Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 176 The Anle of massacres, the power of land immortals, beheading the left and right generals! 【Ask monthly ticket】

The old Juggernaut is willing to take Anle to Lin'an himself.

As a Ten Realm Land Immortal, he would not make a move easily, and since he is willing to make a move, there should be few people in the huge Lin'an who can stop his actions.

An Le's eyes fluctuated slightly. He didn't refuse the old sword master's overtures and good intentions. In fact, he didn't need to refuse. The Juggernaut and the Zhao Dynasty seem to be at odds.

Although it is an internal force of the Great Zhao Dynasty, it has never obeyed the command of the Great Zhao Emperor, and because of his existence, Jinguan City is completely isolated from the Great Zhao Dynasty.

The officials of Jinguan City are basically selected by the Jianchi Palace themselves, and are not assigned by the Zhao Dynasty.

Of course, there is a factor in this that the emperor of Zhao showed his favor to the old sword master, but in the final analysis, it is because the old sword master's cultivation base is too strong, and the ten-level land immortal... is enough to look down upon the world.

As soon as Emperor Yuanmeng broke through to the Double Ten Realm, the emperor of the Zhao family immediately chose to move south, and it was precisely because of this southward move that the Great Zhao Dynasty was far away from the middle land, losing control and blessing of the dragon veins.

At the same time, it also led to the support of Jianchi Palace, Zhenwu Temple, Ganye Temple, Lanke Temple and other powerful and long-standing Jianghu forces, and the ten realms of those forces were extremely disappointed because of this.

In order to improve oneself, apart from one's own talent, one of the other things that the Tenth Realm needs is to rely on the fortune of the dynasty.

If you don't control the dragon veins, you will lose most of your luck, and the fortune of the country will decline. Naturally, the ten-level powerhouse will be disappointed and resentful about this.

Not even daring to fight a single battle, he directly ordered to evacuate and move to the south, and hand over the great land, rivers and mountains.

It's no wonder that these ten-level powerhouses have a good temper.

Although Emperor Yuanmeng was very talented, it was not as easy as he imagined to improve vertically and horizontally in the ten realms. However, with the migration of Dazhao to the south, Emperor Yuanmeng controlled the dragon veins. During these 500 years, little by little Completed the refining of the eight dragon veins.

Today, his cultivation has reached an unfathomable state!
All of this...is the Great Zhao Emperor's own fault, and it's all the wrong order to move south, which led to a great change in the world situation.

Therefore, the old sword sage did not have a good impression of Zhao Tianyan, the emperor of Zhao who ordered to move south.

Old Sword Saint Mai Feiyang raised his hand and tapped lightly.

The Yingying Sword at the waist suddenly flitted, turning into a sword light that flashed in mid-air, and tapped again, and the Yingying Sword actually had a sword light split into two, wrapping around Anle's body.

"Chengying Sword is a first-grade sword. Although it is an ancient sword, it has been passed down for thousands of years, but it has not been eliminated by the world. It is because of the rank of Chengying Sword that it is a sword that is really close to the treasure."

"Chengying sword is not just a sword. It contains two swords of light and night training. The three swords are combined into one, which is called Chengying. If there is a chance, I can show you the style of this ancient sword."

The old sword master said with a smile.

An Le was entwined by the light of the sword, and with the green mountain of the sword on his waist, he cupped his fists and bowed to the old sword master.

"Then it will trouble the seniors."

"Don't worry, the old man in Lin'an also planned to go for a walk. Zhao Huangting died, and the old man's apprentice... should go back to Jianchi Palace. However, if Lin'an is to go, the old man has to go to the Lishan Mausoleum in the North to fight for it." Let's fight for the chance to break through the eleventh realm, which is extremely illusory."

The old sword master said.

An Le nodded, naturally understanding this.

The sword light fluttered, engulfing the bodies of An Le and the old Sword Master, and flew away in an instant, turning into two long rainbows between the sky and the earth in an instant.

That speed was far beyond what An Le could imagine.

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Jiangling Fucheng, above.

Zhao Xi, King of Jiangling in a Confucian shirt, floated in the air with his hands behind his back, with a strange look in his eyes, looking at the sword aura Changhong that seemed to divide the blue sky into two, and feeling the tenacious power contained in the sword aura. Ambient air machine.

King Jiangling couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly: "As soon as I arrived at Jinguan City, I left again, and I left with the old sword master Peimin... Where are we going? The chance to go north to the tomb of the First Emperor ?”

"That's not right, let's not talk about the direction the two are going. It's not the north. With An Le's current cultivation, he is not qualified to enter the Mausoleum of the First Emperor to compete, even if he holds the sword of the First Emperor... that's not right Possibly, those who go will only die."

