Wearing a green robe with a sword on his back, he held a young man in a green robe with one hand. The two fell from a high place at the same time, with a majestic momentum and no sense of reason.
The sound of "bang" is truly domineering and extraordinary.
It actually smashed the roof of the highest floor of the palace!
The two of them suddenly fell into the room.
Due to the excessive power brought by the shock, the pavilions and lofts on Molong's back, and even the entire giant yellow dragon, began to sway uncontrollably.
The ground shook.
The green shirt falls off the dragon boat!
Yang Junjie, who was still standing on the railing for viewing the scenery, and the old man in plain clothes named Wang were both greatly frightened. Both of them were stunned and looked into the room at the top of the attic.
Inside the house.
There were people in blue robes, one old and one young. They walked slowly and steadily, heads raised and chests held high, walking side by side outside.
Came to the two people who were also "young and old".
The old man in green clothes, with his hair all white and carrying a sapphire blue sword on his back, raised his head slightly and looked at the tall and thin old man in plain clothes.
In terms of height, he was much shorter, but in terms of aura, he was far more powerful than the old man. He looked at Lao Wang's face, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Yu Youcong is already here, surnamed Wang. Well, how do you want to deal with me?"
Yang Junjie never dreamed that the "Sword God" whom he wanted to see his true face would appear here by such a coincidence!
But the current situation is urgent, but it is not optimistic at all.
The old man who was always by Yang Junjie's side, facing Yu Youcong, who was much shorter than him, was like a young mouse seeing an old cat, and he couldn't help but start to tremble!
As a strong practitioner with the sixth level of transcending tribulation, Lao Wang’s internal strength is actually extraordinary.
He had killed countless people in his life, and had many glorious achievements worthy of praise and fame. He once single-handedly got rid of the joint siege of more than twenty fourth-level and fifth-level masters, killed nearly half of the powerful enemies, and saved his wealth and life.
Even in the cruel and bloody battle of life and death in the past, he, Old Wang, was not as scared as he is today!
At the moment, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't control the trembling caused by the fear in his heart.
His body was shaking like chaff, he was really miserable.
Lao Wang hunched over and tried to speak with all his strength. However, he tried his best to open his mouth, but he couldn't even utter a word.
The upper and lower old teeth collided with each other, making a rattling sound.
This voice expresses the fear vividly, without any hiding!
Yang Junjie has already determined that the old man in green shirt in front of him is the "Sword God" Yu Youcong in the hands of the top ten masters of the human race. It is absolutely true and there is no longer any doubt.
The young master, who was wearing bright rhubarb silk and satin, woke up from a dream and realized that something was wrong. He hurriedly cupped his fists and saluted, bowed and said sincerely: "I have long admired the famous swordsman Yu Yu, the junior Yang Haojie. The son of Yang Jie, the vice president of Shang College."
Pointing at the trembling old man in plain clothes, Yang Junjie then lowered his head and said, "This man is my personal bodyguard, his name is Wang He'an. I usually call him 'Old Wang', and I will accompany you today." Taking this dragon boat, I intend to cross the sea and return to Tongdao..."
"Stop being so verbose, do you bother me?"
Yu Youcong said impatiently, "Shut your mouth, you bastard. If you bother me again, I will chop off your limbs and throw them into the sea to feed the sharks!"
Yang Junjie originally wanted to excuse his bodyguard Lao Wang, but Yu Youcong's words directly deprived him of the right to continue speaking.
In order not to go into the sea and become shark food, Yang Junjie had to swallow his anger and did not dare to say another word.
Yu Youcong, a white-haired old man in a green shirt and carrying a sword, stared at the plain-clothed old man named Wang He An with cold and fierce eyes. He said with a deep voice and a sinister smile: "Your name is Wang He An? Your parents gave you this name. Come on, you are quite foresighted! If you speak openly and unintentionally offend me, don't you think that the earth is so big that there is no place for your king to live?"
Wang Hean's body was shaking more and more intensely, and his knees were shaking crazily.
If it weren't for the little bit of face he had left, he would have fallen to his knees on the ground!
Yu Youcong raised his head and looked at the old man named Wang. Suddenly, his voice was as furious as thunder, and he shouted: "Why the hell are you shaking?! Tell me!"
As soon as these words came out, Wang Hean's face lost all color, and his face was as white as a piece of paper. He tried his best to suppress the fear, but it was all in vain. His mouth was trembling, so that even with all his strength, he could only say the word "I". .
"I, I, I..."
Wang Hean tried his best to make a sound while shaking his body.
Yu Youcong's patience was finally exhausted at this moment.
With the sword on his back, the figure in the green shirt quickly took a step forward, then used his hand to make a sword and held it straight forward.
The tip of the middle finger of Yu Youcong's right hand poked the Tanzhong point on the chest of the plain-clothed old man with great precision.
After receiving this blow, Wang Hean felt a sharp pain in his chest. He turned his eyes white from the pain and fainted.
Seeing Wang He'an slumped down after being hit by Yu Youcong's blow, Yang Haojie was shocked. He immediately approached him anxiously, bent down and felt his pulse.
Fortunately, he didn't die.
The plain-clothed old man Wang He'an only fainted and was not directly killed by the old sword god's "hand sword".
Knowing that Lao Wang was still alive, Yang Junjie stood up again and saluted loudly: "I thank you, Senior Sword God, for not killing me!"
Yu Youcong was noncommittal, put his hands behind his back, snorted through his nose, turned around and looked at the sea on the other side.
At this time, Ling Zhen, a young man in green robe who arrived at the Dragon Boat Pavilion with the old sword god, quickly walked forward and sat down cross-legged after asking for permission from Yu Youcong.
