Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 120 The star girl rings the bell 17, and she becomes invincible and crushes the golden lotus with her psychic power 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

Daoguo has transformed itself, from a natural swordsman to a divine sword body.

It is a kind of metamorphosis mechanism that runs through the whole body from bottom to top.

His body seemed to be the carrier of sword energy, allowing the sword energy to travel upstream from the soles of his feet, flesh and blood, spirit bones, meridians, dantian, inner alchemy, sword furnace...

The viscera, the six internal organs, the limbs and bones, seem to have undergone a transformation at this moment, being intertwined and connected into one!
Sword Qi was born naturally from An Le's body, like an ancient chime bell.

In the dark, An Le seemed to hear a lot of voices. There seemed to be countless sword chants resounding in the world. He could hear the emotions emanating from each sword in the sword chants.

A stream of sword energy soared into the sky, piercing through the clouds in the sky, forming a circular wave of sword energy.

The sound of the ancient bell was accompanied by the lingering roar of three sword chants.

Like a lonely and sharp mountain peak that towers into the sky, an ancient bell was tapped three times by an ancient swordsman wearing a bamboo hat.

Every strike seems to have brought extraordinary transformation to this swordsman.

Washed the heart, washed the flesh, washed the soul!
The sentient beings are so far away, accompanied by the chant of the sword, it seems that the swords of every kendo practitioner are trembling involuntarily.

The sound spread, and came out from Jianchi Lake, like a gust of spring breeze, accompanied by the endless drizzle that fell from the sky, and sprinkled to every corner of Jinguan City.

Let every citizen of Jinguan City who wears a sword be immersed in this sound, and the sword at the waist seems to be accompanied by a sword chant.

In the middle of the green lawn, An Le stepped on the bluestone and stood there.

Zhao Huangting and Su Muzhe both watched in disbelief. Even Zhao Huangting, who had great expectations for An Le, couldn't hide his shock at this moment.

He didn't have the slightest doubt about whether An Le could ring the sword bell.

The bell can definitely ring, being able to inherit the green hills, and even see the green hills within the green hills, is enough to show that An Le's talent in the way of swordsmanship is beyond doubt.

However, Zhao Huangting actually has no idea how high this talent is, but it is definitely not low. Anle has been in contact with practice and now it is too short. In such a short period of time, Zhao Huangting can't see Anle. Specific kendo talent.

Because, An Le's cultivation talent is also not weak, both refining the spirit and exercising the body are of good quality.

But today, he was really shocked. After all, An Le didn't even get close to the sword bell, so the sword bell was suspended in the air on the stone platform, and it made three rings!
Not to mention him, even Su Muzhe, the native-born Palace Master of Jianchi Lake, had never seen him before.

This Jianchi Palace seemed to wake up completely at this moment.

Wave after wave of sword energy rose from Jinguan City and Jianchi Palace.

Countless drizzles were cut by the sword energy, but one sword weapon after another rushed into the sky. The sword cultivators of the Sword Pool Palace in green clothes, with their hands behind their backs, stepped on the sword weapons, like peerless sword fairies , come hand in hand.

The sound of air waves whistling across the sky seemed to break the silence of the ancient city at once.

And those swordsmiths who were on the sword-forging furnace, beating sword embryos with the help of the fairy fire in the Sword Pool Palace, and casting swords also stopped their movements and walked out of the sword-making house one by one.

Most of these masters were shirtless, and their hair was a bit dry due to years of dealing with the Earth Immortal Fire. They walked out of the room, leaning against the door, and closed their eyes.

Listening to the chime of swords chanting bells lingering throughout Jinguan City.

They could hear the difference in the sound of the bell, and as swordsmiths, they could feel the emotions contained in the chanting of the sword.

"Unbelievable... The sound of the sword bell is not from external force striking the sword bell, but from the inside of the sword bell, tremors from the inside out, and the sound of the sword bell, which is thick, joyful, and joyful...every time One emotion makes all the difference.”

"It wasn't someone who rang it, it was the sound of the sword bell ringing itself..."

"The edge of the sword is so wonderful."

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The swordsmiths closed their eyes one by one, listening intoxicated to the once-in-a-thousand-year bell that spontaneously resounded from the inside of the sword bell. Many swordsmiths even had a clear understanding in their hearts. For the embryos that were burning in the sword furnace, With new ideas and feelings.

"Such visions only appeared when the old palace master set foot in the fairyland on land... that time, the sword bell rang nine times, the sky was full of rays of light, the sword energy was rainbow-filled, and an immortal came out from behind the gate of heaven, knocking on the sword and playing Congratulations on the fairy song."

