Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 54

The ink pool in An Le's hand was taken from the sixth mountain, and it was a gift from the owner of the sixth mountain himself. Although the rank is not high, people dare not underestimate it.

As for the other tattered bamboo sword that was pinned to the waist by the young man, it was not so eye-catching. How could the tattered old bamboo sword be a threat?
Perhaps it was just a toy object cut out by the elders in the family when he was young. It has extraordinary meaning, so it is worn by the boy, which is a symbol of the boy's dream of walking around the world with a sword when he was young.

Zhu Shan naturally didn't know the origin of the Bamboo Sword, even Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe who were in the chariot in the distance had no impression of the Po Bamboo Sword.

They couldn't connect the broken bamboo sword on the boy's waist with the centuries-old saber of the legendary figure of the Zhao Dynasty.

Therefore, when Zhu Shan released the surging qi and blood that was smelted into pills, he focused all his attention on the ink pool in An Le's hands, observing and predicting An Le's next attack technique.

But Zhu Shan, who had been locked on the ink pool all this time, suddenly found that the ink pool was gone, like a mass of thick ink, blending into the dark night, disappearing without a trace, disappearing out of thin air in front of his eyes and under his mind!

A sense of threat that made his hairs stand on end rushed into his heart instantly!
Where is the sword? !
When a gust of wind blows, Fengrui emerges out of thin air!

Stars poured down from ten thousand feet and splashed in front of Zhu Shan, a sword light appeared from the darkness along with the starlight.

The tip of the sword, the body of the sword, the edge of the sword, the hilt of the sword... the complete sword suddenly appeared out of thin air, and came from the sky!

Like a black bolt of lightning, striding across the endless night!
too close!
Zhu Shan just realized that the sword was approaching. In just a moment, the threat of death spread to every part of his mind!
The muscles seemed to become stiff under the terror of death!
But Zhu Shan didn't give up just yet, he wanted to get his husband to leave Lin'an safely, how could he be defeated as soon as he made a move?
Then what is the significance of him coming here to fight for Mr.

On the contrary, it will limit Mr. to a dilemma!

A low growl, like a wild beast venting when it is at the end of the road, in the cast mountain dantian, a round qi and blood inner alchemy is melted and rotated at a high speed, squeezing and pushing out the majestic qi and blood power from every corner of the body!
The burly body and knotted muscles suddenly swelled up at this moment, the skin membrane, muscles, and spiritual bones exploded with force, twisting the body forcibly, the knotted muscles twisted like twists and turns!
puff! ! !
The unexpected ink pool passed through Zhu Shan's shoulder, bringing up a cloud of blood, cutting through Zhu Shan's skin and flesh, followed by sword chants and sword chants of cutting up blood beads, and cut off a corner of the bamboo hat on Zhu Shan's top !
Zhu Shan's blood was burning like a flame, his legs plunged into the bluestone, cracking the ground, and his body stopped after spinning.

Mochi returned to the side of the boy in white with a flash of sword light, floating quietly.

Zhu Shan gasped violently, beads of sweat rolled from his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He is a martial artist in the third realm of body forging, and his qi and blood have been melted into inner alchemy, but his qi and blood advantages can't be fully utilized, and he is suppressed as soon as they confront each other.

An ink pool is like a poisonous snake in the night.

"Yu Jian? Refining the gods?!"

Zhu Shan looked at the boy in disbelief.

However, An Le did not respond to him. Since Zhu Shan made a decision, he must be responsible for his decision.

An Le raised his hand, and tapped the sword of the ink pool lightly with his fingers. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, and the ink pool disappeared into the night again.

Like a top assassin, always waiting for the opportunity to catch a one-hit kill.

"No, your mind is not refined, it is the same as mine, it is fetal breath, this is not Yujian!"

Zhu Shan took a deep breath, and his body began to move again.

Under the skin membrane, every pore is filled with misty energy and blood, turning into an intertwined blood python, waiting around at high speed, controlled by the mind, always guarding against the ink pool stabbing out from the darkness.

Zhu Shan understands that he has to get close to An Le and oppress him with a high level of physical training to have a chance!

An Le's physical training has only broken through the second level at the foot of the sixth mountain. Once he gets close, he is sure to kill An Le!
Qi and blood cling to the broad-faced sword, and Zhu Shan's spirit is stimulated by the ink pool hidden in the darkness like a taut string.

boom! ! !
Zhushan moved, the bluestone under his feet exploded, his figure pulled blood mist, and rushed towards An Lekuang.

An Le, dressed in white, raised her hand and pressed lightly, her mind as silk as a thread.

The breeze is coming, and the sword energy is approaching!

In an instant, the stars spread out, and the ink pool reappeared!

Like a painter putting a drop of ink on white paper.

Extremely tricky, emerging from the side of Zhu Shan's neck, the sharp sword energy swallowed and burst through Zhu Shan's blood in an instant.

An Le's mind is so strong that he has infinitely approached the three realms of refining gods, which Zhu Shan never expected. This oppression made him feel cold all over his body.

However, he didn't want to give up, he had a reason to succeed, only if he succeeded, could he leave Lin'an Mansion safely, even if he had to pay the price with his life for it!
With a roar, Zhu Shan was still running wildly.

His melted inner alchemy qi and blood intertwined on the surface of his body was squeezed loudly, turning into a dragon roaring and crashing into the ink pool.

