The Lord who use immortals as food

Chen Renzhong's sword did not weaken at all, breaking through the water. After losing resistance, the speed was even higher. Ba Sheng's momentum lost the buffer of water and burst out without cover.

However, Pei Ye was no longer in the water.

As soon as the sword and the knife intersected, the boy was like a phantom behind Chen Renzhong, and the long sword was close to the heavy sword, like a erhu, playing a long sound on the blade, from clear to astringent. Every drop of water on the two weapons flowed with the sword, and the momentum of the heavy sword had been muted and disappeared.

The long sword finally waited for its owner to return. [Xiao Leng] fully displayed its mystery for the first time in this battle.

Chen Renzhong immediately released the force and dropped the sword, no longer exerting the energy that would inevitably be wasted, trying to get away from the sword. But his action seemed to have been seen by the boy. As he was retracting his strength, he ushered in the boy's most determined attack.

The sound of the flute penetrated the coldness, and the sword body emitted a strong sound. The water droplets attached to the blade flew off and shattered instantly, and Chen Renzhong's sword force was unstoppable.

The second of the three sentences of "First Moon North Rain", the flute cold music is clearer.

Unlike [Hao Bailu], this sword has more room for change.

The first time the sword force was broken, the first thing that surged was the man's strong true qi. In any battle between the lower and the upper, there is always such a barrier. The gap between the true qi that cannot be offset must be made up by other means.

Pei Ye is now the least lacking of such means.

The sword blade suddenly smeared a vermilion, cutting straight into Chen Renzhong's neck, and the true qi was cut in with a sound.

Chen Renzhong struggled to turn around, and in front of this sword, he gritted his teeth and tilted his head, and actually gave up the resistance of the true qi, and all 256 true qi were injected into the long sword in his hand.

Just like Pei Ye just now underwater, the absolute burst was enough to make him escape from the already disadvantageous battle situation. The scattered sword momentum was recast, Chen Renzhong roared, and the heavy sword brought up wind and thunder. Among all the upper second realms that Pei Ye had seen, the power of this sword could almost be ranked in the top three.

However, Pei Ye was waiting for such a sword.

[Floating Back to the Wind]

The sword that shook off its feathers returned to this place with indescribable gracefulness and lightness. Chen Renzhong slashed it with a sword, hitting only the wind.

The two fell on the water at the same time. Pei Ye staggered a few steps on the water, dragging the sword behind him, cutting a flying water splash. And when it broke through the waves, a sword blooming in the dead silence suddenly became bright.

The sword wings cried golden, and the attack was extremely strong.

[Hao Bailu]

Chen Renzhong stepped on the water, twisted his body to cross the heavy sword, and placed it in front of the sword.

This time there was no shaking secret cabin, but this sword still stably and once again penetrated Chen Renzhong's defense.

The first-rate sword attack that had forced Yang Zhenbing to retreat several feet and draw his second sword at the time of the Sixth Life was not modified in any way. It stood firmly on the defense of the Eighth Life cultivator with all his strength.

Chen Renzhong's sword force broke through, and Pei Ye, who had used all his strength, also weakly stopped the sword at this moment, stood quietly with the sword, and took a deep breath.

Chen Renzhong did recover his posture faster, but the clear water splash raised by the sword had already jumped out many crystal water droplets.

Clear, cold, cold, and sharp.

The sword was awe-inspiring.

They arrived at the man's side at the same time as [Hao Bailu], and the explosion followed after the sword light disappeared.

Chen Renzhong immediately tried to block with his sword, just like he did in the secret cabin not long ago. His sword was wide enough and thick enough, and the last [Sword Washing Water] only left a few white spots on it.

However, at this time, Pei Ye also exhaled this breath gently, closed his eyes, leaned gracefully, and the sword in his hand was so light that it seemed to be blown by the wind.

So did those true qi beads.

The water drops that were originally cold and sharp seemed to be suddenly endowed with another amazing quality. It was just that the wind brought by Chen Renzhong's own sword made them frightened and agitated, jumping over the heavy sword's block from all directions.

Blood marks split from Chen Renzhong's body in an instant, cutting off those joints with incredible precision. He did not abandon the sword, but the tendons of his hand had been cut by a cold water drop.

Of course, the man was caught off guard. Who could have thought that after a sword like [Hao Bailu], there would be such a group of weightless elves?

Who could do it?

Unpredictable, unreachable; moving before the wind, disappearing in the rain. What a vague and light movement, if you must find a metaphor, it is just like catkins.

Spring Sword, "Yanghua".

It ranks fifth among the swords of spring in Peiye's sword ladder, which coincides with the solar term "Qingming".

There are rains, cicadas and birds, so it's time to plant some trees.

