Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit - #133 - Chapter 133: The mountains and rivers are spread out, the snow stops and the sixth mountain lord arr

Some people say that Jianghu is a world composed of practitioners. In this world, the strong float upstream, while the weak are like endless swimming fish, sinking downstream. Whenever they are quietly swallowed by a big fish, it is difficult to make a ripple.

And a peerless cultivator like Emperor Yuanmeng smashed into a mountain in the rivers and lakes. If he moved at will, many cultivators would be killed.

Today’s Zhao Huangting is like a big fish leaping out of the rivers and lakes. He plowed a gully on the mountain that crashed into the rivers and lakes, allowing the water in the rivers and lakes to flow upstream along the gully.

Throughout the world, too many people are paying attention to this battle.

Their expressions were complicated, their hearts were surging, and they were amazed.

Before that, Emperor Yuanmeng had been in the world for 1500 years, and no one could shake him. Many people even felt that Emperor Yuanmeng was so invincible that he could not be hurt.

Today, Zhao Huangting used the sword in his hand to make a big show, making Emperor Yuanmeng bleed, telling all the strong people in the world that Emperor Yuanmeng would also bleed.

Of course, Zhao Huangting’s main purpose was to tell Anle, to arouse the courage in his heart, and to place high hopes on the young man who had given Qingshan a gift.

Snow fell from the sky and the earth, as if singing a sad song.

The heavy snow was dyed red, seeming to reflect the brilliance of the setting sun.

A peerless strong man who is facing sunset, does not want to die in a wasteful time or die silently. He would rather ignite Nirvana and usher in a great romance and great happiness.

In this world, no one can live forever, but people can choose their own way of death.

A layer of snow fell on the towering city walls of Dadu.

The cracked first-grade sword-shooting bullfight was inserted on the city wall. Although it was full of cracks, it remained unbroken, proudly like the erect spine of an old man.

Zhao Huangting did not choose to sit on the city wall and wait for death.

After a hearty and vigorous battle, there was a silent and sad ending.

He chose a heroic ending for himself.

He jumped off the city wall, and with his now ordinary body, he would surely die if he fell from the hundred-foot city wall.

Even if the death is ugly, even if no one collects the body.

But melting into his hometown in the North with blood may be the way Zhao Huangting prefers to die.

Zhao Huangting closed his eyes, and what passed by his ears was the roar of the wind and waves.

The distance between the ground and the ground is getting farther and farther, the energy and blood in his body are no longer there, and both his soul and mind are melted by the fire of Nirvana.

The ground is getting closer, which means death is getting closer.

However, when it was about to hit the ground.

The familiar sound of sword chants resounded, and a sword suddenly came from a distance. The falling white snow was cut in half by the sword’s edge. Suxue rubbed against the sword, and gradually cracked and was rubbed apart. The burning heat melted into a mirror-like liquid.

Zhao Huangting opened his cloudy eyes.

There was a trace of confusion, a trace of emotion, a trace of complexity, and finally… panic!

This guy Anle hasn’t left yet!

Wan Jieliu left without Anle!

Zhao Huangting had long been prepared to die. He had long promised to bring Anle here, so that Anle could see the great rivers and mountains in the North, see the great success of his battle with Emperor Yuanmeng, and let Anle experience The real Cipai Three Swords can deepen your understanding of these sword moves.

He never thought that Anle would come to save him!

Where is this?

Yuanmeng Dadu! Yuan Meng Dadu is full of powerful people!

He, Zhao Huangting, could risk everything, climb the walls of the capital city, and swing his sword for convenience, because the worst possible outcome would be death.

But Anle is not good. Anle is still young and has an unlimited future. How can he die in the capital of Yuanmeng now? !

Zhao Huangting’s eyelashes trembled at this moment, and panic could not help but show on his old face.

Facing the extremely powerful Emperor Yuan Meng, Zhao Huangting was not afraid. Facing death, Zhao Huangting was extremely free and easy. However, when the green mountain still appeared, he could not hide his fear.

Anle cannot die here!

Wan Jieliu, this bastard, can’t even take Anle away? !

Buzz buzz…

The brilliant sword chant instantly lingered around Zhao Huangting’s body, and the sword energy blew like a spring breeze, holding up Zhao Huangting’s rapidly falling body.

Finally, he was safely lifted to the ground.

His feet stepped on the ground, snow fell on his shoulders, and Zhao Huangting’s body swayed.

In the distance, a figure in white clothes was bathed in white light, coming quickly, at an extremely fast speed, appearing almost at the same time as Qingshan, and landed next to him.

“You bastard…”

Zhao Huangting had a complex look on his face, and felt a little clogged in his heart.

“Why don’t you leave?”

“After watching the battle, you can leave!”

Zhao Huangting said weakly.

