Strange Worlds: The Sequence

I saw a white mark appearing from the turbulent sea, like a spider web-like crack on a tile, suddenly covering the whole piece of water.

In an instant, the white marks spread and turned into white light, shining on the faces of thousands of people by the river.

The faces of the crowd were different, some were dazed, some were amazed, some were puzzled...the list goes on.

Immediately afterwards, there was another rustling sound, and the waves were shattered like glass, and the water splashed everywhere.

Under the light of the fire, the water flowers bloomed with red, green, bright yellow, and cyan rays of light, falling from the sky and the river water, brilliant in midair, and making shocking noises.

It turned out that there were real people.

Able to counter the might of heaven and earth.

All the people who witnessed this flash of light had this thought in their hearts.

The torrential white waves roll in from the sky, and the silvery white waves push and chase, gradually approaching from far away, getting higher and louder as they get closer.

It was like thousands of troops and horses rushing forward with a thunderous bang.

Any wave, if it hits an ordinary person, can smash the internal organs and vomit blood.

The violent wind and rain, and the huge waves are not ordinary celestial phenomena, but a formation that cost a lot of gold and silver to activate in Twelve Links.

Gold and silver are extremely rich in energy. Although they cannot be directly absorbed by the human body, they can be used to make looms and activate formations.

This is why gold and silver are used as "money" in the Jianghu.

"Originally, the old man thought that Xu Shenxing had no opponent among the Twelve Links, but he didn't expect someone to be braver than him. Which family's son is this?"

On the high platform, the blind brown-haired old man exclaimed in amazement: "In the outside scene, I can already feel half of the taste of a perfect sword."

"Wizards in the sky, wizards in the sky!"

"Old Li, I really didn't expect that, you guys hide really deep in Qiyuanwu."

Qiyuanwu is one of the twelve serial docks, the rudder that inherits the [Knife Sequence].

The Grandmaster Shenyi he pointed at had a dark face, and said coldly, "Don't look at me, Tang Jue, this is not from our Li family, he is from Baishawu."

Baishawu?

Tang Jue Nahan said: "How come there are so many geniuses in this generation of Murong's family, just before there was a natural supernatural power, here is another wizard who is good at practicing swords."

"No, his surname is not Murong, this young man is called Chen Yuyan, he is from outside family."

Song Jianghe, who was on the first seat, said calmly, "The 133rd on the Qingyun List, 'Shocking Sword' Chen Yuyan."

Hearing what Song Jianghe said, the people who were still somewhat enthusiastic suddenly became less interested and turned their attention to other people.

In Twelve Links, people with foreign surnames will never be taken seriously.

No matter how talented a genius is.

It doesn't work either.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Song Jianghe sighed slightly in his heart, and said no more.

The water waves rolled from the river bank and hit the reef, splashing like broken jade.

The splashed water looked like clusters of white plums from a distance, falling on the surface of the river one after another, and the waves were higher than the waves.

In the Xiangjiang River, it seems to have become Chen Yuyan's one-man show.

The rocks pierced through the sky, the stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.

The angry Jiang Lan is his background; the dancing crowd is his foil.

When everyone's faces were flushed and they were struggling to face the turbulent waves, only Chen Yuyan was unmoved, dressed in plain brocade clothes and wearing a jade pendant around his waist, he looked like a god-man.

Except for the bamboo raft on the bottom of the foot, there is no water stain on the whole body.

The Qiushui knife in his hand drew a white ray of light, and slashed towards the river like lightning, and the continuously expanding blazing sun internal force gushed out from the knife.

The extreme heat seemed to evaporate the mist in the air, and the white and sharp blade seemed to become soft suddenly, completely fused with Chen Yuyan.

Like a white belt, looking from a distance, the huge waves in the river leaped around Chen Yuyan, slapping down continuously.

And beside Chen Yuyan hovered a flood dragon, a white flood dragon evolved from Qiushui Dao, the unpredictable dragon shadow was entangled with the river water, and the air was filled with a huge roar.

It's the sound of knives and the sound of water.

Suddenly, a water curtain several feet high rose into the air, leaping high into the air, as if it wanted to shoot all the ants under it into the river.

The attack of the Qiushui knife in Chen Yuyan's hand suddenly changed, and the whirling white dragon suddenly disappeared, condensing into a miserable black light, emitting endless cold blades that still cut across the water curtain, and the black knife's thorns were more than ten feet long. Light up the sky.

Go straight to Xiaohan, swallow mountains and rivers with anger!

The Yinming Dao Sutra was unleashed by Chen Yuyan, and ghosts and ghosts of the underworld crawled out from behind him, raised their heads and roared, and slapped towards the huge water waves higher than themselves.

The internal force collided with the water splash.