"With Anle's current status, he really dared to enter the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. All forces would want to kill him. Whether it was Yuan Meng, Dali or Da Zhao, they would all choose to kill Anle. Uncle Yan Tong, the first mountain master, calls it the existence of variables."

"As for Xiliang, let alone, Li Youan's Flying Tiger Army killed two Hades. This enmity is inseparable from Anle. If Anle really dares to go to the mausoleum, the governor of Hell Palace, together with Xiliang Emperor Gu Baijing , will definitely kill An Le with all their strength."

"Thus, anyone can fight for the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, but Anle's death is inevitable."

King Jiangling raised his cheeks, and a smile hung on the corner of his lips.

Even if he went with the old sword master Pei Min, the old sword master would not be able to protect An Le alone, let alone seize the opportunity, how to seize the opportunity with a burden.

Therefore, An Le and the old sword master should not be going to Mount Li.

After working so hard to move the Seventh Mountain to Jinguan City, he was full and left again. Could it be that he returned to Lin'an?
King Jiangling's eyes flickered, and he suddenly felt that there might be such a possibility.

Suddenly.

Between the sky and the earth, a pitch-black arrow shot out.

The arrow flitted into his hand, and when he pinched it between two fingers, it stopped, flying the arrow to pass the letter.

There was a wave of primordial spirit on the arrow, King Jiangling's mind moved, and he was summoned.

"So... Zhao Huangting is dead."

"It seems that this son is really going to Lin'an."

"It's interesting. My brother will definitely set up a net in Lin'an to wait for An Le. In the end, An Le brought the ten-level old sword master from Jianchi Palace to go."

"With my imperial brother's cowardly temper...do you still dare to kill An Le?"

"There is excitement to watch."

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There is rain in Lin'an, light rain is hazy.

The death of the old emperor's uncle did not cause much shock to Lin'an as a whole. In such a huge Lin'an, what should happen is still what it should be.

The flower boats on the West Lake are swaying, and the singing and dancing in Linhua Pavilion are still there.

Grief is not shared between people.

Even, because of the order issued by Emperor Dazhao, the entire Qingbo Street, and even the entire Taimiao Lane, were filled with hidden practitioners.

In the imperial temple, plain onyx was flying.

With the help of Fourth Master Lin, Su Muzhe arranged Zhao Huangting's funeral, and even invited the abbot monk of Lanke Temple to chant the Sutra of Rebirth and save Zhao Huangting's soul.

As for the situation outside the Ancestral Temple, Su Muzhe and Fourth Master Lin both sensed it. There are too many strong men entrenched and hidden. It is impossible for so many strong men to sense it with their nine-level cultivation base. less than.

Su Mu covered himself in plain onyx, squatting on the ground, and placed a memorial tablet in the middle of the Taimiao. The former temple guard has now become a spiritual tablet in the temple. It has to be said that this is a kind of irony.

Su Muzhe's face was stern, her whole body was filled with sadness, she didn't cry anymore, even when Zhao Huangting was dying, she still felt heartache, but when Zhao Huangting died, Su Muzhe understood that she wanted to carry Zhao Huangting's dying entrustment.

To do what Zhao Huangting has never done, set foot on the tenth realm and see the scenery of the tenth realm for Zhao Huangting.

"At least ten practitioners of the Nine Realms are hiding around, Su Qingke from Dali Temple, Song Ci from Heiya, the left and right generals of the Jinwu Guard, and Liu Guanshi..."

"Especially Liu Guanshi of the Shangzhu Kingdom, whose cultivation base is extremely powerful, and he is a figure comparable to Ye Longsheng and Zhong Shi. With so many people besieging the Taimiao, it doesn't look like they are coming to worship."

Lin Siye was dressed in plain clothes, with an ax pinned to his waist, and he slowly put it back into his senses, a hint of anger could not help but appear on his face.

"So many strong men are staring at the Taimiao, just to wait for Anle to throw themselves into the net."

"What the emperor of the Zhao family has done is truly beyond words, but one can imagine that even his own son can be used as a sacrifice. How can the death of the old emperor's uncle arouse his sadness and compassion?"

Su Muzhe slowly threw paper money one after another into the brazier, and the flame burned, burning the paper money to ashes, with longing for the old people.

"The old emperor's uncle has been thinking about the great Zhao for so many years. He paid the price of his own future and personally blocked the Yuanmeng emperor. Now, after his death, the emperor of the Zhao family came to express his condolences. Fishing for death, wanting to fish for happiness, getting rid of it and then quickly, such behavior is really irritating."

Fourth Master Lin was furious.

