Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 135 Mountains and rivers open for thousands of miles, the snow stops, and the owner of the sixth mountain arrives 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

Some people say that rivers and lakes are a world composed of practitioners. In this world, the strong float upstream, while the weak are like endless fish swimming in the downstream. Whenever they are quietly swallowed by a big fish, it is difficult for a ripple to appear.

And a peerless practitioner like Emperor Yuanmeng was thrown into a mountain in the rivers and lakes, and if he moved it at will, many practitioners would be killed.

Today's Zhao Huangting is like a big fish leaping out of the river and lake, plowing a gully on top of the mountain that fell into the river and lake, allowing the water of the river and lake to flow upstream along the gully.

In the whole world, there are too many people watching this battle.

They have complicated expressions, surging emotions, and sighs of amazement.

Before that, Emperor Yuanmeng had been number one in the world for 500 years, and no one could shake him. Many people even thought that Emperor Yuanmeng was so invincible that it was impossible for him to be injured.

Today, Zhao Huangting used the sword in his hand to play a big game, causing Emperor Yuanmeng to bleed, and told all the powerful people in the world that Emperor Yuanmeng would also bleed.

Of course, Zhao Huangting's main purpose is to tell An Le, raise the courage in his heart, and place high hopes on this young man who has given little gift to Qingshan.

Snow fell from the sky and the earth, as if singing a sad song.

The goose feathers were covered in heavy snow, dyed red, as if reflecting the brilliance of the setting sun.

A peerless and strong man at dusk, he does not want to die in a hurry, and he does not want to die silently. He would rather ignite Nirvana and usher in a great wind and a great refreshing.

In this world, no one can live forever, but people can choose their own way of death.

A layer of snow fell on the city wall of Dadu, which was ten thousand feet high.

The first-grade sword weapon that was full of cracks was inserted into the city wall. Although it was full of cracks, it persisted unbroken, proudly like the spine of an old man.

Zhao Huangting did not choose to sit on the city wall and wait to die.

After a hearty and vigorous battle, there was a silent and sad ending.

He chose a heroic ending for himself.

He jumped off the city wall, and with his ordinary body now, if he fell from the wall of Baizhang, he would surely die.

Even if the death is ugly, even if no one collects the body.

However, merging with his blood into his homeland in the Northland may be Zhao Huangting's preferred way of death.

Zhao Huangting closed his eyes, the sound of howling wind and waves passed by his ears.

The distance from the ground is getting farther and farther, the blood in his body is gone, and the soul and mind are both melted by the fire of nirvana.

The ground is getting closer, which means death is getting closer.

However, when it is about to hit the ground.

The familiar sound of sword chanting resounded, a sword weapon looted from afar, pieces of falling white snow were cut in half by the sword edge, Suxue rubbed against the sword weapon, gradually cracked, and was rubbed up The scorching heat melted into a mirror-like liquid.

Zhao Huangting opened his cloudy eyes.

There was a hint of bewilderment, a touch of emotion, a touch of complexity in his eyes, and finally... panic!

This kid An Le hasn't left yet!
Wan Jieliu didn't take An Le away!

Zhao Huangting has long been prepared for his death. He has long promised to bring Anle here, let Anle have a look at the great rivers and mountains in the Northland, and see how sharp he was in the battle with Emperor Yuanmeng. For the real Three Swords of Ci Pai, the understanding of this sword move can be deepened.

He never thought that An Le would come to save him!

where is this
Dadu of Yuanmeng!Yuanmeng Dadu is as strong as a cloud!

He, Zhao Huangting, could recklessly climb up the city wall of the capital and swing his sword for sharpness, because the worst thing he could do was die.

But An Le can't do it, An Le is still young, and the future is unlimited, how can he die in Yuanmeng Dadu now? !
Zhao Huangting's eyelashes trembled at this moment, panic could not help showing on his old face.

Facing the extremely powerful Yuanmeng Emperor, Zhao Huangting was not afraid, and facing death, Zhao Huangting was also extremely free and easy, but when Qingshan still appeared, he was unconcealably afraid.

An Le can't die here!

Wan Jieliu, that bastard, can't even take An Le away? !
buzzing...

The brilliant sword chant instantly lingered around Zhao Huangting's body, and the sword energy blew like a spring breeze, supporting Zhao Huangting's body that was falling rapidly.

In the end, he was safely sent to the ground.

Foot stepped on the ground, snow fell on his shoulders, Zhao Huangting's body shook for a while.

In the distance, a white clothed body was bathed in white light, and it came at a very fast speed, almost at the same time as Qingshan, and landed beside him.

"You bastard..."

Zhao Huangting's face was full of complex expressions, and his heart felt a little blocked.

"Why don't you leave?"

"After watching the battle, you can leave!"