He really felt powerless. Now he was just an ordinary person, and his life span was only the thin gravel missing from the hourglass, which would soon be exhausted.

He no longer has any power to take Anle out of here.

A bright and gentle smile appeared on Anle’s handsome face.

“What did senior say? I still have to take senior home.”

Anle was bathed in white light and said softly.

“You, you…” When Zhao Huangting heard the word “go home”, he originally wanted to criticize her, but when it came to his mouth, he couldn’t spit it out.

“This is troublesome…”

Zhao Huangting said with a headache.

He was not allowed to live in peace before his death and was even given a headache.

At this moment, Wanjieliu in the distance had a complicated face, leaving Zhao Huangting dead in the capital of Yuanmeng, with no bones left. In the lonely corpse, the blood gradually became cold and cold…

Even if he thought about it, he couldn’t bear it, but his clear consciousness told him that he couldn’t be like An Le.

To save Zhao Huangting at this time would only cost the lives of both people.

Although Wan Jieliu had to admit that he did not have the courage to save Zhao Huangting at this time, it was natural that he did not have the courage.

After all, what we are facing right now…is the capital of Yuanmeng!

The Emperor Yuanmeng who is number one in the world!

Therefore, when Wan Jieliu noticed that An Le was about to throw out the bamboo sword from his waist, he reached out his hand to pull An Le without hesitation, intending to pull An Le and retreat immediately.

After all, their whereabouts had been vaguely discovered.

However, what shocked Wan Jieliu was that the hand he stretched out… actually failed to grasp An Le’s figure. A majestic force directly bounced his palm away.

this……

He is a great practitioner of the Nine Realms, but he can’t grasp the Five Realms?

The fact is that it is indeed the case. He can only watch An Le throw out the bamboo sword at his waist. Like an arrow from the string, he smashes away the falling snow that represents desolation and rushes towards the majestic majestic building. city!

He rushed towards Zhao Huangting who was about to fall into the cold earth.

“Senior Wan, please leave first.”

The words that made him leave came lightly.

Then, he saw the white pride surging from Anle’s body, penetrating into the sky!

This heroic spirit made Anle run faster and faster, and his aura became stronger and stronger!

Wan Jieliu took a deep breath, and after reacting, he couldn’t help but get angry, and asked him to escape first? Who do you look down on? !

He also started to take steps, not escaping on his own.

The pride of being a swordsman made him not allow this.

Even, there is a bit of excitement and heroic trembling in my heart.

Looking at An Le’s back, Wan Jieliu’s expression was complicated. At this moment, he suddenly understood why An Le could ring the sword bell thirty-six times…

Even facing Emperor Yuan Meng, who was number one in the world, his attitude of not being afraid at all really made him, a man from the Nine Realms, unable to help but admire him.

High in the sky.

Emperor Yuanmeng stood in the torn sea of ​​clouds, looking blankly at the situation under the city.

He had long noticed the two figures coming with Zhao Huangting, one in the middle stage of the ninth realm, and one… in the fifth realm.

The weak Emperor Yuanmeng didn’t even mention his interest.

After all, with such strength, one might not even have the courage to set foot in the capital of Yuanmeng.

Not everyone can come here with the determination to die like Zhao Huangting.

However, Emperor Yuanmeng did not think that these two people could escape. Nowadays, China-Earth belongs to the Yuanmeng Empire. If he gave the order, the two of them would not be able to escape very far.

However, what shocked Emperor Yuanmeng was that the young man with a mere fifth level of cultivation did not choose to escape when Zhao Huangting fell from the tower. Instead, he threw out his sword and came over.

Isn’t he… afraid of death?

Later, Emperor Yuanmeng felt a surge of heroic spirit from the young man’s body, and around the pillar of heroic light, there was an invincible force that transformed from a white python into a heavenly dragon.

This power suddenly raised the young man’s energy to an extremely high level.

It’s very strange, like the Taoist Zhenwu Temple’s method of attracting people from heaven to increase its popularity.

But I want to save people with this…

Not even close.

Emperor Yuanmeng looked on indifferently, with this little power he wanted to take away a person who challenged him from the capital of Yuanmeng.

Even Emperor Yuanmeng didn’t need to speak.

In the capital of Yuanmeng, there were already powerful people who realized that something was wrong, and released their majestic energy and blood and their terrifying minds.

The primordial spirit and qi and blood intertwined to form a huge dharma form, which crashed towards Anle and Zhao Huangting under the city.

Emperor Yuan Meng issued a message to let Zhao Huangting die with dignity.

But Zhao Huangting must die!

If someone rescues him, the face of the Yuanmeng Empire will be wiped away, and the face of Emperor Yuanmeng will be wiped away!

“Zhao Huangting, die!”

