Farewell to the father and son of the family and left Leshan. Jiang Chen rested in a nearby village for a night. The next day, he asked the villagers about the route and immediately headed towards Leyang Town because he wanted to visit the most legendary peerless master in the world today. Although the other party had retired for a long time.

Jiang Chen was originally very skilled in light skills. After using Qilin blood to strengthen the immortal demon body, his body was even stronger. He rushed to the long distance without a horse. He walked all the way and arrived at the banks of the Minjiang River at dusk. Although it was already late, there were still more than a dozen people gathered at the ferry, waiting anxiously for the ferry.

A moment later, a ferry slowly sailed over the river surface in the distance. When the people at the ferry saw this, they couldn't help but show a little joy. But in the joy, they were a little anxious, and kept shouting: "Boardman, boatman, come here quickly, someone here wants to cross the river!"

"Okay!" The boatman was an old man. He heard someone shouting, and immediately responded and rushed over. Although he looked old, he was still fast and steady when he supported the boat. Soon, he arrived near. The boat was carrying two passengers, one big and one small. The older one was a middle-aged man in black, and the younger one was a teenager in his teens, wearing white clothes, and carrying a long sheathed sword in his hand.

At this moment, most people on the shore focused on the old man who was raising 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 young man in white had not been unsheathed, Jiang Chen knew that it must be a good sword, a good sword not under the Chilin and Fire Lin. As for the middle-aged man, he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

A master is definitely a master! Jiang Chen asked himself that his martial arts skills were not bad, and even when he faced Nanlin's sword head Duan Shuai, he had never shown any weakness. But at this moment, just watching the middle-aged man from afar, he couldn't help but move the sword intent, and the Red Lin sword in his hand also trembled slightly.

The middle-aged man seemed to have noticed Jiang Chen's gaze and looked over without a trace. The two people, four gazes, intersected fiercely in the air several meters away, and silently had an unknown strange confrontation.

"The boat is here, the boat is here!" Seeing that the boat arrived at the riverside, stopped the boat and waited for the boat, all the people waiting for the boat on the shore walked towards the boat, but Jiang Chen Ning stood still.

Traveling through the four reincarnation worlds, the middle-aged man in front of him is definitely the strongest man he has encountered, a powerful existence that is even enough to compete with the mythical beast Fire Kirin!

Leading the boy in white, the middle-aged man slowly walked off the boat, just like the Nanlin sword head Duan Shuai that Jiang Chen had encountered before. He looked at Jiang Chen and also at the Chi Lin in Jiang Chen's hand, as if he had sensed something. Then, he couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"Boatman! Boatman! Wait for us..." A cry of panic came from a distance. Then, a group of hunched people rushed over from the pipe, about a dozen blue-shaped people, protecting more than 30 elderly, weak women and children, all of whom were pale and thin, as if they were fleeing famine, but as if they were fleeing.

Sure enough, before the group could reach the shore, a rumbling sound of horse hooves came from behind. Dozens of fast horses chased the group in the blink of an eye, and the murderous aura swept violently.

"No! People from the World Association are chasing me!" The panicked crowd and the crying baby were not too late to reach the shore. Dozens of World Association gangs have already rode their horses to chase them.

Among the dozens of cavalry chased, the leader was a tall bald man with fierce eyes overflowing with his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Run, why don't you run away? You dare to disobey the orders of the World Council and refuse to pay taxes. Now I realize that I'm afraid, is it too late to keep going?!"

"Give me your life, we are not intentionally disobeying the orders of the World Council. It's just that this year's drought is severe and the harvest in the fields is not good. We really can't pay taxes. Please, let us go, please...ah!" Seeing that we were caught up, an old man couldn't help but beg for mercy in the escape team. However, before he could finish his words, a long sword with dazzling cold light had already pierced into his chest.

"Puchi!" With a light sound, the long sword penetrated his body, and blood suddenly splashed, dyeing the old man's chest red, bloody, fear, and the shadow of death gradually filled the hearts of these escaped people.

"Haha..." The bald man pulled out his long sword and let the blood splatter on his face. He laughed hideously: "Did you see it? This is the end of the world that will go against our world!" At that moment, his eyes fell on the remaining people, and he shouted: "Kill me, no one left!"

The desperate eyes, the terrifying sword light, everything was shrouded in the shadow of death. Just as the fierce world would gang members rushed to the forefront, suddenly, a tender shout full of anger:

"stop!"