A bowl of noodles has slowly eaten the soup base.

The man in gray is the first customer of this morning noodle stall, and he is also a customer with some strange behavior.

He is clearly eating noodles, but he always looks at the big ship in the middle of the river, and he looks at it with relish, as if the taste is not tasted with the tongue, but with the eyes.

The enthusiastic aunt looked at the man in the bamboo hat who smiled from time to time with some strangeness. She originally thought that he was a strong young man and wanted to ask him if he wanted more noodles, but she was almost overturned by the huge roar in the middle of the river.

The whole ferry was panicked and agitated, and the source was soon found because the scene was so conspicuous. The big ship in the middle of the river fell down like a fall. There was not much fire, but the whole river had rolled up. The wind and waves rushed to the docks on both sides.

In such a scene, the man in gray was still eating noodles peacefully under the tent. Within the area of ​​ten feet where he was sitting, not even the collar of his clothes was lifted.

At this time, he did not look at the boat, but looked under the water, as if his eyes could penetrate the dark and turbid water. At this time, he was more and more relishing, but also more serious and tense. One chopstick picked up the noodles, and the other hand gently tapped the scabbard, as if ready to do something at any time.

But in the end, nothing happened. The gray-clothed man finished the bowl of noodles safely and steadily, and was also very pleased that he finished the bowl of noodles safely and steadily. He sighed softly, and then sighed heavily when the handsome head of the dragon broke through the water.

Then he turned his head and looked in another direction, as if he had become a different person, with a thin and sharp smile under his hat.

The center of the river.

Pei Ye put away his sword and retreated, and Chen Ren's heavy broadsword fell into the water. He shook himself twice and leaned against the sinking giant boat.

It was the early morning of November. The huge Nanjinfeng, which had been traveling on the eight rivers of Chang'an for more than ten years, was breaking and falling, and flames and long smoke floated up. A mythical creature broke half of its body out of the water.

The young man defeated the man with the swords he used in the secret cabin.

The man had figured out some of his habits during the fight, so how could he not know the man well?

He could use these swords to leave at that time, and now he could use them to win.

Zhang Piaoxu then carefully slipped off the back of the Chilong little by little - the fairy hunter refused to bend down to him at all.

"See, this is the swordsmanship used to decide the victory." Pei Ye looked at him, made a sword flower and sheathed the sword, "I ask you, who can beat whom?"

Zhang Piaoxu was silent and could not speak.

The black Chi spit out a wisp of Chi fire as a line to tie Chen Renzhong, and turned into a kitten again and fell on Pei Ye's shoulder. Pei Ye jumped onto Nanjinfeng. The ship was now dying, but it would take some time to sink.

"Your quiver is really good." Pei Ye did not ask further questions, but looked at his arm with great interest, "It can actually hurt an Eighth Life cultivator, what a good arrow! Is it a magic weapon from Yangyi Tower?"

Zhang Piaoxu seemed to become less talkative after coming out of the water. At this time, he hid his hands behind his back, looked away, and said "hmm" unnaturally.

Pei Ye did not care. He restrained his expression, looked around, and his hand never loosened from the sword.

Chen Renzhong under the boat was not completely bound. An Eighth Life cultivator had not lost his true energy. He just temporarily lost the threat. Pei Ye looked at the changes in his skin and frowned slowly. When his eyes moved to the boat, the word chaos was not enough to describe it.

There were many boatmen who were unaware of the explosion.

Not only those temporary handymen like Zhang Piaoxu, but also many people wearing Fengshui Wharf ship uniforms were not aware of all this. There were more than 70 people on the southbound boat, and nearly half of them were probably killed or injured in the explosion.

When Pei Ye realized this tragedy, he could not help but remain silent.

He remembered that the letter Xu Chuo gave him said that Nanjinfeng was the symbol of Fengshuiwu's rise, and almost witnessed every node of the rise of the boat gang.

Moreover, such an explosion would be a betrayal of thousands of boatmen. How would Fengshuiwu gain a foothold in the world in the future? Even if the ambush was successful, it would be like stabbing the knife into his chest.

Pei Ye tilted his head to look at Chen Renzhong. The man lowered his head and did not move. The sinking ship and the shouting boatmen were reflected on the water.

Pei Ye retracted his gaze, adjusted his breath for a few breaths, and flew to save people.

So he ran into Xie Chuantang. She put a wounded man on a huge broken board. Her hair was a little messy, her face was stained with fire dust, and her knife had obviously been unsheathed.

"Are you okay?" The woman looked at him with some concern.

"It's OK. How's your situation?"

"Chen Yingfeng escaped." Xie Chuantang said, "I didn't stop him, I just saved a lot of account books."