Zhao Huangting said weakly.

He really felt powerless, and now he was just an ordinary person, and his lifespan was only a thin grain of sand missed by the hourglass, which would soon be exhausted.

He no longer has any strength to bring An Le out of here.

There was a bright and gentle smile on Anle's handsome face.

"No matter what the senior said, the kid still has to take the senior home."

An Le was bathed in white light and said softly.

"You, you..." Zhao Huangting heard the word "go home", and he wanted to be harsh, but couldn't utter it in his mouth.

"This is troublesome..."

Zhao Huangting said with a headache.

Before he died, he was not allowed to live in peace, and it also gave him a headache.

At this moment, the tens of thousands of willows in the distance are full of complex faces, causing Zhao Huangting to die in the capital of Yuanmeng, with no bones left, and the blood gradually becomes cold and cold in the lonely corpse...

Even thinking about it, he couldn't bear it, but his sober consciousness told him that he couldn't be as high as An Le.

Rescuing Zhao Huangting at this time would only cost the lives of both of them.

Even though Wan Jieliu had to admit that at this time he really didn't have the courage to save Zhao Huangting, but he didn't have the courage, of course.

After all, what we are facing right now...is the capital of Yuanmeng!

The emperor of Yuanmeng who is number one in the world!
Therefore, when Wan Jieliu found that An Le was about to throw out the bamboo sword at his waist, he stretched out his hand to pull An Le without hesitation, planning to leave the place immediately with An Le in his arms.

After all, their whereabouts have been vaguely discovered.

However, what surprised Wan Jieliu was that the hand he stretched out... hadn't grasped An Le's figure, and a majestic force directly bounced off his palm.

This……

He is a majestic practitioner of the nine realms, but can't grasp the five realms?

In fact, that is indeed the case. He could only watch An Le, throwing the bamboo sword in his waist, and his whole body was like an arrow from the string, smashing away the desolate snow, and rushing towards the majestic majestic building. city!
He rushed towards Zhao Huangting who was about to fall into the icy ground.

"Senior Wan, you leave first."

An Le's words of letting him go came lightly.

Afterwards, he saw the white heroic spirit surging from An Le's body, piercing into the sky!

This arrogance made An Le run faster and faster, and her aura became stronger and stronger!

Wan Jieliu took a deep breath, and after realizing it, he couldn't help being annoyed, let him escape first?Who do you look down on? !
He also started to take steps, and did not escape on his own.

The pride of being a sword cultivator made him not allow this.

Even, there is a bit of excitement and heroic trembling in my heart.

Looking at Anle's back, Wan Jieliu's expression was complicated. He suddenly understood why Anle was able to ring the sword bell 36 times...

This attitude of not being afraid even in the face of Emperor Yuanmeng, who is number one in the world, really made him in the Ninth Realm unable to help admiring him.

Ten thousand feet above the sky.

Emperor Yuanmeng, standing in the sea of ​​torn clouds, looked at the situation under the Xiongcheng calmly.

He had long noticed the two figures that came with Zhao Huangting, one in the middle of the Ninth Realm and one... the Fifth Realm.

Emperor Yuanmeng didn't even bring up his interest in being so weak.

After all, with such strength, I'm afraid he doesn't even have the courage to step into Yuanmeng Dadu.

Not everyone can come here with the will to die like Zhao Huangting.

However, Emperor Yuanmeng didn't think that these two people could escape. The Middle Earth now belonged to the Yuanmeng Empire. If he gave an order, the two of them would not be able to escape very far.

However, what surprised Emperor Yuan Meng was that when Zhao Huangting fell from the tower, the young man with five realms of cultivation didn't choose to escape, instead he flung out his sword and rushed towards him.

Isn't he... not afraid of death?
Afterwards, Emperor Yuan Meng felt a surge of arrogance from the young man, and around the beam of arrogance, there was an invincible aura that transformed from a white python into a heavenly dragon.

This force caused the young man's aura to rise to an extremely high level.

It's very strange, like Taoist Zhenwu Temple's method of attracting heaven's aura to add body.

But I want to use this to save people...

far worse.

Emperor Yuanmeng looked on indifferently, with this little power he wanted to take away a person who challenged him from Yuanmeng Metropolis.

Even, there is no need for Emperor Yuanmeng to speak.

In Yuanmeng Metropolis, there were already strong men who sensed that something was wrong, and released majestic blood and terrifying minds.

The primordial spirit intertwined with Qi and blood to form a huge Dharma image, which crashed towards An Le and Zhao Huangting who were under the city.

Emperor Yuanmeng spoke to let Zhao Huangting die with dignity.

But Zhao Huangting must die!

If someone rescued him, the face of the Yuanmeng Empire would be wiped away, and the face of the Yuanmeng Emperor would be wiped away!

