Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 128 Qingshan cuts all flesh and blood, euthanasia at the bottom of Jianchi Lake? 【Ask monthly ticket】

How strong is Zhao Huangting who has recovered his strength?
From this sword, it can be seen that the heaven and the earth give birth to sword energy, and the earth gives birth to bamboo branches.

It was as if a bamboo forest with sword energy appeared out of thin air, submerging the incomparably huge other courtyard directly, and the entire courtyard was wiped out from Jinguan City in an instant.

Every bamboo branch that rises from the ground is condensed by sword energy, possessing extremely sharp cutting power, the bamboo leaves fluttering, as if cutting the air.

In the other courtyard, the servants recruited by King Jiangling were all terrified and did not dare to move. The bamboo branches produced by the sword energy fluttered around them, making them think they were in a bamboo forest.

However, the broken mansion and all the buildings that were strangled undoubtedly told them that this bamboo branch... was extremely terrifying.

against the person targeted.

The sword energy does not hurt the innocent.

Zhao Huangting's control over the sword qi had already reached the level of perfection and perfection, coupled with the unhappiness that had been suppressed in his heart these days, all of them naturally vented out.

Li Qingchuan, a Taoist from the Tianshi Mansion, is naturally not weak, and with a cultivation base of the Nine Realms, he is a guest of honor wherever he is placed.

However, what he met was Zhao Huangting.

Zhao Huangting, who was really serious, could not beat even Taoists with just one strike.

Sword aura intertwined and filled the air, bamboo branches swayed in the wind, Zhao Huangting was holding the silver bull shooting bucket, hunting in the wind in plain clothes, white hair and long eyebrows flying, exuding arrogance from head to toe.

far away.

King Jiangling took the second prince, Zhao Pei, and fled away from a distance, with a serious expression on his face, looking at the garden courtyard that was erased from Jinguan City at that moment, a little surprised.

Zhao Huangting... Didn't he ignite the fire of Nirvana and use the heart sword to suppress the situation, is it like a useless person?
Unless the heart sword is pulled out and the fire of Nirvana is completely burned, then Zhao Huangting's life will immediately wither like an epiphyllum.

Did any metamorphosis happen to Zhao Huangting?

King Jiangling frowned.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, who was beside him, had lingering fears.

Zhao Huangting's sword directly wiped out the entire spacious mansion, the sword energy intertwined in the air, and the gorgeous bamboo branch's sword really chilled his heart.

If King Jiangling hadn't taken him away and was covered by that sword force, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured... That old emperor uncle doesn't look like he will be soft-hearted towards him.

"Didn't Zhao Huangting activate the fire of Nirvana in the Nine Realms, so he couldn't use his cultivation?"

"What's going on at this moment? This sword... Could it be that he untied the Heart Sword in spite of everything? Just to smash the sword against Master Li?"

The second prince, Zhao Pei, took a deep breath to calm down the shock in his heart, and asked involuntarily.

King Jiangling brushed off the dust from the Confucian shirt on his body, listening to the second prince's words, he couldn't help being silent for a moment.

Then he opened his mouth slowly: "Li Qingchuan...do you deserve it?"

Of course it doesn't deserve it.

The real person of Tianshifu, who has just entered the Ninth Realm, is not worthy to let Zhao Huangting release the heart sword and burn the rest of his life.

When Zhao Huangting was in his prime, he might not have taken a fancy to such a person who had just entered the Ninth Realm.

For example, the scene in front of him at this moment, for Zhao Huangting, Li Qingchuan can solve it with just one sword strike.

"However, the short-term recovery of cultivation means that Zhao Huangting will not stay in Jianchi Palace for too long, and may soon go north."

Jiangling King Zhao Xi said softly.

Under the impact of the sword energy, Rushan rattled.

The majestic sword energy that wiped out the entire mansion suddenly disappeared.

The lifelike bamboo forest turned into sword energy and dissipated little by little, revealing the wreckage of the other courtyard which was intertwined with sword energy.

A figure stood trembling all over.

It was Li Qingchuan, a Taoist from the Nine Realms of the Master's Mansion that day.

At this moment, Li Qingchuan was covered in blood. He was leaning on a mahogany sword. His Taoist robe was soaked in blood and was cut to pieces by the sword energy. His legs were trembling uncontrollably.

Finally unable to bear the pressure, with a plop, he knelt down on one knee and coughed up blood.

Around, the remains of the black and yellow talisman smashed by the sword energy were scattered all over the ground.

The mahogany sword he was leaning on broke into two halves with a click, and fell to the ground like broken peach blossom branches.

He once held up the mahogany sword, wrapped it around Zilei, and asked Zhao Huangting to draw the sword.

At that time, he was high-spirited and proud.

And today...

