Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 140 One person breaks three hundred armors with one sword, there are evil spirits floating in the river

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and every raindrop that falls from the sky hits between the reeds, making every reed sway from side to side.

The intertwined rain and mist covered the fog on the river bank, making the picture in front of me very blurry, but for practitioners, the eyes were never the only tool for observing things.

Yuanshen swept past, and the figure walking out of the thick fog could no longer hide.

The young man in white had a sword box and a long knife on his waist, and he was carrying an old man lingering on his back.

Leaping out of the tent, the burly man who released the innate spiritual energy intertwined with blood and energy all over his body widened his eyes as much as possible, as if he wanted to show the brutality of the Yuanmeng grassland warriors to the fullest.

"Enemy attack!"

The roar made the entire barracks restless.

Even if the person who came was just a young man carrying an old man on his back, this big man with six levels of cultivation dared not underestimate him in the slightest.

Not everyone knew what happened in Dadu. Zhao Huangting's challenge to Emperor Yuanmeng was indeed heroic. However, only the group of people who stood at the highest level in the field of practice were qualified to observe and know about this challenge.

He didn't know the origin of the young man, nor the origin of the old man on his back, but the murderous intent intertwined between the heaven and the earth made this man who had experienced many battles feel a crisis in the dark.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, the water vapor evaporated from the river rushes into the clouds, and the accumulated water will return to the world after reaching a limit.

The raindrops fell on the ground and mixed in the mud and dust, setting off an extremely strong earthy smell.

Three hundred soldiers of the Yuanmeng Empire, wearing armor, piled up in front of him like this, and the intertwined energy and blood formed a majestic army in the sky.

Military strength is the unique courage of the army. The breath of hundreds of people is intertwined, which is as heavy as a mountain. It is a kind of spiritual shock.

There is weight in the eyes, but hundreds of pairs of eyes cast their gazes down at the same time, even a cultivator, under such an impact, his mind will be turbulent.

As Anle walked, he raised his hand to hold the sword case, revealing the exquisite hilt made by Master Wang Yansheng. The sword is like the tail of a swallow's scissors, and there are circles on the hilt. The touch of the sword.

An Le grasped the hilt of the sword, and slowly drew out the sword. This first-grade sword weapon that An Le participated in creating was fused with An Le's essence and blood, as if his mind was connected. At this moment, he uttered a clear sword chant. Broken raindrops.

Instead of using Qingshan, he hung the bamboo sword Qingshan on Zhao Huangting's waist, causing the bamboo sword to release energy, wrap Zhao Huangting, and protect the old man who was exhausted, so that he would not be affected in the next battle.

This is the first time Anle used Yan Guichao. This first-grade sword is quite wide and looks heavy, but in Anle's hands, it is as light as a feather, like an arm.

Perhaps, this is the tacit understanding between the swordsmith and the sword weapon.

An Le started to run, the congenital aura in his dantian shook, blending with the blood in his body, his aura rose steadily.

He needs a quick fix, so there can be no delay.

The tiger-style vision of the ancient demon and five animals!
Qi and blood seemed to be all over his body, intertwined to form a colorful tiger!
The whole person turned into a blood-colored demon tiger running wildly, and slammed into the three hundred soldiers who had piled up heavy shields.

The combat method of the army is different from that of ordinary practitioners. Behind the heavy shield is a spear, which is constantly advancing like a chariot!
Boom!
An Le slammed into it brazenly.

Qi and blood scattered, and the high wall formed by stacked heavy shields sank deeply, but because of the mutual stacking of strength, it withstood An Le's first wave of collision.

It was like a boulder trying to break through the river, but was vaguely washed away by the river current.

An Le's face remained unchanged, he stepped heavily on the nearest shield made of fine iron, and handed out the swallow in his hand, and the thick shield was pierced like tofu in an instant.

The Yuanmeng soldiers behind the armor were also immediately pierced through their heads and lost their lives.

When the raindrops fell, they were blown away by An Le's energy, and then exploded again. One of them faced three hundred armors, took a step back, and smashed out with five fingers and a fist.

It hit the swallow's nest, and the swallow's cry instantly tore it apart!

The light of the sword was like a dragon coming out of the abyss, piercing through the defensive formation erected by the heavy shield, tearing a huge gap!

