Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit - #125 - Chapter 125: May the young man hold the sword like a spark, Zhao Huangting's revenge wipes out

Three peerless first-class swords were hung on the Jianchi Lake. Waves arose on the lake, as if a hurricane was roaring past, creating waves of huge waves!

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The majestic sword energy, the terrifying sword intention, and the extremely powerful sword pressure spread out from the three swords, forming a large net.

Like three giant dragons with their heads protruding from the lake, they stared at the Broken Bamboo Sword held by Anle in the middle of the lake.

This scene seemed quite strange, at least in the eyes of everyone on the lakeside, and somewhat incomprehensible.

After all, most people in the world do not know the name of the Bamboo Sword Qingshan. Even the disciples in Jianchi Palace have never heard of the name of this sword.

Only some of the older generation of swordsmiths know how strange this tattered bamboo sword actually is.

But at this moment, when the bamboo sword was about to strike, it actually attracted three top-notch swords in the world, releasing the sword energy and polishing the edge!

What kind of weapons in the world can withstand the polishing of three first-grade swords?

For swords, first-grade swords are already the limit. I have never heard of any treasure-level swords. Even Jianchi Palace, which has been passed down for a long time, has only built first-grade swords in the past thousands of years. Just a sword.

First-grade sword weapons are already rare in the entire human world!

Anle is suspended on Jianchi Lake.

The three sword energies soared into the sky like three dragons, like three tornadoes, rolling up the water on the Jianchi Lake.

Anle held Qingshan, feeling the pressure was so huge that he didn’t even have the strength to move.

Under such pressure, the physical body of the Fifth Realm of Body Forging is as fragile as a stone condensed with sand and gravel, which may break into pieces and be covered with sand when touched.

An Le was extremely calm at the moment, and his mind was calm, just like when he first set foot on the path of spiritual practice and learned to enter tranquility.

The sword energy between heaven and earth, the surging lake water, and the sword chant that made the blood freeze, all rang clearly in his ears.

He looked at the Broken Bamboo Sword in his hand. This sword was considered the first sword he held.

The sword is raised high in the green mountains, like a proud green bamboo. Even when faced with the three best-quality swords in the world, it is still proud and disdainful.

Zhao Huangting brought him to Jinguan City. The main purpose of coming to Jianchi Palace was to attack Qingshan.

This is one of Zhao Huangting’s wishes.

This old imperial uncle who was once famous in the world visited Jianchi Palace four times in order to get the bamboo sword to open the sword.

As time goes by, it comes to an end.

The old man passed on this sword to the young man. The young man finally held the sword and stood above Jianchi Lake, waiting for the sword to strike.

This may be the last time the old man sees Qingshan Kaifeng.

If another attack fails this time, the old man will never have the opportunity to watch this broken bamboo sword that has been with him all his life reveal its edge that can shock the world!

Anle exhaled, and the only sound of his exhalation seemed to be quiet in the surroundings.

Leading the way for Qingshan…

Then, give it a try.

Anle looked at the three first-grade swords, and a look of determination gradually appeared in his eyes.

Slowly turning Qingshan, the tip of the sword pointed downwards. Although every inch of flesh and blood was under pressure, the scriptures of Qingshan Ancient Sutra clung to his whole body.

The oppressive feeling gradually disappeared like the breeze.

In full view.

Everyone at the Jianchi Lake could see the shirtless and handsome young man with flying green hair and golden scriptures intertwined all over his body. He looked like a Buddhist Angry King Kong, leaning on a bamboo sword, as if floating on the lake.

The water in the lake filled with sword energy suddenly rose, supporting the young man holding the sword.

Anle, whose body was covered with ancient scriptures, held the bamboo sword and stamped it down.

There seemed to be invisible sword energy exploding.

Stomp again!

The body pressed down, and the lake water supporting the body was pressed to the surface of the lake.

The final third stomp!

