Bidding farewell to the father and son, leaving Leshan, Jiang Chen rested for one night in a nearby village and town, and asked the villagers about the route the next day, and then went straight to Leyang Town, because he was going there to visit one of the most legendary masters in today's rivers and lakes, although the other party had retired from the rivers and lakes for a long time.

Jiang Chen was originally light and skillful, after strengthening the immortal demon body with unicorn blood, his body was even stronger, and he traveled long distances, without horses, all the way, until dusk, he arrived at the bank of the Min River, although it was late, but at the ferry, there were still more than a dozen people gathered, waiting anxiously for the ferry.

A moment later, on the river in the distance, a ferry boat slowly came, and the people waiting on the ferry couldn't help but show a little joy when they saw this, but between the joy, they were a little anxious, and kept shouting: "Boatman, boatman, come here, someone here wants to cross the river!"

"Okay!" the boatman was an old man, and when he heard someone shouting, he immediately responded, and hurriedly propped up the boat, although he looked old, but he held up the boat, it was still fast and steady, and in a short time, he came to the front, and the boat carried two passengers, one large and one small, the big one was a middle-aged man, dressed in black, and the younger one was a teenager, dressed in white, and carrying a sheathed sword in his hand.

At this moment, most of the people on the shore focused on the old man who was supporting the boat, but Jiang Chen's attention was on the two passengers, one big and one small, although the long sword in the hand of the white-clothed young man had not been unsheathed, but Jiang Chen knew that it must be a good sword, a good sword that was not under Chilin and Huolin, as for the middle-aged man, he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Master, definitely a master! Jiang Chen asked himself that his martial arts were not bad, even if he was the first commander of the Shangnan Lin Sword, he had never shown weakness by half a point, but at this moment, just looking at the middle-aged man from afar, he couldn't help but move his sword intent, and the Chilin Sword in his hand also let out a slight tremble.

The middle-aged man also seemed to be aware of Jiang Chen's gaze sword intent, and looked over without a trace, two people, four eyes, separated by a distance of several zhang, in mid-air, blazing intersecting, silently, it was already an unknown strange confrontation.

"The boat is coming, the ship is coming!" Seeing the boat arrive at the river, the boat was docked, and the people waiting for the boat on the shore all walked towards the boat, but Jiang Chen stood still.

Traveling through the four reincarnation worlds, the middle-aged man in front of him was definitely the strongest person he had ever met, a powerful existence that was even enough to rival the mythical beast Fire Qilin!

Leading the young man in white, the middle-aged man slowly walked down from the boat, just like the Nanlin Sword Head Broken Shuai that Jiang Chen had encountered before, he looked at Jiang Chen, and also looked at the Chilin in Jiang Chen's hand, as if he sensed something, and then, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

A shout full of panic and anxiety came from afar, and immediately, I saw a group of people in tattered clothes rushing to the pipeline, about a dozen blue-shaped, protecting more than 30 old and weak women and children, all with yellow muscles and thin muscles, as if they were fleeing from the famine, but as if they were fleeing.

Sure enough, before the group could run to the shore, there was a rumbling sound of horses' hooves, and dozens of fast horses chased after the group in the blink of an eye, insolent and murderous, violently swept away.

"Oh no! The people of the Tianxia Association are chasing after you!" The panicked crowd, the crying baby, before they had time to reach the shore, dozens of Tianxia Guild gangs had already ridden their horses to catch up.

Among the dozens of horsemen who chased him, the leader was a tall bald man, his eyes were full of fierce light, and he said in a calm voice: "Run, why don't you run? Dare to disobey the orders of the Tianxia Association and refuse to pay taxes, and now I know that it is too late to be afraid?!"

"Spare our lives, we didn't mean to disobey the orders of the Tianxia Association, it's just that there is a big drought this year, the harvest in the field is not good, we really can't afford to pay taxes, I beg you, let us go, please!" Seeing that he was being caught up, in the fleeing team, an old man couldn't help but beg for mercy, but, before he could finish speaking, he saw a long knife flashing with a dazzling cold light had pierced his chest.

"Poof!" There was a soft sound, and the long knife ran through his body, and suddenly blood splattered, staining the old man's chest red, and the shadow of blood, fear, and death gradually filled the hearts of this group of fleeing people.

"Haha" The bald man pulled out a long knife, let the blood splash on his face, and laughed hideously: "See, this is the end of the world against us!" At that moment, his eyes were cold, falling on the rest of the people, and his mouth burst out: "Kill me, don't leave a single one!"

The desperate gaze, the terrifying sword light, everything, was shrouded in the shadow of death, and at the moment when the fierce world would help the people rush to the front, suddenly, a childish shout full of anger:

"Stop!"

