Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 95 Today, I’m an idiot, I’m going to show you my anger [Ask for a monthly ticket]

Flexing refers to spring and March, with ninety dynasties in Lianyin.

A spring rain came down behind the misty and evening clouds, which made the whole West Lake show a very different scenery from that on a sunny day.

At this moment, the spring rain falling all over the sky seemed to hold back for a moment.

Many people look towards the West Lake and look at the long embankment of white jade that stretches as far as the eye can see on the side of the West Lake. It can be seen that there is a white aura rushing up on the embankment, like a huge white python, with the hidden posture of transforming into a dragon, heading towards the lake. The world roared.

However, what is even more shocking and dazzling is the extremely dazzling red on the Baidi.

Many literati and writers turned pale, looking with a little horror at the sword that sliced ​​off the head of the monk wearing a Tibetan monk's uniform, then stepped on a black long sword, and swung straight up, like a peerless sword flying into the sky. Everyone!
From the time when the carriage stopped, the monk got out of the carriage and launched a murderous attack, to being beheaded by An Le and having his head cut off, everything happened in a blink of an eye.

The confrontation between practitioners was so fast that many people didn't react, and they couldn't even see the details of the confrontation clearly.

But what many literati know is that An Le won, and the monk's head was cut off with a sword, which established the victory.

But many literati also think that this is killing people...

Ann everyone killed!

Many people adore and admire the now-famous An family, but when it comes to killing people, and killing people in such a public place, many literati are also somewhat taboo.

They don't know about vendettas, they only know that celebrities like Mr. An killed people in Lin'an mansion, maybe they will cut off their future.

On the flower boat in the center of the West Lake, Fairy Yunrou stood with a guqin on her back. Looking at the battle on the long embankment, she couldn't help but feel a little ups and downs in her heart.

Monk Fakong is a cultivation base of the five realms of body forging. He understands the mystical meaning, steps into the innate, his strength is innately blessed, his strength is unparalleled, his breath is endless, and he is extremely domineering.

However, he was beheaded by An Le in a fair battle!

Fairy Yunrou, who witnessed this battle with her own eyes, knew very well how domineering An Le's fighting strength is, the miraculous swordsmanship skills, coupled with the blessing of awe-inspiring sword energy, and the last...playing the sword like playing the piano.

Almost seizing the momentary opportunity, he used the thunder technique to expand this opportunity and turn it into a victory.

"Kill people with rhythm... Mr. An also understands the way of rhythm?"

Fairy Yunrou's eyes sparkled.

Being proficient in the rhythm of the piano, she naturally saw that Anle's final breaking point to change the situation was to flick the sword with the primordial spirit, causing the sword chant in the ink pool to turn into a murderous sound wave, which exploded like black powder buried.

Even though Monk Fakong had a five-level physical body, he still couldn't prevent this sudden explosion, so he was blasted three times in a row, directly exploding his palm, arm, and half of his body.

At this point, the general situation is over. Even if the monk Fakong was in the fifth level of body training, half of his body was blown up, and his combat power naturally dropped. There is no doubt that he was killed by An Le.

This battle is too exciting, the game between the two sides' techniques, the confrontation between the primordial spirits, or the hiding of the hole cards are all exciting.

After An Le killed Monk Fakong in the First World War, a majestic invincibility suddenly emerged from his body, forging the internal pill in the three realms, and counterattacking the innate talents in the five realms!

What a hearty victory, what a bold counterattack!

For An Le, who has cultivated invincibility, the victory in this battle will definitely bring great cohesion and improvement to his invincibility!

However, what puzzled Fairy Yunrou was...

Stepping on the ink pond, flying the imperial sword into the sky, holding the blood-stained green mountain in his hand, and the white clothes with wide sleeves fluttering, he is heading towards the hexagonal pagoda with double eaves and Wanghu Tower. What exactly is Mr. An going to do?
It's not just her who is puzzled, many practitioners and many literati who watched this battle on the long embankment are all puzzled.

Some people think that An Le is going to flee in fear of crime, while others think that An Le is going to surrender.

However, some people felt that An Le's murderous aura was condensed, and she seemed to...continue to kill people!
An Le, she wants to kill someone!
Who is he going to kill? !

Upstairs at Wanghu Lake... There is someone An Le wants to kill!

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The spring rain was fine and dense, and the whole Lin'an seemed to be enveloped in a touch of chill. Ripples were dotted on the West Lake, and the bloody smell spread like a big net, permeating this beautiful place.

An Le stepped on the ink pool and went straight up with the sword. This was the first time he used the sword. In the refined state, he could release his mind and fly with the sword.

