Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 132 The swords all over the city point to the north, and the sword fairy crosses the river with arrogance 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

"I'm going to Yuanmeng Dadu for eight thousand miles. Would you like to take a look at the mountains and rivers of Zhongtu together?"

Zhao Huangting's words carried unprecedented arrogance and surging fighting spirit.

Going north to see Zhongtu and fight against Emperor Yuanmeng, this is Zhao Huangting's wish that he made a long time ago, and it is also the last regret in his life.

It is one of his regrets that he never started for Qingshan, and now this regret is made up for by An Le.

It was his regret that had lasted for 500 years to fight against Emperor Yuanmeng once again, and he had to make it up for himself.

Therefore, going north is destined to move forward.

However, in Lin'an Mansion, Zhao Huangting, who ignited the fire of Nirvana, was not in a hurry to go north. Of course, if there was no help from Guru Suzhu's sword at that time, Zhao Huangting might have to choose to go north because his life was about to end.

But after Dexinjian suppressed the fire of Nirvana, he brought Anle to Jianchi Palace, where Qingshan finally took the lead.

His last regret was met.

Moreover, Zhao Huangting also saw a great arrogance through the Qingshan sword.

Seeing the number one emperor of all ages, even though there was only one stone figurine left, he was still proud to kill an immortal with one step.

In the eyes of the world, a high-ranking immortal who seeks longevity is such a noble existence, but under the sword of the first emperor of all ages, he is just a dry bone.

Zhao Huangting still remembered what the old swordsman who gave him the Qingshan Sword once said to him.

"The arrogance in the green hills can break down the mountains and fill up the vast seas. If one day you can finally see each other, it will be a great pleasure and great refreshment without regrets in the world."

The face of the old swordsman had long been blurred in Zhao Huangting's memory.

But this sentence, Zhao Huangting has always remembered, for this reason, he rushed to Jianchi Palace, and entered Jianchi Palace all the time, only to make a breakthrough for Qingshan.

But in the end it all failed.

But today, on the eve of the end of his life, he finally saw the sharpness and arrogance mentioned in the sword.

It turns out that the real arrogance in the world is to draw a sword like those beings who are obviously invincible. If they can win, then they will add arrogance to the arrogance. Even if they cannot win, the arrogance is full of heaven and earth.

It is enough.

The so-called arrogance is nothing more than a no regrets and joy.

Zhao Huang Tingming understood this point, of course, this is just his perception, but the cultivation in life is his own perception.

Watching the peak of Qingshan, making up for regrets, I can finally devote myself to a challenge that has been waiting for 500 years.

He handed back the green mountain to An Le, his eyes were shining, and his whole person had undergone a big transformation.

An Le took it with a smile, and replied, "I wish I could."

Go north to see the middle land, and you can't ask for it.

What a heroic and unrestrained young man!
Zhao Huangting burst into laughter immediately, the majestic aura spread without any concealment, like a python dragon curled up for endless years, at this moment, it completely broke free from its restraints, and roared towards the world.

He stepped out, and endless sword energy burst out from his body!

It was like turning into a beam of sword energy that illuminated the night.

Countless sword qi swirled around Zhao Huangting's fingertips, and finally pointed towards the north.

It's like calling out to the whole Middle Earth!

"Emperor Yuan, wait for me to go north and climb the Baizhang Tower of Dadu, and fight with a sword in hand!"

The sword energy is like a dragon, and it goes straight to the north.

In this night, the starlight and moonlight were torn apart.

The sword qi flood dragon was extremely fast, as if flying through the clouds and riding the fog, it crossed the Canglang River in the blink of an eye.

The big river hits the water waves like a thousand piles of snow.

The river bank is endless, there are large troops stationed, and the military tents are like flowers.

Many soldiers who were practicing raised their heads one after another, and many generals stepped out of their tents, looking up at the bright and bright sword-like dragon that was stretching across the great river to the middle of the northern land.

With a heroic smile in Jiaolong, it seems that Zhao Huangting's endlessly echoing voice is rolling!

A figure ascended to the sky, carrying a pitch-black long spear on its back. The spear was so radiant that it could pierce the stars.

This person is Ye Longsheng, the peerless general of the Zhao Dynasty.

Ye Longsheng's hair fluttered, his eyes were as bright as iron, and he looked at the sword-like dragon striding across the land of the Middle Earth, and the corners of his lips twitched, full of complex colors.

"Use the sword energy of the flood dragon to speak to the emperor of Yuanmeng, and let the world witness."

