Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit - #138 - Chapter 138: One man and one sword broke through three hundred armors, and there were evil spirits f

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and every raindrop falling from the sky hits the reeds, making every reed sway from side to side.

The intertwined rain curtains and the mist on the river bank made the scene in front of them very blurry, but for practitioners, eyes are never the only tool for observing things.

The soul swept past, and the figure walking out of the thick fog could no longer be seen.

The young man in white clothes had a sword case and a long knife on his waist, and he was carrying an octogenarian man with a deathly aura on his back.

The burly man jumped out of the tent, releasing his innate spiritual energy and interweaving his blood and energy all over his body. He tried his best to widen his eyes, as if he wanted to fully demonstrate the brutality of the Yuanmeng grassland warriors.

“Enemy attack!”

The roar made the entire military camp agitated.

Even if the visitor is just a young man carrying an old man on his back, this big man with six realms of cultivation dare not look down upon him in the slightest.

Not everyone knows what happened in Dadu. Zhao Huangting’s challenge to Emperor Yuanmeng was indeed heroic. However, only the group of people who are at the highest level in the field of practice are qualified to observe and know about this challenge.

He didn’t know the origin of the young man, nor the origin of the old man on his back. However, the murderous intent intertwined between heaven and earth made this battle-experienced man feel the crisis secretly.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the evaporated water vapor from the river rushes into the clouds. After the accumulated water reaches a limit, it will return to the human world.

The raindrops hit the ground and mixed with the mud, creating a strong earthy smell.

Three hundred soldiers of the Yuanmeng Empire, wearing armor and stomach, were piled up in front of him like this. The intertwined energy and blood formed a majestic military force in the sky.

The military momentum is the unique aura of the army. The breaths of hundreds of people are intertwined and as heavy as mountains. It is a kind of spiritual impact.

Eyes have weight, but when hundreds of pairs of eyes cast their gazes down at the same time, even a practitioner would feel turbulent under such an impact.

As Anle walked, he raised his hand and held the sword case. The exquisite sword hilt made by Master Wang Yansheng was exposed. The sword ears were like the scissor tail of a swallow. The sword hilt was wrapped with circles and patterns, which not only prevented slipping, but also increased the grip. The feel of the sword.

An Le grasped the hilt of the sword and slowly drew out the sword. This first-grade sword, which An Le participated in forging, was fused with An Le’s essence and blood. As if they were connected with each other, at this moment, a clear sword chant was emitted. Just the sword chant alone was shocking. Small raindrops.

Instead of using Qingshan, Qingshan hung the bamboo sword Qingshan on Zhao Huangting’s waist, causing the bamboo sword to release its energy and wrap Zhao Huangting, protecting the old man who had run out of oil and lamps and would not be affected in the next battle.

This is the first time An Le has used Yan Gui Nest. This first-grade sword is quite wide and looks heavy, but in An Le’s hands, it is as light as a feather and can be used like an arm.

Perhaps, this is the tacit understanding between the swordsmith and the sword.

An Le began to run, and the innate spiritual energy in his Dantian shook, blending with the energy and blood in his body, and his aura rose steadily.

He needed a quick decision, so there couldn’t be any delay.

The ancient demon’s five-animal tiger-like vision!

Qi and blood seemed to be flowing all over the body, intertwining to form a beautiful demonic tiger!

The whole person turned into a running bloody demon tiger and crashed into the three hundred soldiers who had piled up heavy shields.

The army’s fighting method is different from that of ordinary practitioners. Behind the heavy shield are spears, which keep pushing forward like a chariot!

winter!

Anle bumped into it brazenly.

Qi and blood dispersed, and the high wall made of stacked shields sunk deeply, but because of the mutual stacking of forces, it withstood Anle’s first wave of collision.

It was like a boulder trying to break through the river, but it was vaguely swept away by the current.

Anle’s expression remained unchanged, and he stepped hard on the nearest shield made of fine iron. He held out the Yangui nest in his hand, and instantly the thick shield was pierced like tofu.

The Yuanmeng soldiers behind the shields were immediately pierced through their heads and lost their lives.

The raindrops fell, were shaken by An Le’s Qi, and then exploded again. One person with three hundred armors on his face took a step back, and punched out with five fingers.

It hit the swallow returning to its nest, and it was instantly torn apart by the cry of swallows!

