Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 111 Cause and effect are all related to fate, a young boy with one punch and one sword [Ask for a monthly ticket! 】

Eight hundred miles away from Lin'an Mansion.

The green hills are faint, with overlapping peaks, ancient trees, and smog.

However, at this moment, among the mountains, there is a huge Buddha's light shining everywhere, and the invisible sword energy sweeps across, large areas of mountains and trees are cleared, and huge ravines appear.

Infinite sword energy rises up, turning into a Bodhisattva statue that is bigger, more majestic, and more Buddha-like than the sword energy Avalokitesvara attracted by Huajie Bingxin Sword above the imperial city!
The bodhisattva has a thousand eyes, making it seem that the world is overturned at this moment.

Countless trees, soil, and dust that had been cut off by the sword energy were frozen in the air by the eyes of the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva, unable to fall any further.

This unsurpassed Bodhisattva statue is so powerful that it does not seem to exist in the human world. However, opposite the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva, there is a man wearing a scarlet cassock, sitting cross-legged in the void, holding a string of golden Buddha beads, and a golden Buddha hanging in front of him. The Buddhist monk in the bowl quietly looked at the thousand-eyed Bodhisattva born of a sword aura.

Facing the gaze cast by the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva, the space around the monk fluctuated continuously, as if an invisible sword energy was colliding with the Buddha's light, making a subtle sound.

Like boiling water that has just been boiled, there are bubbles that float up one after another but burst.

"Amitabha, Guru Suzhu... You and I have entered the Buddhist gate, but this fight is meaningless, so let it go."

The monk opened his eyes slightly, and the corners of his eyes showed a color of gold, like two groups of flames sprang up, burning his mind.

He raised his palm in front of him, and was fiddling with the golden Buddha beads with the other hand. He looked through the Thousand Eyes Bodhisattva, and saw the extremely slender and graceful woman behind the Sword Qi Bodhisattva.

"When did the sea-crossing holy monk of Lianhua Temple be willing to sacrifice his life for Da Zhao?"

Behind the Thousand-Eyed Sword Qi Bodhisattva, a clear and beautiful voice floated over.

Then, a woman dressed in white with silk hanging all over her body floated out from behind the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva.

The woman held the lotus seal in her hand, and on her snow-white wrist, there were red sandalwood beads, she had shaved off thirty-three thousand threads of troubles, and her face was picturesque.

Bare feet are suspended in the air, and a pair of jade feet are crystal clear and white, not stained with a speck of dust.

The face is beautiful, the woman is picturesque.

As soon as the woman appeared, the sword energy floating around suddenly boiled up, and everything around her became blurred, making it difficult to observe and capture. Only the Bodhisattva-like woman became more and more clear, as if imprinted in the world.

"Amitabha, the three major Buddhist sects want to compete for the Buddha's head, and they compete with each other. The emperor of Zhao wants to use his heart sword to suppress the blood of immortals. My poor fellow died in Lin'an because of a young man. The path of cultivation on the lamp is very heavy, and the poor monk will come to judge the cause and effect."

The monk is wearing a scarlet embroidered gold-patterned cassock. This cassock, called the Wugou Lotus Clothes, exudes tyrannical aura fluctuations, and is obviously a top-notch magic weapon.

"Crossing the sea, since that's the case, what else is there to say?"

"Xie Bing is my disciple, and I want to save him myself."

"Since you are blocking it, let's fight, whoever has the deeper Dharma."

The female bodhisattva is the Guru Suzhu of Ganye Temple. At this moment, although there is no annoyance in her words, the sword energy suspended in the air is boiling more and more.

"Amitabha, the Dharma is boundless, let me...huh?"

The holy monk crossing the sea was about to say something, he was surprised, and looked towards Lin'an together with the immaculate Master Suzhu.

Vaguely, the two of them seem to have seen a young figure climbing up to the sky step by step, swinging out a green mountain, stabbing a big hand containing the spirit of the emperor.

The holy monk who crossed the sea frowned, his fiery red eyeliner was burning like a sky fire.

Master Suzhu held up the flowers and smiled: "One drink and one peck, there is a law, and the mutual generation of cause and effect is a predestined relationship."