Ye Longsheng let out a sigh of relief: "Excellent and joyful."

"He is so majestic that he runs through the bullfight, and vows to avenge the king directly."

"Cut out the stubborn evil and return to the middle land, don't ask the ten thousand princes who have ascended the altar."

The sword at the waist is full of river-red sword energy, echoing the sword energy dragon that straddles the sky above the Canglang River and sweeps northward.

……

Not only the peerless general Ye Longsheng, but also the Canglang River battlefield, all the generals rose into the air, with blood boiling in their bodies and sparkling eyes.

Wu Kui Di Zang had already rushed to the battlefield, with disheveled hair, a bronze mask on his head, and wanton eyes.

Li You'an was surrounded by starlight, and the swords were strewn about thousands of times, and the sword chant seemed to make the stars cry.

Countless people watched this sword-like dragon crossing the river north.

Middle-earth land, above the nameless path full of wind and dust.

The old man in a Confucian shirt was riding a donkey, looked up, and he couldn't help sighing when he saw this sword-like dragon calling out to Yuanmeng Dadu.

The donkey moved forward slowly, and the comet-like sword energy had already dissipated, leaving only the land of Middle Earth shrouded in darkness.

at the same time.

In the vast territory of Middle-earth invaded by the Yuan-Mongolian Empire, all the great cities that originally belonged to Middle-earth were planted with Yuan-Mongolian flags. When the flags were flying, there was a strong spirit and blood lingering on the towers.

Suddenly, practitioners from the Yuanmeng Empire sitting in the city raised their heads one after another, and saw sword-like dragons straddling the sky, listening to the voice of the peerless sword fairy.

In the sky above the male cities, there are strong men standing in the sky.

Some people sneered, some showed disdain, some didn't care, and some just took it as a joke.

"It's been five hundred years since His Majesty broke through the ten realms. Gathering the dragon's veins from the middle of the earth and adding them to himself, the swordsman of Zhao, who fled south, challenged His Majesty just to die."

"This kind of sword energy is the breath of Zhao Huangting, the royal family of Zhao. In the battle when he moved south, this person fought three swords with His Majesty, and fled in embarrassment. Now that the deadline is approaching, he wants to have a good time."

"This kind of shouting is a sensationalist, and I went eight thousand roads north to enter our Yuanmeng Dadu. There are many former generals in the Dadu. This person may not even see His Majesty's face,"

"If such an arrogant person dares to come, he will never return, and his body will be hung on the tower of the capital city to show the world!"

……

Above the male city, a strong man from the Yuanmeng Empire sneered.

The sword-qi flood dragon moved across the sky, but no one stopped it.

In just one night, it spanned eight thousand miles, broke through the clouds, and smashed towards the majestic city that seemed to rise from the ground.

Yuanmeng Dadu, straddling the earth, is like a general with a sword on his horse, sitting upright in the world.

When the Sword Qi Flood Dragon approached.

In Dadu, the majestic aura is released one after another!

Yuanmeng Dadu is the central place of the Yuanmeng Empire, and all the strong men of the Yuanmeng Empire gather here. Their courage and luck are so strong that even if they enter the Nine Realms, they must act in a low-key manner.

Sword Qi Flood Dragon approached, accompanied by Zhao Huangting's stern shout.

Immediately, many strong men from the Nine Realms of the Yuanmeng Empire rose to the sky, their eyes widened with anger, and they struck at the sword-qi flood dragon.

However, before Dadu, the Sword Qi Flood Dragon exploded with a bang, the sound waves were turbulent, and the voice of shouting, spanned eight thousand miles, and came straight to Dadu's majestic city wall of hundreds of feet.

within most of the capital.

The extremely burly Emperor Yuanmeng slowly opened his eyes, listening to the voice, with neither joy nor sadness on his face.

This sword energy reminded him of the scene 500 years ago.

When Zhao Nan fled across the river for a battle, a man looked up to the sky and laughed, and came to kill him with a broken bamboo sword. There were only three swords, which really showed the demeanor of a sword fairy in the world.

Unfortunately, for him, that's all.

After the three strikes, the man fled in embarrassment.

But what Emperor Yuanmeng really cared about was that he once held the broken bamboo sword between his fingers with the supreme cultivation of breaking through the ten realms, and tried to break the sword, but he couldn't.

At that time, he only remembered a tattered yellow bamboo sword.

Now, five hundred years have passed by.

The man held his sword and pointed at him again and shouted.