Want to flush away the ink pool!

However, An Le's mind was surging, and the sky and the earth seemed to be filled with dense silk-like sword energy, like a string that controls the ink pool.

An Le pressed down with his palm.

Mochi trembled, and the speed of stabbing suddenly accelerated!

A clear sword chant burst out!
At this moment, the Jian Yin sounded like the neighing of wild horses in the prairie!
The horse's hoof stepped down and exploded the void!
Zhu Shan's eyes shrank, only feeling a wild horse as black as ink, bumping towards him recklessly and unrulyly!
The speed was so fast that it exceeded his telepathy.

The ink pool is the sword of painting and calligraphy. Anle made "Picture of Galloping Horses", nourishing the sword energy of the ink pool, and embodying the meaning of galloping horses!
The fusion of sword energy and calligraphy and painting produced an unprecedented phenomenon!
Zhu Shan's hairs trembled, and he couldn't dodge this sword even with his qi and blood inner alchemy.

The Qi and Blood Flood Python was chopped off!

The skin membrane was broken, and blood gushed out!

But Zhu Shan's eyes were red, and he didn't care about it, only the young man bathing in the starlight in the dark night remained in his fiery eyes!
"kill!!!"

The neck was penetrated by a pool of ink, the blood vessels were cut, and the blood gushed like a pillar!
However, An Le's eyes narrowed slightly.

But he saw that the flesh and blood on Zhu Shan's neck was like a thousand forged iron, stuck in the ink pool!

Boundless strength blasted away, with an ink pool stuck in Zhu Shan's neck, he made several big strides, crushing bluestones step by step, like a slam in the forest, and finally approached An Le, the oppression of Qi and blood inner alchemy was like a mountain falling down!
The broad knife in his hand slashed out fiercely.

This is a knife that incorporates all his beliefs, blood, fighting spirit and hope!

However, a tattered bamboo sword, with a pool of blood, protruded from the back of the Zhushan Mountain, and then with an unrivaled momentum, it burst into a circle of energy ripples, wanting to go up to the blue sky and blast the clouds!
Collapse Sword Strength!
The bamboo sword pierced through the body, shattering the inner alchemy cast by Zhu Shan's qi and blood, and also engulfing all of Zhu Shan's vigor and strength.

The big knife cut down feebly, but was gently patted away by An Le.

With a muffled sound, the big saber slashed at An Le's side, leaving a knife mark on the bluestone and stirring up a gust of wind.

There was a big hole in Zhu Shan's burly body, leaning on a big knife, bleeding from his mouth and nose, blood and tears streaming from his eyes, he looked at the boy in front of him full of complexity and guilt.

"Mr. An... please... please forgive Zhu Shan's offense."

An Le looked at Zhu Shan, with a look of relief and relief in his eyes.

"You and I are small people. We are like mayflies in this world. We can't help ourselves."

"But in this world, there will be someone who is worth your hard work for."

Anle said so.

"Mr. An...I'm sorry, I just want to live first."

"Mr. saved me from fire and water, and now I want to do my best...to bring Mr. back to the place where his dream started."

"I... that's all I can do."

Zhu Shanbian coughed up blood and said, he doesn't blame Anle, he wants to kill Anle, so why should he complain about being killed?
What he blamed was Qin Qianqiu, the young son of the Qin family who forced his husband to die from a high position. If he died as a cunning rabbit, he would be cooked by a running dog. If he had no value, he would just throw it away like a shoestring.

An Le didn't say anything, all of this was Zhu Shan's choice, but in fact, Zhu Shan didn't make a choice, Qin Qianqiu asked him to kill An Le, how could such a small person have a choice if such a noble person said it.

The bamboo sword returned, the ink pool was slowly drawn out, and it also returned to Suspended Anle's side, both swords were not stained with blood.

Zhu Shan was drenched in blood, and his will began to blur.

Leaning on the knife, standing in place, the stars are shining brightly, and the moonlight is like frost.

Zhu Shan raised his head and looked towards the end of the long street.

In the night, it was gray and foggy, as if there was no hope for the way forward.

In front of my eyes, the past seems to emerge like a painting.

He saw that he had beheaded his enemies with a knife and was thrown into the black Yamen prison. When there was no hope, the husband came like a starlight and rescued him with a smile.

He saw that he took his husband by car and galloped across Qingzhou to challenge talents from all sides. He won ten battles and won ten battles.

He saw the chariot leaving Qingzhou to Lin'an, passing through the world, mountains and rivers, Mr. playing the sword and singing, and he sang along with the whip.

He saw Mr. in the car laughing, and he was also laughing on the shaft.

he sees...

He will never be seen again.

The long road should be sad in the evening of spring, and the night is still a dream.

A sigh of regret came from the mouth of the burly coachman.

"Sir, Zhu Shan can't drive you back to Qingzhou."

……

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Flowing cups of water, Xiaoxie people.

A small silver sword floated in front of Luo Qingchen, his mind was like the sea, and his sword energy was like frost, washing away the dust on his heart.

Suddenly, his heart trembled.

There seemed to be a sigh, wrapped in the cold spring night wind, drifting over.

Opening his eyes suddenly, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, like ink smudged.

He stood up abruptly, looked towards the direction of the long street, and clenched his fists.

The small silver sword wrapped around his body like a swimming snake.

He soared into the sky, and rushed towards the long street in the distance like crazy.

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