The person riding the whale was an old man with gray hair and beard, wearing a hat and a straw raincoat, holding a green pole in his hand. He rode a whale and galloped over the sea. In the distance, there was a "boom" sound like a god beating a drum. Then the mountain situation turned, and a golden-body god came on the sea. It was Jun Yiping, the Dongyue Mountain.

"What's the matter with Mr. Hai?" Yiping asked lightly with his sword in his hand.

The four words "Lord of Donghai Fang" appeared on the head of the whale rider, and there was a piece of "???". He grew up, but his face did not look too old. He just held the pole and smiled: "At the invitation of his old friend, stay away from Haizhongfang and come here to see the scenery of the world. Are you the Lord of Dongyue Mountain in Xuanyuan Empire?"

"I'm playing the game."

"Oh, I haven't heard of it."

The whale rider named Donghai Fangzhu smiled and said, "If you ask what you are from, I'll answer you!"

As he said that, he suddenly raised the pole, and a huge green method rose from the ground for a moment, and it was still the same as an old man holding the pole. The pole raised suddenly swept out, causing multiple tsunamis to go straight to the near-shore area. Suddenly, countless fishing boats leaving the coast to fish were rolling one by one, turning into a drop in the sea, too small, and the boatman's call for help was quickly submerged in the depths of the sea.

"you……"

Dongyue Mountain Jun Yiping's feet were rooted in the roots of the sea water. The mountains were in awe of awesome weather. After suffering multiple tsunamis, they tried to ensure that the coast behind him remained unrealized. However, under repeated impacts, the golden light on his body began to gradually dim.

"not bad."

The owner of Donghai Fang smiled faintly and said, "The legendary atmosphere of the Dongyue Mountains is indeed quite good. Xuanyuan Empire can survive the fierce attack of the Holy Demon Legion, which is indeed a little trick, but once and for a while, now my Haizhongfang has joined the Holy Demon Legion. Do you humans really think that they can fight against the mountain and sea situation in the world?"

Yiping gritted his teeth: "How can I know if I don't try?"

"Yes, then give it a try!"

The whale rider smiled slightly, and the pole swept across again, countless blue waves rushed to the shore, instantly tearing the fishing boats apart, and countless warships. He sneered and said, "But from now on, I want none of you humans to dare to go into the sea."

In the deep sea, whirlpools appeared, and then a group of undersea troops appeared in front of you, including shrimp soldiers and crab generals, everything, and all kinds of seafood, but their strength must not be ignored.

...

Yi Ping held the giant sword of Shanjun in his hand, still standing on the edge of the East Sea, motionless.

I also knew it in my heart, and looked up to look further away. The sound of iron hooves rolling from the sea surface, and there was darkness in the distant sea. When I opened the Ten-Strait Hollow Eyes and looked carefully, I realized that it was a dense sea cavalry. The shape of the war horses I was riding was a bit surprising. The horse's head looked like a seahorse, and its body had scales, like iron armor. Everyone on the horse's back was covered in exquisite armor, holding a spear in his hand and a sword hanging on his waist, looking very energetic.

"Swish!"

A figure fell straight down the sky and landed on the sea in front of the Donghai Pavilion Master. It was a middle-aged man with a long sword behind him. The waves at his feet separated by themselves and did not dare to approach the taboo. He hugged his arms and raised his lips and smiled: "Old Fish Head, I didn't expect that we hadn't met for so many years. This time it was to compete for the top ten thrones in the north."

"snort!"

The whale rider sneered and said, "Tsk tsk, the legendary sword-caster Han Ying, who hid in a deep-sea island for many years, did not care about the world, and only wanted to understand the supreme swordsmanship, has come out of seclusion. It seems that you are determined to be one of the ten thrones in the north this time?"

"have no idea."

Han Ying raised his hand and pulled out a broad sword and smiled and said, "In the words of this Donghai Mountain Lord, how can you know if you don't try it? This world is amazing. First, there was the ancient sword immortal Lin Bailu, gathering the world's sword energy. Later, there was Jing Yunyue, a sword energy genius who was born in the world. Most of the sword energy in the world was divided again. I, Han Ying, could only hide on the edge of the world to understand one or two. Fortunately, the great way is ruthless and affectionate, which made me finally understand that kind of Tao and successfully entered the quasi-divine sword cultivator."

The whale rider glanced at the thousands of troops behind Han Ying and smiled and said, "Behind you?"

“Oh~~~”

Han Ying smiled and said, "Although Han doesn't care about the world, the countries on the sea regard Han as king. This is not... When I decided to leave the customs, they sent their own elite troops to help the war. Once they can really defeat the Xuanyuan Empire, Lord Lin Hai will naturally have to divide some territory for us."

The whale rider tsk: "After all the time, they are all businessmen. When you come here, you just want to bring this army, and there is no other gift?"

“Some, some.”

Han Ying pulled up, held the broad sword in his hand, and smiled at the distance: "Yiping, you claim to be the Lord of the Dongyue Mountain of the human race, the guardian of the east. Today, I, Han Ying, want to split your Donghuang Mountain with a sword, are you willing to take the sword?"

"The sword opens Dongyue?"

Yiping smiled slightly: "Even if you draw the sword."

"OK."