Su Muzhe didn't say much, but silently burned the paper money.

Fourth Master Lin sighed lightly: "Will Anle...will come?"

Su Muzhe shook his head: "I don't know."

"Whether you come or not is actually quite uncomfortable. If you come, you will fall into Zhao Tianyan's trap. If you don't come... the emperor of the Zhao family will use this to claim Anle's coolness. We people say we don't care. My heart is really a little lumpy." Lin Siye's eyes were full of complexities.

Such a choice requires courage and courage.

However, Fourth Master Lin suddenly remembered what An Le had said when he had a conversation with him.

returning a Favour many times more.

Think of the boy's face.

A little determination suddenly appeared in Lin Siye's eyes: "I know..."

"Anle will definitely come."

Su Muzhe didn't care. Whether An Le came or not had little effect on her, and it couldn't change the fact of Zhao Huangting's death.

However, if An Le really came...

Today, Su Muzhe might want to play wild...

Massacre!
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Outside Lin'an Mansion, two sword lights intertwined, tearing the cloud vault.

Dusk clouds and mist, Fang Yu started falling.

In less than two hours, the old sword sage controlled the sword with all his strength, and took An Le directly from Jinguan City to Lin'an Mansion. The speed was really very fast.

Lin'an, who just left early this morning, is now back again.

An Le's body was surrounded by the sword light of Xiaolian's sword, suspended above the sky, and the sword energy formed a barrier around him, helping to block the invasion of rain, wind and waves.

The two of them were suspended in the air, and they could see Lin'an City in the misty rain.

This city, which carries many memories of An Le, appears in front of An Le again like a woman whose veil has been removed.

However, this city is now a city full of sadness.

Zhao Huangting didn't come to see him off, but he didn't want him to come to An'an. Zhao Huangting knew very well the temperament of the emperor of the Zhao family, and there was a Qin Lishi at the side to make suggestions.

Therefore, Zhao Huangting told Su Muzhe not to tell Anle before he died.

But I never thought that the bamboo sword and the green mountain had a sense, and his death would touch the green mountain sword. Anle left Lin'an in the morning sun, and returned to this city again in the evening rain.

"Lin'an was originally a romantic city in the south of the Yangtze River. There are many merchants in the south of the Yangtze River, advocating economy and enjoyment. The emperor of the Zhao family moved here to the south and set his capital in Lin'an. The ethos has penetrated into the bones of the nobles of the family, and this city, which should have been so gorgeous and intoxicating, is full of disgusting decay."

The old sword saint is dressed in sackcloth, with a deep breath and seems to blend with the heaven and the earth.

He looked at Lin'an City, his eyes were full of complexities and emotions.

"Actually, whether it is rotten or not has anything to do with a city? More relationship comes from people. If people are rotten, the city will naturally rot."

"However, the decay of a city can actually be changed. As long as the people who caused the corruption are washed away, the city is still a city, and it can stand for thousands of years without changing, and it can stand for thousands of years without falling down."

An Le said softly.

The eyes of the old sword master fluctuated, and he praised An Le's words.

There are people who have a city, and the nature of the city is closely related to people. It is people who change the city, not the city that affects people. The city is innocent.

"So, do you want to cleanse the city?" the old Juggernaut asked with a smile.

An Le nodded: "If I have a chance, I will clean it."

"West Lake is beautiful, and so is this city. Its beauty should not be polluted by filth and decay."

"Senior, you don't want to enter the city for the time being. I will go to the Taimiao first, and see how many strong men the emperor of the Zhao family has dispatched this time. After the strong men make a move, senior will lower the thunder pressure."

"Today, anyone who stops me will die."

An Le said softly.

With gentle words, he spoke of a murderous plan.

The old sword master's eyes moved slightly. He felt the faint murderous intent spreading from An Le's body.

And the emperor of the Zhao family used Zhao Huangting to plot against him, making An Le's heart surge with anger. It was a kind of anger... even more angry than insulting himself.

The anger needs to be vented, Lin'an today...doomed to bleed.

But so what?
The entire Jianchi Palace is betting on Anle, and Anle has created a practice method such as the Merging Art, which is enough to revive the Jianchi Palace. Naturally, all the old sword master can do is to pamper him.

The old sword master stroked his beard, knowing what An Le was thinking, and said with a smile, "Okay."

An Le cupped his fists and bowed, Sui Xiao practiced his sword and wrapped his body, falling towards the city below.

On the official road, there was a torrential rain.

Jian Guang tore through the rainstorm, like a curtain.

An Le landed on the muddy official road, and the weeds beside the road were beaten up by the heavy rain.

The sword qi on An Le's body slowly subsided, and his white clothes were like snow, intertwined with blood and qi, forming a misty passport around his body, blocking all the rain.

