Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 127 May the young man wield the sword like sparks, Zhao Huangting takes revenge and wipes out the palace with a sword 【Ask monthly ticket】

Three peerless first-grade swords were suspended on the lake of Jianchi. There were waves on the lake, as if a hurricane was whistling past, creating huge waves after waves!

The majestic sword energy, the terrifying sword intent, and the overwhelming coercion of the sword, diffused from the three swords, forming a big net.

Like three giant dragons poking out their heads from the lake, staring at the broken bamboo sword held by An Le in the sky above the center of the lake.

This scene seemed quite strange, at least in the eyes of everyone on the lakeside, it was somewhat incomprehensible.

After all, most people in this world don't know the name of Bamboo Sword Qingshan, even the disciples in Jianchi Palace have never heard of the name of this sword.

Only some master swordsmiths of the older generation will know how strange this tattered bamboo sword contains.

But at this moment, when the bamboo sword was about to strike, it actually attracted three top-grade swords in the world, for which they released sword energy and sharpened their blades!

What kind of weapon in the world can bear the sword energy of three first-grade swords?
As far as swords are concerned, the first-grade ultimate is already the limit. I have never heard of any treasure-level swords. It's just a sword.

First-grade extreme swords are already rare in the entire world!

An Le was suspended on Jianchi Lake.

Three strands of sword energy soared into the sky like three dragons, like three tornadoes, rolling up water on Jianchi Lake.

An Le held the green mountain, feeling the pressure was enormous, and she didn't even have the strength to move it.

Under such oppression, the physical body of the Body Forging Five Realm is as fragile as a stone condensed by sand and gravel, and it may shatter and fall to the ground when it is touched.

An Le is extremely calm at this moment, her mind is concentrated, just like when she first set foot on the path of cultivation and learned to enter tranquility.

The sword energy between heaven and earth, the turbulent lake water, and the sword chant that made the blood freeze, all resounded clearly in his ears.

He looked at the Broken Bamboo Sword in his hand, which was regarded as the first sword weapon he held.

Qingshan raised the sword body high, like a proud green bamboo, even facing the three peerless swords of the first grade in the world, he was proud and disdainful.

Zhao Huangting brought him to Jinguan City, and the main purpose of coming to Jianchi Palace was to make a breakthrough for Qingshan.

This is one of Zhao Huangting's wishes.

This old emperor uncle who used to be a romantic in the world, set foot in Jianchi Palace four times, but failed in order to obtain the bamboo sword.

When the years go by, come to an end.

The old man passed on the sword to the young man, and the young man finally held the sword and stood above Jianchi Lake, waiting for the attack.

This may be the last time the old man sees Qingshan Qifeng.

If he fails to strike again this time, the old man will never have the opportunity to watch this broken bamboo sword that has accompanied him all his life, revealing its shocking edge!
An Le let out a breath, and the surrounding silence seemed to be only the sound of him exhaling.

Leading the way for Qingshan...

Then, try it.

An Le looked at the three first-grade swords, and a look of determination gradually appeared in his eyes.

Turn the green hill slowly, with the tip of the sword pointing down, although every inch of flesh and blood is under pressure, but, along with the scriptures of the Qingshan ancient scriptures, it clings to the whole body.

That oppressive feeling gradually disappeared like a breeze.

in full view.

The people by the lakeside of Jianchi Lake could see that handsome young man with a shirtless upper body, with flying green hair, intertwined with golden scriptures all over his body, like a Buddhist wrathful Vajra, leaning on a bamboo sword, like a god and demon, floating on the lake.

The water in the lake, intertwined with sword energy, suddenly rose, supporting the young man with the sword.

An Le, who was covered in ancient scriptures, held the bamboo sword and stomped it down.

It seemed that an invisible sword energy exploded.

Stomp again!
The figure pressed down, and the lake water supporting the figure was pushed to the surface of the lake.

Last third stomp!

With the bamboo sword attached to his figure, he shot directly at the bottom of Jianchi Lake like a cannonball. With a bang, the lake water exploded into a circle of scattered white waves!

