A man in black laughed and held a knife in his hand.

And blood dripped on the knife.

"Geng Ji, you have good kung fu. It's better to defect to us than to die here."

"Disillusion!"

Geng Ji was covered in blood. He turned his head to look at the carriage and whispered: "Miss, Uncle Geng may not be able to protect you this time."

"Uncle Geng..."

The daughter of the Zhou family in the carriage was pale.

The two maids in the car were also trembling slightly in fear.

The atmosphere was silent, and the sound of waves remained.

In the situation of life and death.

Suddenly, the sound of waves stopped.

The rushing river, the rumbling sound, seemed to be frozen in an instant.

And there was a slight sound of footsteps coming slowly.

It looks very far away, but very clear.

An invisible momentum enveloped both sides of the Yongyao River.

Everyone felt stiff all over, as if they were trapped in a mud and could not move.

However, as far as you see, a figure was seen at the top of the river.

It was a tall figure, like walking leisurely in the garden, walking on the stagnant river surface.

The figure slowly walked towards him, becoming clearer and clearer.

He was a young Taoist priest with a handsome face and a decent temperament.

He held the whisk in his hand and carried a long sword on his back.

He walked to the middle of the river and glanced at everyone.

His eyes passed by everyone and fell only on the middle-aged man surnamed Geng.

Then he was silent for a moment before speaking slowly.

"Cross the river?"

“…”

An inexplicable sentence made everyone look confused.

Geng Ji was shocked and nodded in a strange way.

"good."

The voice fell, and the Taoist priest drew his sword calmly.

Then he slashed across the water with a light sword.

The river water separates and breaks into two pieces.

The real person’s sword energy is cut off!
Chapter completed!