After the old sword master's Xiaolian sword fell to the ground in An Le, it directly turned into a shadow and disappeared without a trace, as if it was attached to the green mountain of the bamboo sword, soundlessly.

This sword seems to be a shadow, Xiaolian, Hanguang and Chengying, the three swords are originally a sword, which can be switched at will by the old sword master.

The soles of the feet stepped on the ground, and the accumulated water splashed apart.

An Le looked at Lin'an City, with a bamboo sword and green hills on his waist, and walked step by step towards the misty city.

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The guards in Lin'an City are not very strict today, and the deployment of troops seems to be much less.

It seems to be deliberately emptying the gatekeepers to let people enter the city.

However, what should be done is still to be done, so a seven-level military general and a seven-level civil servant from the refining god and Xiaoyao state were sent to guard the city tower.

On the four-cornered eaves towers, the rain fell like a curtain of water, weaving in front of their eyes.

The military generals of the Seventh Realm picked the top leader, and they didn't even take the guards to patrol. Instead, they played chess with the civil servants of the Seventh Realm in the tower.

Sandalwood is faint, this place should be serious and cautious, but today it is quiet and scary.

"Brother Liu, this is the first time that Lin'an City's guards are so loose."

"Will such an attitude be too obvious, even a little provocative..."

The general looked at the civil servant opposite, with a bit of caution in his voice.

In Lin'an, civil servants with the same official rank are more noble than military officials. Even if they are both guards in front of the city gate, this civil servant is still higher than him in terms of status. Many of his orders need to be obeyed by this person. .

There are supervisors and Diao Temple in the military camp, not to mention the guards in front of the tower.

"The relaxation of the city guard is to give the world-renowned Mr. An a chance and courage to enter the city."

"The relationship between Mr. An and the old uncle is very good. It is rumored that they are old friends. Now His Majesty is very afraid of this Mr. An. He wants to get rid of him quickly and use the death of the old uncle to set up a net. If An Le dares to enter Lin’an, I’m afraid it’s impossible to escape, and even be executed on the spot.”

"However, you and I can't do nothing. If An Le dares to come, he has to force him. Otherwise, he will simply retreat, and His Majesty will definitely question us."

A civil official surnamed Liu said.

On the military officer's face, there was a flattering look on the military officer's face: "Everything is according to Mr. Liu."

Suddenly, the movement of the two players paused, and they looked at each other, and the two walked out of the tower directly against the rain.

The armored general slowly twitched the long knife on the table, and the long knife was unsheathed, and the sound of friction between the blade and the scabbard was full of determination.

"coming."

The general said softly.

The Qi and blood of the Seven Realms vibrated, and a mountain of blood loomed on his back.

"You really dare to come, this Mr. An... really values ​​love and righteousness, and is a wonderful person."

"It's a pity, if you take the wrong path, if you take a wrong step, you will make a wrong step."

"Today, this Lin'an city is probably going to become the burial ground of everyone in An's family."

The civil servant wore a splendid official robe, put on an official hat, slowly opened the oiled paper umbrella, and followed the general.

"According to His Majesty's will, stop him for a while, but you can let him go after a while, just make a gesture, force him to do something, force him to enter the city of Lin'an, then you can stop, and then you can commit a serious crime of attacking a court official .”

The official said with a smile.

The military commander glanced at the civil servants, but he said nothing. Regarding the methods and routines of these civil servants, and their grasp of the twists and turns in the officialdom, the military generals were no match for these people.

Just do it.

He turned around and went down the tower. The raindrops falling from the sky fell on his armor, splashing and splashing.

On the official road outside Lin'an City, in the drizzle, a figure in white clothes intertwined with qi and blood separated the rain. There seemed to be a faint shadow of a golden lotus between his brows. And to.

The blue-gray city gate bricks, under the washing of the rain, have much less mottled traces, and the color has become deeper.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, inside the door opening, a military general in iron armor, leading a team of a hundred people, stopped inside the door opening. He leaned on a knife, squinted his eyes, and stared at An Le.

An Le walked step by step, not even seeing the general in his eyes.

As he got closer and closer to Lin'an City, he seemed to have heard the voice of the scriptures of the past life chanted by the monks of Lanke Temple.

"The comer stops."

The general leaned on a long knife and said lightly.

Since he wanted to hinder An Le, he had to put on a posture.

However, An Le still didn't stop. Facing the generals blocking the way in the Seven Realms and the 100-man defense team, An Le stepped straight into the doorway.

On the city tower, civil servants hold oil-paper umbrellas and wear official robes.