Emperor Yuan Meng found it interesting.

I don't know if he can remember people instead of swords this time.

……

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Jianchi lakeside.

Zhao Huangting's momentum was overwhelming, he shouted at Zhongtu, and provoked the sword qi to the north, as if he had given the world's number one Emperor Yuanmeng a challenge ahead of time.

Although Emperor Yuanmeng didn't respond, Zhao Huangting was not ashamed and felt happy.

This time he went north, he wanted to make a big splash, so naturally he would not act timidly, he wanted the world to know him as Zhao Huangting.

The starlight is about to disappear, and the dawn is connected, and the halo is red and floating in a corner of the sky.

After Zhao Huangting yelled domineeringly, he asked An Le to go back to get some rest, and set off for the north at dawn.

An Le naturally had no objection, bathed in the morning sun and stars, left Jianchi Palace, and returned to his residence in Jinguan City.

Put on clean white clothes.

An Le sat cross-legged under the persimmon tree, the rainy season had stopped, but the air was still damp and sticky, which made people quite uncomfortable.

During the trip to Jianchi Lake, Anle gained a lot. He assisted Wang Yansheng in forging a first-grade sword weapon, Yan Guichao. Anle's physique was greatly improved. more and more.

Moreover, the process of forging the sword weapon was also a forging of his body, driving out impurities and making his body stronger and purer.

Today, his physical training can be said to be in the middle of the five realms. The only shortcoming is that there is too little concentration of innate spiritual energy.

If one wants to achieve the sea of ​​congenital aura gathered in the dantian and set foot on the sixth realm of contemplating the sea of ​​qi, it is still a long way off.

On the other hand, An Le's cultivation of the gods has improved significantly.

In the process of opening the front for Qingshan, the heart sword was completely forged, and Anle's mind grew a lot in an instant.
In Zawangjing, Xiaguang represents potential and talent.

But today's Baizhang Xiaguang is not even the limit for An Le. Although she has condensed the Heart Sword, An Le can continue to become stronger.

As for how many feet the Zuo Wang Xiaguang can reach, it is still unknown.

After starting the battle for Qingshan, An Le visualized again, but saw that Qingshan became very clear, the clouds and fog disappeared, and the stone paths covered with dead bamboo and fallen leaves in the mountains were clearly visible, and he could even see the stone path that he had carried to the tenth step. Emperor stone figurines.

Under such a clear visualization, the primordial spirit is becoming stronger at an extremely fast speed, and the Xiaguang is also growing rapidly, but it is still a bit far from the bottleneck.

All of them have reached the five realms through physical training, and it is not an ordinary five realms. Today's An Le can feel that his own strength has been greatly improved.

If there is another battle with Ye Yinping, who was in the double five realms before, An Le is sure to defeat him easily.

As for the battle with Ye Wenxi, a white girl, although An Le didn't know much about the girl's cultivation level, she was very confident in her current cultivation level.

Once you fight, you will definitely win.

Within the double five realms, he is confident and confident that it is difficult to meet opponents.

Refine and examine your own cultivation, make full preparations for the next trip to the north, and adjust your blood, spirit, and primordial spirit to the best.

An Le stood up, the breeze was blowing slowly, there was no sunshine in the sky today, and the sun that accumulated in the rainy season covered the sky.

An Le didn't stay in the yard for long, and went out of the yard.

He wears a green mountain on his left waist, and Dingfengbo and saber on his right waist.

On the back is a pair of sword boxes presented by Wang Yansheng, and the first-grade extreme sword tool Yan Guichao is hidden in the box. In addition, the ink pool is also hidden in the box.

It makes Anle look much cleaner overall.

After locking the courtyard door, An Le walked out of Persimmon Alley, set foot on the long street, and walked all the way to Jianchi Palace.

Today's Jianchi Palace is quite lively.

The continuous sound of blacksmithing on weekdays is not heard at all today.

Every disciple of Jianchi Palace, as well as the swordsmith, walked out of the house one after another, and gathered in front of the stele archway of Jianchi Palace, forming a dense crowd.

Such a grand event is really rare to see on weekdays.

When An Le arrived, the disciples of Jianchi Palace all respectfully bowed to him, An Le heard the words, and also performed the salute once.

An Le rang the sword bell for 36 rings, and together with senior Wang Yansheng forged a first-class Yan Guichao, which was even appreciated by the old sword master. Now An Le has already become famous in Jianchi Palace and has become a disciple of all Jianchi Palaces. object of admiration.