The three floating first-grade extreme sword qi, Chengying, Longyuan and Yan Guichao, uttered brilliant sword chants, and all of them fell into the lake, pulling up three falling white waves, causing violent cracking sounds in an instant!

By the lake, many people couldn't help but let out an uproar, and subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to observe the situation in the lake, but just as they took the step, they felt the sharp sword energy sweeping towards them.

It made their faces turn red, and they couldn't help but retreat.

Because of his excitement, Lu Shisan took a few more steps, and suddenly he was flushed by the impact of the sword energy, and he couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood.

The three-handed and first-grade sword energy is simply not something Lu Shisan can bear without the protection of Qingshan.

Lu Shisan coughed up blood again after bleeding three times before the sword bell, but he didn't worry at all, instead he was horrified.

"This sword energy... Can Brother An really resist it? He won't be strangled, right?"

Lu Shisan said in shock.

Lu Ziwei, number one on the Star List of Dali Kingdom, also took a step forward, slowly raised her slender, white palm, and stretched out towards the aftermath of the sword energy intertwined on the lake.

Qi and blood surged and intertwined, and the mind was filled with stars!

But it was still cut by the sword energy, and the sword marks suddenly appeared on the snow-white jade palm, and blood oozes out.

She immediately withdrew her hand, and under her calm eyes, horror appeared like Lu Shisan.

"In the next period of time, Xiu will be close to Jianchi Lake."

Wang Yansheng, who created the first-grade Extreme Sword Swallow Returning to the Nest, is now full of satisfaction, saw Lu Ziwei's movements, smiled lightly, and said.

"You don't have the unique relationship between peace and swords."

"I don't know how many days the opening of Qingshan will last. Regardless of success or failure, at the bottom of Jianchi Lake, with the protection of the old sword master, nothing will happen to Anle."

"When the dust settles, he will come out."

"On Jianchi Lake, the remaining sword energy and sword intent of the first-grade extreme sword weapon are surging. It is the best time for comprehension. Don't miss this opportunity."

"If you can comprehend the sword intent from it, it will be of great benefit to the sword weapon to use this sword intent to cultivate your sword weapon."

Wang Yansheng said with a smile, the world's number one swordsmith, who is usually grumpy, now seems to be a good-tempered grandfather.

When Lu Shisan and other Jianchi Palace disciples heard the words, their faces immediately became excited. Without any doubt or hesitation, they all circled the Jianchi Lake cross-legged, with their own swords on their laps, and practiced with their eyes closed.

Either the mind, or the primordial spirit, sprang out from the body, capturing and feeling the three strands of sword energy intertwined in the sky above Jianchi Lake.

The geniuses on the star list of Dali Kingdom looked at each other in blank dismay, and those who could be sent to Jianchi Palace to ring the sword bell were all sword practitioners in Dali Kingdom.

The sword energy on Jianchi Lake is naturally good for them.

But even Lu Ziwei was a little hesitant, after all, these three first-grade sword qi are the benefit of Jianchi Palace, and they can ring the sword bell, because Jianchi Palace does not restrict the identity of the person who rings the bell, even if It is the ghost cultivators and evil cultivators of the hell palace, as long as they have the courage, they can come to ring the bell.

But the sword energy on Jianchi Lake is a special chance, so they naturally dare not feel it casually.

As the lord of Jianchi Palace, Su Muzhe also understood this point.

He looked at Wang Yansheng who had just cast Yan Guichao. Today, Wang Yansheng's identity and status in Jianchi Palace is absolutely in full swing.

After all, as the first legendary swordsmith to forge a first-grade sword in thousands of years, he should have the respect and celebration he deserves.

Su Muzhe's status as the Palace Master is definitely not comparable to Wang Yansheng at this moment.

"Let's all realize it together. Forging swords and swallows in the Jianchi Palace is a matter of celebration for the palace. As the people who watch the swallows return to the nest and become swords, this is also your fate."

Wang Yansheng waved his hand with a smile, not thinking about it.

Hearing this, Lu Ziwei was the first to sit cross-legged, the primordial spirit jumped out, the starlight filled her body, and she began to feel the sword energy on the lake.

Practitioners from other Dali kingdoms all followed, unwilling to give up this rare opportunity.