"My disciple unblocks the ice and is fine."

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Above the earth, there is a high mountain rising from the ground, the Jiange is towering and Cui Wei, like a green blade pierced into the world, stands majestically on the earth.

Qingshan wants to share the high-level human language, and there are countless thousands of horses.

Misty rain is low back, it seems that it will never come.

Half-mountain leisure pavilion.

Two figures stood there, one in a plain blue shirt, with a huge pine sword box on his back, and his eyes were faint.

On his side, there is a beautiful woman who has taken off her veil. The woman is carrying a scorched-tailed Guqin on her back, and her plain clothes are like flowing silk.

"The emperor of the Zhao family wants to live a second life, and he wants to take Hua Jiebing's heart sword to suppress the fairy blood of immortals, and continue for another 500 years..."

The Sixth Mountain Master frowned slightly.

"Yunrou, you will all stay on the mountain from now on, I need you to guard the mountain."

Yun Rou couldn't help being startled: "Teacher, do you want to make a move?"

"You have kept your Red Dust Sword for so many years, and it's not yet time to release the sword. If you do it now, will all your previous efforts be wasted?"

"So after I take action, the mountain will be closed, and I need you to guard the mountain."

"There are always things in the world, and when it's time to do it, do it."

The Master of the Sixth Mountain had no expression on his face, and said coolly: "Only then will we not leave any regrets in the world of mortals."

Yunrou seems to understand but not understand.

The master of the sixth mountain didn't talk much, and he didn't bother to explain. He took a step forward, and the mountain was filled with sword energy, and countless sword energy gathered at his feet into a streamer.

However, he just took a step in the air.

A look of astonishment suddenly appeared on Kuku's face, and he looked at the arrogance that soared from the Lin'an mansion.

He was slightly taken aback, and a flush appeared on his cool face.

In the pine wooden sword box he was carrying, there was an endless clash of sword energy, as if he was about to break out of the sword box and leap forward.

"Yunrou, look, this arrogance, this joy, this sword aura... To be honest, it's a shame that An Le was never placed as the second mountain guard."

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In front of Tianxuan Palace.

The young man climbed up to the sky step by step, carrying a tattered bamboo sword, and half-blocked the huge palm formed by condensing the primordial spirit in the majestic and magnificent palace.

And handed out the bamboo sword Qingshan, and stabbed it in the palm of the hand.

Standing in front of the throne, the emperor of the Zhao family, who was sure of winning and everything was under his control, showed a look of astonishment for the first time.

The palm that was condensed with the mind and spirit of the emperor, wanted to capture and peel off the palm of the Eight Realm Heart Sword refined by Hua Jiebing, but it was just like this, it was stabbed to pieces!

A sharp sword qi immediately followed the aura and came from outside the hall.

The Emperor Zhao's brows instantly piled up into rivers, and the aura in his body surged, and the sword aura that was coming was instantly strangled by his aura.

However, the strong wind blowing in the palace made the golden emperor's robe on his body flutter and sway!
puff.

A seemingly invisible voice resounded.

The corners of the Zhao family's emperor pursed his lips, and his eyes were filled with shock and sternness.

The hand he had originally grabbed was already behind his back, clenched into a fist, and in the palm of the clenched fist, a sword scar and wound emerged, and blood was about to spurt out from it, but he suppressed it with his mind go back.

he……

It was the boy's sword energy that cut through the palm of his hand!

"Green Mountain! That green mountain!"

"It shouldn't be!"

There was an uproar in the heart of the emperor of the Zhao family, as if he was roaring and roaring, the Qingshan sword that should belong to the royal family of the Zhao family was given to this young man by Zhao Huangting.

In the end, the boy actually picked up the green mountain and drew a scar on his palm.

It's like a plan that was supposed to be strategized and under control, but was cut open with sword energy!
"With four realms in the district, holding a green mountain sword, how can I cut off the palm of my heavenly spirit by the Juyuanshen formation?!"

The emperor of the Zhao family was incredible.