"Zhao Huangting, die!"

"Savior, die!"

The deafening sound exploded, and countless snowflakes falling from the sky were shattered into mist in just an instant!
An Le grasped the green hill, and carried Zhao Huangting on his shoulders with his backhand, raised his eyes, and looked at the dreadfully falling Dharma power.

The majestic wind and waves were blowing, and the huge force seemed to empty the air.

That was the body of the dharma body formed by the interweaving of primordial spirit and qi and blood at the pinnacle of the Nine Realms, the fist that fell down!

The huge coercion is enough to make the blood of practitioners under the ninth realm freeze, their thoughts become stiff, and they don't even have the strength to move.

But An Le raised her head, her face was very calm.

The hair is flying, and the white clothes are also hunting.

Let’s not talk about the fearless character provided by the [Fearless Mind] Dao Fruit.

In the test of opening the front of Qingshan, he was not afraid of the giant sword cut by the immortal, but now facing the fist of a strong man of the nine realms of the Yuanmeng Empire, how could he be so afraid that he could not walk?
In his heart, because he had seen the majesty of the emperor's stone figurines cutting down immortals step by step, he had just seen Zhao Huangting's masterpiece three swords, which made Emperor Yuanmeng bleed.

The [Heroic Incentive] that had been drained by him had been absorbed from the world and filled up again.

As soon as it was filled, it was squeezed out by An Le again.

Of course, this is not An Le's real trump card!

Now that there is a hole card, why not try to bring this old man who is also a teacher and friend home, so that he will not die here, and there is no one to collect the body?
It attracts so much arrogance in the world, dare to ask ordinary people to kill ghosts and gods!
An Le carried Zhao Huangting on his back, Qingshan started, the sword buzzed, and slashed a sword towards the giant fist of the peak of the Nine Realms that fell down.

All the mighty arrogance gathered in this sword.

Coupled with the green mountains after the opening, the sword energy that gathers heroic energy in one sword becomes extremely sharp.

The sword energy slammed into the dharma figure's fist!

boom! ! !
Where the sword light collided with the fist, there seemed to be an invisible lake spreading out. This strong fluctuation hit the majestic city wall, causing the city wall to shake slightly!
The ground under An Le's feet seemed to spread a spider's web in an instant.

"go!"

An Le took a deep breath, wrapped in a much thinner beam of heroic light, and quickly swept away towards the distance.

On the city wall of the capital city, several powerful men from the Nine Realms of the Yuanmeng Empire were all stunned and shocked.

Especially the strong man who condensed qi, blood and primordial spirit looked even more puzzled. The sword qi from the five realms slashed... blocked his punch? !

What kind of power is that white beam of light drawn from the sky?
Immortal power?

No, the point is... he was so ashamed that he was blocked by a fifth realm!
With the help of heroic strength, An Le's speed at this moment is as fast as lightning.

However, the Nine Realm powerhouses in the Yuanmeng Metropolis reacted, and became angry with embarrassment, so naturally they would not just let An Le take people away like this.

Wan Juan Liu pulled out the willow-like sword from his waist.

Looting to An Le's side, his face was cold and solemn, and of course, there was a touch of complexity in his eyes.

Obviously, he didn't expect that An Le would be able to burst out the power to forcibly resist the Nine Realms.

Zhao Huangting wasn't surprised, after all, in Lin'an Mansion, An Le showed [Heroic Encouragement] once, which broke the plan of the emperor of the Zhao family.

Today, the reappearance of such methods and trump cards, although unexpected, is expected.

"Mr. An, your power is indeed strange, but... this is the Northland after all, the capital of Yuanmeng."

Wanjuan Liu sighed lightly.

The gathering place of Yuanmeng powerhouses.

Although many powerful Nine Realms are on the Canglang River battlefield, there will naturally be many strong ones in the empire.

An Le looked at Wan Jieliu, his face was very calm, as if he still had confidence, he said, "Senior Wan, let's go separately, you should be able to leave easily by yourself."

Hearing this, Wan Jieliu glared angrily: "Mr. An, do you look down on Wan?"

"Wan Mou promised the teacher that he will take you back in person. Naturally, he won't go back to Jianchi Palace in despair. In that case, why would Wan Mou have the face to cultivate the sword, and why would he have the heart to forge the sword?!"

Wan Jieliu's voice was even annoyed.

Although he didn't have the heroic spirit and quickness to die like Zhao Huangting.

But he is also a swordsman.

A swordsman should have an indomitable sharpness!
Wan Jieliu stopped talking, took out the sword box behind him, and gently pushed open the lid of the sword box.

"I thought this sword box would only be used when crossing the river, but I didn't expect to open it now."

Wan Jieliu said.

"Mr. An, take Zhao Huangting away first, later Wan will catch up and we will cross the river and go home together."