Han Ying's body sank slightly and he smiled and said, "Don't compare me, a quasi-divine sword cultivator, with a waste like Talin. Compared to his understanding of swordsmanship, Talin doesn't deserve to carry my shoes to Han Ying!"

“There’s so much nonsense.”

"Here you come!"

Han Ying suddenly twisted his body, and a silver sword light slashed away, as if he wanted to cut the entire Dongyue Mountains in half with one sword. It was majestic and did not brag. Although it was also a quasi-divine realm, Talin was not worthy of carrying shoes to others. This was the real sword cultivator, and Talin relied on the sharpness and magical powers of dawn.

"Peng!"

With a loud bang, Yiping stood in front of the mountains, and the long sword was handed forward, turning into a rich mountain atmosphere, blocking the opponent's sword with heavy scattered sword energy did not even penetrate into the mountainous realm.

"Awesome!"

Han Ying chuckled and used another sword. It was a bit difficult to deal with this sword. He frowned, but he still blocked all the sword energy outside the mountains, without any surprise.

"Can you do it?"

The owner of the Whale Rider Donghai Fang inserted the pole pole on the head of the whale behind him, leaning against the pole pole, with a pleasant attitude and smiled: "If the three swords cannot drive the mountain atmosphere, then... the sword-making man's swordsman's swordsman, but that's the case?"

"snort!"

Han Ying looked cold, and his whole body was filled with light. Widths of sword light continued to appear, and dozens of divine swords were summoned instantly. Each sword had different shapes and sharpness. Moreover, I could sense that each sword was real, and that the powerful sword spirit power was felt in it, as if it had real life.

The sword-casting man is indeed extraordinary. He actually has so many magical swords at the same time. If he could really kill this sword-casting man Han Ying, the mountain-sea-level sword that exploded, the Guixu-level sword would definitely increase the swordsman-type players in the national server to a higher level.

For a moment, my eyes looked at Han Ying with a particularly greedy look.

"Um?"

Han Ying looked up at me and sneered: "A little thing in the eternal life, are you looking for death here?"

"The road to the rivers and lakes is long."

I looked at him and smiled and said, "Sword Forging People must be careful. They have already defected to the Legion of the Demons and have forgotten their identity as a human monk. If they die in the future, you will not have a place to bury them. How can you, a beast like you, be entitled to be buried in the land of the human race?"

He frowned: "July Moon Fire? No wonder... The King of Xiaoyao in Xuanyuan Empire, such a powerful person would be a bit unreasonable if he was not powerful."

“There’s so much nonsense.”

I shook my head: "Get out the sword, Dongyueshan Jun is anxious!"

"Here you come, don't worry."

Han Ying laughed loudly, suddenly raised his sword and slashed it out. Dozens of divine swords turned into sword lights together, and "puffed" hit the barriers outside the mountains of Dongyue. The atmosphere of the mountains continued to shatter, making people unsurprising that the extraordinary swordsman's swordsman was indeed much better than Tallin. When Tallin was alive, he didn't dare to ask about the swordsman's mountains of Dongyue. I was afraid that it was too late. This swordsman was still a bit brave.

However, the third sword still failed to split the mountains.

There is no way, our Dongyue has granted so many mountain gods, and the water transportation of the three rivers and four rivers has been connected, and the mountains and rivers created are even more profound. It can be said that it is a little better than the Nanyue and the Beiyue. It was originally used to resist the shadow of death and the forest of forests. Yiping really wants to be cruel, and even the sword in the Ascension Realm can catch it. What are you, a quasi-god sword cultivator, here?

At this moment, my heart suddenly jumped and Senior Sister Yun's voice came: "Get out of here, junior brother."

I understood the sudden movement.

"Swish!"

A sword energy full of the aura of the holy path passed directly through the mountainous atmosphere of the Dongyue Mountains and slashed at Han Ying, the sword-caster.

"What?!"

Han Ying was shocked and hurriedly retreated, and the sword light was handed out, but it was instantly scattered by Senior Sister Yun's sword. Then, Han Ying handed out the second sword, the third sword, and even the fourth sword, the fifth sword. He was already anxious. The five sword lights could not block the sword light of Senior Sister Yun. For a moment, Han Ying roared, pushed a green magic sword forward, and shouted in a low voice: "Protect the Lord!"

"boom--"

With a loud bang, the sword blade shattered and a ball of transcendent sword aura exploded, which finally blocked the sword light of Senior Sister Yun.

Five swords were released in a row, and a magic sword was blown up, which blocked Senior Sister Yun's sword.

Moreover, this sword was cut from the Dragon Domain, and at least half of its power had been eroded along the way. If you look at it, Han Ying and Senior Sister Yun's sword cultivation is really different.

...

"It seems that it's not much better than Tallin." After the sword light that Sister Yun slashed out from the dragon domain dissipated, her voice had already arrived.

Han Ying looked dead.

The owner of the Donghai House suddenly instigated the giant whale to sink to the bottom of the sea.

Just north, a voice from the forest of the shadow of death came: "The Lord of Donghai, the sword-making man, just come to the Northern Territory. There is no need to go to the human race to ask about the sword. Jing Yunyue's swordsmanship is very powerful now. Don't be accidentally hacked to death by a sword."

"Yes, sir!"

The sword-casting man galloped along the sea.
Chapter completed!