Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

The Tao Fruit transformed from a natural swordsman into a divine sword body.

It is a kind of transformation energy that runs from bottom to top and runs through the whole body.

His body seemed to be the carrier of the sword energy, allowing the sword energy to flow upward from the soles of his feet, flesh and blood, spiritual bones, meridians, Dantian, inner elixir, sword furnace...

The internal organs, limbs, and bones seemed to have all undergone transformation at this moment, and were intertwined and connected into one!

The sword energy was born naturally from An Le's body, like the sound of an ancient chime.

In the dark, Anle seemed to hear a lot of sounds. There seemed to be countless sword chants resounding between heaven and earth. He could hear the emotions bursting out from each sword in the sword chants.

A stream of sword energy soared into the sky, penetrating the cloud flow in the sky, forming a circle of sword energy waves.

The sound of ancient bells is accompanied by the roar of three sword chants.

Like an ancient bell hanging on the top of a lonely and sharp mountain peak rising into the sky, an ancient swordsman wearing a bamboo hat struck three times with his fingers.

Every knock seemed to bring an extraordinary transformation to the swordsman.

Cleanse the mind, cleanse the flesh, cleanse the soul!

The sentient beings are extremely far away, and along with the sword chant, it seems that every sword practitioner's sword is trembling involuntarily.

The sound spread out from the Jianchi Lake, like a spring breeze, accompanied by the endless moist drizzle falling from the sky, falling to every corner of Jinguan City.

Every citizen of Jinguan City who was wearing a sword was immersed in this sound, and the swords at their waists seemed to be accompanied by sword chants.

In the middle of the green lawn, Anle stepped on the bluestone and stood there.

Zhao Huangting and Su Muzhe both looked at it in disbelief. Even Zhao Huangting, who had great expectations for Anle, could not conceal the shock in his heart at this moment.

He didn't have the slightest doubt whether Anle could ring the sword bell.

The bell can definitely ring, being able to inherit the green mountains, and even see green mountains within the green mountains, it is enough to show that Anle's talent in the sword is beyond doubt.

However, Zhao Huangting doesn't have a definite idea of ​​how high this talent is, but it is definitely not low. Anle's cultivation has been too short since he came into contact with cultivation. In such a short period of time, Zhao Huangting cannot see Anle's talent. Specific swordsmanship talents.

Because Anle's cultivation talent is not weak either, and he is of a decent level in both spiritual training and physical training.

But today, he was really shocked. After all, Anle didn't even get close to the sword bell, but he caused the sword bell to hang on the stone platform and rang three times!

Not to mention it was him, even Su Muzhe, the native master of Jianchi Lake Palace, had never seen him before.

This Jianchi Palace seemed to wake up completely at this moment.

Wave after wave of sword energy rose from the Jinguan City and the Jianchi Palace.

Countless drizzles were cut by the sword energy, but one sword after another was seen rushing into the sky. The sword cultivators of Jianchi Palace, dressed in green clothes, had their hands on their backs and stepped on their swords, like peerless sword immortals. , come hand in hand.

The sound of air waves roaring across the sky seemed to suddenly break the silence of the ancient city.

The many swordsmiths who were beating the sword embryos and casting swords on the sword-making furnace with the help of the immortal fire of the Sword Pool Palace also stopped their movements and walked out of the sword-making house one by one.

Most of these masters were shirtless, and their hair looked a little dry from dealing with earthly immortal fire for many years. They walked out of the house, leaned against the door, and closed their eyes.

Listen to the sound of sword bells lingering throughout Jinguan City.

They could hear the difference in the sound of the bell, and as swordsmiths, they could feel the emotion contained in the sword's chant.

"Incredible...the sound of the sword bell is not caused by external force striking the sword bell, but from the inside of the sword bell, the vibration from the inside out, the sound of the sword chanting bell, rich, excited, and joyful...every time Every emotion makes a difference.”

"It's not the sound of the sword bell being struck by anyone, it's the sound of the sword bell ringing by itself..."

"This sword bond is so wonderful."

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The swordsmiths closed their eyes one by one, listening intoxicatedly to the once-in-a-lifetime sound of the bells that spontaneously resounded from inside the sword bell. Many swordsmiths even had a clear understanding in their hearts, regarding the embryo that was being burned in the sword furnace. Got new ideas and feelings.

"Such a vision only appeared when the old palace master set foot in the land of fairyland... That time, the sword bell rang nine times, the sky was filled with rays of light, the sword energy was like a rainbow, and an immortal came out from behind the heavenly gate, knocking on the sword to play Congratulations with a fairy tune.”