Zhao Huangting unleashed his sword as he wished, and with just one strike, he killed his energy and covered his heart with a huge haze.

Li Qingchuan recalled how ridiculous his actions were in the Jiangling mansion that day.

If he hadn't used the golden lotus seed from Tianshi Mansion, he might have become the soul of Zhao Huangting's sword today.

With this strike, Zhao Huangting really rushed to kill him.

The killing intent contained in the sword, without the protection of the golden lotus and lotus seeds, he would have killed even his soul.

above the sky.

Zhao Huangting looked around in plain clothes, squinting his eyes: "Golden lotus seed? The life is pretty big, this sword didn't kill you."

Holding the Shooting Bull with one hand, Zhao Huangting's beard is flying.

"Since I didn't kill you, I, Zhao Huangting, don't even bother to use the second sword, and I'm selling Tianshifu's face."

After the words fell, Zhao Huangting raised his head and looked at the distant evening clouds.

Vaguely, it seems to be able to feel a pair of eyes projected from afar, that is the old celestial master in the celestial master's mansion.

With a sneer, Zhao Huangting played with a first-grade famous sword to shoot the bullfight, and played a sword flower in mid-air, his eyes moved, and fell on King Jiangling who had avoided in time.

King Jiangling was dressed in a Confucian shirt, and met Zhao Huangting's gaze, clasped his fists and bowed.

Zhao Huangting pursed his lips, he didn't like this elegant and easy-going King of Jiangling at all.

"As a descendant of the Zhao family's royal family, you used to dodge my sword move... you have gone in some crooked way, just like your royal brother, it is a shameful thing."

Zhao Huangting sneered, and didn't bother to take another look.

Stepping on his foot, Jian Guang engulfed his body and fell back into the Sword Pool Palace.

As for the second prince, Zhao Pei... he doesn't exist at the same level, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to offend Zhao Huangting.

King Jiangling maintained his bowing motion, the plum rain lightly drifted down and landed on his skin, bringing coldness, it can be seen that the smile on King Jiangling's face was still extremely warm.

But amidst the warmth, there was a vague sense of the bone-piercing coldness turning over and roaring like a poisonous snake.

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Zhao Huangting returned to Jianchi Palace.

Xun Wang Yansheng asked for a pair of thin pineapple sword boxes, and hid the precious sword Sheniudou in the box. The sword body is silvery white, too dazzling, and ordinary scabbards can hardly hide its sharpness.

Therefore, it is necessary to hide it in the sword case to store the sword energy and sword intent.

What's more, after Zhao Huangting made a sword, Bullfighting seems to be completely connected with Zhao Huangting's Qi Momentum. At this moment, the sword Qi is constantly gushing out and entangled endlessly. Only the sword box can hide the sword Qi Qi.

Wang Yansheng even gave him a first-grade sword weapon, the bullfight, so naturally he would not be stingy with a mere pair of sword boxes.

Zhao Huangting hid his sword in the box and carried it behind his back. His plain clothes, white hair, and the sword box on his shoulders really had the unrestrained posture of an old swordsman.

"Qing Shan, who has been slung around his waist all his life, has never used other sword weapons. It feels really awkward to carry the sword case on his back."

Zhao Huangting said with a smile.

Wang Yansheng glanced at him: "If you are awkward, return the sword and sword box to the old man. How many swordsmen in the world are eager to ask for this box and sword."

Zhao Huangting hurriedly slapped the horse with a smile and compliment, for this world's number one swordsmith, Zhao Huangting is still very respectful.

After all, no swordsman would want to offend a swordsmith.

"You just let the little Taoist priest of the Tianshi Mansion go? Now that you have made a move, why not be more straightforward?" Wang Yansheng said indifferently.

Zhao Huangting waved his hand: "If you don't kill with one sword, you won't be able to kill. The old celestial master in Tianshi's mansion will not sit back and watch me kill a nine-level practitioner in Tianshi's mansion. It is not easy for them to train a nine-level practitioner." .”

"Unless I plan to have a fight with this old celestial master before going north."

"However, fighting that old tortoise is meaningless, so it's better to save a little effort."

Zhao Huangting's words made Wang Yansheng understand.

"Zhenwu Temple and Tianshi Mansion, the two major sects... In comparison, Zhenwu Temple is more arrogant. Tianshi Mansion is dedicated to becoming the national religion of the Great Zhao, gathering the fortune of the Great Zhao Kingdom to strengthen the sect, and surpassing Zhenwu Temple On the other hand, Zhenwu Temple is pure-hearted and ascetic, neither fighting nor grabbing, but it is really not clear whether it is really not fighting, or just playing hard to get."

Wang Yansheng said with a chuckle.

