Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 126 Zhao Huangting watches the sword and understands the past, the peerless three swords invite Qingshan to start

The name of the sword, Yan returns to the nest!

A soft voice lingered above Jianchi Palace, echoing between heaven and earth.

It's not such a domineering name.

At least, it is much softer than Qixing Longyuan and Chengying, the two first-grade extreme swords that are still in the hands of Jianchi Palace.

However, listening to the name of this sword, it gave people an inexplicable feeling, as if they felt silent because of the meaning contained in the name of the sword.

Yan returns to the nest, not forgetting the original intention, returning to the place where everything started.

The emotion of thinking is hidden, but what can be thought of is the purest original heart and the heart of a child.

Those who hold this sword should uphold a burning heart.

An Le was suspended in the air, the broken green shirt on his upper body fluttered, and there was a touch of emotion and love for the name of the sword on his face.

"Yan Guichao, a good name."

An Le said softly.

The plum blossoms are all gone, and the spring is returned to Yan.

In the years and years, ask yourself and your original heart, and say a soft farewell.

At this moment, An Le also has a lot of insights. Forging a sword is like painting, the sword embryo is paper, and holding a hammer is like holding a pen. The process of casting a sword is like the process of a painter drawing the image in his heart. The mood and thoughts you want to express.

At this moment, the sword name Yan returned to the nest, lingering in everyone's ears.

In Jianchi Palace, standing outside the shattered sword casting workshop, the practitioners whose clothes were blown by the wind formed by the heat wave all knew the name of this newly released sword.

The swallow returns to the nest.

After wandering in the world for a lifetime, Yan returned to her nest in the end.

Zhao Huangting was hunting in plain clothes, his frosty hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes were closed, and the name "Swallows Returning to Their Nests" was whispering on the corners of his lips.

At this moment, this sword and his mind were in an unprecedented fit.

He once walked the world with his sword.

He once beheaded Emperor Yuan with a sword.

Although all the wind has been blown away by the rain.

But when life comes to an end and the fire of Nirvana is burning, what they are after is nothing more than a return to the original heart.

Zhao Huangting once thought, what is his purpose in going north?
Is it really as simple as asking Emperor Yuan for a refreshment?

After moving south for [-] years, he never crossed the Canglang River again, and drew his sword towards Emperor Yuanmeng once again?
Today, he seems to understand a little bit.

The purpose of his going north was to take a look at the old land, to see the lair trampled by Yuanmeng iron cavalry.

He is like an old swallow that has crossed the Canglang River and moved south for five hundred years, just wanting to return to the old soil and nest at the end of his life.

Shuang Li still asks, but the most important thing is to settle a knot in his heart.

Zhao Huangting opened his eyes, suddenly a fierce sword intent erupted from his body, his plain clothes flew up, as if even the corners of his clothes were stained with sword energy.

With his body as the center, a radius of ten feet was emptied.

There is a sword qi in the shape of a column, spreading out inch by inch from the ground, like a green bamboo breaking through the ground, soaring straight up, holding its head up to the sky and swaggering!
The surrounding disciples of Jianchi Palace, swordsmiths, and Dali practitioners were all shocked, and those who were shocked by this abundant sword energy couldn't help but fled far away.

Su Muzhe's blue hair was flying, his eyes were shining, staring at this moment, like Zhao Huangting who had realized his state of mind, with surprise on his face.

Lu Ziwei and other cultivators from Dali Kingdom didn't recognize Zhao Huangting, they just felt that this old senior who was lingering with lifeless spirit was so powerful at this moment.

"Who is he?" A Dali practitioner asked in amazement.

Lu Ziwei's eyes flickered. Although she was young, she had heard of sword cultivators who had created legends and made a name for themselves in the history of practice.

"Don't you know this senior?"

A disciple of Jianchi Palace asked in surprise.

"He is a 'bamboo guest' who used to walk around the world with a sword. He saw the injustice on the road in the Xiliang Kingdom, drew his sword and killed ghosts and evil cultivators in the Hell Palace!"

"He is a romantic swordsman who blocked the sword on Kunpeng Mountain alone, fought with the big monster, and put down a monster tide with his own life!"

"He is the peerless sword fairy who dared to kill Emperor Yuanmeng with a broken bamboo sword in the Great Zhao Nanqian battle!"

"His name is Zhao Huangting!"