"Although the sword bell only rang three times today, it was already extraordinary. The countless ancient swords and countless dead sword souls forged in the sword bell seemed to be resurrected at this moment..."

In a sword-making house in the deepest part of Jianchi Palace.

An extremely old old man walked out slowly. The old man's white hair was gray and dry. Each white hair was like a silver sword. His eyes were full of turbidity, and his face was full of the darkness left by the years. spot.

"Zhe Liu, go and see who caused the sword tomb to ring... The innate connection between these people and swords is the luck of Jianchi Palace. Maybe... the ultimate sword in the sword-making furnace is... An opportunity to become a sword.”

The old man murmured.

Next to him, there was a shirtless middle-aged man who couldn't help but feel solemn after hearing this.

He couldn't help but clasp his fists and bow respectfully.

Then he took a step forward, opened his mouth and breathed out the sword energy. His body was surrounded by the sword energy and soared upwards, heading towards Jianchi Lake.

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In front of the jade monument archway outside Jianchi Palace.

After changing his clothes and holding an oil-paper umbrella, King Jiangling, who stood quietly in the drizzle, raised his head and stared at the many swords passing over the Jianchi Palace and the practitioners sitting on the swords. , a touch of solemnity still appeared on his face.

The drizzle falling on the umbrella surface seems to contain the sharp sword energy that wants to cut the umbrella surface open.

The second prince and Li Qingchuan, a veteran of the Tianshi Mansion, followed him, and the three of them walked together, listening to the three bells that sounded like the roar of a giant whale.

"Did someone ring the sword bell?"

The second prince Zhao Pei asked doubtfully: "Is it possible that Anle, who is wearing the green mountain, entered the Jianchi Palace and rang the sword bell only three times?"

However, Li Zhenren and King Jiangling of Tianshi Mansion shook their heads with strange expressions on their faces.

"The old Taoist has been ringing bells in Tianshi Mansion for decades, but he can also distinguish a little bit. These three sounds are not the sound of bell ringing caused by external force impacting the clock face, but more like the sound waves automatically emitted by the bell vibrating from the inside. "

There was a bit of disbelief in Li Zhenren's tone, as well as a complicated sigh.

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the second prince, and then he returned to calm: "I remember that the sword bells in Jianchi Palace were rung to find the fate of the sword, and the judgment was based on the number of bells."

"It is fate to be able to ring the sword bell less than three times."

"If you ring the sword bell nine times, you are very destined. The Jianchi Palace can make a sword for you, with a rank of third grade."

"The sword bell oscillates for eighteen times. It is extremely destined. Jianchi Palace can cast a second-grade sword handle for it."

"My old uncle, in front of Jianchi Lake, was wearing a tattered bamboo sword, and he banged the sword bell for eighteen times just to win the green mountain. This made the old sword master angry. He couldn't help but open his eyes that had been closed for centuries and cast his gaze. "

"At this moment, there are only three rings...but whether it is inside or outside the bell, it is nothing."

The second prince said softly.

King Jiangling glanced at the second prince, and a smile appeared on his elegant and almost demonic face.

"Just because of your confidence, between Zhao Shenyan and you, I will choose you."

Jiangling Wang Dao, but he couldn't hear whether the words were ridicule or praise.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, smiled nonchalantly and raised his hand to touch the golden sand between his eyebrows.

"Zhenren Li, although the Tianshi Mansion is a Taoist sect, it also has the inheritance of swordsmanship. If I use the power of the Purple Qi Golden Lotus to ring the sword bell... do you think it can break the eighteen bells?"

The second prince asked softly.

The jade stele archway in front of Jianchi Palace was quiet, with only the faint sound of drizzle falling on the bluestone filling the air.

Li Qingchuan, a Taoist from the Tianshi Mansion, was stunned when he heard this, and continued to smile with embarrassment: "The Purple Qi Golden Lotus is a rare object of the Tianshi Mansion where the luck has been condensed. It should not be difficult to ring the bell, but to break the eighteen bells... Poor The road is really unpredictable.”

These frank words made the second prince's eyes show excitement.

The corners of King Jiangling's lips also showed an interested smile.

The three of them stepped through the drizzle and walked into it.

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The changes in all parties in Jianchi Lake naturally caused Su Muzhe to wake up from his shock reaction.

She turned to look at Anle, her eyes bright, and then he looked at Zhao Huangting, his eyes as tender as water.

"Ms. sir, I believe you!"

When Zhao Huangting heard this, he stroked his beard and smiled. Although he was also shocked, at this time, he naturally had to show a calm look.

"You have to trust my eyes, your husband-in-law."