His cultivation is at the Ninth Realm, even if An Le is allowed to hold a first-grade sword weapon, but the sword is still a human being, and the realm is not enough. How can he break through the Nine Realm and attack, and even cause the sword energy to leave marks on his palm? !

At this moment, it wasn't just the son of the Zhao family who was shocked.

The young man who had never been paid attention to by others was actually suspended in front of the Tianxuan Palace and above the Baiyu Square with such a sudden appearance.

Like a sharp cone, it just plunged into this chaotic situation and battlefield.

Inside Tianxuan Palace.

Li Youan's domineering and terrifying sword energy slowly flowed out from the center of Li Youan's brows. It was so terrifying that the minds of Qin Lishi and many civil officials couldn't help trembling.

But at this moment, Li You'an looked outside the Tianxuan Palace, the young man who charged into Xiaohan with arrogance like a wolf, couldn't help being a little stunned for a while.

With such arrogance and arrogance, it seems that the figure of an old man is superimposed vaguely.

Qin Lishi and many civil officials were all horrified.

Especially Qin Lishi, he hated An Le to the bone, but he never thought that this young man could show his figure in this chaotic situation.

No one has ever cared about a young man who can erupt such a terrifying aura.

It's just the four realms... How can he cut off the palm of the Zhao family's emperor who is bound to win the heart sword?
Just because of that pride?
Absolutely unreasonable!

If arrogance is useful, how come there are so many people who die generously? !

Qin Lishi was puzzled, but shocked and apprehensive.

At this moment, he had to re-evaluate the danger of An Le, and he was even a little lucky, if he was unprepared, avenged Qin Qianqiu, and rashly shot himself... Maybe he would be severely injured by the boy's sword!
However, fortunately, he now knows the trump card.

At this moment, everyone was attracted by the young man who burst out of silence.

Pairs and pairs of eyes are all scanning, full of surprise, amazement, and emotion... All kinds of emotions are contained and revealed in these gazes.

Above the sea of ​​clouds.

Di Zang faced the second master from a distance, and lowered his gaze, amazed.

In the process of fighting with Wang Guogong, Old Madam Yu finally showed a smile on his face.

Outside Lin'an Mansion.

Fourth Master Lin, who was wielding the hatchet, slowly grinned, his eyes were surprised, and through the long street, he seemed to see the young man who rose to the sky and stabbed the emperor's palm with a sword in the Baiyu Square!

"It's such a young man's heroic spirit to go to the sky! What a world-renowned Master An!"

Fourth Master Lin was amazed.

Then he laughed out loud, as if inspired by the youthful arrogance, the hatchet in his hand was shining brightly, and the bloody knife gang was chopped off, and the gang energy chopped off hundreds of swaying willow branches on both sides of the official road, and the catkins flew.

That Sima family's Qingshan Wen Quxing narrowed his eyes and took the knife hard.

He flew upside down and smashed back to the city tower of Lin'an Mansion, spattering blood, staining his front skirt red.

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before the imperial city.

With a bamboo stick, Zhao Huangting, who walked out of the emperor's mausoleum in two blows, was slack-willed. His eyebrows were flying and his hair was white.

Squinting his eyes, he looked at the heroic and majestic young man who seemed to draw rivers from the sky to flow down.

A dazed look flickered in his eyes.

He seemed to see in the heroic young man at this moment, the magnificence and heroism of his past, when he dared to pick up the bamboo sword and kill the world's number one Emperor Yuanmeng.

My heart was filled with the pride of endless years, like a ignited spark, slowly burning, slowly rising, and then as if about to rush out of the sky.

"So what if the deadline is approaching? The closer the deadline is, the more you should have the arrogance to be fearless of the gods and gods in the sky!"

"I, Zhao Huangting, have lived my whole life. The older I get, the more my spirit is worn away. I am nestled here in Lin'an, recalling the glory of the past, and complacent, but I don't know that I can no longer be proud and refreshed."

"The green mountains are covered with dust because of me, but I don't know it."

In the eyes of the old man, there was an extremely rich and complex color.

He never thought that there would be a day for the sword weapon Qingshan, but there were such cheers and joy, and such high-pitched sword chant.

