Chapter 89

If the spirit cultivation in its heyday, not to mention the Qianjiang River tide, the sea of Duoluo, which is full of orange and cloud, can drink and stop at one word. But now he has only five divine lines, and his power is not enough. If he drinks the tide forcibly, he will only drag a cart and kill himself.

Jiang Xiu said, "prepare some things for me..."

"Paper, candle, sword."

Mr. Wang is not willing to work for Mr. Wang Fubao, but there are many people who are not willing to go back to work for Mr. Wang.

"I'll go now!"

Tang Wenchong replied and ran to buy it. His Tang family was already tied to Jiang Xiu. Just now he sent a message to Jiang Xiu, and then Wang Xuehai was killed. If Jiang Xiu failed, the next thing the Wang family would have to deal with would be his Tang family.

"What is this for?"

Those present were very surprised. What's the use of having people prepare those things?

"I don't know!"

Some people are very disdainful. When Jiang Xiu pushed Wang Xuehai out of the plane and made an endless feud with the Wangs, some people thought that Jiang Xiu was looking for death.

Is the Wang family, which has been handed down for 200 years, a small river city that can be shaken down?

Over the years, how many people have tried to overthrow the Wang family, but no one has succeeded. The price is bloody. In the eyes of most people, Jiang Xiu is not the first and will never be the last.

"Hum!"

"The river falls, you don't want to delay time, you can't even go down to the water, how can you be the opponent of my ancestors, you still commit suicide on the spot, so as not to die too ugly."

Mrs. Wang was so cruel that she immediately killed Jiang Xiu to avenge blood hatred for her son and Wang family.

In front of him is the Qianjiang tide, which is five or six meters high, which makes his body seem infinitely small. However, in that small body, it seems that there is a huge power that can conquer everything.

"Mr. Jiang, I've found something."

Jiang Xiu stretched out his hand and took it. Everyone stretched his neck curiously. He wanted to see how Jiang Xiu went down the water.

After he got hold of the paper, he began to fold it.

His fingers are long and powerful, and the paper is turned and folded under his control. It is extremely dexterous and skillful. This kind of feeling is like a mage.

It is said that the master's hand is very skillful and can communicate with spirit with paper.

"What is he folding?"

After a while, a paper boat appeared in his palm.

"Paper boat?"

Jiang Xiu lit the candle and put it on the paper boat.

"River lamp?"

In many parts of China, there is a tradition of putting out river lanterns on the mid Yuan Festival to express the feeling of missing the dead.

"He wants to put a river lamp on the tide of Qianjiang River?"

Is it difficult for him to cast a spell to ask the God of Qianjiang to calm down the tide?

Other than that, they can't think of a second possibility.

"But how?"

This is a river, but not a river. How can anyone come to the river to put a river lamp? What's more, the tide of the river, the waves hitting the bank, and the waves rolling up are all five or six meters high, which can set off river lanterns.

"Play tricks!"

Jiang Xiu held the river lamp in front of him, his mouth to the candle, he kept opening and closing, and kept saying something. The candle light became strange, as if the surrounding scenery was one of the dark, only the dim candle light was flashing.

"It's like making a wish!"

But the next second, all the hearts of the people are tight, because the sound of Jiang Xiu's mouth is getting louder and louder. From the beginning, it's slightly inaudible, and then faintly visible. Later, the sound wave sweeps through. It's hard to hear what Jiang Xiu is saying. It's like a very old language, vast and desolate, and finally more and more urgent.

The momentum suddenly soared!

"Go!"

Jiang Xiu's hand tugging the lantern suddenly swung. The lantern had already been thrown out and fell towards the Qianjiang wave in front of him. If he threw it out, the lantern could not be swept away by the wave.

But the jaw dropping scene happened.

The river lamp fell on the top of the sweeping river waves, and steadily controlled it. Then it went down with the river waves. Strangely, it was not overturned by the river waves. When the river waves rose again, the river lamp also rose with the tide, but was not overturned. The boat with the fingers folded was like someone supporting a boat inside, riding the wind and waves.