As for the boy who fell into Jianchi Lake, everyone could only pay attention and wait secretly in their hearts.

Of course, he also wanted to see if the young man could really make a move for the bamboo sword in his hand, which caused the surging sword energy of the three first-grade extreme swords.

Wang Yansheng smiled, and looked expectantly at Jianchi Lake, which was slightly turbulent and shrouded in thick sword energy.

Whether An Le can lead the way for Qingshan, he doesn't know, Wang Yansheng has also studied Qingshan's sword, but as the world's number one swordsmith, he doesn't understand the mystery of this sword.

This sword... is too weird, too mysterious.

However, Wang Yansheng knew that if An Le could not lead the way for Qingshan...

Chengying, Longque and Yan returned to their nests, and the three first-grade extreme swords released their sword energy to lead the way. Such a card, after this time, may be difficult to make up again.

Qixing Longyuan appeared because of the birth of Yan Guichao. Unless someone forged a first-grade extreme sword next time, it would be difficult for this sword weapon that suppressed Jianchi Palace to reveal its true appearance again.

As for the Chengying Sword, it was the saber of the old sword master, and it was extremely difficult to get the approval of the old sword master and make a sword for it.

Therefore, such a situation is inevitable.

If the attack still fails...

Wang Yansheng also had nothing to say.

Su Muzhe, Wang Yansheng, and the excited Wanjuliu all left the bank of Jianchi Lake. The rest of the swordsmiths, together with the juniors of Jianchi Palace, were eagerly feeling the sword energy on the lake.

Yan Guichao's newly born first-grade extreme sword's sword energy is enough to drive these swordsmiths crazy. If they learn some swordsmithing experience from it, it will naturally improve their swordsmithing skills enormously.

Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe were so happy. If a swordsmith who could forge first-grade swords was born among these people, the status of Jianchi Palace in the Jianghu would even have to move forward.

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The three of Wang Yansheng left the lakeside and returned to the messy Sword Forging Workshop.

Zhao Huangting sat cross-legged on the ground, sword energy still intertwined around his body, because the pain caused by the fire of Nirvana had already disappeared from his face, and his pale complexion became normal.

Gradually, the sword energy around Zhao Huangting dissipated.

He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were transparent, and even the sense of old age brought by a few years disappeared.

Su Muzhe was in a trance for a while, and suddenly saw the heroic hero who was once in high spirits, dressed in Tsing Yi, with a bamboo sword on his waist, and set foot in Jianchi Palace.

Zhao Huangting opened his eyes, seeing Su Muzhe, Wang Yansheng and Wan Jieliu, he was surprised for a moment, then turned his head to look in the direction of Jianchi Lake, a strange color flickered in his eyes.

"Is the tempering sword successful?" Zhao Huangting asked.

Wang Yansheng nodded triumphantly: "Successful, one more first-grade extreme sword in the world, and Yan will return to the nest!"

"My favorite work of Wang Yansheng!"

Zhao Huangting smiled: "That's half the credit of me, An Xiaoyou! If there is no An Xiaoyou, how would you make the swallow return to the nest?"

There was no embarrassment on Wang Yansheng's face. Instead, he said seriously: "Indeed, if there is no peace and happiness, I can only regret the end of my life. Yan returns to the nest... I can't make it. The relationship between him and the sword is really unimaginable."

"I admit, you said that this son will become the hope of Jianchi Palace, I believe it."

Wang Yansheng said solemnly: "I suddenly understood why the old sword master would make such a promise to Anle, Anle...he deserves it."

"Do you know Li You'an's attitude? He is very optimistic about An Le... regards him as a spark."

Zhao Huangting said: "Li You'an, Ye Longsheng, and Zhong Shiji want to make a northern expedition, but the Emperor Zhao in Tianxuan Palace is not willing."

"You also know that the Celestial Master's Mansion uses the national fortune to raise the purple qi golden lotus. Although the imperial dynasty's national fortune is illusory, it is real. The three of them want to go to the Northern Expedition. Without the support of the national fortune, once they cross the Canglang River, they are bound to be defeated."

