The Godlike Son-in-Law

On the bank of Qingzhou Lake, many people watched, not knowing what was going on. Suddenly, the river surged, and more than ten figures rolled in the river and sea. Although it was quite vague, it was amazing.

"Master Ye! It really is Master Ye!" The people on the shore spoke out. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, by the Qingzhou Lake, the first battle was earth-shattering. They knew Ye Tian and the others very well, and Ye Tian's figure was naturally recognized at a glance.

"The thirteen swordsmen from the south of the Yangtze River came to kill Master Ye! They are looking for their own death!"

"Who says it's not! Three of the thirteen swordsmen in the south of the Yangtze River have already died!"

The chatter was endless, Ye Tian stood on the water, felt the power of the Thirteen Swordsmanship, and his expression was a little dignified. He didn't expect that the Thirteenth Swordsman's strength was mediocre, but if they joined hands, they would really have a lot of breath .

"If you kneel down and admit your mistake today, there may still be a way out, otherwise you will die without a place to bury you." The white-haired old man stood in the sword formation, his words were sonorous and powerful.

"It's difficult for you to protect yourself today, yet you dare to say such wild words!" Ye Tian smiled lightly, stepped up his body suddenly, and the surrounding waters also became more and more high as Ye Tian's body climbed: "Xuanmen inner strength!"

As soon as the words fell, a huge water dragon rushed towards the thirteen sword formations under Ye Tian's control. It seemed that nothing could stop such a powerful water dragon. He was also shocked: "Wang Jing?"

rumbling...

The water dragon destroyed the thirteen sword formations once, and more than a dozen figures smashed into the river like a flood in a blink of an eye.

"The Thirteen Swordsmen don't know how to praise, so I don't want to leave today." Ye Tian's thick voice spread across the river, his eyes were cold.

"Go! Go!"

The white-haired old man's face was livid: "Master Ye is a master of the king realm, and we cannot deal with it!"

When the other people heard this, they stepped towards the shore one after another. They thought that Ye Tian was just a vain name. They had never witnessed the battle with the Lord of Tianhai Pavilion that day, and they didn't value Ye Tian very much. But now Ye Tian is showing his power. Only then did they know Ye Tian's true strength.

"Do you think you can leave?" Ye Tian's voice was cold: "I was entrusted to intercept and kill me! It's a pity that you don't have the strength after all!"

"Everyone, go! I'll stop him!"

The white-haired old man stepped up, walking on the water as if walking on the ground, with a cane in his hand, showing a shocking momentum. As the boss of the thirteen swordsmen, it was his mistake that this happened. It is impossible for him to let the thirteen swordsmen Many people died on the shore of Qingzhou Lake.

The water waves kept surging, and the white-haired old man was domineering. Just at that moment, Ye Tian flicked his finger, and more than ten water droplets burst out, beheading the thirteen swordsmen by the Qingzhou Lake in a blink of an eye. Not even the slightest mercy.

The white-haired old man was full of inconceivability, and quietly fell on the bank of Qingzhou Lake. As a generation of masters, he never thought that he would die so miserably, without any power to resist.

On the shore, everyone was shocked when they saw the scene in front of them, especially the people of martial arts, who had such supernatural power, but the thirteen swordsmen came to seek death, but it was confusing who sent the thirteen swordsmen here .

Ye Tian stepped lightly on one foot, and left the lake in the blink of an eye.