500 years ago, during the battle of Nanqian, he rose up with a green hill and beheaded Emperor Yuan with three swords.

At that time, Qingshan was so excited, his sword chant like a dragon.

And that was the only time he saw it.

It was the closest he was to Qingshan.

After that, it never happened again.

But now, listening to such high-pitched sword chants, watching the soaring arrogance, the heart that has been calm for a long time seems to be plucked at this moment.

Zhao Huangting's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Without my arrogance, I will challenge the Emperor Yuanmeng again... I am afraid that I will lose it with one move. If I don't say anything about it, it will only increase the joke."

"How can I, Zhao Huangting, end up with a joke?"

The old man closed his eyes.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

When the old man opened his eyes again, the confusion in his eyes disappeared.

The eyes were as clear as washing, and a little revived heroism bloomed from the bottom of the eyes.

The rickety waist slowly straightened.

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Hua Jiebing, who was shrouded in the grand formation of Yuanshen and driven to a desperate situation by the Tong Diao Temple of the Nine Realms, was already ready to be destroyed.

But a burst of arrogance soaring into the sky immediately interrupted her decisive thoughts.

The emperor of the Zhao family used his primordial spirit to draw the emperor's energy, and the palm he wanted to catch the heart sword was smashed by a familiar young man with a sword!

An Le!

Hua Jiebing looked at An Le, dazed and in a trance for a while.

Is this still the shy young man who just set foot in cultivation and wanted to ask for the cultivation method?
However, Hua Jiebing was not surprised for too long, she knew that opportunities were hard to come by.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she completely released the sword energy in her heart sword. The sword furnace clanged between her brows, and the dense sword energy flowed like a three thousand-foot waterfall!
It's like the thousand hands behind the Sword Qi Guanyin!
boom! ! !
The primordial spirit array restraining Jian Qi Guanyin trembled violently and was beaten endlessly.

Around Baiyu Square, the complexions of those masters who had released their primordial spirits turned pale instantly, as if their primordial spirits were almost crushed, they all bit their tongues, stabilized their minds, and glared angrily.

Hua Jiebing of the eighth realm holds the sword of the heart, and his combat power is by no means weaker than any of the nine realms!
However, the Yuanshen formation was stabilized again. In addition, Tong Diao Temple also came back to his senses, transforming into countless black shadows, and killing Hua Jiebing.

It's a pity that Hua Jiebing broke the formation but failed.

However, the situation has already changed, because the young man's sword hanging in the air did not end the legend he wanted to create.

The arrogance that rushed into the sky squeezed out all the power in [Arrogance], and with such arrogance, An Le felt that his aura had soared to an unimaginable level now!
[Heroic Encouragement (Dao Fruit): Attract a lot of arrogance in the world, dare to let ordinary people kill ghosts and gods, consume arrogance to bless your body, and you can get special combat power blessings]

This is a bold introduction.

An Le felt unprecedented power flooding his body.

The heroic spirit penetrated into the sky, but it seemed that a majestic power was bred in him.

Combat power has received unprecedented special blessings!
His arrogance was like smoke, and his figure was bathed in the smoke of arrogance.

At this moment, An Le felt as if he was overlapped with the old uncle who once drew his sword to kill Emperor Yuanmeng, even, it seemed to be a replay of that moment!

The heavenly dragon transformed by the invincible force uttered ear-splitting dragon chants, winding around the heroic smoke. Compared with the heroic smoke, this invincible force is like a small snake.

Anle laughed.

Rising from the ground with great arrogance, dare to go up to the blue sky and slay the stars!
Picking up the green hill, he looked at the Yuanshen formation.

The void under his feet seemed to give birth to a substantial ladder. An Le stepped on the invisible ladder and went straight up. As he moved, the heroic wolf smoke moved with him.

An Le could feel that, with the passage of time, the heroic smoke was getting thinner.

Like a beam of light shining from the sky, it is slowly covered.

Therefore, An Le didn't procrastinate, didn't waste, when the green mountain in his hand cut off the emperor of the Zhao family and slapped it, he turned his target and threw it on the Yuanshen formation.