The sword’s light was like a dragon emerging from the abyss, cutting through the defensive formation with heavy shields erected, tearing open a huge gap!

The six-level man carried a sword at his waist, casually took a black iron bow, set up a jet-black arrow, and pointed it at the young man who was charging into the formation from a distance.

Practitioners are indeed extraordinary, but facing the army, they are not easily invincible.

If the cultivators of the Eighth Realm are here, Sanbaijia will be killed in no time. If it is the Nineth Realm, Sanbaijia will collapse in an instant.

However, the young man in front of him was only in the fifth realm and had a single face of three hundred armor. In his opinion, he was indeed arrogant.

When military forces overlap, practitioners will be suppressed. Many practitioners are unwilling to face the army directly. This is because of military formations and military forces. Under the influence of military forces unique to the army, the strength that practitioners can exert is limited. One will eliminate the other. If you are long, you will be easily dragged to death by the army!

“Put thirty steps apart, hide your spear behind your shield, and throw the spear to kill!”

“Drag him until his energy and blood are exhausted and his mind is exhausted, and then let him play a good trick of piercing his heart with three hundred spears!”

The garrison commander of Yuanmeng in the Sixth Realm bent his bow, bathed in the rain, and roared ferociously.

The army that was pierced by An Le instantly changed their military formations and formed a large circle to surround An Le.

The swallow roared back from its nest. Anle held the sword and raised his hand to point it between his eyebrows.

The sword furnace is clanging, and the sword energy is vertical and horizontal.

The Yuan Shen sits on the Heart Sword, sitting on the Wangxiaguang as high as a hundred feet!

Seven-colored rays of light swept out.

The bow-bent Liujing’s expression changed in shock.

Is he so damn blind? Sitting there and forgetting the rays of light reaching a hundred feet? !

And the scene that happened in the next moment made his penis tighten and his whole body became cold!

A surge of momentum rose from An Le’s body, like a dragon’s cry exploding in the ears of every soldier, causing them to fall into a brief confusion.

Then they saw a sky dragon rising and winding around the young man in white, and an invisible sense of oppression swept over them, making them feel that this young man was invincible when he drew his sword!

“Invincible?!”

The leader of the six realms was somewhat knowledgeable, and he became even more horrified when he heard this.

Peace and happiness are at the fingertips, the mind is intertwined, the complexion is as calm as ever, and there is no joy or sadness.

When it comes to fighting, he loves rainy days.

Because for him, a rainy day is like having countless swords.

Every drop of rain is a sword.

The sword intention of the Heart Sword spreads, and he taps his finger in front of him, and ripples spread like a calm lake. Inside the suspended raindrops, as if in just a moment, an undetectable sword energy is generated.

“The sword energy is close.”

An Le said.

All things in heaven and earth are close to each other.

Every drop of rain is like a sword.

Puff puff!

The rain falls, the sword falls, the head falls.

The blood instantly dyed the ground red, and the smell of blood could not be dissipated despite the rain.

Dozens of soldiers from the second and third realms who surrounded Anle were all decapitated by the raindrops that turned into swords. Their heads were smashed to the ground like cabbages that had been torn open.

The military formation is on the verge of collapse in an instant!

Anle charged forward again, raising his sword like a sword dance.

The sword strikes bamboo branches.

It seems that green bamboos sprout from the earth, piercing the body of a Mongolian soldier.

The sword roared when Yan returned to his nest, and a series of blood beads appeared on the sword’s edge. The defeated army never regained its strength. The pressure on Anle was very small, and he could kill people very quickly.

Zhao Huangting squinted his eyes and lay on the boy’s back with a smile on his lips, feeling very peaceful.

Anle used the sword moves taught by the old man to kill the enemy. He mastered the sword moves so skillfully that Zhao Huangting was amazed.

There are more and more corpses on the ground, and even the military formation that has regrouped has become less and less stressful due to the reduction in numbers.

The two deputy commanders of the fifth realm, under the gaze of the bow-bent commander of the sixth realm, rushed out quickly.

The leaders of the Six Realms are still bending their bows to seize opportunities!

The two deputy commanders of the Five Realms came to kill, their energy, blood and mind intertwined. The Five Realms were not weak, but not every Five Realms were geniuses.

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Yan Guichao’s sword was raked, and he was lightly knocked by Anle. Sound waves suddenly exploded. Under the control of his mind, the five kills of Yinlu directly blew half of the body of a deputy commander of the fifth realm into a lake of flesh and blood.