“Those who save people will die!”

There was a deafening sound, and countless flying snow falling from high altitude was shattered into mist in just a moment!

Anle held Qingshan and carried Zhao Huangting on his shoulders with his backhand. He raised his eyes and looked at the terrifying power of the falling Dharma.

The majestic wind and waves blew, and the huge force seemed to empty all the air.

That was the body of the Dharma formed by the interweaving of soul and qi and blood at the peak of the Nine Realms. The fist fell down!

The huge pressure is enough to freeze the blood of practitioners under the Nine Realms, freeze their thoughts, and not even have the strength to move.

But Anle raised her head, her expression was very calm.

Hair is flying, and white clothes are also making hunting noises.

Let’s not talk about the fearless character provided by the [Fearless Mind] Tao Fruit.

In the Qingshan Kaifeng test, he was not afraid of the giant sword chopped down by the immortal. Now, facing the fist smashed by a strong man from the Nine Realms of the Yuan Meng Empire, how could he be so frightened that he could not walk?

In his heart, he saw the heroic spirit of the emperor’s stone figurines killing immortals in one step, and just saw the three swords of Zhao Huangting’s peerless Ci Pai, which made Emperor Yuan Meng bleed.

The [heroic attraction] that was drained by him was filled up again by absorbing the heroic spirit from the next world.

As soon as it was filled, it was squeezed out by Anle again.

Of course, this is not Anle’s real trump card!

Since you have a trump card, why not try to take this old man who is also a teacher and friend home, so that he will not die here, and there will be no one to collect the body?

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It has attracted so much heroic spirit in the world that it dares to ask ordinary people to kill ghosts and gods!

Anle carried Zhao Huangting on his back, Qingshan in hand, the sword hummed, and suddenly slashed at the giant fist of the peak of the ninth realm.

All the heroic spirit of ten thousand feet was gathered in this sword.

In addition to the sharpened Qingshan, the sword energy gathered in this sword became extremely sharp.

The sword energy met the fist of the Dharma image and crashed into it!

Boom! ! !

At the place where the sword light and the fist collided, there seemed to be a circle of invisible lake surface spreading out. This strong wave hit the towering city wall, causing the city wall to shake slightly!

The ground under Anle’s feet seemed to be spread out like a spider web in an instant.

“Go!”

Anle took a deep breath, wrapped in the much thinner heroic light column, and quickly swept away into the distance.

On the wall of Dadu, several Nine Realms strongmen of the Yuanmeng Empire were all stunned and shocked.

Especially the strong man who condensed the blood and spirit, he was even more puzzled. The sword energy swung by the Five Realms… blocked his punch? !

What kind of power is that white light column from the sky?

Is it the power of immortals?

No, the point is… he was so embarrassed that he was blocked by a Five Realms!

With the help of the power of Haoqiyin, Anle’s speed at this moment was like lightning.

However, the Nine Realms strongmen in the Yuanmeng Dadu who reacted were angry and would not let Anle take people away like this.

Wanjieliu pulled out the sword that looked like a willow branch from his waist.

He rushed to Anle’s side, his face was cold and solemn, and of course, there was a touch of complexity in his eyes.

Obviously, he did not expect Anle to burst out the power to resist the Nine Realms.

Zhao Huangting was not surprised. After all, An Le had demonstrated [Heroic Attraction] once in Lin’an Prefecture, breaking the plan of the emperor of the Zhao family.

Now, the reappearance of such means and trump cards, although unexpected, but expected.

“Mr. An, your power is indeed strange, but… this is the north after all, the capital of Yuanmeng.”

Wan Jieliu sighed lightly.

The gathering place of Yuanmeng strongmen.

Although many powerful Nine Realms are in the Canglang River battlefield, there are naturally many strong men in the imperial capital.

An Le looked at Wan Jieliu, his face was very calm, as if he still had confidence. He said: “Senior Wan, let’s go separately. You should be able to leave easily by yourself.”

Wan Jieliu heard this and immediately glared: “Mr. An, do you look down on me?”

“I promised my teacher that I would take you back personally. Naturally, I will not go back to Jianchi Palace alone. If that happens, how can I have the face to practice swords and how can I have the heart to forge swords?!”

Wan Jieliu’s voice was even angry.

Although he didn’t have the heroic spirit and straightforwardness of Zhao Huangting to face death.

But he was also a sword cultivator.

A swordsman should be sharp and unstoppable!

Wan Jieliu stopped talking, took out the sword box behind him, and gently pushed open the lid of the sword box.

“I thought this sword box would be used when crossing the river, but I didn’t expect to open the box now.”

Wan Jieliu said.

“Mr. An, you take Zhao Huangting away first, and I will catch up later and cross the river together to go home.”

The words fell.

