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

"We have traveled eight thousand miles to the capital of Yuan and Mongolia. Would you like to see the mountains and rivers of China together?"

Zhao Huangting's words were filled with unprecedented pride and surging fighting spirit.

Going north to see the Central Plains and fighting Emperor Yuan Meng was a wish that Zhao Huangting had set long ago, and it was also the last regret in his life.

One of his regrets was that he had never fought for Qingshan, and now this regret was made up for by An Le.

And fighting against Emperor Yuan Meng again for a smooth victory was a regret he had had for five hundred years. Anle could not make up for this regret, he had to make up for it himself.

Therefore, heading north is the path destined to be taken.

However, Zhao Huangting, who had ignited the fire of Nirvana in Lin'an Mansion, was not in a hurry to go north. Of course, without the help of Master Suzhu's Heart Sword that time, Zhao Huangting might have had to choose to go north because his life was about to end.

But after getting the Heart Sword to suppress the Nirvana Fire, he brought Anle to Jianchi Palace, where Qingshan finally made his move.

His last regret was satisfied.

Moreover, Zhao Huangting also saw a great heroism through the Qingshan sword.

Seeing the first emperor of eternity, even if only a stone figurine was left, he was still brave enough to kill an immortal with one step.

In the eyes of the world, the immortals who were aloof and seeking immortality were such noble beings, but under the sword of the first emperor of all time, they were nothing more than withered bones.

Zhao Huangting still remembered what the old swordsman who gave him the Qingshan Sword once said to him.

"The heroic spirit in the green mountains can break down the mountains and fill up the vast sea. If you can finally see it one day, it will be a great joy and great benefit without regrets in the world."

The old swordsman's face had already been etched in Zhao Huangting's memory.

But Zhao Huangting always remembered these words. For this reason, he rushed to Jianchi Palace and entered Jianchi Palace just to fight for Qingshan.

But in the end they all failed.

But today, on the eve of the end of his life, he finally saw the great joy and heroic spirit mentioned in the sword.

It turns out that the real heroism in the world is to draw the sword like those beings that are clearly invincible. If you can win, it will be more heroic. Even if you can't win, the universe will be full of heroism.

That's enough.

The so-called heroic spirit is nothing more than a regret-free and happy experience.

Zhao Huangting clearly understood this. Of course, this was just his perception, but the practice of life in this world is based on his own perception.

Watching the green hills take off, making amends for regrets, you can finally devote yourself to a challenge that has been waiting for five hundred years.

He handed Qingshan back to Anle, his eyes were shining, and his whole person had undergone a huge transformation.

Anle took it with a smile and replied: "I wish for it."

Go north and look at the middle land, and you won't find it.

What a bold and bold young man!

Zhao Huangting suddenly laughed, and the majestic aura spread without any cover, like a python that had been curled up for endless years. At this moment, it completely broke free from its restraints and roared towards the world.

He took one step forward, and endless sword energy burst out from his body!

It was like turning into a sword energy beam that illuminated the dark night.

Countless sword energy swirled around Zhao Huangting's fingertips, and finally pointed towards the north.

It’s like shouting to the whole Middle-earth!

"Emperor Yuan, wait until I go north to climb the 100-foot-long city tower of Dadu and come to fight with my sword!"

The sword energy came out like a dragon, heading straight to the north.

On this night, the stars and moonlight were torn apart.

The sword energy dragon was extremely fast, just like flying through the clouds and riding on the mist, it crossed the Canglang River in the blink of an eye.

The waves of the river are like thousands of piles of snow.

The river bank stretches endlessly, with large armies stationed and military tents blooming like flowers.

Many soldiers who were practicing raised their heads one after another. Many generals and generals stepped out of their tents and looked up at the bright and bright sword energy dragon that stretched across the river to the middle of the north.

There is a heroic smile in the dragon, and it seems that the echoing voice of Zhao Huangting is rolling!

A figure ascended to the sky, carrying a pitch-black spear on its back. The spear was as bright as the stars.

This person is Ye Longsheng, the peerless general of the Zhao Dynasty.