Zhao Huangting spoke calmly, but his tone was somewhat complacent.

Su Muzhe pursed his lips and smiled, looking at the figures that were stepping on swords or riding sword light, he raised his hand and waved lightly.

Most of the sword cultivators never came closer, but just sat with their swords straight and watched from a distance.

But there are exceptions.

For example, the middle-aged man who came from the old swordsmith's side and landed next to everyone, his eyes immediately fell on Anle.

I can confirm in my heart that it was this boy who caused the sword bell to ring three times.

"Hey, isn't this Lao Wan?"

"haven't seen you for a long time."

When Zhao Huangting saw the visitor, he couldn't help but smile and say hello.

The middle-aged man looked stiff and glanced at Zhao Huangting coldly, as if he was surprised why this extremely annoying guy was here again.

"Wan Jieliu, you have been learning sword making with Master Wang for so many years, but have you achieved anything famous? Have you produced a famous sword for me to show you?"

However, Zhao Huangting was already accustomed to strange things and knew the temperament of this person.

"Who is this young man?"

The middle-aged man was shirtless, looking at Anle, his eyes shining, and asked.

"Didn't you see the green hills around his waist? I gave him the green hills as a gift. They are my old friends." Zhao Huangting said with a smile.

Wan Jieliu ignored Zhao Huangting and stared at Anle, looking at it carefully, as if looking at a perfect sword embryo, his eyes gradually became a little fiery.

"He hasn't rang the bell yet. The teacher is looking forward to him ringing a few times, so he asked me to take a look."

Wan Jieliu said.

Zhao Huangting and Su Muzhe were both stunned. They did not expect that Anle would attract the attention of the old swordsmith whose status in the Jianchi Palace was second only to the old sword master before Anle rang the bell.

The peace and happiness at this moment is gradually recovering from the state of self-destruction of Tao and Fruit.

Because the [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit was constantly trembling, Anle couldn't help but make up his mind, and began to bless the years of Qi, allowing the Dao Fruit to transform itself.

He sacrificed a wisp of the golden age energy he had just obtained and the original [Collapsing Sword] Tao Fruit.

However, the first gleam of golden age is not very golden, and I have never observed it, so I don't feel bad if I sacrifice An Le.

As for the sacrifice of [Bengjian] Dao Fruit, Anle is even less distressed. Although Bengjian's failure is very impressive, now he has already mastered the essence of Bengjian, even without Dao Fruit. , can still be displayed perfectly.

For him who has the [Eternal Wizard] and [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit, this kind of swordsmanship might be good at first, but it will slowly become useless.

【Sword Body】Tao Fruit changes Anle's physique and even his attitude towards the sword.

If Daoguo, a natural swordsman, increases Anle's understanding of the sword, then the emergence of the divine sword body is equivalent to turning Anle into a magnet, and the sword will have a great attraction for him.

The former is man against sword, the latter is sword against man.

That's a transformation of identity!

Even, at this moment, Anle's understanding of the sword suddenly reached a new level.

He had a new understanding of the three swords of Ci Pai passed down by Zhao Huangting: Zhuzhi, Fangcao and Young You.

The sword furnace clanged between the eyebrows, and the perception of the sword waterfall diagram became clearer and clearer. Even the vision of the future sword energy of the green mountain covered with thick fog became clear.

The future sword energy left by the Holy Master gave him a vague glimpse of the reality.

It's like a leap in understanding the way of swordsmanship.

The connection between Qingshan and Mochi around his waist became closer and closer to Anle. Anle could even feel the real emotions in the two swords as if they were beating in the heart.

The sword can communicate with gods.

Su Muzhe once shepherded three thousand swords, and Anle felt the emotional change between each sword and Su Muzhe.

But now, Anle can also feel the sword's emotions.

This may be the intention of the Sword God.

Of course, today's peace and happiness are still far from the realm of a true sword god, but with the Tongshen Sword Body, becoming a sword god is no longer a problem.

Anle opened his eyes, and the sword energy between heaven and earth suddenly dispersed and returned to his body.

The sword bell rang three times, as if it had completed the welcoming ceremony, and fell back to the stone platform again, shaking off the dust, and everything returned to calm.

A gentle breeze blows from the Jianchi Lake, carrying the still cold water vapor and sword energy.

The people around Sword Bell, who were in the mood to ring the bell, were a little confused and confused at this moment, as if they didn't quite understand why Sword Bell suddenly came to him like this.

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Of course, not everyone knows the reason.

Lu Ziwei, the woman in blue from Dali Kingdom's Star List, thought of something and turned her head to look in the direction of Anle, her eyes twinkling.