Anle pressed down with invincible force, then the swallow flew back to its nest, and a great head rose into the sky.

Another person from the Fifth Realm took the opportunity to attack, so Anle took out the Ding Fengbo from his waist and smashed it hard. It was far beyond the power of the Fifth Realm, plus the domineering Ding Fengbo, a second-grade magic weapon.

He directly chopped off the opponent’s weapon, and cut open the wound on his neck. Blood flowed out, and Anle added another knife, directly killing the opponent’s life.

Killing five realms with five realms, so easy?

Since Anle started practicing, he has met no ordinary practitioners. Except for Zhu Shan, Luo Qingchen’s coachman, who was an ordinary practitioner, all the other practitioners can be called geniuses.

But An Le is the winner, even if he is on the Little Saint List, he is singing all the way.

Now against Shan Wu who is at the same level, with the blessing of invincible power and high-grade weapons, it is naturally easy to win.

The commander of the sixth realm was shocked. He knew that this young man who rushed into the battle was one of the best even among the most brilliant geniuses in the Yuanmeng Empire.

This made his heart increasingly clouded with gloom and uneasiness.

However, during the break between the killings, he focused his eyes, found the opportunity, and shot the arrow immediately.

Time seemed to have stopped under an arrow, and all the raindrops were pierced and pierced.

This arrow contains the mental oppression of his Sixth Realm, and is shot out with the control of his innate air and blood. Coupled with the perfect timing to seize it, it is difficult for practitioners of the Fifth Realm to avoid it, and they are bound to be pierced.

However, his so-called oppression had no effect on Anle. Anle glanced at the arrow and flicked it accurately on the arrow body. The arrow deflected and whizzed through several people. The soldiers of Yuanmeng brought a lot of blood with them.

Anle looked at the six realms holding the bow. After the first wave, the sword in his heart regrouped, and he pressed down gently with his palm.

In an instant, the surrounding soldiers exploded into bloody flowers again, and their heads fell to the ground one by one.

And among the bloody flowers exploded by An Le, the Sword Swallow returned to its nest, holding the bloody golden sword to calm the storm, moved its body, smashed the icy rain, and rushed towards the only one in the Yuanmeng army. The six realms!

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When An Le released his Qi and charged into the battle to kill the enemy, waves of extremely powerful Yuan Shen swept over him in an instant.

The sound of piercing the sky resounded endlessly, and all the powerful men chasing from the capital of Yuanmeng rushed over at this moment.

However, above the sky, heavy rain swept across the place.

The Sixth Mountain Master, carrying a pine sword box on his back and crossing his arms, stopped these people again.

The box opened an inch, and the sword light leaped out like a waterfall. All three thousand hidden swords came out, and they seemed to turn into three thousand human figures on the sky.

However, the only ones that the Sixth Mountain Lord can stop are those in the Nine Realms.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain could not stop some practitioners of the Yuanmeng Empire in the eighth and seventh realms.

As for the sixth realm, there is no need for the Sixth Mountain Master to stop it, even though the span between the sixth realm and the fifth realm is very large, which is a watershed in the realm of cultivation.

However, in the face of true genius, this watershed is in vain.

With the spirit of An Le’s continuous singing on the Little Saint List, coupled with the invincible power gathered by imitating Li Youan, the ordinary Sixth Realm dare to stop An Le… It is no different from seeking death.

You will feel the true crushing of talent.

You will understand that there are really big differences between people.

In this world, on the north bank of the Canglang River, the energy and blood were raging endlessly. The attack launched by Ye Longsheng, Zhong Shiji, Di Zang and Li Youan at the same time against the Yuanmeng Empire’s border troops was indeed effective.

Even if Anle’s position was exposed and the blood smoke was ignited, the armies from all sides were unable to support him in time. Only the practitioners of the Yuanmeng Empire scattered in various places rushed away quickly.

A rare smile appeared on the stern face of the Sixth Mountain Master.

Crossing his arms with his chest, the sword was flying around him, and he opened a picture scroll between the sky and the rain curtain. The sword energy in the picture was swaying, covering all the nine realms.

In the reed marsh, a sudden air wave passed by, causing the reeds to bend their waists to both sides, making it difficult to straighten up.

The sound of breaking through the sky resounded one after another, and the raindrops were smashed into misty water vapor one by one.