He was suddenly a little puzzled, because he found that there was no sound in the door opening. He frowned slightly, held an umbrella, and turned down from the tower lightly, and landed in front of the door opening.

Turning around slowly, the oil-paper umbrella in his hand was hard to hold, and fell directly to the ground.

Inside the doorway, corpses lie lying around. The general of the seventh realm was pierced through the heart by his own long knife and nailed to the wall of the doorway.

As for the [-]-man guarding squad, they were all composed of practitioners in the third and fourth realms, as well as the army guarding the city.

However, at this moment, these team members all died.

The blood flowed crookedly on the ground, and the pungent smell, even the torrential rain, was hard to wash away.

The general of the Seventh Realm...leading the [-]-man defense team, was killed in an instant?

An Le, dressed in white, Shengxue, gave the civil servant an indifferent look.

Stepping down with one step, Qi and blood intertwined, like a shock wave pouring out from the door opening.

This civil servant of the seventh level, his hairs stand on end, the sun shines in the Niwan Palace between his brows, and the soul jumps out...

However, before he even had time to react, An Le had already appeared by his side, grasping and clasping his five fingers, holding down his head, and smashing it hard to the ground.

Even the primordial spirit with the seven realms was instantly shattered by the impact.

An Le got up, her white clothes were not stained with blood or raindrops, and continued to walk towards the long street. The water under her feet burst up, like lotus blossoms circling.

And behind the city gate.

The civil servants who fell on the ground had already had a bloody head, their souls were dead, and they had no vitality.

At this moment, the An Le who set foot in Lin'an City definitely did not bring any warm greetings. He will kill anyone who stops him during his trip.

Even Tie Lie, who was at the peak of the Seven Realms, was killed by An Le, and now An Le, who has melted mountains and rivers into his spine, has greatly improved his combat power.

In front of him, the ordinary seven realms are basically instant kills, not to mention that it is easier to kill a god-refining civilian officer who is physically weak than a military officer.

Taotao's bloody aura filled the front of the city gate, and the blood was soaked in red with the rainwater flowing from it.

On the city floor.

The city guards who had never participated in this battle were trembling, full of fear.

According to rumors, Mr. An has a gentle temper and is kind to others... He is also merciless when it comes to killing people. Everyone has the intention to kill, but it's not time to kill.

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Tianxuan Palace.

Inside the palace, Qin Lishi and the emperor of the Zhao family waited peacefully.

When An Le's energy was released outside Lin'an City, the emperor of the Zhao family narrowed his eyes: "It's really coming, really dare to come!"

"It came so fast, the news from us should not have spread, and this son rushed to Lin'an when he got the news?"

"What kind of place is this treating Lin'an City as if you want to come and leave?"

There was a hint of coldness and anger in the eyes of the emperor of the Zhao family.

The last time, the scene of An Le directly crucifying the second prince Zhao Pei at the gate of the city is still vivid in my memory. The teacher's qualifications made him dare not take any action against An Le, and he could only watch An Le stepping into Lin'an swaggeringly.

And this time...

Anle is here again.

This son really doesn't have the slightest awe of Lin'an, he doesn't have the slightest awe of him!
"Dare to come, let's stay this time!"

The emperor of the Zhao family sat on the throne, and cast his eyes on the Qin Lishi below: "As soon as An Le set foot on Qingbo Street, he will send someone to take An Le into custody in Dali Temple on the charge of attacking and killing the city guards."

When Qin Lishi heard the words, he couldn't help clasping his fists and bowing: "Obey."

After the words fell, Qin Lishi's figure left the palace gracefully.

In Tianxuan Palace, the emperor of the Zhao family slapped the emperor's handguard with a slap, his murderous intentions boiled, and his aura surged.

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In Taimiao Alley.

Su Muzhe's eyes trembled slightly, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the gate of Lin'an City, his eyes were full of splendor.

"An Le is here."

Su Mushi's cold face was slightly moved.

An Le really came, and she couldn't help but feel a little moved, Zhao Huangting didn't want An Le to come, that's because entering Lin'an now, for An Le, it was tantamount to entering a desperate situation.

An Le would obviously know this too, but he still came anyway, just for this point alone, even if Su Muzhe tried everything today, he would let An Le finish worshiping Zhao Huangting safely and leave Lin'an safely!

Fourth Master Lin laughed, he really saw the right person, he speculated that An Le would definitely come, and sure enough, he did.

"A boy who values ​​love and righteousness is worthy of being the younger generation that my sister-in-law valued so much."

Fourth Master Lin stood up and took off the ax pinned to his waist. There was an embroidery needle-like pendant around his neck. He took it off abruptly, and the embroidery needle began to grow longer and thicker, and finally turned into a stick. Silver spear.