The six-level man had a knife on his waist, took a big black iron bow, set up a black arrow, and pointed it at the young man who was charging.

Practitioners are indeed extraordinary and refined, but facing the army, they are not easily invincible.

If the practitioners of the eighth realm were here, the three hundred armors would be killed in a short while, and if they were in the nine realms, the three hundred armors would collapse in an instant.

However, the young man in front of him is no more than five realms, with a single face of three hundred armors, in his opinion, he is indeed rampant.

Under the overlapping of military forces, practitioners will be suppressed, and many practitioners are unwilling to face the army directly. That is because under the influence of military formations, military forces, and other unique forces of the army, the strength that practitioners can exert is limited, and one will overcome the other. Long, it is easy to be dragged to death by the army!
"Lay out thirty steps, hide the spear behind the shield, throw the spear to kill!"

"Drag until his energy and blood are exhausted, and his mind is exhausted, and then play a good show of three hundred spears piercing his heart!"

The Yuanmeng garrison commander of the Six Realms bowed his bow, bathed in the rain, and roared ferociously.

The army pierced by Anle instantly changed its formation and formed a large circle to surround Anle.

Yan Guichao roared back, An Le held the sword, raised her hand and tapped it between her eyebrows.

The sword furnace is clanging, and the sword energy is vertical and horizontal.

Yuanshen sits on the heart sword, sitting and forgetting that the Xiaguang is as high as a hundred feet!
The colorful rays of light swept out.

The expression of the bow-bending Sixth Realm changed in horror.

Is he so damn blind?Sitting and forgetting that the glow reaches hundreds of feet? !
And the scene that happened the next moment made his pupils constrict even more, and his whole body was chilled!

An aura rose from An Le's body, like a dragon chant blasting in the ears of every soldier, causing them to fall into a momentary confusion.

Then they saw the sky dragon rising and winding on the boy in white, and an invisible sense of oppression swept over them, making them feel that this boy is invincible when he draws his sword!
"Invincibility?!"

The Commander of the Six Realms was quite knowledgeable, but he was even more astonished when he heard the words.

An Le flexed his fingers, his mind was intertwined, his complexion was calm, neither happy nor sad.

When it comes to fighting, he loves rainy days.

Because for him, rainy days are equivalent to having countless swords.

Every drop of rain is a sword.

The heart sword and sword intent spread, and he tapped his fingers in front of him, and the ripples spread like a calm lake. Inside the raindrops hanging in the air, as if for a moment, an undetectable sword energy was born.

"The sword energy is near."

An Le said.

Sword Qi is close to everything in the world.

Every drop of rain is a sword.

Puff puff!
The rain falls, the sword falls, and the head falls.

The blood instantly stained the ground red, and the smell of blood couldn't dissipate even though it was slapped by the rain.

Dozens of soldiers in the second and third realms surrounding Anle were all decapitated by the raindrops of the sword, and the heads were smashed to the ground like Chinese cabbage that had been split open.

The army array has a tendency to collapse in an instant!

An Le charged forward again, her sword raised like a sword dance.

The sword moves bamboo branches.

It seems that there are green bamboos growing out of the earth, piercing through the body of a Mongolian soldier.

When Yan returned to the nest, a sword chant sounded, and a series of blood beads were brought up on the sword edge. The defeated army formation had never regrouped the army, An Le's pressure was very small, and the killing was very fast.

Zhao Huangting squinted, lying on the young man's back, with a smile on his lips, feeling very peaceful.

An Le used the sword moves taught by the old man to kill the enemy, and his mastery of the sword moves was very skillful, which surprised Zhao Huangting in every possible way.

There were more and more corpses on the ground, and even the regrouped army was less stressed because of the decrease in number.

The two deputy commanders of the fifth realm rushed out quickly under the gaze of the bow-bending commander of the sixth realm.

The Commander of the Six Realms is still bending his bow to seize opportunities!
The two vice-commanders of the five realms came to kill, with blood and mind intertwined. The five realms are not weak, but not every five realms is a genius.

Yan Guichao's Yujian slacked, and was lightly knocked on by Anle, and a sound wave exploded immediately. Under the control of the mind, the rhythm five kills directly blasted half of the body of a deputy commander of the five realms into a bloody mess.