Lu Shisan, a young Jianchi Palace disciple, blushed and said excitedly.

Lu Shisan naturally grew up listening to his deeds for this senior who even Su Muzhe, the owner of Jianchi Palace, could never forget.

Maybe this senior has been silent for 500 years, and he has lost the reputation of being a high-spirited and romantic person, but there will always be people in the world who are reading his legend and admiring his deeds.

Lu Ziwei's beautiful eyes narrowed, was it actually the old uncle of the Zhao Dynasty who was evaluated by the national teacher as having lost his style and the sun was setting? !

But today, this smile evoked a peerless aura of sword energy soaring to the sky, which is definitely not like the sunset and west mountains in the evaluation of the national teacher.

At this moment, Zhao Huangting's eyes became calm, and his ups and downs gradually calmed down.

The pain that originally covered the whole body began to gradually weaken, and the fire of Nirvana was even completely compressed in the body, and when it erupted, it would burst out with a shocking momentum.

Zhao Huangting sat down with sword energy lingering all over his body.

Countless sword qi permeated his body, building up a majestic aura, which continued to rise, as if gradually returning to the former peak, reappearing the former flair and pride.

There was a hint of pride on Su Muzhe's face, but also a touch of sadness and sadness.

She raised her hand, tapped lightly, and countless swords flew out from between her brows.

Weaving around, it seems to form a fence of protection and isolation.

Isolated from the approach and disturbance of other people.

Zhao Huangting was building momentum for going north, so all she could do was to prevent anyone from disturbing her.

The sword energy was drawn into the clouds, like a sleeping dragon.

In the turquoise sword pool lake.

There was a chuckle and sigh.

"good."

But I don't know whether it is no matter how many first-grade extreme sword swallows return to the nest in the world, or whether Zhao Huangting's heart has been enlightened and his original intention has returned.

……

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above the sky.

A smile appeared on Wang Yansheng's face, holding Yan back to the nest, his eyes were full of tenderness.

However, at this moment, the casting of Yan Guichao has not yet been completed, and there are still very important tempering swords and opening fronts left.

He looked at An Le, and gradually suppressed the smile on his face: "An Le, come with me, since you want to give Qingshan a head start, you have to be optimistic and remember every step of the way."

"Although Qingshan is a bamboo sword, I don't know its rank, but the old man has observed that although Qingshan is lacking, its rank is definitely not lower than first-grade extreme."

"If you want to start a sword like this, you don't rely on strength, but the relationship with the sword, the connection with the sword."

"Qingshan is willing to fight for you, so you can fight for him."

Wang Yansheng is very experienced, and told Anle his understanding of Qingshan Kaifeng.

Even if Zhao Huangting came to Qingshan four times to lead the charge, Wang Yansheng had never said so earnestly.

It's not because An Le helped him create Yan Guichao, but in Wang Yansheng's view, An Le has a better chance to lead Qingshan than Zhao Huangting.

Aoyama... would rather open for peace and happiness.

An Le nodded. Even though he was exhausted after swinging the hammer for nearly six days and nights, he didn't dare to relax at all.

The sword furnace clanged between the brows, and the primordial spirit sitting on the increasingly solid heart sword embryo opened his eyes, and the glow behind him was shining every inch of it.

Wang Yansheng held the swallow to return to the nest. This sword was exuding extremely hot at the moment, and it was exuding a clear sword cry, like a flying swallow singing softly.

Forging a first-grade extreme sword is by no means easy, but when the sword is out of the furnace, most of the tests have actually been completed, and the rest of the tempered sword is difficult, but the failure rate is much lower.

Wang Yansheng held the scalding sword, he didn't seem to feel the scorching heat at all.

He looked at An Le and said, "An Le, borrow a drop of blood."

"This sword was forged for you, so it naturally belongs to you."

An Le didn't hesitate, a drop of blood secreted from her fingertips, floating up.

Wang Yansheng smeared this drop of blood on Yan Guichao's wide sword, as if there was a sound of cheering and jumping, accompanied by a sound of "chi chi", the blood melted into the sword, leaving a dark red streak on the sword Mark of.

An Le secretly felt that his mind seemed to have established an invisible connection with this sword.

"go!"

Wang Yansheng's eyes were bright, and the majestic and powerful primordial spirit immediately swept out.

Enveloping the Lord Anle, he flew across the sky towards the rippling Jianchi Lake in an instant, and hovered above the Jianchi Lake in less than a breath.