Zhao Huangting stretched his waist, wrapped his arms around Su Muzhe's waist, and said: "The Tianshi Mansion wants to borrow the fortune of the Yuanmeng Empire, but unfortunately, he dare not go, if he goes, the Yuanmeng Emperor will Maybe I will eat up all the golden lotuses in the Tianchi Lake of Yunjin Mountain."

"As for the Zhenwu Temple... It is rumored that the reincarnated immortals mostly live in the Zhenwu Temple, and I don't like it very much. In comparison, the Tianshi Mansion is more real and simple."

Wang Yansheng nodded, and then, a look of helplessness appeared in his eyes: "Among these Jianghu forces, the generation of Jianchi Palace is the most neglected, and the only one that this generation can produce is Lu Shisan, but Lu Shisan Three... Facing the Daozi of Zhenwu Temple, the little celestial master of Tianshi Mansion, the Buddhist disciples of the three Buddhist temples, etc., they are far behind."

"If a force does not take over, it is easy to be in danger."

"Especially in such an era where many of the older generation's powerhouses are coming to an end, and the sun is twilight..."

Wang Yansheng let out a long sigh.

Zhao Huangting heard something in Wang Yansheng's words, but felt that the sword box on his back suddenly felt hot.

"Old Wang, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't go around the corner. The generation of Jianchi Palace is indeed not good enough, but...it's not as bad as you said." Zhao Huangting said sideways.

Wang Yansheng grinned, glanced at Su Muzhe and Wan Juliu, and said, "You have a good relationship with Anle, so I persuaded Anle to let him join our Jianchi Palace."

Zhao Huangting couldn't help squinting his eyes when he heard the words.

"It's not that An Le joins Jianchi Palace, but Jianchi Palace...betting on Anle."

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Gollum.

The bone-piercing water continuously impacted An Le's body. The broken Tsing Yi and the exposed upper body were soaked in the cold lake water. One could clearly feel the bone-chilling sword energy moving along the lake water towards the flesh and blood.

Leaning on the green hill, An Le fell to the bottom of the lake like a sculpture, rolling up the dust at the bottom of the lake.

Few people have visited the bottom of Jianchi Lake.

And An Le raised his eyes, and he could see long swords sticking out one after another at the bottom of the blue lake, and there were all kinds of sword weapons.

Unlike the swords that were melted into the sword bell, those swords that were cast were old, decayed and eliminated swords that were damaged and lost their sharpness.

Belongs to the dead sword.

As for the swords inserted at the bottom of the lake, each handle was not perfect, some were full of cracks, some had never had a hilt, and some were even in the shape of embryonic swords.

All of them are sword weapons that failed to be quenched, and they have never lived from the beginning.

These failed swords will be discarded, sink to the bottom of the lake, and become part of Jianchi Lake.

At the bottom of Jianchi Lake, there are three tornadoes.

Chengying, Longque and Yan Guichao are three first-grade extreme swords, hanging at the bottom of the lake in the shape of the word "Pin", wrapping Anle and Qingshan in them.

An Le could feel the sword intent and sword energy released from the three swords.

That sword energy... is truly terrifying.

An Le's cultivation base in the five realms, before this sword intent, is as insignificant as an ant.

However, the sword energy gushing out from the green mountain allowed him to sustain this oppression, and the ancient scriptures of the green mountain clinging to his body also gave Anle the capital to support him.

Open the front!
During Yan Guichao's sharpening process, An Le understood very clearly that to sharpen a sword is to use the sword energy of other swords to polish the sword's edge, which means sharpening the sword!
However, the Kaifeng of Yan Guichao is just a seven-star dragon sparrow.

And Qingshan... actually provoked three first-grade extreme swords.

The old sword master also seemed to feel the need to get involved, and even sent Cheng Ying to join in the fun.

There is a situation where three swords surround one sword at this moment!
An Le, as the current master of the Qingshan Bamboo Sword, also had to be involved in such a terrifying aura.

"Come!"

Reassured at the bottom of the lake, he exhaled a sigh of relief, a bubble of water filled with sword energy surged towards the surface of the lake.

Cheng Ying, Long Que and Yan Gui Chao's Three Swords seemed to understand An Le's words.

The humming sword intent swept across and turned into three streams of strangled light, rolling towards An Le.

The entire bottom of the lake was instantly enveloped by the brilliant sword light!

An Le gritted her teeth, slowly lifted the green hill she was leaning on in her hand, and gently delivered it forward.

However, soon, An Le's calm and firm eyes shrank suddenly.

Cheng Ying, the sword intent of the three swords of Long Que and Yan Guichao, is actually like three dragon snakes, wrapping around the green hills, slowly spreading, and finally, like a dragon snake wrapping around Anle's sword-holding palm, starting from the fingers...

Wrapped around the arms, wrapped around the body, and finally...

wrapped around his whole body.