Turn around and leave the Taimiao.

On Qingbo Street.

The raindrops hit the ground, circling the accumulated water on the ground.

An Le walked step by step, and saw the Taimiao with plain onyx floating in the distance, his face fluctuated slightly, and his hand fell on the green mountain of the bamboo sword at his waist.

"Your Majesty has an order. Anle will attack and kill the imperial court officials who defend the city, and they will be arrested and sent to prison!"

Suddenly, Zi Yi Diao Temple floated in the distance, his face was full of seriousness, conveying the words of the person in the palace.

Following the words from Diao Temple, they echoed in the sky above Qingbo Street.

Around Qingbo Street, the breath of one strong man after another was released.

The sound of dense footsteps resounded, and teams of Jinwu Guards, Dali Temple Tigers, Heiya Detectives, etc. rushed out of the intricate alleys on both sides of Qingbo Street.

An invisible army intertwined and formed, engulfing the sky!

An Le glanced calmly, there were troops besieging him in all directions, and in just a moment, the encirclement was completely blocked.

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom walked out slowly, wearing a simple brocade suit, he did not put on his armor, because he felt that putting on armor in front of the old emperor's uncle's mourning hall was very impolite and an insult to the old emperor's uncle.

The left and right generals of the Jinwu Guard did not have such concerns. They were covered with armor, and there was a bit of coldness and fiery intent in their eyes.

In addition to following the Zhao family's emperor's order, the benefits brought by killing An Le also made these two strong men who had just entered the ninth realm feel agitated in their hearts.

Su Qingke, Qingke of Dali Temple, and Song Ci, the head of the black yamen, both of them are also of good cultivation.

In addition, there are guest ministers and staff who came out of Qin Xiangfu.

Almost all the most powerful forces in the entire Lin'an Mansion were mobilized at this moment, in order to catch An Le who had cast himself into the net.

On the tower of Wanghu Lake in the distance.

Prince Zhao Shenyan was sitting on a chair, sipping fragrant tea, staring at Zheng Feng on Qingbo Street, with amazement in his eyes, followed by deep fear and killing intent.

An Le must die.

The emperor of the Zhao family was afraid of An Le, and the crown prince was also afraid of An Le.

The emperor of the Zhao family has now lost his heart sword and has failed to continue his life. The one who will inherit the throne of Da Zhao in the future will be Zhao Shenyan. Therefore, An Le's threat to him is also huge.

Even... An Le solved his rival, the second prince Zhao Pei, but the prince didn't care about this at all, or he deliberately forgot about it to increase his fear of An Le.

Zhao Shenyan drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

He admired An Le's courage, but he wanted to take a good look at how An Le dealt with this overwhelming situation.

On Qingbo Street, An Le looked at these people calmly, and finally, his eyes fell on Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom and Su Qingke, Minister of Dali Temple.

"You two, can I talk about it after paying homage to Senior Zhao?"

An Le held the bamboo sword Qingshan and said softly.

Su Qingke's eyes fluctuated, and his eyes were full of complex colors. He glanced at An Le, and then at Liu Guanshi.

A look of guilt flashed across the face of Shangzhu Kingdom Liu Guanshi. He raised the spear in his hand and shook his head: "No."

This was the order of the emperor of the Zhao family, and besides, Zhao Huangting's mourning hall was arranged in the Taimiao, how could An Le, a traitor, be allowed to enter and worship?

Liu Guanshi still upholds this concept, so he rejects Anle.

Dali Temple Minister Su Qingke also shook his head helplessly.

"What's the point of talking so much nonsense, capture this son and take him into custody in Dali Temple, all problems will not be a problem."

The generals of the left and right Jinwu Guards said coldly.

This time, Zhao Huangting, who did not ignite Nirvana, helped Anle.

This time, with no holy mountain as a backing point, it is no longer a situation where no one dares to touch An Le.

This time... An Le is still alive? !
"kill!"

The generals of the Jinwu Guard on the left and right shouted together, and then the two of the nine realms shot at the same time, the majestic coercion of the nine realms intertwined and filled the air, making the raindrops falling all over the sky seem to slow down a lot!

Su Qingke and Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom fell silent, looked at each other, and did not make a move.

In their view, An Le came here alone, which was really arrogant.

When the identity of the Lord of the Holy Mountain has no deterrent effect, An Le is nothing more than a double-sixth-level practitioner. Maybe he is a top-notch Tianjiao with outstanding combat power, but it is impossible to fight against the ninth-level with a sixth-level cultivation. Of course it's impossible!
Therefore, they admired Anle's courage, and they would sacrifice their lives to worship Zhao Huangting's friendship for Anle, but they had to doubt Anle's arrogance.

