"Boom", there was a loud bang, and the surging energy around the two of them stirred up the huge waves of the river, but the two stood on the bamboo row but did not move. Neither of them had blades in their hands, and they both relied on their own strong internal strength and explosive strength to fight hard. Both of them are a generation of grandmasters, and their momentum is like a rainbow, and the surging energy roars around him, and the river is surging and the waves are monstrous.

Ye Yinfeng could feel the amazing momentum emanating from the two of them in the distance, although the strength of the two of them did not affect it, but Yu Feng cut his face like a strong blade. He looked at the two people without blinking, the river was surging, the remnant sun dyed the river like blood, and a tragic heroic picture slowly unfolded, and the river was like a dragon's blood.

Shen Zhongxia had a wind blade in his palm, and he saw his body rushing towards Fu Heng like a shadow, and Fu Heng turned his palm into a fist and greeted him with the momentum of thunder. The small bamboo row carried the surging energy of the two people, and the two intertwined figures sometimes opened and sometimes closed, and the roaring sound of breaking the sky resounded across the river. The strength of the wind swelled up the bamboo row, turning it into a huge wave, and the surging river rolled up and fell.

The two figures were like a disease, and the strength of the palms and fists was like an explosion, but in a few breaths, the two had already fought for several rounds, but the aura around the two of them had not weakened. The aura circulating around the two of them rose again and again, and the violent energy set off a storm, and the two jumped from the bamboo raft into the air. They hit the air from the surface of the river, and the fists stirred up huge waves, and the sound of breaking the air between the palms and fists was like a thunderous roar.

Ye Yinfeng and Ye Lonely Boat drifted with the waves, and the two people in the fierce battle were in mid-air, surging like a shot of energy falling towards the river, stirring up waves several feet high. "Boom, boom" twice, two figures fell into the river from the air, stirring up waves one after another, and the huge waves spread like flowers on the surface of the river. Then two columns of water poured out from the surface of the river, and the gushing water jets pierced the sky.

The bamboo row rolled over the river for a few times, and a huge wave hit, and the bamboo row was finally embarrassed and hit hard, and immediately dispersed, and the bamboo was scattered on the river surface. The scattered bamboos turned into sharp swords and rammed across the river, and bamboo shuttled through the huge waves. At the same time, two figures fell from the two water columns, it was Shen Zhongxia and Fu Heng, and the two figures turned around and stood on a bamboo floating on the surface of the river.

The feet were connected with the bamboo like roots, and the two looked at each other from a distance, and the aura on their bodies became stronger and stronger at this time. Fu Heng's fiery breath was like the scorching sun in the sky, and the water droplets wet on his clothes turned into layers of mist because of the scorching true qi, and the bamboo under his feet rose and fell with the waves, and the huge waves finally fell, and the river was sparkling with red blood.

Shen Zhongxia is like a green mountain pavilion, and his majestic breath is spontaneous, and his whole body is already soaked in cloth, but he still does not lose the demeanor of a generation of grandmasters. A little under his feet, the long bamboo shot towards Fu Heng like an arrow, and his figure rose into the air again. Like a goshawk passing by, and like a storm blowing, in a few moments, his figure has reached the top of Fu Heng's head, only to see his momentum collapsed and pressed down, he raised his palms and slapped towards Fu Heng.

Unexpectedly, Fu Heng's feet sank, and the bamboo pole under his feet immediately rose upside down, and his figure slid on the surface of the river, he waved his sleeves, and the surging energy slapped on the surface of the river. The river was slapped under his feet into a huge wave that lifted his body. With the help of the surging waves, his figure had already landed firmly on another bamboo pole, and the energy poured out by Shen Zhongxia smashed the barbed bamboo pole.

With a "bang", the bamboo pole was slapped into the bottom of the river by Shen Zhongxia, and his figure turned around, standing on the bamboo pole inserted into the bottom of the river with one foot. The roaring river

The water turned into a huge whirlpool, spreading out in all directions, and the sprays of water formed a curtain of water, which rose and fell around him, and finally the huge waves of water fell back into the river.

