Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Yang Tiansheng flew up to Li Jincheng's side, patted Li Jincheng's shoulder vigorously and said with a smile: Okay, Boss Li, Yang Laoer didn't make you my friend in vain!

Li Jincheng couldn't stop laughing and said truthfully: If you didn't come, I would have thought about how to escape unscathed... I was just thinking about venting my anger on Yang Laoer, and I had no intention of really fighting with the court.

If you can do this, you are already a good friend!

Yang Tiansheng put his arms around his shoulders and spoke in an extremely serious tone with an understatement: As the old saying goes, it's easy to add icing on the cake, but it's difficult to provide help when the time is right? A friend in need is a friend indeed!

The two brothers moved forward together to face the huge oncoming fleet, and their eyes could clearly see the Dongchang fans walking on the few merchant ships in the front.

Li Jincheng silently tightened the bright silver gun in his hand, tilted his head and said softly: After this incident, our Lianlianwu may really have to take refuge in your Mingjiao. What you said before still counts, right?

Yang Tiansheng clapped his chest and promised: As a matter of fact, I will nail you every step of the way!

Li Jincheng smiled and exhaled: Then we two brothers will join forces to kill him today and turn the world upside down!

Yang Tiansheng: Nothing wrong!

The two of them stepped forward and jumped up.

At this moment, a figure with shining golden light flashed past the two people's heads. He drew a thirty-meter sword in the air like a horse, and slashed through the Dongchuang ship rushing forward.

The blood spurted out like mist, and the flags fell like clouds.

The merchant ship that was flying majestically at the front with flags flying a second ago plunged into the clear river like a fallen war horse, causing a cloud of muddy mud.

The golden light dissipated, and Yang Ge's bleak back, dressed in a loose black robe with flowing skirts, appeared in the sight of Yang Tiansheng and Li Jincheng.

He stepped on a wooden board, held up the cold moon knife and pointed at the more than 20 large ships crowded on the river like a dense forest in front of him, and asked slowly: I will only ask once: Who dug it? My grandfather’s grave, if you answer, a bunch of people will die, if you don’t answer, all of them will die!

His tone was not high-pitched, but his voice was like rolling spring thunder, traveling for miles across the open river.

When his words fell, the whole world seemed to fall into silence.

Thousands of eyes looked at his pitch-black figure from afar, their pupils shrank sharply, and they opened their mouths and lost their voices.

One man stood face to face with more than 20 large ships of 10,000 tons with one sword. He was obviously as small as a mantis carrying a cart, but at this moment he stood tall like a giant!

On the side of the officers and soldiers, even Shen Fa, who had vowed last night, I expected him to give me this face, felt inexplicably guilty at this moment... How can such a red-eyed reckless man give people face?

No answer?

Yang Ge tilted his head and asked softly with a smile.

His voice was obviously as soft as a joke between friends, but everyone on the officers and soldiers felt their hearts palpitating, as if an invisible big hand was pinching their hearts, and it was about to burst in the next second.

In this situation, even Yang Tiansheng, who has always joined in the fun and is not afraid of big troubles, feels that this matter is too big... If Yang Laoer really wants to overthrow the six major law enforcement agencies of the Wei Dynasty, the inner and outer courts, the old Zhao family will still Don't you have to squeeze out all the energy to suck the milk and beat Yang Laoer to death?

He hurriedly stepped forward, put his hands in front of his mouth and shouted loudly: Yang Laoer, the people who dug your ancestral grave are from Dongchang!

Dongchang?

As soon as Yang Ge raised his eyes, the next second he rolled up a bright stream of Gengjin Zhenqi and fired it at the four merchant ships flying the Dongchang flag.

The Dongchang fans on the merchant ship woke up from a dream, and countless crossbows set off a wave of arrows, heading towards Yang Ge.

So at the same time, two figures, one red and one purple, exuding a dim light of true energy, roared and rose into the sky, following the rain of arrows to face Yang Ge.

It must be said that Huang Jin has crazy capital, and Dongchang has two masters of the Guizhen level including himself, so he is indeed not afraid of the top masters of the Twelve Hao level.

It should be noted that the definition of the top masters in the Jianghu Heroes Ranking is: the strongest in the true world, less than a grandmaster.

Within the same level, no matter how strong they are, there is hardly any qualitative difference.

If there is no qualitative gap, the advantage can be made up by quantity.

Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for even a top twelve master to quickly kill a Guizhen master with just three or five moves.

If you can't kill quickly, your fists will be greatly restricted against your four hands. Even if you want to win, it's still not difficult, but it's even more difficult to kill your opponent...

None of Yang Ge's existing intelligence indicates that his combat power has exceeded the level of the Twelve Heroes.