Jiang Chen subconsciously looked towards the source of the voice, but saw that the person who spoke was the white-clothed young man who accompanied the middle-aged man in black, he smiled in his heart and silently suppressed the intention to make a move.

At this time, the young man had already jumped in a few leaps, blocking in front of the dozens of people who rode the world, and condemned with righteous words in his mouth: "How can you kill innocents indiscriminately?!"

What a righteous and enthusiastic middle school boy! Jiang Chen laughed in his heart, and then glanced at the middle-aged man in black next to him with deep meaning, his eyes full of playful abuse.

Although the middle-aged man was aware of Jiang Chen's gaze, he didn't pay much attention to it, just a pair of eyes, staring at the young man in white tightly, his eyes were full of concern and love.

"Boy, who are you? Do you dare to take care of the affairs of our Tianxia Society, are you impatient?!" Also staring at the white-clothed young man was the dozens of gangs who rode the Tianxia Association, the bald man spoke in a deep voice, and between his words, he was full of anger, although the white-clothed young man showed extraordinary skills, but he relied on the support of the world in the back, obviously without much fear.

"Yes, dare to take care of the affairs of the World Association, don't you want to live?!" The people of the World Association couldn't help but shout for it, and between the words, there were many insults, just because in recent years, the World Association has grown stronger and stronger, and it has almost occupied the entire northern martial arts.

"The world?" the white-clothed young man subconsciously frowned, but then there was an arrogant snort: "What's wrong with the world, can the world's society kill innocents casually?

Hearing the young man's words, the people in the world would help the people without waiting for him to finish, so they couldn't help laughing out loud, and the bald man said even more hideously: "Stinky boy, it's boring and long-winded, since you like to meddle so much, today Lao Tzu will kill you first, come on, give it to me!"

"Yes!" shouted, only to see more than ten Tianxia Guild gangs on the left and right suddenly jumped up from horseback, the sword in his hand was unsheathed, and went straight to the white-clothed young man to kill, as the first major sect in the northern martial arts, the Tianxia Guild Gangs are naturally not mediocre hands, this group of more than a dozen people joins forces, it is more powerful.

The young man in white wanted to dissuade the other party from killing innocents indiscriminately, but he didn't expect the other party to say that he would do it, and the target was still himself, he was shocked at the moment, but he quickly came back to his senses, and in the face of the siege of more than a dozen people, he raised his eyebrows, raised his hand, and drew his sword out of the sheath.

"Zheng—"

Shocked by a high sword roar, the vast bright breath suddenly rushed into the sky, the young man held the sword in his hand, and suddenly the breath around his body changed greatly, between the hands, the sword was in the direction, only to hear the "clanging" A staggered sharp sound, more than ten people who came to besiege him hurriedly retreated, and the blade in his hand was only half of it.

Seeing this, the bald man couldn't help but widen his eyes, and after half a ring, he seemed to think of something, not only was he not afraid, but laughed and said: "No wonder you kid dares to meddle in things, it turns out that you have such a magic weapon in your hand, and if you know each other, hurry up and hand over the sword, Lao Tzu may also consider sparing your life!"

"It's up to you, and you deserve this sword in my hand!" The young man in white sneered, turned his hand, and turned the blade of the sword, although he was young, he also had his own bearing.

The bald man snorted coldly, immediately turned over and dismounted, led dozens of subordinates to help the people, and forced forward violently: "Toast and don't eat and drink, stinky boy, it seems that you are really impatient." As he spoke, a long knife in his hand suddenly broke through the air and went straight to the young man in white to cut off his head!

The young man in white was not afraid of danger, his feet progressed, his body moved, and he lightly let go of the knife, and then, the sword in his hand turned skillfully, and he stabbed at the wrist of the bald man holding the sword. The bald man didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly returned the knife and slashed horizontally, but in the end, he still underestimated the power of the sword in the young man's hand, and in surprise, the long knife in his hand had been cut off by half, and before he could react, the tip of the young man's sword had already reached his throat.

"You" looked at the face, a miscalculation was suppressed, the bald man felt the chill transmitted from the tip of the sword in his throat, and for a while, cold sweat flowed on his forehead, he knew that this time he was afraid that he was in a catastrophe, but he never thought that at this moment, the young man in white withdrew his sword, and snorted coldly: "I don't want to kill, don't get out of here!"

"Thank you for your mercy, I'll get out, I'll get out" accidentally escaped with his life, the bald man responded again and again, looking as if he had been frightened, but in fact, when he spoke, there was a faint ruthlessness in his eyes, just at the moment when the young man in white relaxed his vigilance, he suddenly slashed out with a palm, and the young man in white was caught off guard, and he saw that the palm was imminent, suddenly