"That's enough, Chen Renzhong is still here." Pei Ye said, "But his condition is a little strange, come and take a look."

Xie Chuantang's eyes suddenly lit up, almost bursting with flames, she didn't even bother to answer, and strode over there.

Chen Renzhong was leaning on the deck, one foot was already submerged by the overflowing water, he still closed his eyes and was indifferent. His condition can't even be described as strange, in this moment of absence, his body has deteriorated rapidly. Scales are increasingly covering his skin, but they are not transforming into a certain life form, but tending to collapse.

Blood flows from his mouth and the gap between the scales, and the scales bring cracked muscles.

Hearing the two people coming, Chen Renzhong slowly raised his head, his pupils full of pain, but this tough guy didn't say a word, and Pei Ye also clearly saw that unlike the infection of the frost ghost, he almost didn't lose his mind.

Xie Chuantang rushed forward immediately. Before he arrived, he had already raised his hand and hit two Qi forbidden rings on his neck and wrist.

But at this moment, Chen Renzhong actually waved his hand slowly at her. Pei Ye felt a chill like a needle prick in an instant. On the water surface next to him, a very sharp ice spike rose up. It was only as thin as a little finger, but it made the young man shrink his pupils.

He knew very well that this kind of power and mysterious energy!

It was going straight to Chen Renzhong's throat.

Pei Ye immediately raised his hand to light a fire, and the red fire lotus formed an inch-by-inch barrier, but the small cone was as fast as a flowing shadow and pierced it all in an instant.

And at this moment, a slender figure suddenly pounced on him. Pei Ye didn't know how she reacted. She first blocked the ice spike with a knife, and then her own body.

"Xie Chuantang!!"

However, the ice spike just penetrated all the obstacles and pierced a blood hole in Chen Renzhong's throat.

Xie Chuantang fell to the ground, not caring about his injuries at all. He took two steps forward and pressed Chen Renzhong's throat, and said hastily: "Let me ask you! Have you ever seen a black carriage covered with Buddhist paintings? !”

At this moment, Pei Ye's heart clenched. He could almost foresee Chen Renzhong punching through her heart, or another ice pick suddenly flying towards her.

However, nothing happened. Chen Yanzhong looked at the woman with his yellow beast eyes and was startled for a moment. He seemed to open his mouth, but in the end nothing came out. His eyes dimmed.

Xie Chuantang was stunned, grabbed him by the collar, and shouted: "Say what you say!!"

Pei Ye had already swept behind her and held her arm: ".Go into the hall."

Xie Chuantang knelt in silence and breathed out softly.

"We still have the entire Fengshui dock to investigate," Pei Ye said.

".Um."

Xie Chuantang stood up and turned his head to look at his bleeding wound. His shoulder was completely penetrated. She covered her drooping arms and glanced around with a cold eyebrow, but found nothing.

"Who is it?"

Pei Ye, however, just looked at the mess in front of him silently, and suddenly said: "Isn't it self-destruction for Fengshuiwu to put in such efforts?"

"Yes, I will investigate this when I go back."

Pei Ye slowly looked at the vast two sides of the river: "So, are the dock owners really not going to take action?"

Xie Chuantang was shocked.

The master of Fengshui dock, [Qijiao] He Changge. Chen Renzhong is the junior he guides, and Fengshuiwu is the gang built on his reputation.

A great cultivator who has reached the realm with his body is known to be elusive in the rivers and lakes, so few people dare to touch the boats of Feng Shuiwu.

So Bing Leng Xie Chuantang pursed his lips just now.

However, in the silence, nothing happened. The morning sun was rising slowly, the white mist by the water was thinning, and there was only a bustling tranquility in the cold and vast space.

The man in gray picked up a few coins and put them on the table, and the atmosphere was a little quiet.

"Auntie, I've got an extra portion of noodles. I'll pay you with three coins." The person greeted, and when he got up, he couldn't help but sigh with the aunt about the tragedy in the middle of the river.

"Isn't that right? I'm lying down and sailing, but there's no rocky beach." The man raised his sword.

Behind him, a man in his forties or fifty stood there frozen for five breaths.

His face showed the vicissitudes of life on the water, his gray hair was tied up, and he was wrapped in an inconspicuous gray cloak.

His palms were open upwards, with white mist condensing into tiny ice edges, and an entangled dragon pattern painted on his palms.

He seemed to be just passing by, but when he passed this noodle stall, he suddenly froze and tensed his body motionlessly.

"Who are you, your distinguished guest? How do you know my whereabouts?" The man's voice was hoarse.

"Master Hewu is joking." The noodle-eater looked away from the boat in the middle of the river and smiled faintly, "Two hundred miles of mountains and rivers are all in Zhu's eyes."