The Jianchi Lake at the bottom has clear water, reflecting the blue sky, like a piece of silver surging, containing a pool of sword energy!
"Tempering the sword is the key to increasing the toughness of the sword. Since ancient times, the first-grade extreme swords have been the toughest things in the world, and they are invincible."

"Back then, the founder of the Jianchi Palace tempered a peerless first-grade extreme sword with the water of the Jianchi Lake. The water in the Jianchi Lake has long been full of sword energy."

"Quenching the sword is not really quenching the sword with water, but quenching the sword with sword energy."

Wang Yansheng's clothes fluttered, and silver threads of sword hair fluttered constantly.

An Le floated beside him, staring intently.

By the bank of Jianchi Lake, the figures of swordsmiths flew over quickly, and their faces were full of excitement and anticipation.

To be able to witness the birth of a first-grade extreme sword, for a swordsmith, there is no regret in this life.

Wan Jieliu is the most insane, he never imagined that he really succeeded, the teacher's gamble, risk everything, put all his hopes on this young man, he actually turned into a sword embryo.

He clenched his fists tightly, staring at the two figures hanging in the middle of the lake, and the sword that seemed to attract everyone's attention.

Tempering the sword, opening the front, is very important for a sword.

The strong is related to the toughness of the sword, and the latter is related to the sharpness of the sword!
It is the key to whether Yan Guichao can really leap to the first rank!
The world seems to have become quiet at this moment, and everyone's eyes are fixed on the two figures on Jianchi Lake.

Wang Yansheng handed out the sword, and the point of Yan Guichao's sword was perpendicular to the lake. He looked at Anle, Anle understood, and stretched out his hand to hold the long and narrow iron sword hilt.

Hot intent and surging sword intent surged out from the hilt.

An Le's complexion turned red all of a sudden.

However, most of the sword energy was blocked by Wang Yansheng.

"The sword energy contained in the first-grade extreme sword is absolutely good. An excellent swordsmith must have a strong enough cultivation base. The purpose is not to kill and fight, but to suppress the sword energy."

Wang Yansheng couldn't help smiling and explained.

Then, began to slowly force.

Together with An Le, they returned the hot swallow to the nest and stabbed towards Jianchi Lake.

Rumble!
The breeze on the lake instantly turned into a hurricane, intertwining and circling like a sudden tornado!

The calm Jianchi Lake suddenly had slight water waves like dragon scales, like a giant dragon with scales erected.

Chi Chi Chi!
When Yan Guichao's sword tip submerged into Jianchi Lake, the icy lake water covered the sword tip in an instant, and the color of Yan Guichao's sword tip changed immediately, revealing a crystal clear bright red.

After leaving the sword furnace, Yan Guichao, the sword body was originally black, but at this moment, it turned out to be crimson, as if it had been boiled from rubies, and it seemed that it was still in the sword furnace, being affected by the immortal fire from the earth. incinerate.

The steaming heat instantly rolled over the lake.

Every ray of hot air contains a ray of sharp sword energy!Full of sharpness that cuts through everything!

The water in the entire Jianchi Lake seemed to be boiling, being boiled by the heat of Yan Guichao's sword.

This sword energy shrank An Le's eyes, as if he had turned into a lonely and flooded boat under the stormy waves on the vast sea, which would be swallowed by the huge waves at any time without a trace!
What kind of sword energy is this!

This Jianchi Lake...

It's like turning into a terrifying sword!

"The water in Jianchi Lake has tempered countless swords, from the ninth rank to the first rank. All the sword energy is there. Quenching swords with the water of Jianchi Lake will naturally induce every sword to be quenched in Jianchi Lake. The sword spirit of a refined sword."

"For thousands of years, tempering swords has been tempered by the sword energy of Jianchi Lake. This is why, every sword produced by Jianchi Palace is far superior to the swords made by other swordsmiths from other forces in the world. reason."

"Because the sword produced by Jianchi Palace is the product that has withstood the sword energy of the same level!"

"This is also the foundation for Jianchi Palace to become the number one sword-making force in the world!"

Wang Yansheng said solemnly.

"Hold your mind, the process of tempering the sword is also the process of testing the swordsmith. Once we break down first, the sword will naturally break down."