An Le pressed down with an invincible force, and Suiyan returned to the nest and passed by, and a big head shot up into the sky.

Another Five Realm took the opportunity to kill, An Le pulled out Ding Fengbo from his waist, and smashed it fiercely. The power far surpassed that of the Five Realms, plus the dominance of Ding Fengbo, a second-grade magic weapon.

Directly cut off the opponent's weapon, and slashed the wound on the neck by the way, blood gushed out, and An Le made another knife, directly killing the opponent.

It's so easy to kill five realms with five realms?
Since An Le's practice, she has met no ordinary practitioners. Except for Zhu Shan, Luo Qingchen's coachman, who was an ordinary practitioner, the other practitioners can be called geniuses.

But peace and happiness are all winners, even if they are on the list of little saints, they will sing all the way.

Now, with the blessing of invincibility and high-rank weapons against the Dan Wujing of the same level, it is naturally very easy to win.

The commander of the sixth realm was terrified. He knew that this young man who rushed to the battle was one of the best even among the most magnificent geniuses in the Yuanmeng Empire.

This made his heart more and more clouded and uneasy.

However, during the interval between An Le's killing, his eyes narrowed, and when he saw the right opportunity, he shot the arrow immediately.

Time seemed to stand still under an arrow, and every raindrop was pierced and punctured.

This arrow contained the oppression of his mind in the sixth realm, and it was shot with the control of the heaven and blood in the first place, coupled with the right timing, it would be difficult for a practitioner of the fifth realm to avoid it, and it would definitely be pierced.

However, his so-called oppression had absolutely no effect on An Le. An Le glanced at the arrow, flicked it with his fingers, and landed on the arrow body accurately. Yuanmeng soldiers brought up a puff of blood.

An Le looked at the six realms holding the bow. After the first wave, the heart sword re-condensed and pressed down gently with the palm.

In an instant, the surrounding soldiers exploded into bloody flowers again, and their heads fell to the ground one by one.

And Anle was among the bloody flowers that exploded, Yu Jianyan returned to her nest, holding a blood-dropping golden knife to calm the storm, moved her body, smashed into pieces of ice rain, and rushed towards the only one in the Yuanmeng army. The Six Realms!
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When An Le released his energy and rushed to kill the enemy, a wave of extremely tyrannical primordial spirit swept over in an instant.

The sound of piercing through the sky resounded endlessly, and all the strong men who came chasing from the capital of Yuanmeng rushed here at this moment.

However, above the sky, a torrential rain swept through.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain carried the pine sword box on his back, folded his hands on his chest, and stopped these people again.

The box was opened an inch, and the sword light leaped out like a waterfall, and all the three thousand hidden swords came out, as if they were transformed into three thousand figures on the sky.

However, the sixth mountain lord can only stop those nine realms.

Some practitioners of the Yuanmeng Empire in the eighth and seventh realms, the Sixth Mountain Master couldn't stop them.

As for the sixth realm, there is no need for the sixth mountain master to stop it, even though the gap between the sixth realm and the fifth realm is very large, which is a watershed in the cultivation realm.

However, in the face of real geniuses, this watershed is useless.

With the vigor of Anle Xiaosheng singing one after another on the list, coupled with the invincible force gathered by Li Youan, the ordinary sixth level dares to stop Anle...it is no different from seeking death.

You will feel the crushing of real talent.

You will understand that there are really big differences between people.

In this world, on the north bank of the Canglang River, blood and blood were raging endlessly. Ye Longsheng, Zhong Shiji, Di Zang, and Li You'an set off at the same time, and the attack on the Yuanmeng Empire's frontier army did indeed have an effect.

Even if An Le's exposed position and the ignited blood smoke, the armies of all parties have no time to support, only the practitioners of the Yuanmeng Empire scattered in various places are rushing away at high speed.

A rare smile appeared on the stern face of the Sixth Mountain Lord.

Arms crossed his chest, the sword fluttered all over his body, and between the sky and the rain, he pulled open a picture scroll, and the sword energy fluttered in the picture scroll, covering all the nine realms.

In the reeds, a wave of air suddenly passed by, causing the reeds to bend their waists to the sides, making it difficult to straighten up again.

The sound of breaking through the sky resounded one after another, and the raindrops were smashed into misty water vapor one by one.