Fu Heng kicked his feet, and the bamboo pole turned into a whistling arrow and shot towards Shen Zhongxia's body. The roaring sound of breaking the air resounded across the river, and it rose with fierce energy, and the river was brought up again, and the roaring sound rose into the sky. Looking at the imposing bamboo pole, Shen Zhongxia's feet sank, and the bamboo pole couldn't help but sink a few more points into the water, and he stretched out his hands and grabbed it forward.

The bamboo pole was firmly grasped in the palm of his hand, but a huge impact poured in, causing his body to retreat uncontrollably above the river, and only when he stepped on a floating bamboo pole under his feet did he stabilize his body. But Fu Heng's body had already shot from above the river, like a powerful cannonball. With a "click", the bamboo pole in Shen Zhongxia's hand cracked in response, and I saw his hands shake, and the bamboo pole turned into several sharp swords to greet Fu Heng.

Fu Heng's face turned grim, and the sound of tearing the air around him became more and more intense, and he shot like a blazing light from above the river. With a "boom", Fu Heng's body collided with the bamboo pole that turned into several sharp swords, and suddenly the energy shot out, and the turbulent river was boiling again. The huge waves were cascading, Shen Zhongxia only felt that his hand sank, a light flashed in front of him, and an iron fist of Fu Heng suddenly appeared on his chest.

"Bang", the punch smashed firmly into his chest, and his body was smashed into the river by that punch, and the bamboo in his hand turned into a ball of powder. His body slammed against the river, causing several huge waves to crash up. Soon, Shen Zhongxia's figure disappeared into the river, and Fu Heng's fists were bloodstained, his face became extremely pale, and after he hit Shen Zhongxia, his body also fell into the river.

The river is as clear as blood, the afterglow of the sunset is red, Ye Yinfeng is alone on the river, he looked at the two people who fell into the river, his face was calm, but his heart was turbulent like a terrifying wave. These two people are worthy of being a generation of grandmasters, and they fought earth-shattering, as if even the river was surging. After a long time, the two people who sank to the bottom of the river rose from the water, and the two figures rolled up with the blood-colored river water soaked in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Shen Zhongxia's figure flickered and landed on the lonely boat where Ye Yinfeng was, while Fu Heng stepped on the stormy waves and headed towards the north shore. "Shen Daxia deserves to be the first master of the Tang Dynasty, and Fu has been taught." The rolling sound turned into a thunderous sound that resounded in the sky, and as the thunderous sound gradually dissipated, Fu Heng's figure also disappeared on the surface of the river, only the surging river water fell together, reflecting the blood-like remnant sun.

With a "wow", Shen Zhongxia stumbled under his feet, and spurted out a mouthful of blood that was more bright red than the sunset from his mouth. After spitting out the mouthful of blood, he sat cross-legged, his face unusually pale, and a white mist lingering from his body. Seeing this, Ye Yinfeng hurriedly rowed towards the south bank with a bamboo pole in his hand, and with only a trace of internal strength, he held up the boat with a little difficulty, and the boat made a spin in the center of the river, and then slowly leaned towards the south bank.

And at this moment, Ye Yinfeng only felt that his pole was under some resistance, a huge resistance surged from the pole, and then a figure jumped up from the surging river. But it was a person wrapped in a black water skin coat, and the cold light flashed in this person's hand, and his body shot towards the Shen Zhongxia who was meditating and healing. Ye Yinfeng was shocked, but he didn't expect that there was an ambush in this river.

In a hurry, he hurriedly raised the pole and swept towards the black-clothed man, but the black-clothed man shot two murderous glances from his eyes, and the blade in his hand slashed. The pole in Ye Yinfeng's hand was immediately in the hands of the other party

The blade was cut off, and was interfered by Ye Yinfeng, but the man in black leather couldn't get close to Shen Zhongxia, and his body fell into the river. Soon the river was calm again, but Ye Yinfeng knew that the man must be lurking underwater.