In addition, there was also a man wearing green clothes who was a disciple of Jianchi Palace. He turned around and saw that there was self-generated sword energy in his body, as if he could not suppress the ups and downs of his emotions.

"Anle, the three of you can go to the edge of Jianchi Lake. Don't be anxious about ringing the bell. Sit cross-legged around the stone platform and brew up the mood for ringing the bell."

"Every time you ring the sword bell, it is of great significance. It is beneficial to sorting out your own cultivation and understanding your own swordsmanship. However, the bell must be consistent and cannot stop. Therefore, brew up a good mood and ring it in one go. The bell is crucial.”

Zhao Huangting looked at Anle, Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng.

Of course, the main thing was to talk about Anle. Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng... were just here to make up the numbers.

Lin Qingyin was a very elegant girl. She was not good at using a sword, and she didn't even like fighting.

Lin Zhuifeng had a fire stick on his waist, so he was naturally not interested in swords.

Zhao Huangting did not expect them to ring the sword bell, but he was full of expectations for An Le.

The sword bell started ringing before he even got close. If he really started ringing the bell, would he be able to get close to the record set by the old sword master?

An Le clasped his fists and bowed, saying goodbye to Zhao Huangting, Su Muzhe and the shirtless man who appeared later. The three of them walked all the way to Sword Bell under the falling spring rain.

Many disciples of Jianchi Palace, as well as practitioners of Dali Kingdom's Star List, all looked at the three people walking towards them.

Lu Ziwei, a woman in blue, stared at Anle. She felt a sharp sword energy on the young man. The young man... seemed to be a sword.

The azure long sword on her leg, at this moment, she couldn't help but cheer because of the boy's approach...

At this moment, everyone around Sword Bell released their swords to suppress their own minds, preventing the swords from rushing towards the young man and causing embarrassing jokes.

Anle found a clean spot on the lawn and smiled at the people around him. His handsome and charming face made many female disciples of Jianchi Palace blush.

The drizzle sprinkled on the white clothes, and then soaked into the clothes, bringing a little moisturizing.

Anle slowly closed her eyes and began to smooth out the undulating Qi in her body due to its transformation into a divine sword body.

The world seemed to become quiet.

After experiencing the initial commotion, everyone around them began to regain their breath and prepare their emotions.

Although the atmosphere has become quiet, everyone knows that the real noise and explosion comes after the quiet.

Lu Ziwei, a woman in blue, gently stroked the blue sword with her slender white palms, her eyelashes trembling slightly, feeling the emotions stirring in the sword.

The woman stood up slowly, her blue gauze skirt spreading and falling like starlight.

As soon as she got up, she attracted too many people's attention.

This woman with a special status, who is number one on the star list of Dali Kingdom, naturally has an astonishing reputation.

Step by step, she reached the stone platform.

It was extremely huge, and on the surface it looked like a big bell made of swords one after another. It seemed to be lingering with the heavy breath of time, and it just stood in front of her.

The woman raised her hand, and the azure long sword suddenly flashed in her hand. Finally, she held it in her hand in the direction of the hilt and hit the sword bell hard.

On the surface of the sword clock, invisible sword energy spread out in ripples.

The frost grass on the grass was blown sideways.

The woman's long blue dress was flying, but the sword bell finally floated up, as if the countless swords melted in it collided with each other, making a dull sword bell sound!

On the surface of the calm Jianchi Lake, a layer of white waves suddenly appeared as the bell sounded, swaying all the way into the distance.

The woman rang the sword bell, but this was just the beginning!

Even strong men such as Zhao Huangting and Su Muzhe all have their eyes on women.

The woman's black hair is like a waterfall, and there seems to be stars floating in the ends of her hair.

She held the sword with her backhand and pushed out her palm. The sword energy exploded in her palm like a whirlpool and hit the surface of the sword clock.

The swords inside jingled and collided, making another sound!

The woman's jade-white skin seemed to tremble with the sound of the bell at this moment.

The sword energy in the body is boiling, and the mind, energy and blood are being baptized to varying degrees.

Dongdongdong...

One bell after another lingered, exploding between heaven and earth.

On the surface of Jianchi Lake, white waves surged like dragon snakes, constantly stacking up and hitting the cliff-like shore of the lake, exploding into cold water splashes carrying sword energy.

After seventeen consecutive rings, the sword bell levitated away from the stone platform, a full two inches high!

winter!

However, at this point, the sword energy of the woman in blue has been exhausted and there is no way to continue. Holding the calm blue sword, she floats out of the stone platform and onto the grass. She closes her eyes to cultivate, and the sword energy all over her body is intertwined. Sorting out the harvest.