The figure and the bamboo sword were like a cannonball, shooting directly at the bottom of the Jianchi Lake. With a cry of winter, the lake water exploded into a circle of scattered white waves!

The three suspended first-grade sword energy, Cheng Ying, Long Yuan and Yan returned to their nests, let out brilliant sword chants, and all of them fell into the lake, pulling up three falling white waves, causing a violent explosion sound in an instant!

By the lake, many people couldn’t help but make an uproar, and subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to observe the situation in the lake. However, as soon as they took a step, they felt the sharp sword energy sweeping over them.

This made their faces turn red and they couldn’t help but retreat.

Because of his excitement, Lu Shisan took a few more steps, and was suddenly flushed by the impact of the sword energy, and couldn’t help but cough up a mouthful of blood.

The sword energy of three first-level swords was simply not something Lu Shisan could withstand without the protection of Qingshan.

Lu Shisan coughed up blood again after bleeding in front of the sword bell three times, but he was not worried at all. Instead, he was horrified.

“This sword energy…can Brother An really resist it? He won’t be strangled, right?”

Lu Shisan said in horror.

Lu Ziwei, who was number one on the Dali Kingdom’s star list, also took a step forward, slowly raising her slender white palm and looking towards the aftermath of the sword energy intertwined on the lake.

Qi and blood are surging and intertwined, and the mind is filled with starlight!

But he was still cut by the sword energy, and sword marks suddenly appeared on his jade-white palm, and blood oozed out.

She immediately retracted her hand, and under her calm eyes, there was also fear like Lu Shisan’s.

“Don’t go near Jianchi Lake during the next period of time.”

Wang Yansheng, who had created a first-class sword swallow returning to its nest, was now very proud. Seeing Lu Ziwei’s movements, he smiled lightly and said.

“You don’t have the unique affinity between peace and happiness and swords.”

“I don’t know how many days Qingshan Kaifeng will last. Regardless of success or failure, at the bottom of Jianchi Lake, with the protection of the old sword master, Anle will not have any trouble.”

“When the dust settles, he will walk out.”

“On the Jianchi Lake, the sword energy and sword intent contained in the first-grade sword weapon are surging. It is the best time to gain enlightenment. Don’t miss this opportunity.”

“If you can understand the sword intention from it, and use this sword intention to cultivate your swords, it will be of great benefit to the swords.”

Wang Yansheng said with a smile, the usually grumpy master swordsmith in the world seems to have become a good-tempered old man now.

When Lu Shisan and other disciples of Jianchi Palace heard this, excitement suddenly appeared on their faces. Without any doubt or hesitation, they all crossed their legs around Jianchi Lake, with their own swords on their legs, and practiced with their eyes closed.

Either the mind, or the soul, came out of the body to capture and feel the three sword energies intertwined in the sky above the Sword Lake.

The geniuses on the Star List of Dali Kingdom looked at each other. Those who could be sent to Jianchi Palace to ring the sword bell were all swordsmen practitioners in Dali Kingdom.

The sword energy on Jianchi Lake is naturally good for them.

But even Lu Ziwei was a little hesitant. After all, these three first-grade swords are the benefits of Jianchi Palace. They can ring the sword bells because Jianchi Palace does not restrict the identity of the bell ringer, even if It’s the ghost cultivators and evil cultivators from hell. As long as they have the courage, they can come and ring the bell.

However, the sword energy on Jianchi Lake was a special opportunity, so naturally they did not dare to comprehend it casually.

As the master of Jianchi Palace, Su Muzhe also understood this.

He looked at Wang Yansheng, who had just created the Swallow Returning to the Nest. Now Wang Yansheng’s identity and status in Jianchi Palace were absolutely at the peak of the sky.

After all, as the first legendary swordsmith to forge a first-class sword in thousands of years, he deserves all the respect and celebration he deserves.

Su Muzhe’s status as palace master was definitely inferior to that of Wang Yansheng at this moment.