Leading the way for Qingshan...

It has never been a frontal sword.

Opening...

are people.

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In Jianchi Lake.

A figure in sackcloth had his hands behind his back, his hair was floating towards the lake, swaying like seaweed.

The old sword master's eyes opened and closed, as if there was a sharp and profound sword intent bursting out.

He looked at An Le who was wrapped into a silkworm chrysalis by the sword intent of Cheng Ying, Long Que and Yan Gui Chao's three first-grade extreme swords, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"The Sword of the Green Mountain...a sword weapon stained with the blood of an immortal."

"So that's how it is... Its opening has never been a test of the sword, but a test of the person holding the sword."

The old sword master murmured.

His eyes seemed to be a little erratic.

Zhao Huangting once came to Jianchi Lake to drive four times.

Zhao Huangting used the sword energy from Jianchi Lake to impact and polish the green mountain, intending to use the traditional method of making a sword attack to make a breakthrough for the green mountain.

However, all failed.

Even the old Juggernaut is very puzzled, and has been unable to find out the reason.

But today, watching Anle lead the way for Qingshan, he finally understood.

The bamboo sword Qingshan has never needed a sharp edge, but the bamboo sword has no edge, but it is already sharp, even an immortal in the sky can cut it, and it will bleed under the sword.

Those who really need to take the lead are those who hold the green hills.

The one who holds the sword opens the front, which means that the green hills open the front.

But if so...

This boy...can he succeed?
Even the old Juggernaut seemed uncertain at this moment.

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Heartbreaking pain!

It was as if every inch of flesh and blood had been pierced and cut by the sword energy.

An Le never imagined that it would be so painful to fight for Qingshan.

These sword qi should go towards Qingshan, why did they finally come towards him in peace?

Starting along the arms, start twisting every inch of flesh and blood!
At this moment, An Le felt as if her physical body no longer belonged to her.

Flesh, meridians, bones, dantian, inner alchemy, and even Jianlu Yuanshen, etc., are all under the sword energy, as if they were smashed into nothingness.

This is pain that An Le has never felt before.

The sky will send a great mission to the people, must first work hard on their hearts and minds, and work on their muscles and bones?
An Le just wanted to fight for Qingshan... Why did she need to endure such pain so suddenly?

An Le saw with his own eyes that his flesh and blood had been cut off, and the blood filled the sword energy, as if he was left with only a gleaming spiritual bone.

An Le, who didn't want to sit still, roared angrily, circulated her qi and blood, mobilized the innate aura in her dantian, and ruthlessly charged towards the sword qi.

It looks heroic, but the result is dismal.

The innate aura evaporates instantly...

The newly transformed Dao Fruit [Tongshen Sword Body] seems to have lost its effect at this moment, and these sword qi have no mercy or restraint.

The flesh and blood were crushed by the sword energy, and then crushed again, almost turned into fine particles.

Then came the bones. The jaw-dropping sound of bones being chopped up resounded throughout. Starting from the finger bones, they were chopped up little by little, turning into clearly visible particles, arm bones, ribs, spine...

Finally, the skull and skull...

An Le even saw that he was completely cut into nothingness, leaving only a large group of particles floating in the sword energy.

The tattered bamboo sword and Qingshan floated quietly.

It flickered slightly.

An Le's flesh and bones were cut into countless particles, like being swallowed by a whale, and swallowed into the green hill.

The sword energy is like a silkworm chrysalis.

Surrounded by green hills.

But in the sword chrysalis...

The breath of peace has disappeared without a trace.

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In Jianchi Palace.

Zhao Huangting, who was talking happily with Wang Yansheng, was suddenly taken aback, as if he had suddenly turned into a sculpture.

Dazed, confused, stunned...

All kinds of emotions, like overturned broken silver bottles, splashed out.

Su Muzhe was very familiar with Zhao Huangting, and couldn't help turning his head to look, and found that Zhao Huangting's face seemed to have a touch of madness and disbelief in an instant.

"What's wrong?" Su Muzhe felt uneasy.

Wang Yansheng also sensed something was wrong, narrowed his eyes, and the next moment, his face also trembled.

Zhao Huangting and Wang Yansheng didn't say much, they disappeared in the same place in an instant, and when they reappeared, they had already appeared on the bank of Jianchi Lake, which had already returned to calm on the surface.

Su Muzhe and Wan Juliu also appeared, their faces full of doubts.

Zhao Huangting's lips were pursing, and the plain clothes on his body were trembling visibly.

"It's just a front for the sword...how come there are no people?"

Wang Yansheng felt lost, and there was a hint of astonishment and frustration in his eyes, as well as unacceptable.

"Anle... the breath of Anle... is gone."

"Euthanasia?!"

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(End of this chapter)