Make a sizzling sound.

Chen Yuyan, on the other hand, stepped on a bamboo raft and strolled in the courtyard, enjoying himself in the river.

That elegant young man with a handsome and jade-like appearance fascinated the hearts of many young girls by the river, and made many young women stay in their boudoirs alone.

The raging tide lifts the river and stands, and the big wave carries the mountain.

The night is getting darker and darker, but the waves on the river are getting more and more turbulent and surging.

It was ugly time, and the waves on the river kept rumbling, and the sound of the tide was like a thousand thundering valleys, and thousands of thunders frightened the stream.

The original Jiang Chao also completely lost its balanced rhythm, one after another, ups and downs.

The crowd by the river, not only did not leave, but became more and more dense.

Tens of thousands of eyes closely followed the only three figures left in the river, with anticipation on their faces.

They hoped that someone would be able to last until dawn, so that this year's weather would be smooth.

In the middle of the river, Chen Yuyan's clothes were soaked.

It was another wave that was ten feet high.

Chen Yuyan held Qiushui Knife backwards, and the knife came out of its sheath. The pale and cold light of the knife froze the river water falling all over the sky in the air, alluring and poignant.

Put away the knife and continue to float forward on the bamboo raft.

As soon as he left, the spray that had been frozen in the air and the river water within half a meter around him suddenly shattered, turned into vapor, and dissipated loudly.

The sky looks like hell.

It's like holding an arrow in both hands.

It was the moment when the night was about to leave and Xiwei was drawn here.

As if frightened by the dawn of dawn, the huge waves in the Xiangjiang River roared out of control. The waves overlapped one after another like an avalanche, rolled up a huge vortex, and raged against the embankment.

The water splashed up and splashed down tens of feet, soaking the crowd watching the ceremony.

The wind on the river was very strong, and the waves chased each other, like silver dragons several miles long, galloping and whistling, they came straight to Chen Yuyan, setting off snow waves of silver flowers several feet high.

On both sides of the river, everyone held their breath and concentrated, not even daring to breathe loudly, for fear of affecting the performance of the figure in the river.

Under the water curtain, Chen Yuyan looked up, only to feel that her body was as small as dust.

With the power of heaven and earth, how dare ants?

Eyes drooping slightly, Chen Yuyan pulled out the Qiushui knife with his backhand, twirling and riding the waves soaring into the sky, suddenly roared, raised his head upwards, and slashed with all his strength facing the huge waves.

Why dare not!

bang——

With a loud noise, the dazzling light of the knife slashed heavily on the water surface, splashing waves more than ten feet high.

The river was turbulent and tumbling, and a circle of ripples and waves like a sea tide swayed towards the surroundings. The light of the knife was also shattered by the waves, and quickly spread to the surroundings, shining brightly under the cover of the lights.

In an instant, countless brilliant white sword lights and swirling air streams scattered violently like lightning and thunderbolts in the sky.

The extremely towering huge waves kept shaking in the turbulent air flow, and there was an earth-shattering loud noise in the air. The shocking huge waves in front of me suddenly spread layers of transparent huge wave ripples towards the surroundings.

The strong air current made Chen Yuyan's body sway, and he slid back a few feet. His clothes flapped and his long hair fluttered.

After a while, the shocking huge wave finally overwhelmed and crashed down, turned into fine pieces of flowing water and scattered into the river, completely merging into the water.

Look up again.

The sky is dimming, and the night is dissipating.

A huge round of rising sun dimly rose from the east of the river, and the morning fog floating there on the river surface reduced the strong smell a bit.

The clear blue sky is scattered here and there, and there are a few places where there are several very thin clear clouds, some are as white as newly picked cotton, and some are reddish like the color of drunkenness on the face of a beautiful woman.

At the moment when the sun fell on the river, the originally rough scenery suddenly dissipated, and the river was calm, like a mirror.

On the surface of the huge river, he was the only one standing there.

One person, one raft, one river.

That's all.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, Chen Yuyan landed on the river bank with a little tiptoe.

He was greeted by Murong Yue's embrace and the cheers of hundreds of thousands of people.

"Young people are terrifying."

On the high platform, Song Jianghe sighed slightly, and the other masters of Shenyi were also silent.

Among the twelve serial docks, the last one who could last till dawn at the Dragon Festival was none other than Song Jianghe from decades ago.

"The recipients of the awards, please come to the stage to receive the rewards!"

Someone shouted, and the Twelve Lianhuanwu warriors who were resting by the river got up one after another and climbed onto the high platform.

"Everyone, do you think Chen Yuyan should reward him with the pier according to the rules?"

Staring at the crowd on stage, Song Jianghe asked suddenly, looking around calmly.