But he was in Lin'an Mansion before, so he had never tried or practiced this technique.

Today, An Le killed Monk Fakong, his spirits surged, and his invincible power gathered. At this moment, his whole heart was incomparably elevated.

Her hair fluttered, she was dressed in white, and her handsome and bewitching face faced the beating of the spring rain. The blood rolling in her body evaporated the spring rain, forming a misty mist to cover her whole body.

An Le stared at Wanghu Tower, where he saw a familiar figure leaning against the railing.

There seemed to be pictures flashing in front of my eyes one after another.

When I saw Qin Qianqiu for the first time, he sat high in the carriage, lifted the curtain, his eyes looked high above, as if he was looking down on an ant crawling hard on the ground but showing some talent, with disdain and charity, he sent out Solicit.

Afterwards, it was Qin Qianqiu who coerced Zhu Shan to kill him, forcing Zhu Shan to risk his life to kill An Le, and even prepared to exchange his life with An Le.

At that time, Qin Qianqiu still regarded Anle as an ant, which could be erased easily, but because of the rules of the Lin family, he had to let Zhu Shan and other small people kill him, but Qin Qianqiu did not take Anle seriously, thinking that Under his plan, An Le will definitely die.

Then came the imperial examination fraud case, Qin Qianqiu wanted Anle to be ruined, wanted Anle to have no chance of getting up, and became a joke of the Lin'an government. In the end, when Anle fell to the bottom, he would hand out a sword at the right time , but the happy life.

But when all of these failed, Qin Qianqiu arranged another means. This time, he invited a demon-subduing master, a genius demon-subduing master who had five levels of physical training.

He wanted to destroy Anle's invincibility, cut off Anle's legendary path, damage Anle's heart, have a dark future, and make Anle irreversible.

A person from the fifth level of body training came to kill the third level of body training, which seemed to be a sure thing.

Qin Qianqiu really hated An Le very much.

Scene after scene flashed before Anle's eyes. Anle stepped on the ink pool, held the sword on the green mountain, and had already risen to midair.

In every encounter, if An Le is a little careless, he will be doomed, and will be completely smashed into the bottom of the valley.

But Qin Qianqiu didn't need to pay any price.

Again and again, never again!
The murderer needs to pay the price!
If there is no price, it will only fuel the opponent's arrogance and sprinkle dust on one's own heart.

An Le stepped on the sword in the sky above the West Lake, the killing intent in his heart gradually concentrated, the invincible power, the mighty sword energy and the murderous intent...

The intertwined wind and waves made the spring rain falling from the sky tilted.

The sword energy permeated, rising higher and higher, the green mountain in his hand trembled slightly, and gave out a deep sword chant that was completely different from Mochi.

Qingshan is a bamboo sword, the sound of the sword chant is low, like the sound of silk and bamboo, the bamboo sword should be silent, but the trembling sword chant at this moment means that Qingshan feels the state of mind of Anle, and understands Anle's murderous intent, so he sings for it.

The murderous aura is like a river, and the green hills can't cover it!

The ink pool trembled, shattering the raindrops in the sky, as if tearing apart the rain curtain, Anle's white clothes with wide sleeves were full of spring breeze and murderous intent, passed by with his sword, and flew towards the Wanghu Tower.

Getting closer, getting closer!

Qingshan sword pointed at the Wanghu Tower, which was full of unbelievable Qin Qianqiu.

The light of a sword is cold, and the murderous aura is full of heaven and earth!

A gentleman retaliates directly!
Today, let's go with that youthful spirit!

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Wanghu upstairs.

In the silence, Qin Qianqiu leaned on the railing, tightly gripping the lacquered wood handguard of the railing with both hands, and the handguard was pinched by him to show the sunken mark.

There was disbelief, madness, and anger in his eyes!
"Why?! Why can't this kill him?!"

"Fakong is at the fifth level of body forging, he has a mouthful of innate energy, his strength is unparalleled, and his combat power far surpasses that of the third level, but why is he still defeated!"

"Why is this kid's life so great!"

Qin Qianqiu was furious, the spring rain slanted in and sprinkled on the lacquered wooden handguard, soaking the handguard at once, and as Qin Qianqiu slapped it angrily, misty water mist rose.

He stayed in the Wanghu Tower, choosing a place with an excellent location, just to appreciate An Le's death as if enjoying the spring rainy scenery of the West Lake!

In his opinion, it is impossible for Monk Fakong, the demon-subduing master invited at the huge price of a thousand yuanlingtongbao and three demonling pills, to lose!
Monk Fakong is definitely not a weak person. He has the inheritance of Lianhua Temple. He is one of the disciples of the holy monk Duhai of Lianhua Temple.
But he was still defeated, and even died extremely miserable, his body was exploded, and he died without a whole body.