"Stick to your mind, I believe that with your relationship with the sword, you will definitely be able to hold on, and let Yan Guichao be immersed in Jianchi Lake!"

Wang Yansheng has great expectations for Anle.

Today, the final step of forging a first-grade sword has been taken, and there is no turning back.

An Le took a deep breath, the sword energy in the sword furnace resounded, and under the soul, the heart sword and sword embryo exuded sword energy, keeping the mind tight.

boom! ! !
Countless sword energy surged.

With the joint efforts of the two, Yan Guichao entered the lake an inch more!
The sound of chi chi chi resounded endlessly, and the clang of countless swords and weapons resounded between the heaven and the earth.

A water column surged up on Jianchi Lake, supporting Anle, Wang Yansheng, and Yan Guichao who had pierced into Jianchi Lake.

It's like twisting a water dragon with a sword!

The water dragon opened its mouth and roared, trying to swallow the hot sword!
An Le and Wang Yansheng kept passing swords, their bodies were intertwined with energy and blood, and their minds were scattered. They maintained this strength and prevented the water dragon from washing them away.

However, this was just the beginning, Wang Yansheng still had the strength to take a look at Anle, seeing that Anle had endured the impact and stood still like a mountain, his face immediately showed appreciation.

I have to admit that this son An Le is indeed a kendo wizard who can ring 36 sword bells. If it is an ordinary five-level practitioner, in the face of this kind of kendo coercion, his blood would have frozen and his soul would have fallen asleep.

Ke Anle is still able to do a job with ease.

Wang Yansheng originally wanted to help Anle complete the subsequent tempering after Anle could no longer bear it.

From the looks of it now, Anle might want to last until the sword weapon is tempered.

That is of course excellent!

Wang Yansheng was thinking like this, but his hands kept moving, and he raised the force again, returning the swallow to the mouth of the water dragon, and pushing it another inch!
Boom boom boom!
The water surface of the entire Jianchi Lake is constantly being blown up by trickles, like swords that are about to fly into the sky one after another!
The world seemed to be silent at this moment.

The water waves on the surface of the lake danced, as if a sword jumped out.

As if using the thunder in the sky as a hammer and the surface of the lake as a drum, it slammed down hard, creating a muffled sound that continued to resound!

Inch by inch, the sword enters the lake one foot.

It can be seen that countless lake waters have turned into sword lights, impacting on the sword body entering the lake, and the clanging sound resounds unknowingly, making Yan Guichao's tenacity gradually become thinner and sharper!
Tempering the sword is also the beginning!
An Le's eyes narrowed. At this moment, he clearly felt the principle of Jianchihu's attack on the sword!
Polish the sword body with countless sword qi.

Grinding the sword with sword energy, grinding out the sharpest edge in the world!

Wang Yansheng smiled: "The principle is very simple, but the process is not easy, and if you really want to fight for Qingshan, the ordinary sword energy in the pool is definitely not enough, just wait and see!"

Wang Yansheng's words fell, and his blood surged again!

The silver hair of the sword poured into the sky, and the thin fleshy body, at this moment, seemed to bulge like an ancient demon god!
The power of holding the sword has skyrocketed again!
Give the sword another foot!
boom! ! !
In an instant, countless sword lights shot up into the sky in Jianchi Lake, and the sword weapon condensed by countless water flows, with the tip of the sword facing upwards, facing the swallow that was facing the point of the sword, returning to the nest.

And at the bottom of the lake, there is even more terrifying sword energy growing bit by bit!

The world seemed to be getting dark at this moment.

On the sky, covered by evening clouds.

It seems that there are seven stars lighting up one by one at this moment!

hum!
An Le's eyes shrank, only feeling that at this moment, there was a dragon's chant of swords exploding in his ears!
He felt Yan Guichao's sword trembling slightly, it was trembling with excitement, it was trembling with fear, and it was mixed with excitement!

It's like two tigers meeting in the mountains.

King to King!
On the bank of Jianchi Lake, everyone's swords were trembling, it was a trembling of submission, as if encountering the coercion emanating from a very high-grade sword.

Facing the king of the mountain, all beasts prostrate!
The lake water parted on both sides, as if cut by the sword energy, and flew into the waterfall.

It was as if a sword light that had been covered in dust for endless years rushed into the sky.

Seven stars light up in the sky.

