Chishui is very wide, not to mention that the river is bursting now!

The waves in the upper reaches roar down, giving people a thrilling feeling of facing thousands of troops.

One after another, the waves slammed into the body of the boat, and the wooden hull creaked and would fall apart at any time.

A flat boat, in the raging and turbid river, will fall apart at any time, but the person who operates the boat is still stable and calm, as if he is strolling leisurely, showing the demeanor of a grandmaster.

Compared with Yan Liulang, Chen Hao is of course more magnanimous, he stands on the head of the boat with a flat face, his clothes are floating, he is hunted by the wind, and he is still immobile in the face of turbulent waves.

Hiss!

Suddenly, the young man of Yan Liulang shook the pulp in his hand, and the entire hull of the ship immediately spun in the middle of the river, and finally stopped violently in the center, motionless.

The pulp of the ship tore through the river, making a sound like a sword breaking through the air to kill.

With this force, the huge tendons bulged out on his coarse cloth clothes, as if a python was hidden in the clothes, but after a hard time, the tendons immediately sank, and the whole person was loose.

His martial arts seemed to burst out with strong power only suddenly, and then they were all hidden.

When the boat heard about it, Yan Shishilang smiled suddenly, and said: "I heard that the prince of Pingxi, the martial arts are all over the sky, and he has single-handedly pacified the four major cults, which is really majestic, we little people, have heard the prestige of the prince of Pingxi for a long time, and I also want to see the demeanor of the prince of Pingxi, I don't know if it is possible?" ”

Chen Hao said lightly: "It's okay to see, but if you are accidentally killed by this king, then you can't complain about this king." ”

Yan Sixteen Lang laughed and said: "Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, we will never resent the prince of Pingxi, the prince of Pingxi is careful." ”

As soon as his words fell, he saw that in the turbulent red water, under the few large driftwood that had just floated past, suddenly sank downward, and there were seven or eight black shadows among them, and with the power of the driftwood, they suddenly jumped and stabbed towards the boat!

The sword light burst out, straight as a line, and there was a deep cold! Condensed like a line, as strong as ice, with a slick of killing intent, he stabbed directly towards Chen Hao!

Goshawk hits the rabbit! White rainbow through the sun!

Seven or eight sword lights, seven or eight killers, actually lurking in the huge waves of driftwood, suddenly bounced up, exploded the sword to kill, without a little warning in advance, and this attack and killing, there was no means left at all.

Even Chen Hao felt a tragic feeling of no return, which was heartwarming!

In these sword lights, there is a great courage to sacrifice oneself to kill the enemy!

This spirit of courage is condensed in the martial arts, and the ghosts and immortals are afraid that they will all retreat!

"Get out!"

In the face of these thunderous sword lights, Chen Hao shouted loudly, and the surging sound was like a roar of gathering and a tiger.

The people who stabbed Chen Hao, after hearing this sound, directly spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell into the red water, like a kite that suddenly broke its string.

But the strange thing is that from beginning to end, these eight people did not make a sound, let alone scream, not even snorting. As soon as he entered the water, it was as if he was dead, and the scales fell into the water, and there was not a single bubble.

"It lives up to the name of the Assassin." Faced with this situation, Chen Hao couldn't help but praise.

At this moment, suddenly, in the water at the bow of the boat, a huge blister burst open, and one of the figures, like a dragon, rose up, and a sword light in his hand emitted a strong dazzling essence light, piercing Chen Hao's throat!

This figure has a majestic and tragic atmosphere, like an evil dragon that disturbs the heart of the river and launches a great flood.

Such masters are at least the pinnacle of martial arts.

Fortunately, it was Chen Hao who faced this person, if it was Lu Feiyan, Concubine Yuan and others who faced this person, I am afraid that they would be killed with one blow.

Think about it, how powerful is the peak powerhouse of the Martial Saint, desperate and desperate, how powerful is the explosive blow? I'm afraid that the strong people below the three thunder tribulations will be finished in an instant.

This martial saint's sword is very fast, and it is also very ruthless, it can be described as fast as lightning and as fierce as a wolf.

But he was fast, Chen Hao was faster than him, just when his long sword was about to stab Chen Hao's throat, Chen Hao moved, he just flashed lightly, dodged the long sword that was as fast as a meteor, and then punched the man in the chest.

"Bang!"

The sound of the fist was like thunder, as heavy as Mount Tai, and under one punch, this strong man at the peak of the martial saint was actually beaten alive by Chen Hao, and the flesh and blood were sprinkled all over and fell into the water, dyeing the nearby waters into blood red.

The blood of the martial saint is not comparable to the blood of mortals, it can refine medicine, and taking it can prolong life and greatly improve skills.

Moreover, the body of the martial saint can also refine magic weapons, magic weapons, and spiritual weapons used by martial arts powerhouses.

"Elder Yan......"

Seeing that this martial saint powerhouse was unexpectedly blown up by Chen Hao's punch, Yan Sixteen Lang couldn't help shouting, and then looked at Chen Hao with a sad and angry face.

This martial saint powerhouse is called Yan Kai, he is a very qualified assassin in the Assassin Dao Alliance, and the strong people who have died in his hands over the years are five human immortals, thirteen ghost immortals, and among these thirteen ghost immortals, half of them are powerful ghost immortals who have survived the thunder tribulation.

Chen Hao shook his head and said lightly: "This is your own fault, no wonder this king, besides, this king has already said it, even if this king accidentally kills you, you can't complain about this king." ”

"Okay, I don't complain about the prince of Pingxi." Yan Liulang almost gritted his teeth and said, the sound seemed to be about to break his teeth.

When he had finished speaking, he rocked the boat again.

This time nothing happened in the middle, the boat quickly crossed the red water, and after the two of them got off the boat, suddenly there seemed to be someone waiting for a long time on the shore, dozens of slaves came up, and more than a dozen sedan chairs were placed on the shore.

Originally, the sedan chair could only be sat by officials if it lifted people, but this group of assassins didn't take it seriously at all, and it was a matter of course. At the same time, it also showed the strong strength of the Chizhou Thorn Dao Alliance, and even the government had to open one eye and close one eye.

Seeing that there were only Yan Liulang and Chen Hao, these servants all looked at Yan Liulang.

Yan Sixteen Lang said with a cold face: "Don't ask too much, leave immediately." With that, he got into one of the palanquins.

Chen Hao didn't say anything, and went directly into a sedan chair.

After the two of them entered the sedan chair, the servants set them up and went to the Assassin League.

The sedan chair is very stable, the people who carry the sedan chair are samurai, and the gestures are extremely smooth, and even the tea in the sedan chair will not spill out.

After about half an hour, the sedan chair stopped

When Chen Hao walked out of the sedan chair, he saw a huge mountain city appear in his eyes.

This is the "Thorn Dao Alliance", a mountain city where hundreds of sword-forging families have united to cultivate, and it is also a gate sect, which has a long history compared to the Daluo School in Nanzhou, which can be traced back to the era of the medieval princes, and the history of the Great Zen Temple is almost the same.