"However, today I also understand that a person's life is like a swallow returning to its nest, and a person returning to his homeland can fulfill his wish and lose the dragon veins of Zhongtu. Falling apart."

"Therefore, I was in a state of indifference to Li Youan, but starting today, I support him."

"Although I belong to the royal family of Zhao, I support Li You'an."

"The hope of this single spark, the target is not Da Zhao, but the whole world."

"May the young man hold the sword like a spark, and hope that he can bring the power of a prairie fire to bring clarity and peace to the world."

"The injustice in the chest can be extinguished only by wine, but the injustice in the world can be cut with the sword."

Zhao Huangting said.

The words fell like thunder.

Wang Yansheng, Su Muzhe and Wan Jieliu were all extremely shocked, their hearts were turbulent and their emotions were fluctuating.

"Forget it, it's too early to say these things now, and I don't know if An Le boy can lead Qingshan... I have a hunch that if he really leads Qingshan, he will definitely come into contact with Qingshan's real secret."

Zhao Huangting regained a smile on his face.

"I have held the sword in Qingshan for 500 years, and I have never made a move for it. What I have touched... is just the fur."

Zhao Huangting stood up, stretched his waist, and an invisible sword energy burst out from his body.

The wind and waves of sword energy blew up dust all over the ground.

The Earth Immortal Fire under the wreckage of the sword-making furnace was blown up for a while, and then it was blocked back by the sword energy of Wanjieliu again.

"Sir, what is your state now?"

Su Mu suppressed the thunder in Zhao Huangting's words, but was concerned about Zhao Huangting's state and asked nervously.

Wang Yansheng and Wan Jieliu didn't think about it any more. It's really too early to think about it now.

"Status...very good!"

"The mind is clear and the original heart is clear. Although it is still difficult to touch the tenth realm, but with the heart sword, the fire of Nirvana no longer affects my cultivation, and I can restore and use my original strength."

Zhao Huangting said with a smile, twisted his waist, stretched his muscles and bones, and looked at Wang Yansheng: "The number one swordsmith in the world, please borrow the sword."

Wang Yansheng narrowed his eyes immediately: "Can you pay it back?"

Zhao Huangting immediately grinned: "Isn't my bamboo guest's reputation still guaranteed?"

Wang Yansheng sneered: "You have a reputation as a hammer."

Then he sighed, changed his tone again, and said, "What do you want to borrow the sword for? To kill Emperor Yuanmeng? The sword will definitely never return if you borrow it from you, that's all, just lend it to you, use the old man To kill the Emperor Yuanmeng with his sword is also to make this old man famous as the number one swordsmith in the world."

After Wang Yansheng finished speaking, he put his sword fingers together and slammed a hook at the wreckage of the Jianjian Workshop.

In an instant, a beam of sword light rolled up from the dust like a dragon, roaring towards it.

"The name of this sword is Shooting Bull Fighting, which comes from the meaning of Jianguang Soaring to the Sky Shooting Bull Fighting. It is a first-rank rank, which is enough for you to play with."

Wang Yansheng said.

Zhao Huangting's eyes lit up, and the palm under the plain clothes suddenly reached out, and grabbed the sword.

The whole body of the sword is silver and white, the spine of the sword is straight and straight, and the meaning of frost and cold is intertwined endlessly.

Just hold the sword, and the sword light can't help bursting out, as if it is about to rush to the blue sky to fight!

"Good sword!"

Zhao Huangting's eyes were bright and he was full of praise.

Su Muzhe and Wan Juliu on the side were amazed, they knew how precious and rare Wang Yansheng was to this bullfight.

But today, it was actually given to Zhao Huangting.

On the one hand, it was because Wang Yansheng created Yan Guichao, and his heart changed. On the other hand, he also planned to fulfill Zhao Huangting.

Naturally, Wang Yansheng also knew that Zhao Huangting was under the fire of Nirvana, and wanted to go north for a refreshment.

Facing the No. [-] Emperor Yuanmeng in the world, one must have a good sword to deal with it. If it is not a first-grade sword, it is an insult to the No. [-] in the world.

"Thank you, old king."

Zhao Huangting couldn't put it down, the corners of his lips fluttered.