The lonely boat kept spinning on the river, and there were whirlpools everywhere on the river, and the pole in Ye Yinfeng's hand was only half of it, and he helplessly rowed the boat with the pole. There was no spare oars on the boat, and he could only use the pole as a paddle, but he still had to pay attention to the black man under the water from time to time. Shen Zhongxia seemed to have entered a critical moment, his eyes were tightly closed, and the breath around his body couldn't help but linger.

The surface of the river was covered with whirlpools, and the person under the water still did not appear, Ye Yinfeng stared at the surroundings of the boat with his eyes. The surging river rolled up one wave after another, but Ye Yinfeng was extremely nervous, at this time, because he was overly concentrated, he didn't notice that a wisp of his divine consciousness shot into the bottom of the water, as soon as he entered the bottom, he felt a burst of dizziness in his brain, and he only felt as if he was surging under the water.

After a few breaths, Ye Yinfeng slowly closed his eyes, he spread all his divine sense, and several wisps of divine consciousness dived into the bottom of the water, and the feeling of discomfort weakened. The divine consciousness that dived under the water transmitted the situation under the water back into his mind, he felt a black shadow slashing towards his left, he subconsciously raised the pole and stabbed towards the black shadow, and soon there was a resistance from the pole, and he felt the pole stabbing the black shadow.

With a "whew", the black shadow came out of the water from the bottom of the water, and the murderous gaze was replaced by an incredible look, but the next moment, the pole in Ye Yinfeng's hand once again swept towards the black-clothed man with his head exposed. The black-clothed man took a deep breath before the pole in Ye Yinfeng's hand could reach it, and sank to the bottom of the river again. Ye Yinfeng suddenly opened his eyes, and at this time he entered an ethereal state, and his divine consciousness once again probed into the bottom of the water.

With a "bang", the pole in Ye Yinfeng's hand stabbed the black shadow approaching the left of the boat with great accuracy, and the man in black leather seemed to arouse his murderous instinct. He rushed out directly from the bottom of the water, raised the blade in his hand and began to stab at Ye Yinfeng, and Ye Yinfeng slashed at the black-clothed man in a graceful arc with a stroke in his hand. "Zheng" There was a metallic resonance, and a huge counterattack almost knocked Ye Yinfeng down.

"Oops" Ye Yinfeng couldn't help but exhale secretly in his heart, this time the hard fight exposed his weakness, just with the trace of true qi in his inner body, it was impossible to fight hard with that assassin. And under that hard resistance, the man in black also knew Ye Yinfeng's weakness. "It turned out to be just a guy pretending to be a ghost." The black-clothed man said gloomily, he was no longer afraid of Ye Yinfeng, he was like a cunning fish in the river, and he kept circling around the boat.

But Ye Yinfeng was pale face, the man in black leather knew his own details, and his internal strength could not defeat the other party at all. In his judgment, this black-clothed man was at least a master of the Innate Realm, and with his current internal strength cultivation, he was not enough to compete with a Master of the Innate Realm. He held the pole in his left hand and the bladeless iron sword in his right hand, looking at the black-clothed man swimming on the river with fear.

Soon, the black leather coat rushed up from the surface of the river, only to see that the cold mangs in his hands were more prosperous and vigorous, and he rushed towards Ye Yinfeng unscrupulously. The iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand was raised, and the sword light Huo Huo stabbed towards the black-clothed man, and with a "bell", the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand was blocked by the black-clothed personality, but Ye Yinfeng's body was hit by a huge impact, and he fell on top of the boat.

Just as Ye Yinfeng fell, he saw that on the opposite bank of the river, a handsome young man rode his horse and raised his bow to aim at the back vest of the man in black leather.