Chapter 119

"Nanan Zhenjun is going to do it!"

In the north of Cangjiang River, on the bank, the eyes of the young monk beside the old monk gathered.

"Nan'an hasn't started for decades. Now he is not far away from the land gods!"

There is also a sense of sadness in the old monk's eyes. His fellow travelers, who were influential figures in Chinese martial arts and Taoism, have been rarely known.

He looked at Yan an, also want to see, Yan an today's power of martial arts, exactly how strong.

On the Cangjiang River, the water at Yan'an's feet seems to be separated by an invisible force.

There is no gas in the sword, and there is no sword in the people on both sides of the Strait.

But see, to Yan an hands Tang Dao as the beginning, the River continues to break open.

"You..."

Zhu Ling was even more shocked. His real Qi gathered in his body and his hands were shocked.

I saw the red Qi attached to his body, just like the God of fire in the world. His fists were waved out, and subtle firelights emerged.

This is the expression of true Qi condensing to the extreme, and it is also the assassin's mace of Zhuling.

There are nearly a hundred fire lights on the Cangjiang River, looming in the night.

I saw that the river broke open and spread until Zhu Ling's body collided with the fire all over the sky.

Boom, boom

In an instant, endless fire burst, like fireworks, hundreds of explosions, at the same time on the Cangjiang river.

Zhu Ling's eyes condensed and looked into the burning light. Immediately, his face changed, and his old face showed endless shock.

At the foot of the river, impressively separated.

People on both sides of the Cangjiang River were shocked to see this scene.

Such a terrible blow did not stop the old man in Tang Dynasty.

But soon, a more terrifying scene appeared in front of everyone.

I saw the river breaking constantly, from the Cangjiang River, straight into the North Bank of the Cangjiang River, in a no man's land, the shore burst out a roar.

"What?"

All the people watching the battle on both sides of the Strait are almost stupid. The old man in Tangyi is at least 500 meters away from the North Bank of the river.

At this time, from the cut River, there is a knife gas, against the sky.

Boom!

Above the knife gas, the previous explosion of fire, just like a candle in the wind, suddenly annihilated.

Only the old man, holding one, stood tall.

At this moment, he was like a human God.

Even the young monks next to the old monk were stunned.

This is Nan'an Zhenjun?!

Strong martial arts, a knife to break the Cangjiang river!

The whole night seemed dead and silent. The North Bank of Cangjiang river was torn for several feet.

The water of the Cangjiang River surges rapidly, and the river water collides with each other, making a dull roar.

Even on the shore, the cloud, ink and ice are astonishing.

In Longchi mountain scenic area, that kind old man is so terrible.

This is Cangjiang!

But was broken by human power, a knife of power, terror so far!

Chen Yi looked at the scene faintly and drew back her eyes. "It seems that I don't need to do it anymore!"

"Go back!"

There was no sadness or joy on his face. Even if he had such a terrible knife, it seemed as if it was no better than that in his eyes.

When yunmobing comes back to herself, she looks at Chen Yi.

There is shock and curiosity in her eyes. Yan an still has such power. What about Chen Yi?

When Chen Yi was at his peak, what about his strength?

However, cloud Mo ice didn't open his mouth to ask, just secretly buried in the heart of the shock.

……

On the Cangjiang River, Zhu Ling's face turned pale. He looked at Yan an as if he saw a God.

At this moment, Zhu Ling fully understood how Yan an really existed.

Wu Dao Zhen Jun, a knife to break Cangjiang, two people, is not the same level.

But in Yan an's mouth, who is Chen Zu, who makes this Wu Dao Zhen Jun angry?

Is it the man who killed his apprentice, the young master of Zhenjiang in his mouth?

"Not yet!"

Yan an said coldly, "if you dare to speak rudely again, today, the river buries you!"

Zhu Ling suddenly came back to his senses. He didn't dare to say a word more and ran away in a hurry.

This embarrassed figure makes people on both sides of the Cangjiang River gradually come back to their senses.

"My God, a knife will break the Cangjiang river!"

"Who is that old man? Is he the master of Zhenjiang? "

"No, the power of terror, let alone a great master, even a great master can't have it!"

Jiangnan aristocratic family, who is strong in martial arts, is in an uproar.

Too far apart, few of them can see Yan an's face clearly.

Cloud home, cloud Cangshan is pale, he looked at the Cangjiang River, into the wooden boat, slowly leaving Yan an."At least, it's a real warrior in the real Qi state."

"Is he the master of Zhenjiang? In his mouth, he seems to have mentioned Chen Zu... "

Chen Zu Yuncangshan's face changed slightly. As a Jiangnan family, he had heard about it.

It belonged to his grandfather. He had been dead for nearly a hundred years. At that time, he was still young.

Yuncangshan vaguely remembers that his grandfather mentioned Chen Zu, but it seems to have something to do with Longchi mountain in Jinling.

Chen zongxiao is full of shock, Chen Weijiang on one side also can't help but say: "this is the strength of the great master of martial arts?"

This is simply beyond the existence of human beings. The cultivation of martial arts is to the extreme. How terrible is it?

If it's the river, if it's the people Chen Weijiang has some creeps in his heart.

Even if we have an army, we can't keep it?

"The great master of martial arts, I'm afraid his strength is above the great master of martial arts." Chen zongxiao sighed: "it seems that this kind of legendary existence has always been famous in Zhenjiang."

Hearing the speech, Chen Weijiang said, "Dad, do you really think it's Chen Yi? At the age of 18, if he can enter the inner strength, he is already a genius. "

"Master, great master Don't say it's a knife that can cut off the existence of Cangjiang river. "

Chen zongxiao nodded gently, and felt that he was thinking too much.

Not only Chen zongxiao, but also many families in Jiangnan.

After all, it's a rumor that the man who has become famous recently should be a liar. He's not a young man at all, but a white haired warrior living in seclusion in Zhenjiang.

Some people who saw Chen Yi kill ye Longyue at the martial arts and Taoism exchange meeting were also full of disbelief. Naturally, they would not believe that the old man was Chen Yi. Instead, they regarded Chen Yi as the old man's apprentice and listened to Tao and his family.

On both sides of the Cangjiang River, luxury cars gradually left, and many aristocratic families and some martial arts strongmen gradually dispersed.

The first World War, which caused a sensation in Jiangnan and attracted the attention of people in Jiangnan, was only completely ended under this knife.

Guanjiang garden, Zhenjiang city.

Yunmobing drives Chen Yi back to the gate of No.1 villa, and Chen Yi gets off slowly.

Just then, his eyes moved and he glanced at the old man who had been waiting for a long time in front of the villa.

Previously on the Cangjiang River, he was regarded as a legendary warrior by many aristocratic families, but now he is slowly kneeling down in front of Chen Yi.

His head is deep, "Yan an, I hope that Chen Zushu will forgive me!"

Chen Yi just glanced back.

And in the car, cloud ink ice see Yan an kneeling appearance, but suddenly took a breath.

Not long ago, the old man who just cut off the Cangjiang River and shocked Jiangnan was so humble.

He Are you asking Chen Yi for forgiveness?

Cloud ink ice in the heart turned up the waves, cold as frost on the face, but full of horror.

Chen Yi went back to the villa on her own, and only when she closed the door did a faint voice come out.

"Go away!"

Yan an is slowly looking up, the old face, showing a smile.