The next moment, he narrowed his eyes.

The imposing manner was rising steadily, and a fierce sword intent surged from him, and the sword-shooting bullfight in his hand suddenly resounded and exploded all around.

"I still remember that in the Jiangling Mansion, the little Taoist from the Master's Mansion shot me a mahogany sword that day. At that time, the old man was haunted by Nirvana, so I can only let him go wild!"

"Now... the old man has to let him know that he is a fool!"

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

He, Zhao Huangting, took revenge from morning till night.

The words fall.

The sword light under Zhao Huangting's body was raging, dragging his body, soaring up, like a roc with wings spread, after rising to the highest altitude, it swooped down towards the outside of Jianchi Palace!

The majestic sword energy and sword intent filled the entire Jinguan City!

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In Jinguan City.

In the luxurious courtyard garden of King Jiangling.

In the leisure pavilion, there was silence, and the plum rain poured down, tick-tocking on the black tiles.

"Success?"

The second prince, Zhao Peixiu, was at the fifth level of talent, so he didn't feel very real, so he could only look at King Jiangling and Master Li of the Tianshi Mansion.

Li Zhenren took a deep breath, and there was unparalleled shock in his eyes.

"Success...success! One more first-grade extreme sword in the world!"

"Wang Yansheng of this Sword Pool Palace... His status will rise to another level! The most extreme swordsmith in the world!"

Li Qingchuan exclaimed.

"Flourishing and declining, too famous...for Jianchi Palace, it is definitely not a good thing."

King Jiangling said indifferently.

He squinted his eyes and drank the warm scarlet wine in the cup that had been washed away by the cool air of the plum rain. As his throat rolled, his heart was filled with shock and heat.

"Jianchi Palace... is worthy of being the number one place in the world to forge soldiers. If you can get Jianchi Palace, it means you have an arsenal that can provide high-quality weapons!"

King Jiangling licked the wine on his lips and murmured.

However, with the old sword master sitting in Jianchi Palace, all countries dare not move, even the Yuanmeng Empire only had this idea, but did not put it into action.

Breathing out a foul breath, King Jiangling suppressed the heat in his heart.

The water in Jianchi Lake is indeed a sacred place for casting, and taking Jianchi Lake has extraordinary strategic significance.

"It's a pity, that first-grade sword is in Jianchi Palace...Jianchi Palace will never hand it over easily. If such a peerless sword can fall into my hands, my power will definitely be even greater. Zhao Shenyan What are you fighting with me for!"

The second prince, Zhao Pei, drank the wine in one gulp, with fanaticism in his eyes.

suddenly.

His enthusiasm froze suddenly, and he raised his eyes to look in the direction of Jianchi Palace.

But I saw an extremely bright sword light and scorching sun, shining brightly in the air, extremely dazzling!
Suddenly there was a deafening laugh, which resounded throughout Jinguan City.

In the blazing sun of the sword, there is an old man in plain clothes, standing with a sword in his hand, squinting at the world with squinting eyes.

"Little Taoist priest from Tianshi Mansion, aren't you very good in Jiangling Mansion?"

"Let's eat the old man and practice a sword!"

"It's a dream in the sky and on earth, what to worry about when spring comes and autumn goes!"

"Ci Pai Yi Jian Bamboo Branch Song!"

In the leisure pavilion, King Jiangling's eyes suddenly shrank.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the second prince, Zhao Pei. A blood surged from his body, and the air seemed to be distorted. He left the mansion as if teleported, and swept across a hundred miles away.

at the same time.

Inside the mansion.

Li Qingchuan, a Taoist from the master's residence that day, his eyes were about to burst, and between the big sleeves of his Taoist robe, one piece after another of black and yellow talisman papers flew wildly!

boom! ! !
The bamboo shadow swayed, and the sword qi crisscrossed!
Sword energy was born on the ground, and the entire luxurious mansion, which occupies an extremely large area, was instantly covered by a bamboo forest with sword energy...

It was erased directly from Jinguan City!

ps: The state is a bit bad, first [-] words, adjust the mood, continue tomorrow, ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a recommendation ticket for support!
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