"Although the sword bell only rang three times today, it is already extraordinary. The countless ancient swords and countless dead sword souls that were cast in the sword bell seem to be revived at this moment..."

In a sword-making house in the deepest part of Jianchi Palace.

An extremely old man walked out slowly. The old man's white hair was gray and withered, each strand of white hair was like a silver-white sword thread, his eyes were full of turbidity, and his face was full of dark spots left by the years. spot.

"Jianliu, go and see who caused the sound of the sword mound... The natural fate between these people and the sword is the luck of Jianchi Palace. Maybe... the extreme sword in the sword furnace has some An opportunity to become a sword."

The old man murmured.

Beside him, there was also a shirtless middle-aged man, who couldn't help being extremely awed upon hearing this.

Can't help clasping fists and bowing respectfully.

Then he took a step forward, opened his mouth and breathed out the sword energy, his body lingered around the sword energy, swayed straight up, and swept towards Jianchi Lake.

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In front of the jade stele archway outside Jianchi Palace.

Changing into a Confucian shirt and holding an oil-paper umbrella, King Jiangling stood still in the drizzle, raised his head, and stared at the many swords passing by over the Sword Pool Palace, as well as the practitioner sitting on the swords , there was still a solemn look on his face.

The drizzle falling on the umbrella surface seemed to contain a sharp sword energy that wanted to cut the umbrella surface.

The second prince and Li Qingchuan, an old Taoist from Tianshi's mansion, followed him, and the three of them walked together, listening to the three bells that sounded like the humming of a giant whale.

"Has someone rang the sword bell?"

The second prince Zhao Pei asked suspiciously: "Could it be that the An Le who wore the green mountain entered the Jianchi Palace and only rang the sword bell three times?"

However, Li Zhenren and Jiangling King of Tianshi Mansion shook their heads, their expressions were strange.

"The old Taoist has been ringing the bell in the Tianshi Mansion for decades, but he can tell a little bit that these three sounds are not the bell ringing sound caused by the impact of external force on the clock face, but more like the sound wave that the bell vibrates automatically from the inside. "

Li Zhenren's tone was somewhat unbelievable and complicated.

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the second prince, and then he returned to calm: "I remember that Jianchi Palace rings the sword bell to find the fate of the sword, and the judgment is based on the number of bells."

"It's predestined to be able to ring the sword bell but less than three times."

"If you ring the sword bell for nine times, it means that you are very destined. The Sword Pool Palace can cast a sword handle for it, with a rank of three ranks."

"The sword bell oscillates up to eighteen rings. It is very destined. Jianchi Palace can cast a second-grade sword handle for it."

"My old emperor uncle, in front of Jianchi Lake, wore that tattered bamboo sword, and rang the sword bell for eighteen rings with one hand, just to get the green hills to open up, which made the old sword sage He couldn't help but opened the eyes that had been sealed for a hundred years, and cast his gaze."

"At this moment, there are only three rings... but it doesn't matter whether it's from the inside or outside of the bell, it's nothing."

The second prince said softly.

King Jiangling glanced at the second prince, and a smile appeared on his refined and somewhat seductive face.

"Only based on your self-confidence, between Zhao Shenyan and you, I will choose you."

Jiangling is king, but he can't hear whether it is ridicule or praise in the words.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, smiled indifferently, and raised his hand to caress the golden sand between his eyebrows.

"Really Li, although the Heavenly Master's Mansion is a Taoist school, it also has the inheritance of swordsmanship. If I use the power of purple qi and golden lotus to ring the sword bell...do you think it can break eighteen rings?"

The second prince asked softly.

The jade stele archway in front of Jianchi Palace was quiet, only the slight sound of the drizzle falling on the blue stones permeated the air.

Li Qingchuan, a Taoist from the Master's Mansion that day, was taken aback when he heard the words, and continued to smile in embarrassment: "Purple Qi Jinlian is a strange thing condensed by luck in the Heavenly Master's Mansion. It should not be difficult to ring the bell, but to break the eighteen rings... poor It’s really unpredictable.”

These candid words made the second prince's eyes reveal excitement.

King Jiangling also had an interested smile on his lips.

The three of them took steps, broke through the drizzle, and walked into it.

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The changes in all sides of Jianchi Lake naturally provoked Su Muzhe to wake up from the shocking reaction.

She turned her head to look at An Le, her eyes were bright, and then he looked at Zhao Huangting again, his eyes were as tender as water.

"Master, I believe you!"

When Zhao Huangting heard the words, he stroked his beard and smiled. Although he was also shocked, at this time, he naturally had to show a calm look.