What's more strange is that the candle is still on. Not only that, the candle fire on it has not shaken for half a minute. It seems that the wind stops when the wind blows around.

Jiang Xiu suddenly roared and pointed a little. His voice was astonishing: "he Deng asked the water ghost!"

The river lamp is drifting along with the trend and keeps on advancing!

Go all the way to the depth of Qianjiang River.

"This..."

"It's incredible."

People on the scene looked at such a thing against the laws of nature. They were amazed. The name of Jiangcheng and Jiangxia was indeed worthy of its reputation."How could that be possible?"

Ye Wenchen and Cheng lingsu are all confused. Jiang Xiu has such magical power.

Even old lady Wang was very surprised. With her eyesight, she could not see what kind of magic was used by Jiang Xiu. This was too shocking.

"What is the use of that?"

Bang!

Jiang Xiu's long sword came out of its scabbard. When Jiang Xiu pulled out his sword, it burst into a strong light. He looked up and saw the storm and the wolf roaring around him. He held up his sword in his hand. He kept saying incantations in his mouth. The light on the sword soared, and the light puffed and puffed. It was more than ten meters long.

"The wind and the wind are gone, the sword falls and the River breaks."

When the long sword is cut out, all space and time disappear. It seems that there is only one sword left between the heaven and the earth, the dazzling white sword.

The sword fell on the Qianjiang River. In an instant, the river was divided into two sections. The vast storm swept on both sides. It was like carrying the power of heaven and earth. It pushed the river into the sky and turned into two torrents.

"How, how possible!"

The eyes of the people present were almost staring out, and they cried out in a loud voice.

This is Qianjiang River. The tide can even break the hundreds of meters long bridge across the river. He actually cut it open with a sword. He saw that the vast river was cut in half by the river repair, which completely overturned their imagination.

It is inconceivable to shake the power of heaven and earth with one's own power.

To achieve this, even if the current technology is on the whole heap, even if the latest weapons from the military headquarters are deployed to bomb inside, it is impossible to do so.

"What ancient swordsmanship is this?"

Old lady Wang's face changed wildly.

"Ignorance, stupidity!"

How can the immortal sword be compared with the ancient sword technique handed down by the ancestors on earth? This is the immortal method.

"He..."

Cheng lingsu is as dumb as a hen. He, he has such a skill, which is better than God.

However, Jiang Xiu walked arrogantly towards the tide of the river. He stepped on the water waves as if walking on the ground. All the way, he went in succession. If there was a huge wave ahead, he would cut it off with a sword.

What's more surprising is that every time he lands his sword and waits for the river waves to disperse, he can see the river lamps floating up and down with the river waves, which are guiding him.

At this point, there is no doubt on the scene, let alone ridicule.

It's been completely awed.

It was not until Jiang Xiu went deep into the Qianjiang River and disappeared into the public's view that there was a rustling sound. Mrs. Wang ridiculed Jiang Xiu's inability to go down the river tide. Mr. Jiang's strength was not only to go down the river, but also in such a shocking way.

Tang Zhenshan and Tang Wenchong and other Tang family members are full of confidence: "Mr. Jiang is magical, Mr. Jiang is magical..."

The future of the Tang family has been completely tied to Jiang Xiu.

Both prosperity and loss.

In fact, it is quite difficult for Jiang Xiu to achieve this with his present practice. It seems that he is absolutely despotic. In fact, it contains amazing skills to control the divine power to the peak which is hard to describe.

This is also the spiritual cultivation, the strength of the peak and lost talent has such a deep control of the way of water, can do.

Before I knew it, it was dark.

In the depth of Qianjiang River, the people of Jiangxiu can't see it, but the dim light that the candle lights up still radiates out, which is gloomy and strange.

Mrs. Wang's eyes became dignified. Jiang Xiu was already in the water. If his ancestors were in the water, he would surely find him.

The battle of the demigods is going to happen.

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