The female president's personal crazy son-in-law

But seeing Linjiang Bay, the rain and fog rose up, and the sound was shocking.Waves of water more than ten meters high swept away like a tsunami.

According to the height of each floor of 2.5 meters, a ten-meter-high water wave is equivalent to the height of a four-story building.

The crowd was full of horror, and hurriedly sent people to drive the yachts back. Several of them ignored the advice and approached the center of the real battle, and were instantly overturned by the big waves.

The person who fell into the water cried for his father and mother, and struggled constantly. Fortunately, he was wearing a life jacket, so he was not immediately involved in the river.

Yachts, in front of these water waves, looked like small boats, staggering to and fro, and the faces of those who were holding on to the railings turned pale.

"Oh my god, what kind of martial art is this? It's simply a fighting technique of immortals!"

A few boys and girls, with trembling lips, looked at the wall of waves and water, with despair on their faces.

The boat that Director Xia Ji and others were on was a long distance from the center of the decisive battle, so unlike those yachts, it almost capsized the river.

But it still shakes and shakes, and if you are not careful, it will shake into the water.

Gu Qifei smiled wryly:
"I understand why it is not allowed to approach within a kilometer. If it is affected by it, it will be a shipwreck and death."

Yang Chao, Zhou Chen and the others nodded their heads like pounding garlic, knowing that they were doing it for their own good!
If you fall into the water, whoever dares to face the waves to save you, your life matters.

Even with the distance between them, they could clearly see that domineering figure like a tiger, controlling dozens of water swords, walking close to the river, with sword aura criss-crossing, splitting the misty rain above, and cutting Linjiang below.

"Chen Baijue, may this sword hurt you?"

Jiang Tong Rumo's eyes were neither happy nor sad, he asked lightly, and grasped with five fingers, dozens of water swords suddenly converged into one, forming a huge long sword with a length of [-] meters.

The scenery on both sides of the strait, the misty rain on the river, was somewhat overshadowed by this majestic sword.

In Chen Baijue's eyes, an unprecedented solemnity emerged, and he waved dozens of water walls several feet thick to block in front of him.

The wind howled all over his body, condensing into a wall of thousands of winds, wrapping himself layer by layer like a silkworm cocoon.

He snorted coldly:

"You lack too much respect for the power of heaven and earth. A person like you will never be able to step into the God of Transformation in your life. No matter how amazing you are, no matter how young you are, you are destined to stop working hard in this life!"

Jiang Tong remained silent, like a giant spirit god wielding the divine sword in his hand, splitting the sky and earth, and smashing his head with a thunderbolt.

The giant sword collided with the water wall, and there was a loud bang, turning into countless rivers shooting out.The fish and shrimp at the bottom of the river were all shaken out of the water, and the scene was shocked.

A trace of sword energy came, and even Chen Baijue, who was protected by layers, was still numb in his arms. He took a few steps back, walked with wind wings on his back, lightly touched the water surface, and stood on top of the wind and waves.

Jiang Tong stepped forward on the waves and slashed down with one palm, starting from the bottom of his feet, tens of meters ahead of the river, as if cut off by a palm.

A crack appeared on the entire surface of the water, several meters deep.

Chen Baijue's attainments in martial arts really caught Jiang Tong by surprise. He possessed a thousand knives and wind blades, which were close to real supernatural powers.

If it were any other real person, in this mighty river, where the wind and waves are raging, it is estimated that they have been beaten by Chen Baijue long ago and have no power to fight back.

The Thousand Machine Wind Blade itself uses the wind as its weapon, and it was chosen in this place, and the wind blade in Chen Baijue's hand increased by three points.

"Chen Baijue is brave, and the little real person is powerful. With such immortal methods, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive even one move in their position."

The Taiji lineage is inspiring, and the hands are tightly clenched. Compared with real people's skills, what is their small way?
Old Master Gu frowned and said:

"Chen Baijue didn't enter Hejin back then, so I might still be able to fight him, and I was even absolutely sure that I would be [-]-[-] with him. But today, facing such a Fengshen Chen Baijue, within three steps, he can kill me."