As for making a fuss about Anle killing Monk Fakong in the street?

It's useless at all, let's not say that Monk Kong himself is unclean, but An Le alone has gathered invincible power. Anyone who comes to challenge at this time must be prepared to die.

At the time when the legendary number one scholar Li You'an gathered invincible forces and created a legend, there were also some people who refused to accept and came to fight, but they also ended up dying.

In that battle, many practitioners who refused to accept died.

In the end, Li Youan became the legendary number one scholar!

Therefore, it is very difficult to use the death of Monk Fakong to arrange happiness.

There is the Lin family behind Anle, and it is basically impossible to use such a crime to drag Anle into the water and send him into prison.

Therefore, Qin Qianqiu was a little disheartened.

Facing the real Tianjiao, he felt quite powerless. Such a Tianjiao had never stood by his side, and he had never been crushed to death early, and now he had to spend a thousand times the price to deal with him.

Suddenly, Qin Qianqiu felt a sharpness in the air, his eyes couldn't help shrinking, and when he raised his head, he saw the white-clothed figure standing straight up with the sword.

An Le!

he came!
Come with a sword!
Qin Qianqiu was terrified, and the shadow of his mind was shaved off by An Le's mighty sword energy in the Qin Xiangfu, and once again enveloped his heart.

He quickly withdrew his hands, and his figure quickly staggered back into the building from the railing. His back hit the chair, causing the table and chair to tilt left and right and collapse.

Inside the building, Wang Qinhe's complexion also changed slightly.

His mind was refined, and he naturally sensed the murderous intent like a violent storm.

An Le killed the Fakong monk, and suddenly he wanted to kill him!
Mochi supported An Le's figure and floated to the Wanghu Tower. With indifferent eyes, through the railing, he saw Qin Qianqiu who still had fear in those eyes.

An Le stepped out and landed on the viewing platform of the Wanghu Tower. The ink pond and the green hills were accompanied by soft chants, which made An Le's murderous spirit even sharper.

The clear sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet Wanghu floor.

Qi and blood circulated and evaporated the last grain of spring rain stained on his body. An Le looked at Qin Qianqiu and said indifferently: "Young Master Qin, you and I meet again. You know, there is one and there is another, so don't repeat it."

"Coerced Zhushan to kill me, the imperial examination fraud case fueled the flames and wanted to destroy me, and today he spent a lot of money to hire a demon-subduing master to destroy me... You target me three times, and I will pay you back once, okay?"

After the words fell, the sonorous sword energy instantly covered the entire floor of Wanghu Tower.

Mochi groaned softly, turning into a straight ink-colored black line.

"when--"

The Vajra Bell, the magic weapon of Lanke Temple, emerged, and the ink pool slashed fiercely on it. The powerful force burst out from the sword qi nearly pushed Qin Qianqiu far away, and smashed a table and chair fiercely.

Qin Qianqiu fell to the ground with a look of horror on his face.

Today, An Le really wants to kill him!
"Mr. An, please calm down!"

Wang Qinhe on the side had to bite the bullet and stand up: "Calm down, don't be too reckless, Qin Qianqiu is Qin Xiang's favorite son, you can't kill him."

An Le's white clothes and wide sleeves fluttered endlessly, and he glanced at Wang Qinhe. He still had a little impression of Wang Qinhe. Because he was surpassed in the rankings, he came to challenge his little sage at the bottom of the list.

"So, because of his noble status, he was allowed to attack me again and again, but if I want to fight back once, I can't get it?"

"There are countless nobles in Lin'an Mansion, if everyone thinks I am unhappy and wants to kill me, do I have to divide my head into hundreds of pieces and let them chop it off to their heart's content?"

An Le carried an invincible force that had just beheaded the monk Fakong who had just killed the five-level body forging, and coupled with a mighty sword energy, he questioned at this moment, and there was a thunder in the voice, and Wang Qinhe's heart trembled. pain.

Wang Qinhe's face was pale, but he couldn't utter any rebuttal words when he opened his mouth: "But if you kill Qin Qianqiu, you will definitely be hated by Qin Xiang, and from now on, there will be no place for you in Lin'an, or even Da Zhao!"

An Le turned her head and looked at Wang Qinhe: "Are you threatening me?"