Although the master of the ninth realm was blocked by the master of the sixth mountain, there were still many cultivators of the eighth and seventh realms who rushed to give chase.

When they felt inside the military camp, the rich blood in the air had not yet dissipated.

The three hundred armies of the Yuanmeng Empire fell apart and were all slaughtered.

The blood intertwined and meandered, almost like a small river.

The two Eighth Realm cultivators walked past the corpses step by step with gloomy faces.

Finally, they stopped in front of a headless corpse with its legs kneeling on the ground. The headless corpse was none other than the leader of this 300-person garrison team.

A practitioner of the Six Realms who has trained his body to enter the realm of Guanqi Sea.

“Carrying the burden of a man who has lost his cultivation level, he destroyed an army of 300 armor with his cultivation level of the fifth level, and even crossed the border and killed a sixth level person…”

Even the two Eighth Realm cultivators felt their hearts sinking.

Even if they were in the Fifth Realm, they wouldn’t be able to do this.

A hundred men formed an army, and the military formation formed by three hundred armors, under the leadership of a Sixth Realm commander, was not weaker than the combat power of a Seventh Realm practitioner.

However, that Anle… not only carried a burden, but also directly broke through three hundred armors.

Many practitioners looked at each other, with deep shock in their eyes. Suddenly, they moved their bodies one after another and landed on the river bank.

You can see a small boat on the turbulent river, breaking through the huge waves that are constantly crashing, and sailing towards the other side of the river.

On the small boat, they saw a man in white clothes holding a sword. His white clothes were stained with blood, facing the river wind, looking at them calmly.

In the sky above the young man’s head, a heavenly dragon transformed from white energy was entrenched and roaring.

Many powerful men in the Yuanmeng Empire were silent, and the two Eighth Realm cultivators had cold expressions on their faces. They even had the urge to chase after the boy in white and capture the young man in white.

However, reason quickly defeated this impulse.

“That’s all. It’s impossible for such a genius to have a trump card that we can’t figure out. It would be funny if he was hunted down by the great evil in the Canglang River. It would be funny if he was tricked and killed.”

“Geniuses should still be hunted by the geniuses in our empire’s Falcon Ranking. Geniuses at the top of the Falcon Ranking, such as Tie Lie, Wo Tai, Tuzhen, and Birch, should be looking forward to hunting this person.”

The Falcon List was a list that the Yuanmeng Empire had been ranking high on since it was galloping on the grasslands.

Geniuses under the age of thirty are all on the list, and now as Emperor Yuanmeng refines the dragon veins of the Middle Earth, the power of the dragon veins and the national destiny of the Yuanmeng Empire are feeding back these geniuses. It is said that the genius who ranks first on the Falcon List has a cultivation base. They have already set foot in the Double Seventh Realm, and are no weaker than some older generation practitioners.

This was also the reason why the practitioners of the Yuan-Meng Empire gradually looked down on the Kingdom of Zhao, Xiliang and Dali.

In terms of talent inheritance, the three kingdoms of Dazhao, Xiliang and Dali combined are not as powerful as the Yuan-Meng Empire.

“In the past, the geniuses of our Yuanmeng Empire were not qualified to compete for the position of the Lord of the Holy Mountain, but it is different now. With His Majesty refining the dragon veins of the Middle Earth, the seventh mountain of the Holy Mountain will now be opened. The Falcons of our Yuanmeng Empire will The geniuses on the list finally have the opportunity to compete for the position of the mountain master of the seventh mountain.”

“The Holy Mountain will also be conquered by us!”

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The river water lapped at the boat, and the rainwater hit the eaves of the boat, making a splashing sound.

This small boat was the only one found in the camp.

After killing the leaders of the six realms, Anle found Anle and directly carried the boat into the Canglang River.

It would be easier to cross the river with a boat. Unless you are a strong person in the Nine Realms, you can ignore the terrifying evil at the bottom of the river and easily cross the waves.

Zhao Huangting had gone north to cross the river before, so he stepped on a bullfighter and crossed the waves directly.

With peace of mind, the speed is extremely fast.

At that time, Zhao Huangting ignited Nirvana, and his cultivation reached the extreme, almost reaching the ten realms, and he could easily cross the river.

But now that I’m crossing the Yangtze River and traveling south, it’s hard to be as cool as that.

