Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 134 Burning Nirvana Yuan Emperor Bleeding, Qingshan Is Still There 【Ask Monthly Ticket】

The sky is cloudy and misty, and the purple thunder and lightning are rolling in the clouds, like a dragon hiding in it, watching the world.

There was a piece of cold snow that floated down from the evening clouds and landed on the tip of An Le's nose, and soon melted away. An Le raised his head and saw heavy snow falling from the sky.

In the south, it is rare to see snow, and only in the deep winter can we see snow falling.

But in the Northland, the scene of heavy snowfall is very common and common. The snow scene is beautiful, but for many people, heavy snow means parting of life and death.

Wan Jieliu stood quietly beside An Le, and the Nine Realms Qi Machine wrapped An Le and maintained his safety.

In fact, Wan Jieliu's eyes were also complicated, looking at Zhao Huangting who turned into a thunderbolt between heaven and earth, and rushed fearlessly towards the majestic and majestic city that stretched across the land of Middle Earth and absorbed the dragon's veins.

Finally, a touch of admiration welled up in my heart.

As a child who has followed Su Muzhe's buttocks to shake his nose since he was a child, his admiration for his senior sister Su Muzhe is lifelong. Returning with a sloppy boy.

Wan Jieliu's young heart suffered an unprecedented shock, as if a sword had pierced into his heart.

From that day on, Wan Jieliu never had a good look towards Zhao Huangting.

When he knew that Zhao Huangting was still ambiguous with the holy maiden of the Yaozu, he wished he could draw his sword and stab Zhao Huangting with thousands of swords.

Wan Jieliu has always looked down on Zhao Huangting, but today, his thoughts have slightly changed. He can make his senior sister devote his whole life, Zhao Huangting still has some abilities and is worthy of praise.

At least, at the last moment of his life, he could ignite the fire of Nirvana, set foot on the Northland happily, rush to that majestic city, and fight to the death with Emperor Yuanmeng.

He never had the courage.

Because there is no, so admiration.

An Le and Wan Jie Liu were watching quietly.

And not just them.

That incarnation was a horizontal thunder from heaven and earth, and it slammed into Xiongcheng fiercely with the thunder, saying boldly, "Emperor Yuan, do you dare to fight?!"

This scene was naturally watched by many top practitioners on the earth.

Perhaps, there are too many people who knew about this battle, so they are waiting for it.

Lin'an Mansion, in the imperial city.

Putting on a golden dragon robe, the emperor of the Zhao family set foot on the highest point of Tianxuan Palace, and sat on the throne that symbolized the gathering of Zhao's power. .

In the stele hut where the Academy of Arts covers the stele of Wenqu.

The second master, Pang Ji, stood with his hands behind his back. Behind him, Wen Xinlin was slowly blowing in the breeze, making the sound of waves in the vast sea.

On the sixth mountain of the holy mountain, clouds and rain are disillusioned and splashed.

There is a swordsman in the world of mortals carrying a sword box of mortals on his back, with his hands crossed over his chest, his face is cold and sad, there are three thousand swords of mortals hidden in the box, and the swords are screaming.

The ancient temples are hidden in the deep mountains, and time goes up and down.

In Lanke Temple, one of the three Buddhist temples, there are steeds neighing among the black and yellow walls.

Dressed in sackcloth, Siye Lin, who was feeding hay to the black horse, had a hatchet pinned to his waist, leaned against the stable, looked up at the cloudy sky, and sighed softly.

In Ganye Temple.

Master Suzhu felt that the heart sword he had split into countless sword qi, and there was a sigh on his beautiful face.

The primordial spirit leaps, one after another, the most powerful men in the world, the primordial spirit rises to the sky, sensing the impending explosion in the mighty city of the North...

The strongest battle in the world.

It can indeed be called the strongest battle in the world, even if it is just as brilliant as fireworks, it is still gorgeous.

Zhao Huangting drew out his heart sword, and the fire of Nirvana burned, allowing his state to return to its full glory. Even because of his comprehension, Zhao Huangting even took half a step, stepping into the realm of Nirvana in the ten realms.

This can be called a battle of ten realms that is rare in the world.