According to the rules of the top and bottom of the Twelve Chain Docks, as long as they can last until dawn during the Dragon Festival, they will be rewarded with a pier as a reward.

"Absolutely not, absolutely not! After all, Chen Yuyan is just a family member, so why can he be assigned to the wharf that belongs to me at Twelve Links?"

As soon as Song Jianghe said this, a strong man wearing a white scarf jumped out and said urgently:

"Master Dawu, please think again, the rules of this ancestor must never be changed!"

This brawny man is the owner of Zhengshiwu, "Leopard Head Ring Eyes" Tang Ming.

In Qingke County, there are only Yanziwu, Zhengshiwu, and Baishawu, and there are only so many piers. If Song Jianghe would give Chen Yuyan a dock.

Who will it be?

It can't be Yanziwu.

There are only two piers in Shiwu, and no matter which one he loses, Tang Ming will be heartbroken to death, so he must not let Chen Yuyan get this reward.

"After all, this Chen Yuyan is just a family member. It is fine to give him other rewards, but this pier is the property on which our Twelve Links live, the place to eat, and it is related to the vitality of the thousands of brothers on each pier. It's really inappropriate to just throw it to a brat who doesn't understand anything."

Seeing that Song Jianghe's face remained unchanged, Tang Ming felt a little apprehensive, afraid that what he said would offend the latter and make Song Jianghe feel unhappy, so he hurriedly added an explanation.

Song Jianghe glanced lightly at Tang Ming, who was dodging his eyes, and what the latter was thinking in his heart was like a mirror in his heart.

"This pier, we will come out of Yanziwu."

Although it seems that the Twelve Links are still in full swing, Song Jianghe knows in his heart that since his two nephews, Song Qing and Song Yuan, the heirs of Yanziwu, died in an accident, the Twelve Links have been unable to do anything. The hero.

Even on the Qingyun list, the highest is only the 73rd "Cold Jiao" Song Feng, but he is already thirty years old and will soon withdraw from the Qingyun list.

The current situation of Twelve Links can be described in eight words.

There is no successor, no successor.

Yes, if they stick to the rules of their ancestors, their Twelve Links will not be occupied by outsiders.

But after the solidification of the class, people's enterprising spirit will dissipate, and they don't even look at the current Twelve Chain Docks, and those few Dock Rudders that can be used.

In Song Jianghe's opinion, it would be best to kill all the lazy people who are just waiting to die. They are all blood-sucking moths lying on the Twelve Chain Dock.

When their Twelve Links first established their gang, they were the one with the most momentum among the seven major gangs in Jianghu.

But now, it has become the bottom.

It was all up to him, Song Jianghe, to support him alone.

If he waits for any accident, or waits for him to sit down, maybe Twelve Links will completely fall from the top power in the arena to an ordinary gang in the arena.

It is even unknown how many of these dock rudders are left.

No more ruts.

Song Jianghe's eyes were dark and his eyes were deep, making it impossible to see what the pillar of the Twelve Chain Pier was thinking.

Seeing that Song Jianghe had said this, Tang Ming showed resentment, and had no choice but to swallow back the excuse that was already on his lips.

But regarding what the former said, Tang Ming pouted in his heart, he didn't believe that Song Jianghe could do what he said.

Yanziwu is not his word.

On Song Jianghe's head, there are seven or eight people surnamed Song from the previous generation, and even among them is the old owner of Yanziwu, Song Jianghe's father, "Blue Sky Dragon" Song Licheng.

Sending a pier to Murong Yue, Song Licheng and the others were able to accept it, because everyone was from their own family, and their Song family had received much favor from the Murong family in the past.

But they will never watch Song Jianghe give another pier to Chen Yuyan, an outsider.

The top three winners of the Dragon Sacrifice Festival have all come to the high platform.

As for the others, there will naturally be other people who will present the rewards, and they are not yet qualified to meet Song Jianghe and others.

The top three winners of this Dragon Festival are:

Baishawu Chen Yuyan.

Xu Shenxing in Shangqingwu.

Baishawu Murong Yue.

"Boy Chen Yuyan, pay homage to Master Dawu."

Chen Yuyan stood at the very front, looked at the burly man in front of him, bowed slightly, and said hello with cupped hands.

Song Jianghe waved his hand, indicating that they don't need to be polite.

"Okay, okay, you are all very good."

Looking at the heroic and enterprising three people in front of him, Song Jianghe clapped his hands and laughed.

This is the future of my twelfth serial dock, not the group of boozers who only know how to lie on the bed and play with women!

strong, stay.

Weak, get out!

Song Jianghe leaned back, his eyes hidden in the shadows.

He, Song Jianghe, will let Twelve Links Pier.

Become strong again!