Exiting the wonderful feeling of blending with the sword, Ji Boyi turned his attention to an old man wearing a raincoat on the river bank. No one would notice him. His old face was filled with wrinkles, and his hands were as skinny as dry branches.

. Holding two oars with difficulty in his hands, he rowed slowly along the river, drifting with the fishing boat.

"Today, I will kill you!"

Never before had Ji Boyi been so confident. He silently jumped from the top of the Yellow Crane Tower surrounded by clouds and mist, and landed on the clipper that had been prepared long ago. The sails were spread out like an arrow leaving the string.

Chase after Cheng Yuanjun.

In just a moment, Ji Boyi caught up with the camouflaged fishing boat. His slender body stood on the bow of the boat, looking extraordinary under the breeze blowing on the river.

"Old man, it's going to rain soon. It's best not to go out of the port and go home and stay well."

Seeing Ji Boyi's figure, Cheng Yuanjun was startled. He tightened his raincoat and covered his face. After hearing his words, he was lucky and pretended to answer: "I'm sorry, Taoist priest, I'm worried. I'll do it immediately."

Return."

Although he said this, Cheng Yuanjun's skinny hands firmly grasped the two wooden oars, and the energy in his body was raised, ready to take action at any time.

Ji Boyi smiled slightly and signaled him to return to the shore quickly, while he left far away. As if he was looking for something, this scene made Cheng Yuanjun breathe a sigh of relief.

Just when he was about to return to the port with his fishing boat, he noticed something bad. The dock that was originally bustling with people was silent at this time. Under the dim sunset, a dangerous atmosphere was accumulating on the shore, and it was about to explode.

Feeling something was wrong, Cheng Yuanjun stopped the boat, but heard the sound of water rushing behind him. He turned around and saw Ji Boyi's handsome face looked like an immortal under the sunlight. He was suddenly startled, knowing that he was surrounded.

among.

"What do you mean, Master Taoist? Why are you following this little old man all the time?"

Just when Cheng Yuanjun was pretending to be pitiful and asking questions, Ji Boyi just unsheathed his sword and struck at the old man in front of him.

The sword immediately shattered the tranquility of the Yangtze River. Thunder suddenly appeared in the dark clouds, and the majestic heavy rain that had been accumulated for a long time fell on the entire lake. The river surface was instantly pierced, and Zixia's true energy surged out and rolled up.

It absorbed the boundless water waves, absorbed endless wind and rain, and formed a huge tornado. Like a sword light that destroyed the world, it brought the surrounding air, cold wind, and rain towards the old man wearing a raincoat.

There was a loud bang, and the sword energy in the eyes of the old man who seemed to be about to fall into the river in the next moment surged. He exerted force with his dry hands, and the wooden oars split open, and two simple long swords were pulled out from them. A huge tornado was like a tornado.

As if it had been split open by someone's sword, a gap suddenly opened, and a ray of silver light shot out, flowing out from the river like an indescribable object.

The silver-white waves were like shattered ceramics, flying and splashing. The decks of the two ships collapsed and rolled and exploded. The wind and rain scattered all over the sky, like smoke and fog. The hundreds of archers ambushed at the port could no longer clearly see the situation on the river.

"Cheng Yuanjun, with the Xiaoxiao Yangtze River as your burial place, you deserve to die."

In the midst of the heavy rain, a clear voice rang out, followed by the purple mist that filled the entire river. In the haze, the crisp sword chant was particularly sweet. But only Cheng Yuanjun knew the murderous intention contained in it.

He didn't expect that after only seven days of seeing each other, this boy had grown so much in strength and could actually put him at a disadvantage.

"Boy, Master Dao's retreat has made you so arrogant. Don't you want to know why Master Dao came here? Don't you want to dig a hole for you to jump into?"

This is a sword with evil intentions, or there may be an ambush, but Ji Boyi's face is expressionless. Today is the last chance. If he can't kill this demon again, I'm afraid he won't be seen in the future. I will devote myself to it.

In the long sword in his hand, the hazy purple energy gathered around him, gathering into the shape of a giant sword. Thunder roared in the sky, and wisps of lightning surrounded him. The sword had not yet been issued, but it was already blessed by the power of heaven.

For the first time, Cheng Yuanjun felt fear for this junior.

"The sky is above, and the earth is below. Disciple Cheng Yuanzi sincerely asks the Patriarch's Dharma to come to you!"

Faced with such power from heaven, Cheng Yuanjun used all his skills to keep himself under control. There are two ways to invite gods. One is to invite the real gods from the sky down, and the other is to hypnotize yourself and make yourself burst out with countless energy.

twice the combat power.

After the Jedi Heavenly Power, the first type was no longer visible. Cheng Yuanjun used the second type. This is the authentic Dafa inheritance of Longhu Mountain. After speaking, the only remaining two swords of heaven and earth burst out with blazing light, setting the sun behind the mountain.

The coming night was all driven away. The blazing sword light, which was like a substance, surrounded him. Thousands of sword lights were like a big golden ball, protecting Lord Chengyuan tightly.

At the same time, Ji Boyi struck down with a sword that he had prepared for a long time. This purple sword pillar was like the lightning that split the heaven and earth in the vast sky. Even the dark night with wind and rain could not cover up its peerless edge.

With brilliance.

