Suddenly an ancient sword appeared on his right hand, which was the one he got from the Tang family’s ancestral tomb.

A sword was slashed out, and the sword light was like lightning.

Amid the dull expressions of everyone, a golden sword light rising from the sky cut through the sky, directly dividing the entire river surface into two.

The whistling sword intention was like a shark exposed to the water, and swept the strong wind and huge waves quickly towards Feng Kuohai.

"I don't care about this anymore!"

Feng Kuohai's expression changed. After taking a breath of air conditioning, he turned around and ran away, wishing he had two more legs.

This moment.

Everyone held their breath one after another, and their eyes gathered on the thin figure standing on the water. They had different expressions and a few words appeared in their minds.

The sea is boiled into wine, and a sword shines on the nine provinces!

Ye Chen took back the ancient sword and glanced at everyone. The indifferent voice trembled the entire river.

"Nan Tu is dead!"
Chapter completed!