Therefore, everyone came to see An Le off.

They all knew that An Le would follow that senior Zhao Huangting to Yuanmeng Dadu to see the mountains and rivers of Zhongtu.

Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng also came, the two daughters stayed safe in Jianchi Palace, but when they learned that An Le was about to go north with Zhao Huangting, they also showed worry.

Lin Zhuifeng even said that he wanted to go north with him, but unfortunately he was rejected.

Lin Qingyin knew that her cultivation base was insignificant, so she didn't say that she would follow, but just wished that An Le could return safely.

Lu Shisan came over and chatted with Anle. In Jianchi Palace, Lu Shisan had the best relationship with Anle. The two had chatted a lot. Lu Shisan also brought Anle to see many Jianchi palaces. disciple.

An Le was quite friendly to Lu Shisan, the chief of Jianchi Palace.

"Brother An, do you really want to go eight thousand miles north with Senior Zhao to the capital of Yuanmeng?"

Lu Shisan asked somewhat worriedly.

After Yuanmeng Empire invaded and occupied the land of Middle-earth, the huge Middle-earth has already undergone earth-shaking changes, and it is no longer the peaceful place it once was.

The people of the Middle Earth walked in the land of the Middle Earth, but they were easily subjected to unwarranted questioning and bombardment by the powerhouses of the Yuan and Mongolian Empires.

"Senior Zhao's invitation naturally has no reason to refuse, and besides... the middle land is the homeland. I once recited a sentence 'waiting from the beginning, cleaning up the old mountains and rivers, and facing the sky'. They all said that they would regain the homeland, but if they hadn't even visited the homeland , and what courage and reason did you have to convince yourself to regain your homeland?"

An Le said with a smile.

Lu Shisan was stunned when he heard this.

"well said."

In the distance, Zhao Huangting and Su Muzhe came together.

They are accompanied by Wang Yansheng and Wan Jieliu.

Zhao Huangting was dressed in plain clothes, with a pineapple sword box on his back, and his sleeves were clean, without too many cumbersome decorations.

He looked at An Le with scorching eyes, and there was a faint boiling energy surging in his body.

"The land of Middle Earth has been handed over to the Yuanmeng Empire for five hundred years. Many new practitioners have even forgotten what their homeland is like. Many people are clamoring to regain Middle Earth, but throughout their lives, even the Canglang River has never crossed. Pass."

"Therefore, the old man thinks what you said is right." Zhao Huangting said with a smile.

For An Le, Zhao Huangting always feels different surprises from him.

What I said today was also the reason why Zhao Huangting wanted to take An Le to the north to have a look at the middle land.

"Old Wan, you are also going to the Yuanmeng Metropolis and waiting outside the metropolis. The old man will take Anle all the way north to watch the beautiful mountains and rivers in the middle of the earth. In the end, he will put Anle outside the Yuanmeng Metropolis. If the old man can't leave Go out of Yuanmeng Dadu, and then you can come back with peace of mind."

"Remember, you have to bring it back intact."

Zhao Huangting looked at Wan Jieliu and said seriously.

The identities of Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe are too sensitive. Once they cross the Canglang River, they will definitely attract the attention of the powerful Yuanmeng Empire.

After all, one is the world's number one swordsmith, and the other is the master of Jianchi Palace, both of whom are extraordinary.

Wan Jieliu's identity is a bit more common. Although he is also a cultivator of the Nine Realms, he is obsessed with making swords and has no outstanding achievements, so he is not eye-catching.

However, since Zhao Huangting entrusted Wan Jieliu with the task of bringing An Le back, he is naturally very aware of Wan Jieliu's strength.

"rest assured."

"Young Master An is the hope of my Jianchi Palace. Even if my ten thousand cut willows seem to die, I will bring Mr. An back safely."

Wan Jieliu said lightly.

Wang Yansheng took out a sword box and handed it to Wan Jieliu.

"There are eighteen sword weapons hidden in this sword box, which can form a sword formation with unparalleled power. Remember, don't love to fight. Your purpose is to bring Mr. An back."

"Although the land of Middle Earth is now the territory of the Yuanmeng Empire, it is not difficult for a Nine Realm just to insist on bringing one person back."

"I hope I don't need to use the sword array hidden in my sword box."

Wang Yansheng's sword hair was silver, and there was a little sigh in his eyes.

Then everyone was silent and looked at Zhao Huangting.

Zhao Huangting laughed out loud.