“Let’s all understand together. The sword made by the swallow returning to its nest in Jianchi Palace is a matter of congratulations from the palace. As those of you who have witnessed the swallow returning to its nest and turning it into a sword, this can also be regarded as your fate.”

Wang Yansheng smiled and waved his hand, not caring about this.

When Lu Ziwei heard this, she was the first to sit cross-legged, her spirit jumped out, starlight filled her body, and she began to comprehend the sword energy on the lake.

Other practitioners from Dali Kingdom all followed, unwilling to give up this rare opportunity.

As for the young man who fell into the Jianchi Lake, everyone could only watch and wait secretly in their hearts.

Of course, I also wanted to see if the young man could really attack the bamboo sword in his hand that provoked the surge of sword energy from three first-grade swords.

Wang Yansheng smiled and looked expectantly at the slightly turbulent Jianchi Lake, which was shrouded in thick sword energy.

He didn’t know whether Anle could attack Qingshan. Wang Yansheng had also studied Qingshan’s sword, but as the world’s best swordsmith, he couldn’t figure out the secret of this sword.

This sword… is too weird, too mysterious.

However, Wang Yansheng knew that if An Le could not attack Qingshan this time…

Cheng Ying, Longque and Yan returned to their nests, and three first-grade swords released their sword energy to attack them. Such a card, after this time, I am afraid it will be difficult to come up with again.

The Seven-Star Longyuan appeared because of the birth of Yan Huichao. Unless someone forges a first-grade sword next time, this sword that suppresses the Jianchi Palace will never be able to show its true appearance again.

As for the Chengying Sword, it was the old sword master’s sword. It was extremely difficult to get the old sword master’s approval and use the sword for him.

Therefore, such a situation is inevitable.

If the attack still fails…

Wang Yansheng had nothing to say.

Su Muzhe, Wang Yansheng and the excited Wan Jieliu all left the Sword Pond Lake. The other swordsmiths, together with the juniors of the Sword Pond Palace, felt the sword energy on the lake eagerly.

The sword energy of Yan Guichao’s new first-grade sword is enough to drive these swordsmiths crazy. If they can gain some sword-making experience from it, their sword-making skills will naturally be greatly improved.

Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe were so happy. If a swordsmith who could forge first-class swords was born among them, the status of Jianchi Palace in the world would even move forward.

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Wang Yansheng and the others left the lakeside and returned to the messy sword-making workshop.

Zhao Huangting sat cross-legged on the ground, the sword energy still intertwined around his body, because the pain caused by the Nirvana Fire had long since disappeared from his face, and his pale face had become normal.

Gradually, the sword energy around Zhao Huangting dissipated.

He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and even the feeling of aging brought by the years had disappeared.

For a moment, Su Muzhe suddenly saw the heroic and handsome man who had once entered the Jianchi Palace with a high-spirited look, dressed in green clothes and carrying a bamboo sword at his waist.

Zhao Huangting opened his eyes and saw Su Muzhe, Wang Yansheng and Wan Jieliu. He was surprised for a moment and turned to look in the direction of Jianchi Lake, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.

“Has the sword been tempered successfully?” Zhao Huangting asked.

Wang Yansheng nodded proudly: “Success, there is one more first-grade sword in the world, Yan returns to his nest!”

“My proud work, Wang Yansheng!”

Zhao Huangting smiled: “That’s half of the credit of my little friend An! Without little friend An, how would you make the swallow return to its nest?”