In Taimiao.

Su Muzhe flitted out in an instant, her eyebrows opened and closed, and a palace with sword aura emerged, and densely packed sword weapons were hung in the palace.

In an instant, the sword weapons rushed out like a river in the sky!

"Dayan Sword Formation!"

Su Mu covered his voice.

"Today, to hurt Anle, I will kill in Lin'an!"

The swords are intertwined, densely hung, clanging and colliding, and the bright sounds are intertwined endlessly!

An invisible sword intent oppressed, and swept away like a mountain overturning in an instant.

Under such pressure, the blue bricks on the ground of Qingbo Street were densely covered with cracks, which spread and intertwined bit by bit.

Su Muzhe, the lord of Jianchi Palace, still has the deterrent power, but when her Dayan Sword Formation appeared, her complexion changed slightly, because the entire Lin'an City's protective formation was mobilized, one after another The primordial spirit of the eight-level and seven-level god-refining powerhouse rushed into the sky.

In the protective formation, the combat power of any hostile cultivators will be weakened by a few points.

The power of Su Muzhe's Dayan Sword Formation was weakened a bit.

The old Duke of the Wang family took a step forward, his blood surging. In addition, the Sima family also walked out of a strong man of the Nine Realms, and together with the old Duke of the Wang family, he fought against the Dayan Sword Formation!

However, even in the capital city of Lin'an, the Dayan Sword Formation suppressed by the protective formation of a country's imperial capital, after some collisions, the old Duke and the Sima family's nine realms still flew out with blood, and the facial expressions It was full of horror.

The lord of the Sword Pond Palace is indistinct, and his reputation is not prominent among many forces in the Jianghu, but the power of the Dayan Sword Formation is outrageously powerful!
Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu State took action, he could not allow Su Muzhe to wreak havoc in Lin'an City.

Zhao Huangting's death had already stimulated Su Muzhe, coupled with the unfair treatment of Zhao Huangting by the Zhao royal family, Su Muzhe broke out completely at this moment, and the woman went crazy, so he really wouldn't save much reason.

After all, Liu Guanshi of the Shangzhu Kingdom is a top expert in the Double Nine Realm, coupled with the military blessing formed by the thousands of soldiers under his command who surrounded Lin'an City, he actually blocked the Dayan Sword Formation.

On the other side, Fourth Master Lin threw out a long spear and rushed out, full of fighting spirit.

Su Qingke, Qingke of Dali Temple, and Song Ci, the owner of the black yamen, worked together, and they easily suppressed Lin Siye, who had just entered the Ninth Realm. The combination of the two.

In the academy.

A faint sigh.

Zhu Huoxi, the senior master of the Academy of Arts, stepped out with his Confucian shirt flying, but was stopped by the second master Pang Ji.

"Master, you and I haven't fought against each other for a long time, why don't we exchange ideas today?"

The second master Pang Ji hunched his back, looked at the senior master Zhu Huoxi, and said calmly.

The doctor Zhu Huoxi looked at Pang Ji calmly: "You have been in charge of the Academy of Arts all these years, and you have forgotten even the most basic etiquette. Zhao Huangting and An Le are both teachers and friends. An Le worships Zhao Huangting because he values ​​righteousness and affection. You should not stop me He worships."

Zhu Huoxi said coldly.

Pang Ji sighed: "The scholars of the Academy of Arts are all officials in the Great Zhao. After so many years, the Academy of Arts has been unable to protect itself, and there is no turning back."

Zhu Huoxi shook his head, didn't say much, and collided with Pang Jiyuanshen, as if entering the sea of ​​clouds roaring in the rainstorm, Yuanshen confronted and played games.

……

On Qingbo Street.

The outbreak of the battle was not so unexpected.

The actions of Su Muzhe and Fourth Master Lin were beyond Anle's expectation.

His gaze swept across calmly, remembering everyone who made the move today.

The left and right generals of the Jinwu Guard were coerced by the oppression of the Nine Realms.

However, they were very cautious, and did not fight An Le in close quarters from the very beginning. After all, An Le was not unfamiliar with the news that he had the trump card to kill the Nine Realms.

Tong Guan died at the hands of An Le.

So they are very cautious, even, they feel that An Le dared to enter Lin'an again, it must be with this trump card in mind, they dispatched the five thousand Jinwu Guards who came out of the imperial city to kill An Le, and wanted to kill him first. An Le's hole card was forced out.

If they remember correctly, An Le's trump card to evoke heroic support will not last for too long. What they are really afraid of is Anle's trump card of killing children, although that trump card may not be used long ago.

But the two are still very cautious.