Jiang Chen subconsciously looked at the source of the sound, but saw that the person who made the voice was the boy in white who was accompanied by the middle-aged man in black. He smiled in his heart and silently suppressed his plan to take action.

At this time, the young man was already leaping a few times, blocking the dozens of gang members of the cavalry world, and condemned righteously: "How can you kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

What a righteous and passionate middle-aged boy! Jiang Chen felt funny in his heart, and then he glanced at the middle-aged man in black next to him with a meaningful look, his eyes full of teasing.

Although the middle-aged man noticed Jiang Chen's gaze, he did not pay much attention to it. He just stared at the boy in white, his eyes full of concern and care.

"Boy, who are you? Do you dare to care about our Tianxiahui? Are you impatient to live?!" Also staring at the young man in white, there were dozens of gang members of the Tianxiahui. The bald man spoke in a deep voice, and his words were full of anger. Although the young man in white showed extraordinary skills just now, he obviously did not have much fear because he had Tianxiahui to support him.

"Yes, do you dare to care about the affairs of the World Club, don't you want to live anymore?" The members of the World Club gang couldn't help but shouted for it. There were many insults in their words, just because in recent years, the World Club has grown stronger and almost occupied the entire northern martial arts world. These members of the World Club gangs naturally became arrogant.

"Tianxiahui?" The young man in white subconsciously frowned, but then he snorted arrogantly: "What's wrong with the Tianxiahui? Can the Tianxiahui kill innocent people at will? The so-called "doing more unrighteous things will kill you..."

Hearing the words of the young man, the crowd of the world's gang members couldn't help laughing out loud before he could finish his words. The bald man said even more ferociously: "Boy, it's so tedious. Since you like meddling in other people's business, I'll kill you first today. Come on, come on, come on!"

"Yes!" With a shout, more than ten Tianxiahui gang members jumped up from the horse's back, unscathed the sword in their hands, and rushed straight to the young man in white. As the largest sect that dominated the northern martial arts world, the Tianxiahui gang members were naturally not mediocre. With this joint force of more than a dozen people, the power increased.

The young man in white wanted to dissuade the other party from killing innocent people, but he unexpectedly took action as soon as he said he could. Moreover, the target was still him. He was shocked, but he soon came back to his senses. Facing the siege of more than a dozen people, he trembled and raised his hand and drew his sword out of the sheath.

"Zheng——"

When he heard a loud sword sound, the great aura of light suddenly soared into the sky. The young man held the sword in his hand, and his aura suddenly changed. With the turn of his hand, the sword's edge could only hear a sharp sound of "ding Ding Dangdang". More than ten people who came to besiege him quickly retreated backwards, and only half of the weapons left in his hand were left.

"This..." Seeing this, the bald man couldn't help but widen his eyes. After a while, he seemed to remember something. Not only was he not afraid, he laughed and said, "No wonder you dared to meddle in other people's business. It turned out that he was relying on such a magic weapon in his hand. He knew the truth quickly and handed over the sword. Maybe I can consider giving you your life!"

"You are worthy of asking for this sword in my hand!" The young man in white sneered, and turned the sword edge while turning his hand. Although he was young, he had a certain degree of demeanor.

The bald man snorted coldly, immediately turned over and dismounted, leading dozens of subordinate gangs, and rushed forward with great momentum: "If you don't want toast, you're punished for wine, stinky brat, it seems that you are really impatient to live." As he spoke, a long sword in his hand suddenly broke through the air and rushed straight to the boy in white to slash it down!

The young man in white was not afraid of danger, and made progress, moved his body, and he gently let go of the sword. Then, the sword in his palm turned sharply and stabbed the bald man with his sword and his wrist. The bald man did not dare to be careless, and immediately rushed back to the sword and slashed horizontally. However, he underestimated the power of the sword in the boy's hand. In amazement, half of the sword in his hand had been cut off. Before he could react, the tip of the young man's sword had reached his throat.

"You..." As we met, a miscalculation was stopped. The bald man felt the chill from the tip of the sword before his throat. For a moment, cold sweat was flowing on his forehead. He knew that this time he might be doomed, but he never thought that at this moment, the young man in white took back his sword and snorted coldly, "I don't want to kill, why don't you get out of here!"
Chapter completed!