"You have to believe your husband and my eyes."

Zhao Huangting's words were flat, but his tone was somewhat complacent.

Su Muzhe pursed his lips and smiled, seeing the figures stepping on the sword or riding the sword light, he raised his hand and made a light move.

Most of the sword cultivators never approached, but just sat on their swords and watched from a distance.

But there are exceptions.

For example, the middle-aged man who was ordered to come from the side of the old swordsmith fell beside the crowd, and his eyes immediately fell on An Le.

I can confirm in my heart that it is this son who caused the sword bell to ring three times.

"Yo, isn't this Lao Wan?"

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Zhao Huangting could not help smiling when he saw the visitor.

The middle-aged man's face was stiff, and he glanced coldly at Zhao Huangting, as if he was surprised why this annoying guy came again.

"Wan Jieliu, you have been learning how to forge swords from Master Wang for so many years, but you have forged some famous tricks? Have you made a famous sword for me to see?"

Zhao Huangting has long been familiar with the strangeness, he already knew the temper of this comer.

"Who is this boy?"

The middle-aged man was shirtless, looking at An Le with sparkling eyes, and asked.

"Didn't you see the green hill on his waist? The old man gave him the green hill, it's my old friend." Zhao Huangting said with a smile.

Wan Jieliu ignored Zhao Huangting, stared at An Le, looked at it carefully, as if looking at a perfect sword embryo, his eyes gradually became a little hot.

"He hasn't rung the bell yet, and the teacher is looking forward to a few rings from him, so he let me have a look."

Wan Jieliu said.

Zhao Huangting and Su Muzhe were both stunned, unexpectedly, before An Le rang the bell, he would attract the attention of the old swordsmith who was second only to the old sword master in the sword pool palace.

The Anle at this moment is gradually recovering from the state of self-sloughing of Daoguo.

Because the Dao Fruit of [Natural Swordsman] was constantly trembling, An Le couldn't help but make up his mind, and began to bless the energy of time, so that the Dao Fruit would shed itself.

He sacrificed a ray of golden time energy and the original [Broken Sword] Dao fruit that he had just obtained.

However, the luster of the first ray of golden years is not very golden, and I have never observed it, so I don't feel sorry for An Le's sacrifice.

As for the [Bengjian] Dao fruit sacrifice, An Le is even less distressed. Although Beng Jian's failure is very good, but now he has already mastered the essence of Beng Jian proficiently, even without the Dao fruit. , can still be displayed perfectly.

This kind of swordsmanship Dao fruit, for him who has the [Eternal Wizard] and [Natural Swordsman] Dao fruit, may not be bad at the beginning, but it will gradually become tasteless.

[Tongshen Sword Body] Dao fruit changes An Le's physique and even his attitude towards the sword.

If it is said that the fruit of the natural swordsman is to increase An Le's understanding of the sword, then the appearance of the sword body is tantamount to turning An Le into a magnet, and the sword will have a great attraction for him.

The former is man against sword, and the latter is sword against man.

That is a kind of transformation of identity counterpoint!

Even, at this very moment, An Le's comprehension of swords suddenly jumped to a new level.

He had a new understanding of bamboo branches, fragrant grasses and the three swords of Cipai passed down by Zhao Huangting.

The sword furnace clanged between the brows, and the perception of the sword waterfall map became clearer and clearer. Even the vision map of the future sword energy of the green hills blurred by thick fog became clearer.

He vaguely saw the truth of the future sword energy left by the holy master.

It's like a leap in the level of comprehension of kendo.

The connection between the green mountain and the ink pool on the waist and Anle became closer and closer, and Anle could even feel the real emotion that seemed to be beating in the two swords.

The body of the sword can pass through the gods, and the sword can pass through the gods.

Su Muzhe used to shepherd three thousand swords, and An Le felt the emotional transformation between each sword and Su Muzhe.

But now, An Le can also feel Jian's emotions.

Maybe that's what the sword god meant.

Of course, today's An Le is still far from the real sword god, but with the sword body, becoming a sword god is no longer a problem.

An Le opened his eyes, the sword energy between heaven and earth suddenly dissipated and returned to his body.

The sword bell rang three times, as if it had completed the welcoming ceremony, it fell back to the stone platform again, shaking off the dust, and everything returned to calm.

A gentle breeze blows over Jianchi Lake, carrying the still cold water vapor and sword energy.

The people around Jianzhong, who were preparing to ring the bell, were a little confused and puzzled at this moment, as if they didn't quite understand why Jianzhong came so suddenly.