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Yuanmeng Dadu, as the capital city after Yuanmeng invaded and occupied the middle land.

The city wall is hundreds of feet high, towering like a mountain, and just looking at it gives people a huge sense of oppression.

Even great cultivators who have passed the sixth realm will involuntarily feel oppressed when facing this majestic city, and it is difficult for them to exert their full strength.

Of course, the purpose of building such a majestic city is not only to oppress practitioners, but because the majestic walls of this city are engraved with patterns of formations.

This formation is the formation that Emperor Yuan Meng retrieved from the Lianhua Temple after he visited the Lianhua Temple. It is engraved on the walls of the entire city. very.

When Zhao Huangting ignited the fire of Nirvana and rushed to Yuanmeng Dadu.

On the city wall, there were three burly figures staring at it.

"Burn the fire of Nirvana and realize the splendor of the last moment of life."

"The fire of Nirvana of ordinary people will only restore the cultivation base to the peak, but this person's current state seems to allow him to break the shackles of the ultimate, and set foot on the rare double tenth realm in the world."

"Even if it's just for a moment, it's enough to brighten the world."

As the royal family of the Yuanmeng Empire, the three of them looked at each other and stepped out one after another. Their energy and blood rushed like mountains and seas, and they turned into three extremely terrifying and ferocious blood beasts, which collided with Zhao Huangting's sea of ​​sword energy and thunder. Together!
The fire of Nirvana swept across like a roaring dragon.

On the city wall, the Yuanshen formation was activated by three powerful beings, and a giant Buddha emerged, wrapped in blood mist, colliding with the ocean of sword energy.

However, the giant Buddha was majestic, but it was cut open before the thunder of sword energy that took the lead.

The figure covered in flames leapt up the city wall, and a shining silver sword released the sword energy like a silver dragon. It was a first-grade sword that shot bulls.

There is a difference between the first-grade sword in the hands of ten realms and the first-grade sword in the hands of six realms.

In this way, Zhao Huangting beheaded the Buddha, forced back the three Yuanmeng royal families, and stood on the tower of the capital city.

In the male city.

Mind, energy and blood intertwined, and many strong men stared at the Merry Sword Immortal who ascended the city in shock and anger.

How could the city towers of the capital of the Yuanmeng Empire have been trampled on like this!
However, facing Zhao Huangting at this moment, many strong men in Yuanmeng could only be furious.

Even the three powerful royal families were defeated, and they could only watch Zhao Huangting ascend the tower, the proudest tower of the Yuanmeng Empire. What about ordinary practitioners like them?
The fire of Nirvana wrapped in sword energy like a river and sea, covered half of the city, and gradually even covered the entire city.

Zhao Huangting jumped out of it, holding the Shooting Bull Dou slantedly, his sword aura soaring to the heavens.

He waited for this battle, waited 500 years.

Today, he finally had no regrets.

The only shortcoming is that the sword he is holding is not Qingshan, it is not that he does not want to hold Qingshan, but Zhao Huangting feels that the Qingshan sword is a sword that he is not qualified to hold.

It's okay to not know when, but when you know the truth, Zhao Huangting, who is the blood of Da Zhao's royal family flowing in his body and surrendering Zhongtu to a foreign race, holds a sword faceless.

Zhao Huangting was hunting in plain clothes, his frosty hair gradually turned black, and his long eyebrows turned into black eyebrows, surging in the fire of Nirvana!

He raised a sword lightly, and stretched out the sword. Countless sword qi gathered in front of him, turning into a gigantic sword, hanging in the sky above Dadu.

Lightly.

The giant sword slashed towards Dadu.

However, the giant sword fell several feet away and was blocked by a burly figure. The burly figure raised his hand slightly, and squeezed the giant sword.

As soon as the figure appeared, it seemed like a moment, and it became the focus of the whole world.

Emperor Yuanmeng!

In Dadu, the cultivators of the Yuanmeng Empire showed excitement, as if they were in a carnival, and the cheers were as loud as mountains and seas.

The figure grasped the giant sword with one hand, and rose slowly, gradually rising through the air, overlooking Zhao Huangting standing on the tower, lingering in the fire of Nirvana.