Even fewer people know how his martial arts has improved with each passing day.

Then, I saw the thirty-meter-long sword light reappearing, pulling a gorgeous sword flower in the air. After a wave of arrows swept across the sky, it suddenly accelerated, and the lightning-fast sword hit the red figure in the middle.

The arrow had just soared into the sky. The master of Dongchang Guizhen, who neither expected that Yang Ge could break through the rain of arrows so easily nor that Yang Ge's sword energy would suddenly reach this point, was caught off guard and ate him alive. With one knife, Yang Ge split him into two pieces on the spot, causing blood to rain all over the sky, and then fell back to the ship with two clatters.

The purple figure who luckily escaped with his life was heartbroken when he saw this. He immediately dissipated his outward energy, revealing a round and fat figure. He turned around and fled back to the ship without looking back... He is so tall. The odds of winning the lottery were exactly what Huang Jin got.

But unfortunately, when he was condensing his energy and hiding his edge, he revealed his red four-clawed python robe.

Python robe?

Without thinking, Yang Ge chased him into the boat with a knife.

After a huge commotion that shook the entire ship, Yang Ge rolled up a stream of Gengjin Qi and blasted the deck into the sky, with a bloody round-faced human head in his hand.

This scene immediately made the imperial masters on other ships who were eager to rush to help tremble. The zhenqi that was about to be released immediately retracted into the Dantian like a frightened snail. Here... I don't dare to show my head, I don't dare to show my head at all!

rise!

Yang Ge, who was holding the dead man's head and standing in the air, shouted loudly. In an instant, dozens of trembling Dongchang fans took off their oxtail knives and flew into the air, floating around Yang Ge. At a glance, there were at least five Ten handfuls!

broken!

Yang Ge raised his head and roared, his hair rope spread out, his hair was wild and wild.

Keng...

Dozens of oxtail knives shattered into countless pieces.

go!

Yang Ge pointed his sword at the four Dongchang ships below. The fragments of the sword body in the sky instantly gathered into a flying knife frenzy. The golden light shone like a waterfall and fell down. It was as agile as a giant python circling the four Dongchang ships. Going back and forth, wherever it passed, the boat shattered like tofu, and a humanoid creature turned into a pile of broken limbs and corpses.

More than five hundred Dongchang fans died in a dozen breaths!

There wasn't even half a decent amount of resistance!

Bang.

Yang Ge landed heavily on the berth of a ship that was about to capsize. His red eyes looked at the dozens of imperial ships in front of him. He jumped up and once again rolled up the cold Gengjin Qi and swept towards the dozens of imperial ships. Court ship.

Yang Tiansheng, who was still in a daze at the back, suddenly came to his senses when he saw this, and said in a voiceless voice: Damn it, are you serious!

Li Jincheng was also trembling slightly, with goosebumps visible on his face: Is he...he...is he among the masters?

Yang Tiansheng shuddered, shook his head vigorously, jumped up, and clicked on the wooden boards on the ground a few times like an eagle swooping for food. He then chased after Yang Ge: Yang Laoer, calm down. Calm down!

Behind him, Li Jincheng, who was swimming like a fish in the water, also shouted at the top of his lungs: Yang Laoer, the people in Dongchang are already dead, don't kill them, we can't end the situation... …”

In that compartment, Yang Ge, who had already rushed to the boat flying the flag of the Inspectorate and went on a killing spree, turned a deaf ear and chopped down the swaying figures one after another with his knife like mowing grass.

The officials and family members on other ships were so frightened that they did not even dare to go under the cabin. They threw away their weapons and jumped into the river...

For a moment, it was like dumplings had fallen on the Bianhe River, and there were moving heads everywhere.

Xiuyiwei and Xichang's men, who had long expected that Yang Ge would come to kill, were at the rear of the Sixth Division. At this moment, Shen Fa had jumped onto the Xichang ship and was pushing Wei Heng forward desperately: You hurry up and entangle him. If you teach him to continue killing like this, no one here today will survive. He will have to go to Beijing when it's over...

Wei Heng held the mast tightly, shaking his head like a rattle: If the Zajia family doesn't go, no way, who the hell can withstand this? The Zajia family practices the golden bell shield, not the Spring and Autumn Immortality Kung Fu!

Shen Fa jumped up and down anxiously: If you don't go, who will? If I can withstand it, I will go by myself!

Wei Heng: Why can't you go? Aren't you two friends? If you go, he will definitely not kill you!

Shen Fa: That guy is so jealous, who else does he recognize...

At this point, he paused, and the two looked at each other, then let go and hurriedly began to pull off their belts and python robes.