Gu Wanqing's beautiful eyes were shining brightly, staring closely at the god-like figure stepping a hundred meters across the river.

In the end, he said with mixed feelings: "This is the young hero, the real man of magic."

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes today, she would have never imagined that a real person has such a cultivation base, and it is not far away from calling wind and rain, moving mountains and filling seas.

On the river, Chen Baijue retreated step by step, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, but his eyes were bright, he laughed loudly:

"You haven't shown your supernatural powers yet. With these alone, you can't hurt me."

He opened his hands, and the sleeves fluttered, as if there was a blower inside, everyone was amazed.The surrounding storm Hengjiang, rolled up the water waves more than ten meters high, the figure standing on the surface of the river, stepped on the tornado water waves, the power rose again.

With a snap of his fingers, dense wind blades slashed towards him. Seeing that Jiang Tong didn't hide, his eyes were full of joy:
"This way, I can kill you!"

Chen Baijue's thousand-machine wind blade can cut even steel. No one has ever dared to resist this thousand-machine supernatural power.

Just the next moment, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze.

Countless wind blades slashed at Jiang Tong's body, and there was no scene of Jiang Tong being chopped into pieces by the wind blades, but a clear and crisp sound like hitting a steel body.

Chen Baijue's face changed wildly, his pupils shrank suddenly:

"You are still a master of horizontal training?"

Jiang Tong flicked his fingers to shake off the wind blade in front of him, and smiled slightly, showing his white teeth: "Chen Baijue, you are indeed very strong in the eyes of others. But in my opinion, what is the difference between you and an ant?"

Chen Baijue was shocked physically and mentally.

The shock in his eyes became stronger, and he smiled wryly: "At this time, I already regret being your enemy."

He was being drained again and again, but Jiang Tong's clothes were not messed up.If this continues, sooner or later he will be exhausted and be chopped down by Jiang Tong on Linjiang.

Jiang Tong said calmly:
"You have a thousand-handed wind blade, you are ingenious, you can attack and defend, and you are ready to kill. Ordinary real people are no match for you. It's a pity that you met me!"

If Jiang Tong hadn't stepped into Huashen, facing the current Chen Baijue, he might have to show all his cards and all his magical powers before he could kill him.

Unfortunately, Chen Baijue met Jiang Tong three years late.

While speaking, Jiang Tong gave up his magical methods and stepped out of Linjiang [-] meters in one step. With his thumb crossed between his index finger and middle finger, he slowly pulled out a fist.

A strong sense of crisis emerged in Chen Baijue's heart.

He tried his best to condense a huge wall of water five feet thick and more than ten feet high, which lay between himself and Jiang Tong.

With his eyes wide open, he mobilized the aura of the hundred meters of heaven and earth, gathered the wind into a blade, and almost condensed it into a real soldier.

In the void, an inexplicable washing force appeared, and the misty rain poured down from the sky, gathering between Jiang Tong's fists.

Then he punched out horizontally, even if he didn't touch the river, he still left a huge fist mark on the river.

'boom! '

The fist print hit the water wall, and it immediately fell apart, and the water wall exploded, only stopping it for half a second.The fist print shattered the water wall, passed through Chen Baijue's chest with a bang, and shot back a hundred meters before dissipating slowly.

'puff! '

Blood gushed out of Chen Baijue's mouth like a fountain, his heart was torn apart, and he looked at Jiang Tong in disbelief.

"Why is this kid so strong?"

Jiang Tong retracted his fists slowly, stood on the swaying river with his hands behind his back, and looked at Chen Baijue calmly.

Lightly said:
"From the beginning to the end, I only used one type of supernatural power, and you will lose!"

Chen Baijue stroked his sleeves and smiled wryly:
"That's all, I didn't expect that there would be someone like you in Huaguo Wujie. Who are you, and why have I never heard of you?"

Jiang Tong said calmly:
"Overseas people like to call me Jiang Diye!"