The words fall.

The ten-thousand-section willow sword box has been opened, and there are actually eighteen swords lying in it, each of which is no more than the length of a palm.

His fingers brushed over the eighteen swords, and finally tapped with his fingers.

The sword energy in the sword box soared to the sky, and eighteen sword weapons roared out at the same time, like thunderbolts shooting out of the sword box!
Eighteen swords, intertwined and combined to form a huge sword killing array!
Stop the powerful men of the Yuanmeng Empire who are looting one after another!
"The sword array in Jianchi Palace?"

"court death!"

"The iron cavalry of the Yuanmeng Empire will step down the Jianchi Palace sooner or later!"

The sound of cold snorts came from the mouths of the looting figures, and in the next moment, a great momentum swept up, and terrifying attacks rushed towards the sword array!

Wan Jieliu's complexion turned pale in an instant, but at the middle stage of the Ninth Realm, it was really difficult for him to control the sword formation to resist so many strong men!

Above the sea of ​​clouds.

Emperor Yuanmeng, who had completely recovered from the wounds on his body, looked at this scene indifferently with his burly figure.

His eyes locked on An Le.

He had a rather weird feeling about this young man, like... a threat?
How can a mere five-level cultivator threaten him, who is No. [-] in the world at the double-ten level?

However, Emperor Yuanmeng believed in his intuition. In addition, he believed even more... in the Dragon Vein of China that he had absorbed.

At this moment, the Zhongtu Dragon Vein began to tremble uncontrollably when An Le burst out with the power of [Hero Qi Yin], so Emperor Yuan Meng had to devote more attention to suppress it.

Therefore, Emperor Yuanmeng stepped forward.

Like a purple thunder on the cloud, it appeared in front of the sword formation in an instant, and with a big hand, the sword formation formed by the eighteen swords fell apart in an instant and broke one after another!
Ten thousand willows felt the pressure like a deep abyss, and it rushed towards him, like a sword like a willow branch lying in front of him, plowing the ground with both feet, and retreating a thousand feet.

Wan Juan Liu's eyes narrowed, and he panted heavily.

This feeling of oppression...

When you really face it, you will know how terrifying it is!
This is still human? !
And Zhao Huangting could actually hurt such a Yuanmeng emperor and make him bleed? !
Emperor Yuanmeng put his hands behind his back, and his luxurious robes were tightly attached to his body, outlining his rock-solid muscles, his hair flying vigorously, and his eyes seemed to be intertwined with purple electricity.

He didn't even look at Wanjieliu who was forced back by his one move.

Staring at Anle, his gaze shifted and landed on the green hill in Anle's hand.

"So the sword is here."

Emperor Yuan Meng said indifferently, he has always remembered this sword.

Back then when he broke through the Double Ten Realm, he was so heroic and invincible in the world, but he failed to break this sword, which naturally left a deep impression on him.

However, he didn't stay on the green hill for too long, his eyes moved sideways and landed on An Le.

The beam of light formed by the heroic spirit has gradually disappeared, leaving only weak and slender white silk threads, and it is still disappearing little by little.

Facing the coercion of the Yuanmeng Emperor, who was as violent as the overturning waves of the vast sea, An Le still stood firm with Zhao Huangting on his back, without bending his back in the slightest.

It's like a young tiger raising its head, facing a giant dragon!
"It's so courageous, the invincible white python transforms into a heavenly dragon, not bad."

"You should be kept for the geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire to kill, but your invincibility can be banned."

Emperor Yuanmeng said indifferently.

It seemed that it was a very easy and natural thing for the genius of the Yuanmeng Empire to kill Anle.

"However, before that, Gu needs to figure out why you can provoke the turmoil of the dragon's veins."

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes intertwined with purple electricity were extremely deep.

As soon as the words fell, Emperor Yuan Meng's palm moved towards An Le.

With just one hand, the surrounding space seemed to be frozen.

An Le took a deep breath, and held onto the green mountain tightly, and in the dantian, the golden sword Qi Jindan slowly unfolded.

However, at the same time.

In the pineapple sword box on An Le's back, there was a soft sword groan.

The ink pool suddenly turned into a straight black line and shot out, stabbing towards Emperor Yuanmeng's palm. This sword was like a mantis' arm being a chariot, and a mole shaking a tree.

An Le was taken aback.

However, Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes fell on this pitch-black sword.

There was only a crisp jingle.

As if there was a straight sword light, in an instant, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers opened up, and the wind and snow all over the sky stopped suddenly!
The ink pool disappeared, replaced by...

It was a cold figure with arms folded, a green shirt and a pine sword box on his back.

Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, changing shape and changing shadow!
The snow stopped.

The sixth mountain master arrives.

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(End of this chapter)