Wan Jieliu’s sword box had been opened, and there were eighteen swords lying in it, each of which was only the length of a palm.

His fingers brushed over the eighteen swords, and finally bent his fingers and knocked.

The sword energy in the sword box soared into the sky, and the eighteen swords whistled out at the same time, like thunders shooting out of the sword box!

The eighteen swords intertwined and combined into a huge sword energy killing array!

Block the powerful men of the Yuanmeng Empire who were looting one by one!

“The sword formation of Jianchi Palace?”

“Looking for death!”

“The iron cavalry of the Yuanmeng Empire will sooner or later flatten Jianchi Palace!”

The cold snorts came from the mouths of the figures that swept over. The next moment, a great force swept up, and a series of terrifying attacks smashed towards the sword formation!

Wanjieliu’s face turned pale instantly, but it was really difficult for him, who was in the middle stage of the ninth realm, to control the sword formation to resist so many strong men!

Above the sea of ​​clouds.

The Yuanmeng Emperor, whose wounds had completely recovered, looked at the scene indifferently with his burly figure.

His eyes were locked on Anle.

He had a rather strange feeling about this young man, like… a threat?

How could a mere fifth realm cultivator threaten him, the world’s number one in the double tenth realm?

However, the Yuanmeng Emperor believed in his intuition, and what he believed more was… the dragon veins of the Middle Earth that he had absorbed.

At this moment, the dragon veins of the Central Earth, when Anle burst out the power of [Heroic Attraction], actually began to tremble constantly, forcing the Yuan Meng Emperor to divide more of his mind to suppress it.

Therefore, the Yuan Meng Emperor took a step forward.

Like a purple thunder on the cloud dome, it appeared in front of the sword formation in an instant. With a big hand grabbing, the sword formation formed by the eighteen swords instantly fell apart and broke!

Wan Jie Liu only felt the pressure like the abyss, rushing forward, like a sword like a willow branch across his body, the whole person plowed the ground with his feet, and retreated a thousand feet.

Wan Jie Liu’s eyes narrowed, and he gasped for breath.

This oppressive feeling…

When you really face it, you will know how terrifying it is!

Is this still a human? !

And Zhao Huangting could actually hurt such Emperor Yuanmeng and make him bleed? !

Emperor Yuanmeng had his hands behind his back, his luxurious robes clinging tightly to his body, outlining his rock-hard muscles, his hair flying vigorously, and his eyes seemed to be intertwined with purple electricity.

He didn’t even look at Wan Jieliu who was forced back by his move.

Staring at An Le, his eyes moved and fell on the green mountain in An Le’s hands.

“It turns out the sword is here.”

Emperor Yuanmeng said calmly that he had always remembered this sword.

Back then, when he broke through the Double Ten Realm, he was so heroic and invincible, but he failed to break this sword, which certainly left a deep impression on him.

However, he didn’t stay too long on the green mountain. His eyes moved sideways and fell on Anle.

The pillar of light formed by the heroic spirit has gradually disappeared, leaving only weak and slender white silk threads, and it is still disappearing little by little.

Facing the pressure of Emperor Yuanmeng who was as fierce as the huge waves of the vast sea, Anle carried Zhao Huangting on his back and still stood firm without any signs of bending.

It’s like a young tiger raising its head, facing a giant Canglan dragon!

“So brave, the invincible white python transformed into a dragon, not bad.”

“You should be left to be killed by the geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire, and your invincibility can be eliminated.”

Emperor Yuanmeng said calmly.

It seems that it is very easy and natural for the genius of the Yuanmeng Empire to kill Anle.

“However, before that, I need to figure out why you can cause the dragon’s veins to turmoil.”

Emperor Yuanmeng’s purple and electric eyes were extremely profound.

As soon as the words fell, Emperor Yuanmeng’s palm moved toward Anle.

Just one hand made the surrounding space seem to freeze.

Anle took a deep breath and held Qingshan tightly. In his dantian, the golden sword energy elixir slowly spread out.

But, at the same time.

There was a gentle sword cry from the yellow pear wood sword box that An Le carried on his back.

The ink pool suddenly turned into a straight black line and shot out, stabbing towards Emperor Yuanmeng’s palm. This sword was like a mantis using its arm as a chariot or a fly shaking a tree.

Anle was stunned.

However, Emperor Yuanmeng’s eyes fell on this sword as black as ink.

Only a tinkling sound was heard.

As if there was a straight sword light, in an instant, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers opened up, and the wind and snow in the sky suddenly stopped!

Mo Chi disappeared and was replaced by…

It is a cold figure with his arms crossed, wearing a green shirt and carrying a pine sword box on his back.

Thousands of miles across mountains and rivers, changing shapes and forms!

The snow stopped.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain arrives.

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