The sound of uproar undulated around the sword bell.

The disciples of Jianchi Palace were all surprised. After all, the seventeen bells of the sword bell were enough to overwhelm the younger generation of Jianchi Palace and take the lead.

The geniuses on the Star List of Dali Kingdom smiled excitedly, but they all felt that it was natural for a woman to do this.

Sitting on the lawn, the genius of Jianchi Palace in green clothes also stood up.

Taking one step forward, the sword energy spread out from under his feet.

The innate energy lingers around the whole body, and between the opening and closing of the soul between the eyebrows, the mind is like an electric dragon galloping behind the dusk clouds.

"Lv Thirteen of Jianchi Palace, please ring the sword bell today."

The man spoke.

His eyes were looking at the still-closed woman in blue, Lu Ziwei.

Step by step on the stone platform, the sword behind Lu Shisan was unsheathed and instantly rose into the sky, as if it turned into a dragon and crashed into the sword bell.

As the sword leader of the younger generation of Jianchi Palace, this was Lu Shisan's first time to ring the sword bell, because he had felt that it was not the right time to ring the bell before.

The emotions he had been harboring for a long time burst out today.

The woman ringing the bell seventeen is also his motivation!

"when--"

The sword bell was rung without any suspense.

The exploding bells set off white waves on Jianchi Lake.

The sound has passed nine times and has not stopped yet.

The disciples of Jianchi Palace were in high spirits, but after the fifteenth ring, they could no longer continue.

Lu Shisan sighed and floated out of the stone platform. His whole body was full of sword energy, and he worked on the ground to sort out the harvest.

After ringing the bell for fifteen times, the woman still missed two.

The woman in blue, Lu Ziwei, finally opened her eyes and gave Lu Shisan a serious look. She could ring the bell for fifteen times, but she was absolutely outstanding. There are also geniuses in this generation of Jianchi Palace.

However, the woman's eyes moved for a while, and finally fell on Anle.

This young man who previously caused the sword bell to ring...

Lu Shisan also understood and followed the woman's gaze to Anle.

There was no confrontation, more of a peaceful exchange of ideas.

Communicate through the sound of swords and bells.

Under the gazes of the two, Anle smiled. With the sound of the sword bells they rang, the ups and downs of sword energy in Anle's body had calmed down. The energy and blood in Anle's body even surged, and the sword furnace between the eyebrows continued to clang.

No more emotions were brewing, because the impatience released by the Tongshen Sword and the sword energy surging in every inch of flesh and blood made him stand up slowly.

The young man's white clothes fluttered, and his sleeves were full of spring breeze.

Step by step, we climbed onto the stone platform where the ancient sword bell rested quietly.

Suddenly, wanton laughter sounded.

On the bluestone road in the distance.

The three of them came quickly.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, was dressed in gorgeous clothes. The golden sand between his eyebrows shone brightly. He took one step at a time, each step covering a distance of tens of meters. In just a few steps, he landed on the sword bell stone platform as if he had stepped through the air. above.

The aura on Zhao Pei's body was surging, and the golden sand between his brows seemed to come alive.

"I want to ring the bell, you go down."

Zhao Pei looked at Anle with a smile.

There was no doubt in his words.

The words fell.

The golden sand between his brows suddenly burst out with brilliant golden light, like a golden lotus blooming quietly in a celestial pool, with purple energy lingering like a dragon, entangled around Zhao Pei's body.

A general trend is pressing down, trying to push Anle out of the stone platform, turning Anle into a joke, and affecting his mood for ringing the bell.

However, at this moment of peace and happiness, the sword energy in the Tongshen Sword body is almost about to explode.

Faced with the overwhelming pressure of the Purple Qi Golden Lotus.

Like an enraged angry dragon!

boom! ! !

The long-lost invincibility suddenly took over Anle's body. He opened his fangs and roared filial piety in front of the blooming purple golden lotus.

Infinite sword energy bursts out from the Anletong Shenjian body and merges into the invincible force.

With a flick of its tail, the heavenly dragon transformed by its invincible power swept away the condensed golden lotus of purple energy and the ugly second prince whose expression suddenly changed.

The heavenly dragon transformed by the invincible force merged with the sword energy that could not wait to be released from the body of the Tongshen Sword.

It hit the sword bell hard.

The sword bell instantly hung nine inches high!

The bells and sword chants resounded like an explosion in an instant, rolling out in ripples, causing waves of ten feet high to rise on the Jianchi Lake that had just returned to calm!

At the same time, on the stone platform, the young man in white began to chant in high spirits.

"one."

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