Soldiers in silver armor and gold armor, bathed in rain, rushed towards Anle.

Among them, there are strong men in the seventh and even eighth realms commanding small teams!

An Le watched calmly, and with a thought, a war puppet wrapped in a black robe and a silver mask appeared.

Pulling a bow and shooting an arrow, he pierced through a practitioner of the seventh realm in an instant, and the powerful force even drove the Jinwu Guard behind him to disperse, clearing a clean one out.

The war puppet appeared, and shot arrows quickly, one after another.

One person is like a fort, clearing the way for An Le to move forward.

However, two powerful men from the eight realms came quickly. They were the commanders of the Jinwu Guard, and their status was not as high as that of the Jinwu Guard's generals, but they were not inferior!
The cultivation base of the gods of the eight realms arouses the will of heaven and earth to fall.

The whole body filled with peace and happiness made the surroundings turn into a quagmire.

An Le's eyes froze, without the slightest intention of hiding his cards.

[Hero Qi Yin] Dao Fruit is directly attracted!

In an instant, in the rainstorm, white light turned into beams of light and cast down, Anle's bamboo sword and Qingshan pointed out, and the sword intent of the mountains and rivers with a heart billowed, cooperating with the heroic spirit.

The two commanders of the Eighth Realm Jinwu Guard flew out in an instant with blood on their backs!

"It's now!"

The two generals of the Jinwu Guard saw that An Le used his hole cards, and the corners of their lips curled up coldly. Without the slightest hesitation, their bodies pulled out afterimages in mid-air, and appeared on An Le's left and right sides in an instant.

One of the two holds a golden mace, the other holds a golden hammer, the will of heaven and earth are intertwined, and the powerful primordial power is also boiling.

Taking advantage of An Le's burst of heroic aura, he shot at the moment when he defeated the two eighth realms, and wanted to kill An Le under the weapon!

In Tianxuan Palace.

Qin Lishi also took one step forward and appeared in the center of Baiyu Square. He wanted to mobilize all officials, interweave a large array of primordial spirits, oppress Anle, kill all chances of Anle to escape, and lay a real net!
However, a drop of cold rain slapped Qin Lishi's face.

His eyes narrowed suddenly.

A chill suddenly enveloped Qin Lishi's body, and the grand array of primordial spirits that he was about to arrange stopped instantly.

On Qingbo Street.

On Anle's waist, the hidden Xiaolian sword trembled slightly at this moment.

Accompanied by a resounding sword chant.

A majestic sword energy erupted from An Le's body!
The eyes of the two Jinwu guards on the left and right were about to burst, and they felt the terrifying coercion of heaven and earth from the sword energy!

"Ten... ten realms!"

The sky above Lin'an City.

The white-haired old man in sackcloth, with his hands behind his back, tapped lightly with one step.

The large formation protecting the city was immediately dug a big hole by the unstoppable sword energy.

In front of the ten-realm powerhouse who has mastered a great way and controlled the will of the world, the great formation of the city defense is useless.

Xiaolian's sword turned into sword light and swept up, held in the hand of the old man, and pressed down gently.

The left and right generals of the Jinwu Guard were immediately crushed to the ground, unable to move at all in their fleeing figures!
The gap...is ridiculously large!
At this time, they realized what a terrifying disposition Zhao Huangting possessed and possessed for daring to swing his sword at Emperor Yuanmeng!
The left and right Jinwu Guards knocked their knees on the ground under the sword energy lightly pressed by the old man in linen, smashing the blue bricks to pieces!

The Jinwu guards who were suppressed and retreated by one person, the puppet of the fort, had already been under the pressure of the old sword master, and dared not move forward or move...

And An Le faced the left and right Jinwu Guard generals who were kneeling on the ground.

An Le's eyes were indifferent, as he took a step, he gently swept the green hills of the bamboo sword, understatement, as if on the white Xuan Xuan, splashing ink to draw a proud and unyielding black bamboo, the bamboo sword swung across two Jinwu guard generals on the left and right head!

Bringing two heads that soared into the sky, full of unwillingness and fear!

The two Jinwu Guards, the left and right generals, are high in position and powerful, and they are real nobles in Lin'an.

With the cultivation base of the Nine Realms, they enjoy inexhaustible glory and wealth as well as a superior status.

However, even if they are more cautious...

But he never imagined that there would be a Ten Realm Land Immortal helping Anle to make a move.

The moment when death is near.

The two regretted it very much.

The torrential rain washed away, and the big raindrops fell, and at the same time, there were two ferocious heads of the nobles in Lin'an City.

Anle said that this trip is coming to Anle,

Whoever stops... kill him!
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(End of this chapter)