Wang Yansheng’s face was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he said seriously: “Indeed, without Anle, my life would end with regret. I can’t forge the swallow returning to the nest. The fate between him and the sword is really unimaginable.” “I admit that you said that this boy would become the hope of Jianchi Palace, and I believed it.” Wang Yansheng said solemnly: “I suddenly understand why the old sword saint would make such a promise to Anle. Anle… he deserves it.” “Do you know Li Youan’s attitude? He is very optimistic about Anle… regards him as a spark.” Zhao Huangting said: “Li Youan, Ye Longsheng and Zhong Shiji want to march north, but the emperor of the Great Zhao in Tianxuan Palace is unwilling.” “You also know that the Tianshi Mansion uses the national destiny to nourish the purple golden lotus. Although the national destiny of the dynasty is illusory, it really exists. The three If people want the northern expedition, if there is no support for the country, once it crosses the Canglang River, it will be defeated. ” In a state of indifference, but starting today, I support him. However, Zhao Huangting said with a sword. “Forget it, it’s too early to talk about this now. I don’t know if Anle can sharpen Qingshan… I have a feeling that if he really sharpens Qingshan, he will definitely get to know the real secret of Qingshan.” Zhao Huangting’s face was smiling again. “I have held the sword of Qingshan for five hundred years, but I have never sharpened it. What I have touched is just the surface.” Zhao Huangting stood up and stretched his waist. An invisible sword energy burst out from his body. The sword energy and wind blew up dust all over the ground. The earth fairy fire under the wreckage of the sword furnace was blown up a little bit, and then it was blocked by Wan Jieliu’s sword energy again. “Husband, what is your current state?” Su Muzhe suppressed the thunder in Zhao Huangting’s words, and asked nervously about Zhao Huangting’s state. Wang Yansheng and Wan Jieliu no longer thought about this problem. It was indeed too early to think about it now. “The state… is very good!”

“My mind is clear and my heart is clear. Although it is still difficult to touch the tenth realm, with the sword of the heart, the fire of Nirvana no longer affects my cultivation. I can recover and use my original strength.”

Zhao Huangting said with a smile, twisted his waist, stretched his muscles, and looked at Wang Yansheng: “The world’s number one swordsmith, please lend me a sword.”

Wang Yansheng narrowed his eyes immediately: “Can you return it?”

Zhao Huangting grinned immediately: “Isn’t my reputation as a bamboo guest guaranteed?”

Wang Yansheng sneered: “You have a reputation as a hammer.”

Then he sighed, changed his tone, and said: “What do you want to borrow the sword for? To chop the Yuan Meng emperor? That sword will definitely not come back if you lend it to you. Forget it, I’ll lend it to you. Use my sword to chop the Yuan Meng emperor, which can also make me famous as the world’s number one swordsmith.”

After Wang Yansheng finished speaking, he put his sword fingers together and hooked them into the wreckage of the sword-making workshop.

Instantly, a sword light rolled up from the dust like a dragon, whistling and sweeping over.

“This sword is called Sheniudou, which means that the sword light rushes into the sky and shoots Niudou. It is of the first grade, which is enough for you to play with.”

Wang Yansheng said.

Zhao Huangting’s eyes lit up, and his hand under the plain clothes suddenly stretched out and grabbed the sword.

The sword is silver-white, the sword ridge is straight and straight, and the meaning of frost and cold is intertwined. The sword ears are round, with the word “shoot” engraved on one side and the word “Niudou” engraved on the other side.

Just holding the sword, the sword light can’t help but burst out, as if it is going to rush into the sky and pierce Niudou!

“Good sword!”

Zhao Huangting’s eyes were bright and he praised it endlessly.

Su Muzhe and Wan Jieliu on the side were surprised. They knew how precious and rare Wang Yansheng was to this Sheniudou.

But today, it was given to Zhao Huangting.

On the one hand, it was because Wang Yansheng had created the Swallow Returning Nest, and his spirit had changed. On the other hand, he also intended to help Zhao Huangting.

Wang Yansheng naturally knew that Zhao Huangting wanted to go north to seek a good fight under the fire of Nirvana.

Facing the Yuan Mongolian emperor who was the best in the world, he naturally had to have a good sword to deal with it. If it was not a first-grade sword, it would be an insult to the best in the world.

“Thank you, Lao Wang.”

Zhao Huangting couldn’t let it go, and the corners of his lips flew up.

The next moment, he narrowed his eyes.