Amidst the loud noise, the Yangtze River, which had been flowing endlessly for hundreds of millions of years, came to a standstill for the first time. It was stopped by this overwhelming human force. With the two people as the center, a sphere sunk in from the river surface, and the surrounding

The river surged and then fell again, mixed with rain, and the cold wind surged up to the shore, sweeping everything.

The crisp sound of "click" can be clearly heard even in the howling cold wind and loud roar. Just like the sound of the most perfect porcelain shattering, this is the sound of the entire stainless steel sword being broken. This sound is instantaneous.

Covered up by the harsher sound of sword clashing, in the wind, rain and waves, two figures appeared at different times, looming and looming. The shining swords in their hands swung and collided, like the most exquisite silver lines carving on the river surface, splitting one after another.

of ravines.

Suddenly, it became quiet, the sound of the clash of sword blades was no longer heard, and the two figures separated at some point. For a moment, even the heaven and earth were captured by them, and the wind and rain gradually became lighter.

Debris from the wooden boards floating on the river surface became a place for the two to stand. The evening breeze drifted on the lake surface, blowing the broken leaves from the shore. Ji Bo Yi stood tall, his sleeves flying in the wind, and the long sword in his hand naturally

Hanging down, it landed on the lake. The cum on the head was cut off in the previous fight. The long, black hair floated on the shoulders, pouring down like a Milky Way. The clothes were flying gently, showing the extraordinary.

A sharp edge that has never been seen before.

Looking at the other side, Cheng Yuanjun's left hand was dripping with blood, and only one intact sword was left in his hand. Beads of sweat were dripping from his old face, and there was a faint green-white aura on his face, like a dead corpse. No one dared

I believe that this old man, who is dying of age, is Cheng Yuanjun, who is known as the Living God in Puppet Qi.

"Where's King Salon, why haven't you come yet? Half an hour has passed since the appointed time. Do you want to watch me die?"

Suddenly, Cheng Yuanjun roared, shouting like crazy towards the vast river surface. At this time, Ji Boyi also understood that it turned out that the Dragon King of the Seven Seas was his back-up man. Even Ji Boyi understood the "Fengtian artistic conception"

"It was just that he could barely suppress the exhausted Lord Cheng Yuan. If another Seven Seas Dragon King of the same level came, he would definitely have to flee. But for some unknown reason, the promised King of Sharon did not appear.

At this moment, a small boat came from a distance, with a dim oil lamp hanging on the bow. Under the light, you could vaguely see a figure sitting on it. And at the end of the hull, there was a sturdy man.

The big man rowed a wooden oar to control the direction to prevent the boat from rolling in the wind and rain.

After passing through the hazy fog on the river, Ji Boyi's interior view was able to clearly see the figures on the boat. What he saw made him take a breath of air. The heavy rain falling from the sky was within three feet of the boat.

Suddenly, they all disappeared, as if there was an invisible air cover surrounding the boat.

Sitting on the bow of the boat is a Taoist man with white hair and a childlike face, and misty eyes. The most terrifying thing is that in front of him, there is a ferocious human head. The purple gold crown on the head is dazzling under the light, but it makes people see

In this scene, Cheng Yuanjun's face turned ashen.

"Shitai, it turns out that you are here. I should have thought of who else could get rid of King Salon silently except you."

After hearing Cheng Yuanjun's muttering, Ji Boyi was shocked. It's better to be famous than to meet him. The world-famous Daozu of Nanzong didn't look amazing, he was just a well-maintained old man, but the human head in front of him

But it showed his status. The Dragon King of the Seven Seas, who dominated the two rivers, had his head taken off before he even appeared, showing the mysterious and unpredictable martial arts cultivation of Nanzong.

You must know that Cheng Yuanjun, who is as famous as the Dragon King of the Seven Seas, almost killed Ji Boyi and Huang Yaoshi. In the end, he couldn't win at this juncture. But the energetic King of Sharon, who was waiting for work, escaped in front of Shi Tai.

Neither can, the decades of wealth and majesty are nothing but nothing.

"I have met the real Cuixuan!"

In terms of seniority, Shi Tai is the fourth generation disciple of Huashan Taoism, twice as tall as Liu Haichan. But he doesn’t know whether he accepts this status as the Taoist ancestor of the Southern Sect, so Ji Game can only follow the popular etiquette.

Say hello, who knows, but you will get an unexpected title.

"Why is it necessary for my junior uncle to be like this? Senior Haichan once taught my master the Zhixuan Pian. He can be said to be the ancestor of our Southern Sect. In terms of seniority, my junior uncle is equal to my master."

After listening to Shi Tai's words, Ji Boyi's lips twitched a little, which Liu Haichan had never told him. No wonder he knew so much about the origin of Nanzong's orthodoxy and knew that Zhenren Ziyang was the "Wuzhen Chapter" of the ancestor of the Tafa.

In fact, this is no wonder Liu Haichan. At that time, he also accidentally learned about the origin of Zhang Boduan's Taoism. However, with his character, it was impossible for him to shamelessly call Zhang Ziyang Patriarch, although this was indeed the case in terms of seniority. In the end, it was considered a fellow disciple.

For the sake of Liu Haichan, he handed down "Zhixuan Pian" and left in a hurry. Who knew that Zhang Ziyang was a man who respected his teacher and Taoism? After learning Liu Haichan's identity, he kept calling himself a disciple of Liu Haichan in his mouth and handwriting.
Chapter completed!