"I know you, 500 years ago, you swung your sword at Gu."

"Your sword, only remember."

Emperor Yuan Meng looked at Zhao Huangting and said calmly, his voice was like a bell, blasting inside and outside the city.

The snow in the sky seemed to be shattered into pieces in words.

The world fell silent for a moment.

In the capital of Yuanmeng, the fanatical Yuanmeng people stared at the emperor who was as bright as the sun in the sky.

A strong man of Yuanmeng has no intention of continuing to intervene. Since His Majesty has come out, it means that this battle is about to come to an end.

"Your sword today is not that sword."

"Without that sword, it's boring."

Emperor Yuan Meng looked at Zhao Huangting and said indifferently.

Zhao Huangting smiled, and pressed down the tip of the bullfighting sword in his hand again, as if to crush the void, the huge sword exploded with strength, and pressed down again.

The contest between the two has already begun.

However, Emperor Yuanmeng's palm holding the giant sword was violent, and the giant sword was pinched and exploded in an instant.

Emperor Yuan Meng just opened his mouth and let out a breath.

In an instant, the sword energy all over the sky was blown away.

"I said it alone, it's boring."

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes were piercing, like two rounds of scorching sun, so bright that it was hard to look directly at them, but the eyes carried an extremely terrifying pressure.

The city wall around Zhao Huangting collapsed in an instant, as if the gravity had increased a thousand times in an instant, and densely intertwined cracks spread across the majestic city wall like spider webs.

Zhao Huangting leaned on the sword, and the fire of Nirvana seemed to be compressed back into his body. His face was calm, and a smile hung on the corner of his lips.

Emperor Yuanmeng is truly number one in the world, a terrifying existence who has reached the ten realms of refining his spirit and body.

Even the old Juggernaut at the bottom of Jianchi Lake is nothing more than an immortal who has forged his body and set foot on the land, but he is still a bit short of refining his god.

Not only the old Sword Saint at the bottom of Jianchi Lake, the old Guanzhu of Zhenwu Temple, the old Tianshi of Tianshi Mansion, the Time Buddha of Lanke Temple, the angry-eyed King Kong of Lianhua Temple...these are all single ten realms.

Most of the ten realms in the world are single ten realms.

Except for Emperor Yuanmeng.

"You should focus on people, not swords."

Zhao Huangting said seriously.

"Today, let you remember that I am Zhao Huangting!"

The words fall.

Zhao Huangting turned his face slightly while holding the sword, as if he was looking at An Le who was standing in the distance watching the battle.

The corners of her lips twitched, and there seemed to be a murmur, swaying in the wind.

"Boy, take a good look at what is Cipai Three Swords."

"My Zhao Huangting's swordsmanship is definitely not weak!"

hum...

Between the heaven and the earth, there is sword chant.

In an instant, holding the bull-shooting bucket and slashing in front of him, the pressure of Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes staring down was split instantly.

It's like a sword fairy flying out of the sky.

Zhao Huangting stepped in the air, and lightly swung his sword upwards.

"Currently, Bei Ke is thinking of going back, and returning to He Na Phi Lu Luo!"

"Bamboo branches!"

The sword rises, the sword light rises and falls, and a bamboo forest of sword energy seems to grow in the sky above Dadu, covering Emperor Yuanmeng in an instant.

The sword light is entangled, and the bamboo sea rises between the waves, and the visible space seems to be cut apart!
With a swing of the sword, the Qi and blood of Emperor Yuanmeng seemed to be condensed into Dharma. He swung his fist and smashed it, trying to smash the bamboo sea in front of him, but when he smashed down, every green bamboo with sword energy was blown away. He was very proud, even with the fist of Emperor Yuanmeng, he still didn't collapse.

Instead, the Emperor Yuanmeng was lifted into the air hundreds of feet high!

Zhao Huangting laughed loudly, the fire of Nirvana on his body became more and more brilliant, his black hair flew up, and his eyes were as bright as iron.

Between heaven and earth, sing again!
"The sky sends far away, to the two mountains, to wake up the idiot cloud."

"I still have my own, go to the birds in the forest, don't believe in the dusk!"

"Fangcao!"