With the boat under him, the pressure and suction brought by the Canglang River were isolated, allowing An Le to fall into a rare state of relaxation.

Zhao Huangting was sitting in the cabin, looking at the endless rushing river, looking at the river water lapping on the ship’s board and splashing on the deck, with a little joy in his eyes.

He looked at the blood-stained white man standing on the deck holding a sword, and his face couldn’t help but soften.

In the distance, the energy and blood were surging, and there were terrifying strong men fighting. Even from a distance, you could hear the sound of war drums drifting in the river wind.

“It was Ye Longsheng and Zhong Shiji who started the war to cover you and prevent the navy of the Yuanmeng Empire from arresting you.”

Zhao Huangting said softly.

Anle nodded, having guessed everything.

Otherwise, when the energy and blood smoke rises here, all the strong men stationed in the Yuanmeng Empire should rush over.

And the reason why he didn’t come over was naturally because he was restrained.

Ye Longsheng should have known his location in advance. Perhaps because the Lord of the Sixth Mountain sent a secret message, the battlefield had not affected this place.

Anle knew that the fundamental reason for his smooth return to the south this time was the help of many top powerhouses.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain restrained many of the nine realms who came from the capital of Yuanmeng. Ye Longsheng, Zhong Shiji and other peerless military generals launched a brazen attack, and they were also the strongest in the army who restrained the Lord Yuanmeng.

Fang allowed him to enter the river easily.

“Of course, there is another reason. Because Emperor Yuanmeng never killed you, those powerful men in the Yuanmeng Empire preconceptionally followed Emperor Yuanmeng’s will. They even thought that geniuses like you would be left to Yuanmeng. It’s more meaningful to kill the geniuses on the Falcon List.”

Zhao Huangting smiled.

“Falcon list?”

The energy and blood in Anle’s body steamed, causing the rain and river water to evaporate into water vapor.

He stepped into the cabin and looked at Zhao Huangting in confusion.

“Just like Dali has the Star Ranking, Xiliang has the Land Killing Ranking, and Da Zhao has the Little Saint Ranking… Yuanmeng also has a classification for geniuses under the age of thirty, and the Yuanmeng Falcon Ranking is it. However, in these years, Yuanmeng has The genius of the Mongolian Empire has been fed back by the Dragon Vein of the Middle Earth and the increasingly majestic national destiny of Yuan Meng, and his cultivation and talent have become stronger and stronger. “

Zhao Huangting’s voice was low, but also filled with emotion.

Anle nodded, but didn’t care too much.

He has not yet reached the top of the Little Saint List, so naturally he doesn’t have much interest in paying attention to the Falcon List.

“You should meet them soon. The Seventh Mountain is about to open, and there will be no shortage of geniuses on the Falcon List…”

Zhao Huangting took a breath and said softly.

Anle smiled, sat cross-legged in the cabin and gave Zhao Huangting a ray of innate spiritual energy, which dispelled the cold and allowed Zhao Huangting to maintain his energy and spirit.

The cabin quickly fell silent.

Zhao Huangting leaned against the cabin, closing his eyes and enjoying a moment of peace.

Anle exhaled a breath of turbid air and began to sort out the energy of time.

Just facing the 300 soldiers of the Yuanmeng Military Camp, Anle extracted a wave of Time Qi before starting the battle, and obtained thirty rays of Time Qi.

It’s a pity that there is no golden age.

However, three days ago, Emperor Yuanmeng got a ray of golden age energy from him, and Anle has not seen it until now.

Because he was worried that observing the Golden Years Qi would cause fluctuations and would be captured by the Nine Realm experts from the Yuanmeng Empire.

But now that he was on the Canglang River, Anle felt relaxed.

Begin to observe the golden spirit of time that was absorbed from Emperor Yuanmeng.

However, he soon opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

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The boat cuts through the waves.

Because of the heavy rain, the fog on the river became thicker and denser.

Suddenly, black shadows twisted one after another in the thick fog that shrouded the river, and one ship after another was seen with ferocious ghosts engraved on its bows, like ships galloping out of the underworld, breaking through the thick fog. Break through the waves of the river.

With ghost cries and rich blood.

He quickly moved toward the boat where An Le was, slowly approaching!

On the leading evil ghost boat, Tong Diao Si was wrapped in a black robe and his hands were hidden in his sleeve pockets.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the small boat floating in the river, his face expressionless.