Although the Ninth Realm powerhouses were stopped by the Sixth Mountain Master, there were still many practitioners from the Eighth and Seventh Realms rushing to chase them.

When they felt that they were in the barracks, the thick blood in the air had not dissipated.

The three hundred empires of the Yuan and Mongolian Empires fell apart and were all slaughtered.

The blood was intertwined and flowed in a meandering manner, almost like a small river.

The two practitioners of the eight realms walked past the corpses step by step with gloomy faces.

In the end, they stopped in front of a headless corpse kneeling on the ground with both legs. The headless corpse was none other than the leader of the 300-man garrisoned team.

A six-realm practitioner who forged his body and stepped into the realm of contemplating the sea of ​​qi.

"Carrying the burden of losing his cultivation base, he broke through three hundred armors with a five-level cultivation base, and even crossed the border and killed a six-level..."

Even the two practitioners of the eight realms felt their hearts sink.

Even if they were in the five realms, they would not be able to do this at all.

A hundred people form an army, and the army formed by three hundred armors, the army formed by it, under the leadership of a commander of the sixth realm, is not weaker than the combat power of a practitioner of the seventh realm.

But, that An Le... not to mention the burden, and directly broke the three hundred armors.

Many cultivators looked at each other with deep shock in their eyes. Suddenly, they moved their bodies and landed on the bank of the river.

It can be seen that on the turbulent river, there is a small boat, breaking through the huge waves that are constantly beating, and sailing towards the other side of the river.

On the small boat, they saw a man in white clothes with a sword, the white clothes were stained with blood, facing the wind in the river, looking at them calmly.

In the sky above the boy's head, there is a sky dragon transformed from a white air machine, entrenched and roaring.

Many powerhouses in the Yuanmeng Empire were silent, and the two eight-level cultivators looked cold, and even had an urge to chase after the waves and capture the white-clothed boy.

However, reason quickly overcame this impulse.

"Forget it, such a genius is not guaranteed to have a trump card that we can't figure out. He will chase and kill against the evil in the Canglang River. It will be ridiculous if he is killed by a trap."

"Geniuses should still be hunted by the geniuses of our empire's falcon list. Talents at the top of the falcon list, such as Tie Lie, Wotai, Tuzhen, and Burch, should look forward to hunting this person."

The Falcon List, that was the list that the Yuan Meng Empire had been on since it was galloping on the grasslands.

Geniuses under the age of 30 are all on the list, and now, with Emperor Yuanmeng refining the dragon veins of the Middle Earth, the power of the dragon veins and the national fortune of the Yuanmeng Empire are feeding back these geniuses. Having stepped into the Double Seven Realm, he is no weaker than some older practitioners.

It is also the reason why practitioners of Yuanmeng Empire gradually looked down on Dazhao, Xiliang and Dali.

In terms of genius inheritance, the three kingdoms of Dazhao, Xiliang, and Dali combined are not as good as the Yuanmeng Empire.

"In the past, the geniuses of our Yuanmeng Empire were not qualified to compete for the position of the Lord of the Holy Mountain, but now it is different. With His Majesty refining the Dragon Veins of the Middle Earth, now the seventh mountain of the Holy Mountain will be opened, and the falcons of our Yuanmeng Empire The geniuses on the list finally have the opportunity to compete for the position of the seventh mountain lord."

"The Holy Mountain will also be conquered by us!"

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The river beat against the boat, while the rain hit the eaves of the boat, making a clattering sound.

This not-so-large boat was the only boat found from that tent.

After killing the commander of the six realms, An Le took advantage of the opportunity to find him, and directly carried the boat into the Canglang River.

It will be easier to cross the river with a boat, unless one is a strong man of the Nine Realms, who can ignore the terrifying evil at the bottom of the river and easily ride the waves.

When Zhao Huangting went north to cross the river earlier, he stepped on a bullfighter and broke through the waves.

With Anle, the speed is extremely fast.

At that time, Zhao Huangting ignited Nirvana, and his cultivation base climbed to the extreme, almost stepping into the ten realms, and he naturally crossed the river easily.

But now when crossing the south of the Yangtze River, it is difficult to be as chic as that.

The boat is under him, which isolates the oppression and suction brought by the Canglang River, making Anle fall into a rare relaxation.