The invincible momentum was pressing down on him like a mountain, Wang Qinhe only felt the heavy weight on his shoulders, he raised the Dragon's Back Saber, and said solemnly: "It's not a threat, it's just a piece of advice, you monk Fakong, who has cut five realms today, gathered a solid and thick invincible momentum , the future is bound to be promising! There is no need to ruin a great future for this!"

An Le shook his head: "It is precisely because of this invincible power that I want to kill him. I have been targeted over and over again, and I have a stagnation in my heart. This anger is not going well, and my future will be difficult..."

"Even if after killing him, I will encounter violent wind and rain, I have no regrets. Today, I don't weigh the pros and cons. I just want to understand my thoughts and follow my heart."

Wang Qinhe's complexion suddenly changed.

Is this An Le really determined to kill Qin Qianqiu?
Wang Qinhe let out a breath, and said very solemnly: "Mr. An... Standing behind Young Master Qin is not only Prime Minister Qin, but also the First Prince!"

"You are following your mood today, but it is Qin Xiang and the eldest prince who offend you!"

An Le shook her head: "Whether it's Prime Minister Qin or the First Prince, to me, they are all like floating clouds."

"Everyone knows that when a man is angry, blood splatters five steps."

"Keer and other high-ranking people don't think everyone dares to be angry."

"Today, I, my husband, will angrily show you all."

The words fall.

An Le tapped with his fingers, the ink pool flew by out of thin air, and in a moment of relaxation, he slashed at Qin Qianqiu who had just got up from the ground and was still covered with the radiance of the Lanke Temple Vajra Bell.

when--

There was another crisp sound, and Qin Qianqiu, who had just got up, was thrown into the air again, and rolled out several meters in all manner of things, leaving the Wanghu Tower in a mess.

"Don't worry, this Anle can't kill me. Luo Qingchen who was in the double sixth realm became so angry that day, even he can't break through the defense of my diamond bell."

"It only takes a moment for someone to come to my rescue."

Qin Qianqiu fell to the ground, but laughed out loud.

The Haoran sword energy can indeed cut Qin Qianqiu's mind, but that was when he had dark and evil minds. These minds have already been cut off. Although there is a shadow in his heart, he also knows that An Le wants to kill him with this. possible!
But with Lanke Temple's magic weapon, the Vajra Bell, at most he would be beaten up like a turtle by Anle, he couldn't die, and Anle couldn't kill him!
Wang Qinhe's face trembled, at this juncture, Qin Qianqiu still stimulated An Le?

This boy... may not be able to kill you!

The Broken Bamboo Sword in his hand was a mysterious sword weapon that chopped off his dragon spine knife!
It is not impossible to pierce the defense of the Vajra Bell!
Wang Qinhe took a step forward and opened his mouth to say something more, but Anle pointed lightly, the ink pond came towards him, Wang Qinhe's face trembled, and he swung the Dragon's Back Saber to stop him.

But as soon as he touched the ink pool, huge power and sword energy poured into his body. Wang Qinhe opened his mouth to spurt blood, flew out, fell to the ground, and rolled several times.

The Dragon's Back Knife slid into the distance, and Wang Qinhe fell to the ground, his eyes glazed over...

Is the gap already that big? !
A few days ago, he, Wang Qinhe, was still able to carry a knife and fight Anle on the West Lake, at least...he could survive a few tricks.

Now, it collapses at the touch of a finger.

This is the arrogance who climbed the list of minor saints with his own strength, and wants to gather invincible power and walk the legendary road!

At this moment, Wang Qinhe suddenly understood the origin of Luo Qingchen's tofu heart.

The mentality... is really a bit broken.

A tear fell from the corner of Wang Qinhe's eye. As for Qin Qianqiu's life and death, he doesn't care anymore. Lao Tzu's mentality has been broken. Where are you still hiding in the golden bell shell to stimulate the other party?

He, Wang Qinhe, doesn't have a turtle shell!

Holding the sword on the green mountain, An Le walked slowly step by step.

Under the control of his mind, Mo Chi kept hitting Qin Qianqiu who was hiding in the Vajra Bell with sword energy.

"When, when, when—"

The crisp sound continued to resound.

Qin Qianqiu, who was hiding in the ancient clock, was full of discomfort. His complexion was pale when the sound of the bell shook, which made it even more unbearable for him to fall into the fetal breath.

However, he only needs to block it, and someone from Qin Xiangfu will come to rescue him!

But after waiting for a long time, resisting An Le's blows from the ink pool more than a dozen times, his mouth and nose were overflowing with blood, but Qin Qianqiu found that the support from Qin Xiang's mansion had not yet arrived, nor had his strong Dao protector and cultivator Yuanshen crossed over to save him!

What happened in the end?

At this moment.