Zhao Huangting's sword dance is like singing and dancing in a sea of ​​bamboo.

The sword energy surged.

This sword seems to contain a unique emotion, the stirring sword energy is silent, and it is not the body that hurts, but the soul!

With a sword of Fangcao, cut off the primordial spirit!
Emperor Yuanmeng frowned, muscles all over his body swelled, and the center of his brows cracked. Suddenly, there was a terrifying turmoil in his mind, which made the world dark.

But the sword of Fangcao is like a miracle of strong growth in the endless bleak darkness.

boom!
The sword qi crashed into Emperor Yuanmeng's body again, and Emperor Yuanmeng was slammed into the sky again, ascending thousands of feet, surrounded by clouds, and shattered by the qi mechanism.

"good."

Emperor Yuanmeng said indifferently.

Zhao Huangting's aura, which had drawn two swords in a row, did not drop, but increased even more. The fire of Nirvana burned and made the sky a wonderful scene of sunset.

"Sweet!"

Zhao Huangting laughed out loud.

The sword was retracted, and it lay across in front of the body, and the air wave was discharged under the feet, and one step was stepped down heavily.

"Let's look at the third sword."

"Youth Tour!"

After the words fell, Zhao Huangting's whole body seemed to be integrated with the sword, turning into a sword light, pouring towards Emperor Yuanmeng.

Emperor Yuan Meng's eyes were fixed, and there seemed to be a scarlet thunder intertwined in his eyes, he stretched out a palm, and grabbed Zhao Huangting with a blow of his body transformed into a sword.

When the sword and palm met, terrifying air waves swayed from Yunqiong, circle after circle, as if turning into a grand mushroom cloud.

And the body of Emperor Yuanmeng was knocked up again, this time, it rose ten thousand feet and went straight into the sea of ​​clouds!
After entering the sea of ​​clouds.

Then a real battle broke out in it.

Sword light, sword energy, and sword technique seem to form a world.

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Outside the capital of Yuan and Mongolia.

The bright world suddenly became dark, and it seemed that there was no more brilliance.

An Le took a deep breath, and then let out a long breath after Emperor Yuan Meng and Zhao Huangting crashed into the sea of ​​clouds together.

"color!"

After being in peace for a long time, he murmured.

The snowflakes that originally fell from the evening clouds completely disappeared, as if the heavy snow that was brewing was chopped off by Zhao Huangting's three swords.

The peerless three swords change the sky, which can be called a great romance in the world!
An Le closed her eyes, and kept thinking about Zhao Huangting's Three Swords of Ci Pai in her mind. This sword move An Le had mastered before, but she never thought that it could burst out with such power.

The comprehension of the [Wizard of the Ages] who has obtained the [Emperor] Dao Fruit and the enhancement, shows a stunning demeanor at this moment.

An Le picked up the bamboo sword Qingshan on his waist.

There was a wind blowing from the flat ground, and the magnificent Three Swords seemed to be engraved by him at this moment.

Although the power is far inferior to that of Zhao Huangting, he has grasped the essence of every Ci Pai sword move!

Wait until the last sword boy tour ends.

The ground around An Le was already torn apart by the sword light.

Beside An Le, Wan Juliu's body trembled slightly, and there was a faint sword energy on his body, breathing out like a snake.

How can any sword cultivator watch this battle without feeling overwhelmed?

"Senior, after the fire of Nirvana burns, will I definitely die?"

An Le put away the sword, let out a breath, suddenly thought of it, opened his eyes and asked.

Wan Juliu withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to the sea of ​​clouds, he could only feel its magnificence, but could not watch the grand battle.

"The fire of Nirvana is fueled by a lifetime of practice. When the fuel is exhausted, naturally only a decayed and ordinary body with exhausted life remains."

"Death will come as promised."

Wan Jieliu said softly.

His words seemed to be telling Zhao Huangting's end.

An Le fell silent.

"Do you think that Zhao Huangting, who is only left with a mortal body, has the ability to leave this Yuanmeng Metropolis, which is difficult to escape even if he enters the Nine Realms?"

Wan Juliu shook his head and said.

So, Zhao Huangting went north this time with the will to die, and he didn't intend to say that he could leave. He just wanted a refreshment and a clear idea.