Sitting in the cabin, Zhao Huangting looked at the endless rushing river, the river water slapping on the deck of the boat and splashing on the deck, with some joy in his eyes.

He looked at the blood-stained white clothes standing on the deck leaning on a sword, and his face couldn't help but soften a lot.

In the distance, qi and blood are raging, and there are terrifying powerhouses confronting each other. Even if they are far away, they can hear the sound of war drums floating in the river wind.

"That's Ye Longsheng, Zhong Shiji and the others who started the war and provided cover for you to prevent the navy of the Yuanmeng Empire from arresting you."

Zhao Huangting said softly.

An Le nodded, but she guessed everything.

Otherwise, when the smoke of qi and blood rises here, all the strong men stationed in the Yuanmeng Empire should rush to come.

And the reason why he didn't come over was naturally because he was restrained.

Ye Longsheng should have known his location in advance, perhaps because of the secret message from the sixth mountain lord, the battlefield has never affected this place.

An Le knew that the root cause of his smooth return to the south this time was the help of many top experts.

The sixth mountain lord restrained many Nine Realms rushing from the capital of Yuanmeng, Ye Longsheng, a peerless military general such as Zhongshiji, was brazenly attacking, and he was also a strong man in the army who restrained the main Yuanmeng side.

The only way is to allow him to enter the river easily.

"Of course, there is another reason. Because the Emperor Yuanmeng didn't kill you, the strong men of the Yuanmeng Empire preconceived to follow the will of the Yuanmeng Emperor, and even thought that geniuses like you should be reserved for Yuanmeng. It is more meaningful to kill the geniuses on the Falcon list."

Zhao Huangting laughed.

"Falcon list?"

Anle's blood was transpiring, causing the rain and river water to evaporate into steam.

He stepped into the cabin and looked at Zhao Huangting suspiciously.

"It's like Dali has a list of stars, Xiliang has a list of kills, and Dazhao has a list of minor saints... Yuanmeng also has a division for geniuses under the age of 30, and Yuanmeng's Falcon list is the same. However, these years, Yuanmeng The geniuses of the empire have been fed back by the dragon veins of Zhongtu and the increasingly powerful national fortune of Yuanmeng, and their cultivation and talent have become stronger and stronger."

Zhao Huangting's voice was low, with some emotion.

An Le nodded, but didn't care too much.

He hasn't reached the top of the Little Saint Ranking yet, so naturally he doesn't have much interest in paying attention to the Falcon Ranking.

"You should meet soon, the seventh mountain is about to open, and there will be many geniuses on the Falcon List..."

Zhao Huangting took a breath and said softly.

An Le smiled, sat cross-legged in the cabin, and gave Zhao Huangting a ray of innate spiritual energy, while dispelling the chill, it allowed Zhao Huangting to maintain his energy.

The cabin quickly fell silent.

Zhao Huangting leaned against the cabin, closed his eyes and enjoyed a moment of peace.

An Le let out a mouthful of turbid air and began to sort out the air of time.

Having just faced the [-] Armies of the Yuanmeng Barracks, An Le extracted a wave of Time Qi before starting the battle, and obtained thirty wisps of Time Qi.

It's a pity that there is no golden years.

On the contrary, three days ago, Emperor Yuanmeng got a ray of golden age, and An Le has never observed it until now.

Because he was worried that he would be caught by the strong men of the Nine Realms of the Yuanmeng Empire if he would cause fluctuations by watching the golden years.

But now that he was on the Canglang River, An Le felt relieved.

Start to observe the ray of golden years that you have learned from Emperor Yuanmeng.

However, soon, he opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

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The boat sailed through the waves.

Because of the heavy rain, the fog on the river became thicker and thicker.

Suddenly, one after another black shadow twisted and appeared in the thick fog covering the river, but one after another ship's prows were engraved with ferocious ghosts, like boats galloping out of hell and yellow springs, breaking through the thick fog, Break through the river waves.

With ghost crying and strong blood.

Speeding towards the small boat where An Le is, slowly approaching!
On the leading evil ghost boat, Tong Diaosi was wrapped in a black robe, with his hands hidden in his sleeve pockets.

Squinting, staring at the small boat floating in the river, expressionless.

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