The sky above Qin Xiangfu.

An old man in plain clothes, with white hair and white eyebrows flying, is carrying a bamboo stick, bathed in the spring rain, floating cross-legged, with a few smiles on his face.

"The little guy wants to gather invincible power and walk the legendary road, so he must not be in the slightest. Everyone, let him be smooth today."

The old man chuckled.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion of Qin, powerful spirits surged one after another.

There are roars, there are wrath, and the power of the mind surges up like waves in the vast sea.

However, the old man just lightly picked up the bamboo stick and waved it in front of him, as if there was a wave of sword energy falling down, all his mind and mind stopped, and he groaned again and again.

A single bamboo stick crushed many god-cultivating powerhouses in Prime Minister Qin's mansion, making it impossible for them to get out of Prime Minister Qin's mansion.

The old man stretched his waist and smiled faintly: "A Qin Qianqiu, Qin Lishi's useless child, can't attract the protection of any strong people at all, just you crooked melons, want to break the old man's blockade?"

"The old man is just old, not useless."

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Outside Wanghu Building.

Li Youan was dressed in Tsing Yi, sitting cross-legged in the void, with a star-studded Qianbaidu on his lap. Opposite him, the figures of primordial spirits floated one after another.

These primordial spirits are all incomparably powerful, and they are all among the seven realms. They are practitioners from the fourth rank and the fourth rank Wen Sanguan practitioners of the Qin Dynasty ranks, such as Zhengfeng Dafu, Zhongfeng Dafu, Taizhong Dafu, Zhong Dafu, etc.

At this moment, because of the fact that An Le wanted to kill Qin Qianqiu, they all stood up one after another. These were all people of high status. When they learned that the god-smelting masters in Xiang Qin's mansion could not help, they all came to rescue him.

At this time, if many Wen San officials can save Qin Qianqiu, they can also win some attention in front of Qin Xiang, and the future official career will surely be prosperous.

"Everyone, please stop, and you don't want to end up with the Yuanshen being beheaded by Li."

"A young man learns that I am invincible, but he is not going well when he is tricked. I want to help him get along."

"I, Li You'an, hope to see someone more legendary than me."

Li Youan slowly opened his eyes.

The endless starlight was shining, as if the night fell in an instant.

A sword condensed with starlight cuts across the sky to wipe out the spring rain.

The souls of the civil servants all stopped. They wanted to please Qin Xiang, but they didn't want to ruin the souls they worked so hard to gather.

Li You'an and Zhao Huangting guarded this peace, which no one thought of.

I thought it was Lin Fuhua Jiebing who came to protect her, but these civil servants were not afraid and dared to charge.

After all, the conflict between Lin's Mansion and Prime Minister Qin's Mansion had long been deeply rooted and was on the verge of breaking out. It just happened at the right time to break out at this moment.

However, Li Youan and Zhao Huangting...these two are legendary figures.

Make them habitually cowardly.

Besides, they don't think that Anle can kill Qin Qianqiu, at most they can beat Qin Qianqiu like Luo Qingchen, with the third-rank body protection magic weapon of Lanke Temple and the protection of the Vajra Bell, even if they don't enter the seventh realm, they can't defeat Qin Qianqiu defense.

When Prime Minister Qin returns from the palace, there will naturally be an explanation for this matter.

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In Wanghu Building.

Qin Qianqiu finally panicked. When An Le held up the tattered bamboo sword that cut off the head of Monk Fakong, and pressed it against the Diamond Bell, Qin Qianqiu's heart beat inexplicably.

"An Le! I'm Prime Minister Qin's favorite son, and I'm the eldest prince's capable subordinate..."

Qin Qianqiu said in a low voice.

There was a bit of fear in the weak voice.

Why...rescue hasn't come yet?

An Le looked at Qin Qianqiu, and said: "I don't have any prominent status...just a scholar who wants to follow his heart."

Aoyama hums!

An Le slapped the hilt of Qingshan's sword with his palm, and the strength of the sword collapsed, and it hit the diamond bell hard!
There was a crisp sound, accompanied by a sharp cutting sound.

An Le's eyes froze, and his heart trembled slightly, and a burst of heroic spirit burst out from his body, pouring into the sky in an instant, like a beam of clear light, smashing into the sky and evening clouds.

Qingshan's sword intent is fierce, and the young man's heroic spirit goes to the sky!
Under the blessing of arrogance.

The vajra clock was instantly pierced by the aura of green hills!

A sword pierced through the ancient clock.

Man entered the body of Qin Qianqiu who was hiding in the ancient clock, and nailed it to the ground fiercely!
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(End of this chapter)