"I'm going to Yuanmeng Dadu to seek a refreshment and no regrets. What are you doing with such expressions?"

"Just wait and see, the old man will definitely have a hearty battle with the Emperor Yuanmeng."

Zhao Huangting laughed out loud.

Su Muzhe had already pursed his lips, without saying a word.

She knew that parting would come eventually, but she never thought that this day would come so quickly.

However, Su Muzhe would not act as a little daughter to stop Zhao Huangting from going north, because in Su Muzhe's heart, Zhao Huangting would always be that heroic traveler.

If a bamboo guest has no pride, is he still a bamboo guest?

"Sir, take care."

Su Muzhe finally spoke.

"Take care of yourself."

Zhao Huangting said softly.

The next moment, Zhao Huangting laughed out loud, his plain clothes were flying, and his white hair was flying wantonly!
With the sword pointing up to the sky, the pineapple wood sword box on the back suddenly opened, and the silver light that shot the bullfight soared into the sky, smashing into the mist and evening clouds!
Jian Guang wraps around Zhao Huangting's body and soars upwards.

"Xiaoyou An, use the sword!"

An Le smiled, his primordial spirit surged, his arrogance surged, and he jumped up, onto a silver sword light.

Zhao Huangting stood beside An Le, with his hands behind his back, his long eyebrows fluttering.

"The mountain is high and the water is long, everyone in Jianchi Palace, see you again by fate!"

Zhao Huangting laughed out loud.

A huge sword light rose from the mountain gate of Jianchi Palace!

buzzing...

The swords of every Jianchi Palace disciple trembled.

They raised their heads one after another, and all the swords around their waists were out of their sheaths, with the tips of the swords facing upwards, hanging in the air for several feet, densely packed like a forest of swords.

In Jinguan City.

The pawns, peddlers, literati and other people who wear swords also got the induction, and followed them out of the sheath, with the tip of the sword facing upwards, floating in the air for several feet.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Huangting and An Le.

The old and the newcomers stand above the sword light.

The sword light tore through the evening clouds, and the sun shone down, reflecting the two people on the sword, shining brightly, and the earth on earth was shining brightly!
The sword chant exploded, and the next moment, the sword light galloped up and headed north!

The dense hemp swords floating in front of Jianchi Palace, and all the swords floating in Jinguan City, with the light of the sword going north, the tip of the sword gradually shifted, all pointing far north!

Wan Jieliu took a deep breath, stepped out, and was also engulfed in the sword light, silently, and fled away in an instant, following Zhao Huangting's northward sword light!

The sword fairy travels, travels to the North Sea and twilight Cangwu!

The sword light is like a white horse passing through the gap, and it reaches the surging Canglang River in an instant!
boom! ! !
Huge waves hit, and thousands of piles of snow piled up!

A strong man swept over with his mind, watching the sword light coming from him!
Ye Long ascended to the sky, followed by Ye Wenxi, the two swords of Man Jianghong and Xiao Chongshan, the sword energy was clanging.

Bathed in the light of the sword, Zhao Huangting and An Le nodded slightly towards the peerless general guarding the Canglang River battlefield.

An Le also smiled, cupping her fists and bowing to Ye Wenxi.

Ye Wenxi pursed her red lips, and bowed in return.

As Ye Longsheng ascended to the sky, more and more generals rose from the sky, watching silently.

There are not too many words.

The Canglang River is a strange and dangerous place, with its own strangeness. No one can fly across the river. If you want to cross the river, you must cross the river.

Zhao Huangting took a first-grade sword and shot the sword light of Niudou, and he fell on the river face. The river broke to both sides, and the waves were surging!
And the north of the Canglang River.

There was a terrifying surge of energy and blood, and on the side of the Yuanmeng army, several peerless generals turned out!
The oppressive breath seemed to burn the void.

One continuous body, as if turned into a blood city wall, to force Jianguang to stop!

However, Zhao Huangting faced the resistance of such a strong man, but he looked up to the sky and laughed, and the fire of Nirvana surged behind him, burning the void.

Zhao Huangting's momentum is rising steadily!
In an instant, the river flowed backwards!
The sword light of Shooting Bull Fighting is extremely bright, and the clanging sword energy spurts endlessly!

"I, Zhao Huangting, come back!"

Then the sword light galloping along the whole road rises proudly from the river, like a peerless dragon breaking out of the river, slamming into the land of Jiangbei!

There is a peerless sword fairy in the south, with great arrogance, crossing the north of the river as promised!

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