Of course, not everyone knows why.

That woman in blue, Lu Ziwei, who was on the star list of Dali Kingdom, just thought of something, and turned her head to look in the direction of An Le, her eyes flickering.

In addition, there is also a man wearing the green clothes of the disciple of Jianchi Palace. Turning his head, he can see that there is a sword energy in his body, which seems to be an uncontrollable ups and downs.

"An Le, the three of you can go to the bank of Jianchi Lake, don't be in a hurry to ring the bell, sit cross-legged around the stone platform, and brew your emotions for ringing the bell."

"Every time the sword bell rings, it is of great significance. It is good for combing one's own cultivation and understanding of one's own swordsmanship, but the bell must be continuous and cannot be stopped. Therefore, brew a good mood and ring it vigorously. The bell is very important."

Zhao Huangting looked at An Le, Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng.

Of course, it was mainly for An Le, Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng... were just here to make up the numbers.

Lin Qingyin is a very polite girl, she is not good at wielding a sword, and she doesn't even like fighting.

And Lin Zhuifeng didn't wear a fire stick around his waist, so he naturally didn't like the sword.

Zhao Huangting did not expect them to ring the sword bell, but he was full of expectations for An Le.

The sword bell rang before it got close. If it really started to ring the bell, would it be possible to get close to the record set by the old sword master?

An Le clasped his fists and bid farewell to Zhao Huangting, Su Muzhe and the shirtless man who appeared later, and the three walked towards Jianzhong in the spring rain.

Many disciples of Jianchi Palace, as well as practitioners from Dali Kingdom's star list, all looked at the three people who came.

The woman in blue, Lu Ziwei, stared at An Le. She felt a sharp sword energy from the young man. The young man... looked like a sword.

The azure blue long sword on her lap, at this moment, was involuntarily cheered because of the boy's approach...

At this moment, everyone around Jianzhong released their swords to suppress themselves, preventing the swords from rushing towards the young man and causing embarrassing jokes.

An Le found a clean place on the lawn, and smiled at the people around her. His handsome and seductive face made many female disciples of Jianchi Palace blush.

The drizzle was sprinkled on the white clothes, and then soaked from the clothes, bringing a little moisturising.

An Le slowly closed her eyes, and began to smooth out the ups and downs in her body due to her transformation into a Tongshen sword body.

The world seems to have become quiet.

After experiencing the initial hustle and bustle, everyone around them began to recuperate and brew their emotions.

Although the atmosphere has become quiet, everyone knows that after the silence is the real hustle and bustle.

The woman in blue, Lu Ziwei, gently caressed the azure blue long sword with her slender and fair palm, her eyelashes trembling slightly, feeling the emotion stirring in the sword.

The woman stood up slowly, and the blue gauze skirt fell down like starlight.

When she stood up, she attracted too many people's attention.

This woman with a special status, number one on the star list of Dali Kingdom, naturally has an amazing reputation.

Step by step, she walked to the stone platform.

It was so huge that it looked like a big clock made of swords one after another on the surface, and it seemed to be haunted by a heavy breath of time, just like that in front of her.

The woman raised her hand, and the azure blue long sword flickered in her hand, and finally she held it in the direction of the hilt, and slammed it hard on the sword bell.

On the surface of the sword bell, invisible sword energy rippled out in all directions.

The frost grass on the grass was blown to the side.

The woman's blue dress was flying, but the sword bell finally floated up, as if the countless sword weapons cast in it collided with each other, and a dull sword bell rang!

With the sound of the bell, the surface of the calm Jianchi Lake suddenly formed a layer of white waves, swaying all the way to the distance.

The woman rang the sword bell, but this was just the beginning!
Even Zhao Huangting, Su Muzhe and other powerhouses all focused on the woman.

The woman's blue hair is like a waterfall, and there seem to be stars floating in the ends of her hair.

She held the sword backhand again, and pushed out a palm, the sword energy exploded in the palm of her hand like a whirlpool, and hit the surface of the sword clock.

The swords inside jingled and collided, and there was another sound!
The woman's white and jade-like skin seemed to vibrate with the sound of the bell at this moment.

The sword qi in his body was boiling, and his mind, qi and blood were being baptized to varying degrees.

dong dong dong...

One after another, the bell lingered and exploded between the sky and the earth.

On the surface of Jianchi Lake, the white waves surged like a snake, piled up continuously, and slapped on the cliff-like lake bank, exploding the icy spray with sword energy.