His momentum rose steadily, and a sharp sword intent surged from him. The sword in his hand suddenly rang out and exploded around.

“I still remember that in Jiangling Mansion, the little Taoist in the Tianshi Mansion shot a peach wood sword at me. At that time, I was in Nirvana and could only let him run rampant!”

“Now… I have to let him know that he is nothing!”

A gentleman’s revenge is never too late.

He Zhao Huangting’s revenge is naturally from morning to night.

The words fell.

The sword light beneath Zhao Huangting surged, dragging his body up, like a roc spreading its wings. After reaching the highest point in the sky, it swooped down towards the outside of the Jianchi Palace!

The majestic sword energy and sword intent permeated the entire Jinguan City!

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In Jinguan City.

In the luxurious courtyard garden of King Jiangling.

In the pavilion, there was silence, the plum rain was pouring, and it fell on the black tiles.

“Success?”

The second prince, Zhao Pei, was only in the fifth realm, so he couldn’t feel it clearly. He could only look at King Jiangling and Li Zhenren of the Tianshi Mansion.

Li Zhenren took a deep breath, with unparalleled shock in his eyes.

“It’s done…it’s done! One more first-grade sword in the world!”

“Wang Yansheng of the Sword Pool Palace… his status will rise to another level! The best swordsmith in the world!”

Li Qingchuan exclaimed.

“It is prosperous and then in decline, and its reputation is too great… This is definitely not a good thing for Jianchi Palace.”

King Jiangling said calmly.

He narrowed his eyes and drank the scarlet wine in the cup, which was washed away by the cold air of the rainy season. As his throat rolled, he felt shocked and hot in his heart.

“Sword Pond Palace…is indeed the best place in the world for making weapons. If we can get Sword Pond Palace, we will have an arsenal that can provide high-quality weapons!”

King Jiangling licked the wine on his lips and murmured.

However, with the old sword master sitting in the Jianchi Palace, no country dared to move. Even the Yuanmeng Empire only had this idea but did not take action.

Exhaling a breath of filthy breath, King Jiangling suppressed the heat in his heart.

The water of Jianchi Lake is indeed a holy land for foundry, and capturing Jianchi Lake has extraordinary strategic significance.

“What a pity. That first-class sword is in Jianchi Palace… Jianchi Palace will never hand it over easily. If such a peerless sword can fall into my hands, my power will definitely be even greater. Zhao Shenyan Why are you fighting with me?”

The second prince, Zhao Pei, drank the wine in one gulp, his eyes filled with enthusiasm.

suddenly.

His enthusiasm suddenly froze, and he raised his eyes to look in the direction of Jianchi Palace.

But I saw an extremely bright sword, a blazing sun, hanging in the sky, extremely dazzling!

Suddenly there was a deafening sound of laughter that resounded throughout Jinguan City.

In the blazing sun of the sword’s light, there was an old man in plain clothes, standing with a sword in hand, squinting at the world.

“Little Taoist priest from Tianshi Mansion, aren’t you very good at Jiangling Mansion?”

“Let me practice my sword skills with you!”

“A dream has passed between heaven and earth, and there is nothing to worry about when spring comes and autumn passes!”

“Ci Pai Yi Sword Bamboo Branch Song!”

In the idle pavilion, King Jiangling’s eyes suddenly shrank.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand to grab the second prince Zhao Pei. A burst of blood emerged from his body, and the air seemed to be distorted. He left the mansion as if teleporting, and swept to a hundred miles away.

at the same time.

Within the mansion.

Li Qingchuan, a Taoist from the Tianshi Mansion, had eyes that were about to burst, and between the sleeves of his Taoist robe, black and yellow talismans flew out one after another!

boom! ! !

The bamboo shadows are swaying, and the sword energy is flowing freely!

Sword energy arose on the ground, and the entire luxurious mansion covering an extremely large area was instantly covered by a sword energy bamboo forest…

It was actually wiped out directly from Jinguan City!

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