that is, he took root in the heart of the river like an old monk, and did not dodge at all, meeting this sharp palm knife.

He simply handed out a palm as slender as jade, with his fingertips pointing upward, stretched out naturally, and his palm slightly spread, just as he had been chanting a hundred years ago.

It was this palm that met the palm knife formed by the old man's hands, without the slightest fancy, and he didn't even dodge.

The old man definitely stood firm in the strength of the three-rank rank, because he was able to tread water, when he saw that this person was facing his full strength and stretched out a palm to face him, the corners of his mouth full of white stubble couldn't help but pull out a trace of ridicule, today, even a first-grade master would not dare to be so contemptuous of the enemy, not to mention that he is still a master of the third-grade realm, if he desperately shoots, in addition to the defense of the first-grade Donkey Kong, he can break through.

In an instant, the two collided together.

Two palms against each other, slamming into each other.

One side is like a sharp sword and spear carrying thousands of acres, and the other side is that I am immovable.

Time seemed to stand still, and at the moment when the two collided, everything fell silent.

The turbulent surface of the Jishui River was cut off in an instant, and the river surface seemed to be cut off from the center, forming a deep pit like a giant bowl.

The surrounding river exploded, forming a huge curtain of rain that fell elsewhere.

The old man, who was still sneering at the corner of his mouth, suddenly solidified his smile at this time, even in the face of a first-class master, his eyes were surprisingly flashing a touch of panic at this moment, and his heart was shocked by the Jishui River at this moment.

The next moment, the old man's figure was like being struck by lightning, his eyes were firmly fixed on his palms that collided with the man in white shirts, only to see waves that were almost substantial along his cuffs like a snake and a dragon climbing to the entire arm, the clothes on the arm turned into powder, this ripple extended until most of his body was slightly stagnant, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, flew upside down, and smashed into the river water in the distance, like a stone smashed into the Jishui River, splashing the stars and then disappearing in an instant.

The white clothes were still dressed in white, not stained with dust, and even the water droplets that flew up hovered an inch above his head, never falling or rising, and the drops of round and jade water hovered above his head.

Serene.

The little girl sitting on the shoulder of the man in the white shirt stretched out her pink hand curiously and grabbed the water droplets hanging above her head, giggled.

On the edge of the river in the distance, a red fur with a plum umbrella stood in the rain curtain on a sunny day.

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A lotus stem, carrying a large and a small two people across the river.

The lotus flower seems to take root when it encounters water, and when it is swaying in the river, the rhizome grows a fine white root, and the front end is to give birth to a piece of green and blue leaves, and a dazzling lotus flower.

Of course, these are all illusory, as the elegant green shirt stepped on the shore, the little girl sitting on his shoulder reached out with a hand, and the green lotus terrier pulled out of the water and flew into the little girl's hand. This Qinglian Terrier seemed to have a natural sense of closeness to the little girl, and it emitted a soft light in front of her.

After crossing the river, Chen Kumu did not travel far, but sat in a pavilion on the other side of the river.

On the opposite side in the distance, a red fur supported a rickety flat boat across the river.

With a sword at his waist, he stood at the head of the boat, and there was a bamboo pole in his hand inexplicably, and the bamboo pole reached the bottom of the river, and every twitch made the boat shoot far away like an arrow off the string.

Soon, the red-furred man went ashore, and the boat behind him went down the mighty river and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The white-shirted man Chen Kumu seemed to have finished resting, turned around and picked up the little girl and put it on his shoulder, turned around and walked away, never paying attention to Jiang Yangsheng who was like a tail behind him.

His figure was very fast, and Jiang Yangsheng, who was far behind him, smiled bitterly, and could only take steps to catch up.

All the way south, although the route taken by Chen Kumu was contrary to his own north, but in order to get the strange pace of Taoism's 'shrinking the land into inches', Jiang Yangsheng gritted his teeth and followed the man in white shirt south.

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