After seventeen rings in a row, the sword bell was already two inches high from the stone platform!
Boom!
However, at this point, the sword energy of the woman in blue has been exhausted, and there is no way to continue. Holding the calm blue long sword, she floated out of the stone platform and laid on the grass. Arranging the harvest.

The uproar was undulating around Jianzhong.

It was all the surprise from the disciples of Jianchi Palace. After all, the seventeenth ringing of the sword bell was enough to overwhelm the younger generation of Jianchi Palace and take the lead.

The geniuses on the Dali Star List smiled excitedly, but they all felt that it was only natural for women to do this.

Sitting upright on the lawn, the genius of Jianchi Palace in Tsing Yi also stood up.

With one step, the sword energy swayed from under his feet.

The innate energy lingers around the body, between the opening and closing of the eyebrows, the mind is like an electric dragon galloping after the evening clouds.

"Jianchi Palace Lu Shisan, strike the sword bell today."

The man speaks.

His eyes were on Lu Ziwei, the woman in blue who still had her eyes closed.

Stepping onto the stone platform step by step, Lu Shisan unsheathed the sword behind his back, and instantly soared into the sky, as if turning into a dragon, and crashed into the sword bell.

As the sword leader of the younger generation in Jianchi Palace, this was the first time Lu Shisan rang the sword bell, because before he felt that the time to ring the bell was immature.

The emotions he has accumulated for a long time are pouring out today.

The woman ringing the bell seventeen is also his motivation!
"when--"

The sword bell was rang without any suspense.

The bursting bell set off white waves on Jianchi Lake.

After nine rings, the sound has not stopped.

The disciples of Jianchi Palace were in high spirits, but after No. 15 sounded, they couldn't continue.

Lu Shisan sighed, and floated out of the stone platform, with sword energy clanging all over his body, he worked on the ground, sorting out the harvest.

The bell rang fifteen times, but it was still the woman who was missing two.

The woman in blue, Lu Ziwei, finally opened her eyes, and took a serious look at Lu Shisan. She was able to ring the bell fifteen times, but it was absolutely impressive. The generation of Jianchi Palace also had geniuses.

However, the woman's eyes shifted for a while, and finally fell on An Le.

This young man who caused the sword bell to ring before...

Lu Shisan also understood, following the woman's gaze, she landed on An Le.

There is no confrontation, but more of a peaceful exchange of arguments.

Communicate with the sound of sword bells.

Under the eyes of the two, An Le smiled. With the sound of the sword bell ringing by the two of them, the rising and falling sword energy in An Le's body was calmed down.

No more emotions were brewing, because the impatience released by the Tongshen sword body, the sword energy surging in every inch of flesh and blood made him stand up slowly.

The boy's white clothes are bulging, and his sleeves are full of spring breeze.

Step by step, he boarded the stone platform with the ancient sword and bell on it.

Suddenly, wanton laughter sounded.

On the bluestone road in the distance.

The three came quickly.

The second prince Zhao Pei, who was dressed in a fine attire, had the golden sand between his brows shining brightly. He stepped forward step by step, each step spanning a distance of tens of meters. In just a few steps, he came across the sky and landed on the sword bell platform above.

Zhao Pei's breath swelled, and the golden sand between his eyebrows seemed to come alive.

"I want to ring the bell, you go down."

Zhao Pei looked at An Le with a wide smile.

There is no doubt in the words.

The words fall.

The golden sand between his eyebrows suddenly burst into bright golden light, like a golden lotus quietly blooming in a pool of heaven, and the purple air lingered like a dragon, entangled around Zhao Pei's body.

A general trend is coming down, trying to push An Le out of the stone platform, making An Le a joke and affecting his mood of ringing the bell.

However, An Le at this moment, the sword energy in Tongshen Sword's body was almost about to explode.

Facing the coercion of the purple qi golden lotus coming down under the coercion.

Like an enraged dragon!

boom! ! !
The long-lost invincible power suddenly entrenched Anle's body, opened his fangs, and roared towards the blooming purple air golden lotus.

Infinite sword energy burst out from the body of An Le Tong Divine Sword, blending into the invincible momentum.

The invincible Tianlong flicked his tail, and swept the condensed purple qi golden lotus and the ugly second prince out of the stone platform.

The heavenly dragon transformed by the invincible momentum is fused with the sword energy that can't wait to be vented from the Tongshen sword body.

It hit the sword bell fiercely.

The sword bell hangs nine inches high in an instant!

The chimes of bells and swords resounded like a burst in an instant, rolling away in ripples, causing a wave of water that was ten feet high on the Jianchi Lake that had just recovered its calm!

At the same time, on the stone platform, the young man in white began to chant softly.

"one."

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