The battle that was not smooth 500 years ago can be fulfilled today.

Zhao Huangting was already content.

An Le carried the bamboo sword Qingshan, but didn't know what to say.

Wan Jieliu's palm suddenly landed on Anle's shoulder, vaguely, in the direction of Yuanmeng Dadu, a strong man's soul glanced over, paying attention to Wanjieliu and Anle.

"We should go."

"It's easy to get away without being noticed now."

Wan Jieliu said.

It is not that there are no wandering cultivators in Middle Earth. As long as they stay away from Dadu, they can easily escape. The only difficulty is the problem of crossing the Canglang River.

However, with Zhao Huangting's face, many great Zhao generals on the Canglang River battlefield would all take action, so crossing the river is actually nothing.

Wan Jieliu wants to take An Le away.

But soon he froze.

After some tugging, he found that An Le was staring at Yuanmeng Dadu, motionless.

"Leave senior Zhao alone here?"

Anle murmured.

Wan Jieliu couldn't help shrinking his eyes when he heard this.

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Above the sea of ​​clouds.

Suddenly there was a sword light tearing the clouds, and after the fire of Nirvana burned to the extreme, it gradually began to disappear.

Until the last bit of flame also disappeared into the world.

The disappearing flying snow seemed to gather the chill again, and began to flutter down, falling into the world little by little.

A piece of snow, dyed red.

There was a clang.

The silver sword weapon shot out from the sea of ​​clouds, and pierced the city wall with a bang.

It was a first-grade sword forged by Master Wang Yansheng, which was used to shoot bulls.

Today's bullfighting is held on the towers of Yuanmeng Dadu, and the silver sword is full of cracks.

And on the side of the sword.

It was Zhao Huangting whose clothes were all dyed blood red. Zhao Huangting was sitting cross-legged on the tower, without the slightest breath of energy and spirit in his body.

He squeezed out all his strength for a good and well-deserved fight.

The sea of ​​clouds was torn apart.

Emperor Yuanmeng stepped out of it, his clothes fluttering, his aura was still like a bright sun, hanging high, burning everything.

However, what shocked the whole world was...

On Emperor Yuanmeng's chest, there was a resplendent sword mark, starting from the shoulder and extending to the waist and abdomen.

At the end of the wound, a drop of blood that seems to be enough to crush the city is gathering.

Burn out Nirvana, Emperor Yuan bleeds!

It turns out that Emperor Yuanmeng, who is number one in the world, will also bleed!

Sitting withered on the city wall, Zhao Huangting raised his head and grinned. He smacked his mouth while smiling, but unfortunately there was no wine at the moment.

Emperor Yuan Meng looked calmly at the old man who was exhausted and his lamp was dry, with a look of appreciation in his eyes. As for the injury, he didn't care.

Even if the whole world knows that he will be injured, so what?
How many people really dare to burn Nirvana recklessly like Zhao Huangting to leave him a wound?
"Whether you're happy or not, the old man is anyway."

Zhao Huangting looked at Emperor Yuanmeng and laughed softly.

Standing up with difficulty and staggeringly.

Zhao Huangting stood on the city wall of Yuanmeng land, looking at the land in the north, the blood falling from the sky made him feel a little cold.

Among the great capitals of Yuan and Mongolia.

A strong man stepped forward, wanting to approach Zhao Huangting.

However, it was stopped by Emperor Yuanmeng, who was in the sky, waving his hand.

"If Gu can be hurt, he is qualified to die with dignity."

Emperor Yuanmeng said indifferently.

Yuanmeng powerhouses clasped their fists together and retreated.

On the city wall, the skinny old man sighed while looking at the land in the north under the heavy snow.

"It's a pity, after all, we can't see the day when the homeland of the Northland will be recovered."

On the city wall, Shooting Bull Dou trembled and mourned.

Zhao Huangting's old body opened his arms, closed his eyes, and jumped down.

at the same time.

On the plain outside the capital.

An Le threw out the tattered bamboo sword hanging from his waist.

With a sword cry, the tattered bamboo sword galloped towards the majestic tower of Yuanmeng Dadu.

The green hills are still there.

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