While the two were talking, Yang Ge, who had already emptied the Inspectorate's boat, jumped onto the Punishment Department's boat.

Just when he raised the Lengyue knife and started killing the criminal heads on the boat who were still holding on to the oxtail knife and fighting to the death, a flower-haired figure in a purple python robe suddenly rushed out from the deck and punched Smashed into Yang Ge's face.

Yang Ge happily waved his sword to meet him.

clang……

There was a loud collision of gold and iron, as heavy as a bell, and Yang Ge flew out, breaking the mast and flying out of the deck.

The figure with gray hair clung closely to his figure, and the shadows of his fists were as dense as a storm, covering Yang Ge's vitals.

Yang Ge shook his hands and smashed the dead head out of his hand. He swung the knife with both hands and hit it quickly. The knife was as fast as lightning and weighed more than a thousand pounds.

Bang.

The two fell into the river, kicking up a cloud of muddy river bottom mud.

This sudden scene interrupted the ongoing actions of everyone present.

Wei Heng, who had half of his python robe taken off, recalled the familiar figure from behind and said in a voiceless voice: Fifth Master?

When Shen Fa heard the sound and was about to step forward to ask, he saw the purple-robed old man who had just fallen into the river break through the river and rise into the sky, landing on the boat of the Criminal Department. He raised his hands and looked down at the turbulent river with a gloomy expression... …His fists behind his back were bleeding.

Shen Fa looked at the four-clawed black dragon on the purple-robed old man's robe from a distance, and immediately reacted: Yu Ma Si?

At the right time, Yang Tiansheng, who had chased him near the muddy river, also recognized the four-clawed black dragon on the purple-robed old man. His heart suddenly went cold, and he lost his voice and said: It's over, it's the old immortal from the Yuma Division...

Li Jincheng, who had caught up with Yang Tiansheng, heard the second half of the sentence and was confused. Just as he was about to ask Yang Tiansheng what Yuma Si was, he saw the purple-robed old man on the bow of the boat looking towards him expressionlessly.

He was startled, grabbed Yang Tiansheng, turned around and got into the water.

The purple-robed old man in that compartment moved, turned into a black light and shot towards him.

But just as the purple-robed old man was passing by the muddy river, five beams of light suddenly burst out of the swollen river.

When the purple-robed old man who was about to chase Yang Tiansheng and Li Jincheng saw these five light pillars, Yan Hui, who was extremely nimble, turned back to the Ministry of Punishment ship and looked at the five light pillars in front of him with a solemn expression: gold, cyan. , blue, red, yellow.

After the five light pillars shone for a few breaths, they turned into a thick black light pillar, rolling up a vortex on the black surface.

In the center of the whirlpool, Yang Ge, who was dressed in rags like a hundred clothes and with a face as pale as lime, stepped onto the river step by step with the Lengyue knife in hand.

He raised his head and stared intently at the purple-robed old man on the bow of the boat, his eyes as red as blood with not even a trace of the white of his eyes visible: Grandmaster?

The purple-robed old man narrowed his eyes, chuckled and said slowly in the old man's characteristic earnest tone: Young man, it is not the wise man's fault to self-destruct!

My way...

Yang Ge chuckled and said, You're going to destroy it if you say you're going to destroy it?

The old man in purple robe pondered for a moment, then said in a bachelor's voice: You've killed the man, and you've vented your anger. Let's end it here and let bygones be bygones, how about that?

Not really.

Yang Ge still had a smile on his face: The wrongdoer has his owner, and the debtor has his owner. They are just tools at most, and the real owner hasn't even lost a hair!

The old man in purple robe spread his hands: He just wanted to put on a show for the world to see. He didn't want to dig up your family's ancestral graves. It was that bitch Huang Jin who made his own decision. He was also surprised. He sent the Za family here just to let you know. Get out of trouble!

oh?

Yang Ge pointed at himself, and the gray beam of light above his head gradually fell back into his body, and finally there was a trace of blood on his face: Is this how you make people retreat when faced with difficulties?

The old man in purple robe said with a moderate smile: Of course, you must have the qualifications to retreat when you are faced with difficulties, what do you think?

That's right!

Yang Ge nodded, slowly raised the Leng Yue sword, and held the handle with both hands: To retreat when faced with difficulties, you must have the qualifications to retreat when faced with difficulties...

The old man in purple robe looked at the knife in his hand, his eyes narrowed to a slit: Young man, the Zajia have long been tired of living at this age. It's not worth it for you to trade your life with the Zajia!

Look what you said...

The smile on Yang Ge's face gradually turned ferocious: Who hasn't gotten tired of living yet?

Now, the promised second update...