"Jiangnan hero Li Youyu challenges the Yangtze River Dragon King Murong Jiang?"
On the bank of the Yangtze River, Ye Chen listened to the wounded soldiers retreating from the front talking with joy, touching his chin with his hand, thoughtfully:
"This famous hero from Jiangnan finally couldn't sit still? Was it General Pingnan who invited him or..."
He has returned to Jingzhou from Emei. He looks ordinary at first, just like an ordinary boy. But if you look closely, you will find that there is an invisible distortion on the surface of Ye Chen's body, like the constantly undulating sea.
Under the sea, there are turbulent undercurrents.
On the way, Ye Chen spent more than 2,100 potential points in one go to deduce martial arts, and now only 30 potential points are left.
With more than two thousand potential points, in addition to deriving a two-star high-grade light skill and a two-star high-grade swordsmanship, he used all the remaining potential points to derive internal skills and mental skills.
Today, his internal strength is already astonishing in ancient times and even today, and he is extraordinary and holy.
Yes, even Ye Chen himself didn't know how strong his internal strength was, he only knew that it was several times stronger than before.
The new Qingyang Magic is still a two-star top-grade, but it is many times more powerful than the ordinary two-star top-grade internal skills and mental methods. It took him a month and a half just to improve the newly deduced Qingyang Magic to perfection. Every time it is improved,
The layer needs to rest for several days.
There is no way, his current internal force is so strong that his body and meridians cannot withstand such a powerful internal force. He can only wait for a few days after raising one level to allow his body's meridians to buffer and slowly adapt to the surge in internal force.
It was not until today that he upgraded the new Qingyang Magic to Dzogchen.
Through this matter, Ye Chen discovered that the shortcoming of his attribute ability, or rather his own shortcoming, was that his body was not strong enough and could not contain too much internal energy.
On the Yangtze River, the Dragon King Gang fleet retreated to the south, and the Pingnan army of the imperial court retreated to the north, leaving a huge river surface with some broken shipboards floating on it. Two small boats sailed towards the center of the river, one south and one north, with a figure standing on each boat.
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On the small boat in the south is Murong Jiang, the Dragon King of the Yangtze River. He is no longer wearing the noble black dragon robe decorated with gold, but is wearing a short-sleeved attire.
On the northern boat, there is a middle-aged man in a scholar's shirt with a handsome face. He blows a white jade flute gently on his lips, and the melodious flute sound echoes on the river. His every move is full of elegance. At first glance,
I thought he was a handsome gentleman.
There were no boatmen in the two boats. The two of them kept waving their hands and slapping the river surface vigorously. Water columns splashed up, driving the boats towards the center of the river.
Murong Jiang, who was far away, cupped his hands and shouted in a loud voice:
"I haven't seen you for a year. It's great to see Brother Yu lately!"
The man in Confucian shirt opposite put down his white jade flute, cupped his hands and said:
"I'm sorry to bother you, Gang Leader Murong. I don't dare to take advantage of you. Today you and I are fighting here, which is really not what I want."
He arched his hands into the air and his tone slowly became serious:
"But Gang Leader Murong's rebellion will definitely bring disaster to all living beings in the world. There are fish but no talents. I plead for the lives of the people of the world. I also ask Leader Murong to put down the butcher knife. If you are willing to retreat, the people of the world will be grateful to you. I will ask the Holy One to forgive you.
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Across the way, Murong Jiang, the Dragon King of the Yangtze River, also turned cold and snorted:
"Li Youyu, you are still so hypocritical. It's okay for you to lie to a three-year-old child, but to tell me here is really ridiculous."
He turned around and waved his arms across the Dragon King Gang fleet that stretched for dozens of kilometers behind him and said:
"Even if I am willing, my brother will not be willing. From the moment I raise the army to rebel, the arrow has been drawn and there is no way out. Either I will overthrow the rule of Dayan and sit on the dragon chair that symbolizes the supreme power of the Nine-Five-Year Plan, or I will
If you are defeated, you will die without a burial place."
Seeing Murong Jiang's impassioned and determined expression, Li Youyu shook his head and sighed:
"What a shame!"
"We have different paths and we don't want to work together. Today you and I will have a battle."
Murong Jiang said with a cold face:
"If you win, our Dragon King gang will disappear. If I win, the imperial army will be defeated. All the areas south of the Yangtze River will be in my hands. One day I will send my army north, and I will control the sacred weapon of the world."
At this time, Li Youyu had put the white jade flute back to his waist, slowly took off the long sword from his back, and said:
"That being the case, it's useless to say more..."
"I have long wanted to fight with you, the Jiangnan hero who is known as the best swordsman in the world. Today I got my wish. I am very much looking forward to it!"
Murong Jiang's hands slowly drooped. I don't know when a layer of black fish scale gloves appeared on his hands. Judging from the metallic luster on it, it seemed to be a metal glove. After the two parties finished talking, Murong Jiang clapped his hands together, and the two strands were visible to the naked eye.
A column of air rushed out.
"choke...."
A melodious sword chant echoed on the river. Li Youyu drew his sword and stabbed. In his hand was a famous sword made of dark iron. It was extremely strong. When the sword hit the air column, the sword tip collided with the invisible air column and made a muffled sound.
There was a loud sound, and the void at the contact point instantly distorted and returned to calm, while the river between them suddenly sank downwards, like an invisible hammer hitting it.
Both sides are the top masters in the world. Even if there are strange people who may live in seclusion, there will be no more than ten people in the world who can compete with them. The life and death battle between the two super masters has attracted countless people from all over the world to watch the battle.
In fact, when the news spread that the Dragon King of the Yangtze River was marching his army up the river, some people knew that they must have a battle. Countless people from all over the world gathered on the Yangtze River to watch this pinnacle battle, including...
"Ye Chen, why are you here?"
The familiar voice made Ye Chen turn around in surprise, and saw the head of the Jinhong Sword Sect and an elder, leading a group of young people who were probably their disciples, on the river bank, preparing to board a large ship parked on the river bank.
Boating to the river to watch the peak battle.
The person who asked him was Li Yushu, an inner disciple of the Jinhong Sword Sect. Because he had often seen him teasing him, he was quite familiar with it. Now he was very surprised and asked Ye Chen:
"You didn't report to the sect that you haven't returned for a long time, and the fifth elder almost expelled you. This time the sect master is here. After watching the battle, follow us back, otherwise the fifth elders will really expel you from the sect if you wait longer."
Ye Chen glanced at him in surprise, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.
Li Yushu often teased him before, but he didn't expect that he would persuade him like this when they met again. This surprised him and made him feel a rare warmth in his heart.
He nodded:
"Senior brother, please remind me that I will just go back home when this matter is over."
"That's good."
Li Yushu quickly turned his attention to the river, where there was a muffled thunder-like sound, as if there was thunder in the distance. He excitedly waved to him:
"You come with us. The Yangtze Dragon King Murong Jiang and the Jiangnan hero Li Youyu are both the top masters in the world. One is known as the best sword in the world, and the other is known as the best palm in the world. A fight between them is certain.