The Yuanshen formation that can trap Mrs. Shuhua's eight-level extreme sword energy Guanyin is absolutely powerful and terrifying.

However, at this moment, An Le has the confidence to open this formation!

A lotus flower arose from the sword spirit under his feet, Anle's white clothes swelled, and he climbed up to the sky step by step.

"Stop him!"

In Tianxuan Palace.

The deep and cold voice of the emperor of the Zhao family resounded.

There was a burst of qi one after another, and among the imperial guards there were strong men who had broken through the six realms to stop An Le. In addition, the four strong gods who had originally set up a net of primordial spirits in Tianxuan Palace to envelop Hua Jiebing, It is also an attack on Anle.

The commander of the imperial guard who approached first, surged with energy and blood, and swung a mighty halberd.

An Le glanced at him.

Qing Shan tapped out lightly.

It was light and fluffy, but it easily cut off the halberd, and pierced through the commander of the imperial guard whose blood was roaring like a mountain fire.

The commander of the imperial guards, who had already broken through the sixth realm, smashed directly into the ground, blood flowing like a fountain.

Faced with the four tyrannical minds that came from the snare.

An Le tapped on the green hill, and the lotus blossomed with sword energy under his feet.

"Sword Qi, young man You."

Moan softly.

The four god refiners were stunned at the same time. They found that there were bamboo swords piercing through each other's hearts, breaking their hearts!
As if the heroic smoke from the sky became thinner in an instant, An Le's complexion suddenly turned pale.

However, the pale complexion did not affect An Le at all.

The young man was like a spring breeze. After killing four god-refining experts who were powerful enough to shake the court, he turned around and continued to ascend to the sky.

The figures of the four god refiners fell on the white jade square, and the thorny red blood flowed out from behind them, like red blood roses blooming in the ice and snow.

At this moment, the young man brazenly killed five people with his sword.

Undoubtedly, it frightened everyone.

At this moment, the young man seemed unbelievably comparable to a Nine Realm peak.

Although everyone knows that the boy's momentum is constantly falling.

but……

The emperor of the Zhao family who was sitting in the Tianxuan Palace seemed... also unable to find a peerless Nine Realm to suppress this sword-wielding boy in a short time.

One is obviously just a pebble thrown into a great lake that is difficult to set off waves.

But it contained a thousand-weight bomb, fell into the lake, and instantly exploded into huge waves!
In Tianxuan Palace.

The emperor of the Zhao family sat upright, staring deeply at the young man who was growing lotuses every step of the way.

It can be seen that the young man has stepped under the Yuanshen formation.

Facing the Yuanshen formation, he handed out a sword.

Click.

The Yuanshen formation, which bound Mrs. Hua's Sword Qi Guanyin, trembled slightly, like a translucent glass cover, with a line cracked.

This sword pierced through the formation, but not completely.

In Tianxuan Palace.

The emperor of the Zhao family let out a breath. He felt that the young man's vitality was declining, and he used the Qingshan sword to gain temporary strength.

But this boy doesn't last long.

An Le felt the smoke of arrogance gradually shrinking and becoming thinner, and pursed her lips.

He turned his head and glanced at his Mrs. Hua in amazement.

Anle smiled shyly.

Turn around and let go.

Qingshan is stuck in the Yuanshen formation.

Mrs. Hua only felt the breeze blowing past her face, lifting her blue hair to fly, and in the breeze, she caught An Le's faint voice that seemed to be whispering like a mosquito because of shyness, hi...what's the matter?

Mrs. Hua has not listened clearly.

An Le already clenched his fist, and punched Qingshan's sword hilt.

Qingshan's sword energy suddenly surged, flowing light and heroic aura surged, instantly piercing through the primordial spirit formation, bringing up countless fragmented primordial brilliance.

Accompanied by continuous bursts of muffled grunts and spurts of blood.

On the Yuanshen formation, there are dense cracks, like spider webs.

Like a heart-wrenching conspiracy, hiding dark demons and monsters.

That's it...

He was smashed by the boy with a punch and a sword!
The darkness shattered.

Bright and steep.

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