There is a dragon king out of the pool in the pool!
The first-grade extreme sword that has been sleeping for a long time, Qixing Longyuan!

bang bang bang! ! !
The lake continued to explode, and the entire lake could no longer be calm. Countless sword qi intertwined, forming a storm of sword qi!
Yan Guichao was trembling, the ink pond on An Le's waist was also trembling, even Qingshan was trembling.

But the trembling of the three is different.

Yan Guichao is dissatisfied, Mochi is in awe, Qingshan...is disdainful.

Wang Yansheng's beard and hair were flying, staring at the seven-star dragon yuan that slowly floated up from the bottom of Jianchi lake, his face flushed, full of excitement and agitated emotions!

The ancient Yipin Jijian meets the newly forged Yipin Jijian!

The collision of the old king and the new king!

If Yan Guichao wants to be promoted to the first-rank extreme sword, he needs to use the sword energy of Qixing Longyuan to sharpen the front. Only in this way can Yan Guichao truly be called a first-rank extreme sword!

If Yan Guichao was cut to pieces by the sword qi, it meant that the impact of the first-grade extreme sword had failed.

"continue!!!"

Wang Yansheng let out a loud roar!
At this moment, there were purple thunders falling from above the cloud dome, blasting everywhere on the lake surface, causing the lake surface to explode into turbulent waves!

Zizzy thunder arcs swayed, lingering around Qixing Longyuan's body, like a sword of a fairy in the sky!

Wang Yansheng's arms swelled up, his blue veins turned over like a dragon, and he slammed his sword down.

The sword is no longer one foot five inches!
So far, Yan Guichao has three feet and five inches without the lake, and there is only one inch left, but it is difficult to enter the lake!

Countless sword qi clanged against Yan Guichao's sword, and Wang Yansheng's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

An Le is also holding the sword, and can feel the remaining inch, like a moat, preventing Yan from returning to the nest.

The sword seemed to be screaming!

There are flying swallows lingering and spreading their wings on the lake, crying and crying!

An Le panted heavily, only the surging sword energy collision at this moment was left in her eyes!

Looking at the one-inch sword that was too late to enter.

The green mountain around An Le's waist suddenly rose into the air, splitting the pressure formed by the sword energy, subconsciously raised his hand, and held the green mountain with his backhand.

It was as if a majestic green mountain appeared in front of my eyes!

Aoyama roared.

An Lexin understood, grabbed Qingshan with her backhand, and ruthlessly pulled back the hilt of Qingshan's sword, and the hilt smashed the hilt of the sword!

Collapse sword!

Boom!
The one-inch blade that had been difficult to penetrate for a long time suddenly sank into the lake!

The sword bell strikes 36, and the swallow is three feet and six inches long!

Yan Guichao is completely out of the hands of Wang Yansheng and An Le.

Escaping into the lake, the sword body is cold, and the sword energy is surging!

The sword energy in Jianchi Lake is divided into two parts, half of which is Qixing Longyuan, and the other half is for Yan to return to the nest!
So far, this newly forged first-grade extreme sword has truly become a sword!

The current world.

Add another first-grade sword!

Rumble!
Above the sky, there seemed to be a surge of rays of light, and a gap was cut in the dark clouds of the evening mist, and a ray of light was projected, shining on Yan Guichao, as if the heavens were celebrating the birth of a peerless sword!

In mid-air, the water dragon rolled up from Jianchi Lake disappeared.

Wang Yansheng's face was full of satisfaction, and he grinned, full of laughter.

However, he didn't stay for long, he took a deep look at An Le, stepped out with one step, swept away in an instant, and appeared by the lake, his eyes sparkling.

The following time belongs to Anle.

On Jianchi Lake.

An Le was naked to the waist, holding the bamboo sword Qingshan, strands of sword energy entangled from his arms, staring fixedly at Jianchi Lake.

bottom of the lake.

An old figure smiled lightly, took off the sword around his waist, flicked and tapped his fingers

The sword whistled lightly.

In an instant, Jianchi Lake was divided again.

Juggernaut saber, bear the shadow sword!
Jianchi Lake is divided into three parts of the world, the tip of the three swords is facing upwards, the sword energy is soaring, and the light is chilling the world!

An Le holds Qingshan, her eyes are shining, and the hand holding Qingshan seems to be trembling slightly.

Chengying, Yongyeon, and Yan return to their nests!
Three Swords One Grade Ultimate!

Please Qingshan lead!
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