Ling Zhen stretched out his hands and pressed them against the body of the old man in plain clothes, sending precious internal energy to Wang He'an who had already passed out. While losing it, the young man in yellow said: "This is Qinglong Qi, the best healing power in the world." The sacred object, he will wake up soon, and he will be fine..."
A conflict occurred on the top of the boat.
It just dissipated into the invisible.
Yang Junjie, the young man in yellow clothes, was filled with joy. He stepped forward and saluted the young man in green robes and said, "Thank you very much for your help, brother. May I ask what your surname is? What do you call me?"
Sitting on the ground and injecting gas to save Rao Lingzhen, he announced his family name directly without hesitation, "My surname is Ling, and my name is a real word. I come from the Splendid Dynasty Shenshan Villa in Hanlan Continent."
Yang Junjie's eyes widened in an instant, and he asked in disbelief: "Ling, Brother Ling... Dare you ask, who is the god of human martial arts, the master of Shenshan Villa, Ling Puling, the great vassal king?"
Ling Zhen had expected this reaction in advance, so it was not surprising. He just smiled slightly, nodded and said, "My father is Ling Pu, the king of the Shenyuan vassal."
Yang Junjie said softly, "Ah", and then took a quick look at the sword-backed shirt next to him. He suddenly felt that he had been unlucky for eight lifetimes.
To be able to see the Hanlan Continent Sword God Yu Youcong and the human race Martial God Ling Pu’s son Ling Zhen at the same time?
What kind of magical luck is this? !
Ling Zhen was using his true power to heal Wang He An's wounds, while Yang Junjie was immersed in great joy, feeling a little overwhelmed, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.
At this time, the sea was rough.
Visions abound!
A strange beast that was far larger than the yellow dragon that was used as a boat to cross the sea, with a terrifying giant mouth.
Suddenly appeared from below the sea surface.
That was an overly large... whale?
To be sure, it was a super giant whale that could swallow the entire ferry dragon boat into its belly!
Because of the appearance of the huge whale, even the light was partially blocked, making the sun and moon dim.
Yang Haojie, the young man in yellow, who was shocked by the sound of the waves and the whale's cry, stared at the giant strange beast, and shouted anxiously: "This is the ultimate ferocious beast, the Boat-Swallowing Whale, Yu Lao Sword God, come out quickly. Cut it with the sword!"
The old man in green shirt, who intended to quickly throw out the sword move, lost the desire to draw the sword immediately after hearing the words of the young man in yellow surnamed Yang, and stood motionless on the railing at the top of the attic.
You ask me to draw the sword and I draw the sword?
You are nothing!
The boat shook violently.
Just because of the yellow dragon that was the carrier of the ferry, its huge body was no longer stable and kept shaking.
A dragon meets a giant whale.
You will also feel panic and fear.
Of course, the buildings and pavilions on the dragon's back will also undergo great turmoil!
The huge vicious whale named "Swallowing Boat" opened its bloody mouth, which was extremely terrifying.
Inside the mouth, the black hole is bottomless.
Obviously once it is swallowed into the belly, it will definitely end in a tragic and tragic end!
They all "eat in all directions", but this extremely ferocious beast, the Boat-Swallowing Whale, has become more ferocious at this moment.
He wanted to devour an entire "dragon boat" including the yellow dragon in one go.
Completely digested!
Seeing that the Yellow Dragon Boat was about to be eaten by the giant whale, the old sword god Yu Youcong was finally ready to draw his sword.
But before the man in green clothes could pull out the Dayu sword from behind, he heard an extremely deafening explosion.
After the sound, the light came on again.
That super-giant boat-swallowing ferocious beast had an incredibly large body.
In the blink of an eye, it had been blown into pieces and would never be complete again!
Teeth, bones, flesh, skin, and other messy remains of corpses are all floating on the sea. The scene is particularly spectacular.
This "dragon boat" with a yellow dragon as its main body survived the disaster almost unscathed.
The man who killed the giant whale instantly was hovering alone in the sky.
Looking up, he could see that he was a man with gray hair, dressed very elegantly and cleanly, and looked like a scholar.
This old man with long snow-white hair and a plain shirt held one hand behind his back and the other in front of his chest holding a mysterious magic spell. He silently recited the incantation in his mouth without stopping for a moment.
At his feet, there is a book glowing with a bright green sacred light.
The side of the book with the words on it was facing down, spread out in the shape of the character "人", and the whole body was emitting bright fluorescence.
It's like an extremely precious book that belongs exclusively to the collection of Confucian saints' books!
Looking at the man at the top, Yang Junjie, the young man in yellow, was extremely excited. He could not help waving his arms, his expression was one of overjoyed.
Yang Haojie, the son of Vice Principal Yang Jie, shouted loudly to the superiors: "Teacher Cao, it's me, Yang Haojie! Thank you, Teacher Cao, for taking the timely action and saving the student's life!"
At this time, the corners of the blue-shirted sword god Yu You Cong's mouth twitched. He narrowed his eyes and snorted several times in a row, as if he was mocking something, with a playful expression.
Ling Zhen observed the words and expressions, and immediately saw the weirdness of the old senior, and felt confused in his heart.
I wonder what kind of fun Old Sword God Yu is having, why is he sneering like this?
But before the young man in green robe could ask a few questions, Yu Youcong had already taken the initiative to speak.
An old man with white hair and a green shirt, carrying a sword behind him, raised his head and faced another snow-haired old man in the sky above. Yu Youcong made trumpet-like shapes with his hands and shouted loudly to the man at the top: "Hey!" "Cao Yuejin, we haven't seen each other for more than forty years, do you still remember me?"