Ye Longsheng's hair was flying, and his eyes were like iron. He looked at the sword energy dragon that stretched across the land of Middle Earth, and the corners of his lips murmured, full of complex expressions.

"Use the sword energy and dragon to shout to Emperor Yuan Meng, be upright and let the world witness."

Ye Longsheng exhaled: "It's so strong and so happy."

"The bullfighter is brave and majestic, and he vows to avenge himself directly."

"Destroy the stubborn evil and return to the middle of the country, don't ask about the tens of thousands of princes who ascend to the altar."

The sword on his waist was full of red sword energy, echoing the sword energy dragon that crossed the Canglang River and swept straight to the north.

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Not only the peerless general Ye Longsheng, but also the generals on the Canglang River battlefield all rose into the air, their blood boiling and their eyes shining.

Wu Kuidi Zang had already rushed to the battlefield, his hair disheveled, wearing a bronze mask, and his eyes were full of wantonness.

Li Youan was surrounded by stars, swords and swords were flying across the sky, and the sound of the sword seemed to make the stars cry.

Countless people watched the sword energy dragon crossing the river and heading north.

In the land of Middle-earth, on the dusty and nameless paths.

An old man in a Confucian shirt rode a donkey and looked up. He couldn't help but sigh when he saw the sword-qi dragon calling for the capital of Yuan and Meng.

The donkey moved forward slowly, and the comet-like sword energy had long since disappeared, leaving only the darkness shrouded in Middle-earth.

at the same time.

In the vast Middle-earth territory occupied by the Yuan-Meng Empire, Yuan-Meng flags were planted on all the majestic cities that belonged to the Middle-earth. While the flags were flying, there was a strong mind and blood lingering on the city towers.

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Suddenly, one after another cultivators from the Yuanmeng Empire who were stationed in the city raised their heads and saw the sword dragon flying across the sky, listening to the voice of the peerless sword immortal shouting.

In the sky above each majestic city, there are strong men standing in the sky.

Some people sneered, some showed disdain, some didn't take it seriously, and some just took it as a joke.

"It has been five hundred years since Your Majesty broke through the Tenth Realm. The swordsman of Zhao, who has gathered the Earth Dragon Vein and inflicted it on himself, fled south. Challenging Your Majesty is just a matter of death."

"This sword energy is the aura of Zhao Huangting, a member of the Great Zhao royal family. During the battle when he moved south, this person exchanged swords with His Majesty three times and escaped in embarrassment. Now that the end is approaching, I want to have a good time."

"Such propaganda is just to please the public. Eight thousand roads north to our capital of Yuanmeng. The former general of the capital is Ru Lin. This person may not even be able to see His Majesty's face."

"If he dares to come to such an arrogant person, he will never come back. His body will be hung on the capital city tower for all the world to see!"

…

Above the majestic city, a powerful man who respected the Yuan Meng Empire sneered.

The sword energy dragon flew across the sky, but no one could stop it.

In just one night, it spanned eight thousand miles, broke through the clouds, and smashed towards the majestic city that seemed to rise from the ground.

The capital of Yuan and Meng stretches across the earth, like a general with a sword and a horse, sitting upright in the world.

When the sword energy dragon approaches.

In the capital, majestic auras were released one after another!

The Yuanmeng Capital is the central place of the Yuanmeng Empire. All the strong men of the Yuanmeng Empire gather here. Their spirit and luck are so strong that even those from the Nine Realms must keep a low profile when entering here.

The sword energy dragon approached, accompanied by Zhao Huangting's sharp shout.

Suddenly, many powerful men from the Nine Realms of the Yuanmeng Empire rose up from the sky, their eyes wide open with anger, and they struck at the Sword Qi Dragon.

However, the sword energy dragon exploded in front of Dadu. The sound waves surged and the shouts spread across eight thousand miles and hit the majestic hundred-foot city wall of Dadu.

Within most of the city.

The extremely burly Emperor Yuanmeng slowly opened his eyes, listening to the voice, his face neither happy nor sad.

This sword energy reminded him of that scene five hundred years ago.

During the battle when Da Zhaonan fled across the river, a man looked up to the sky and laughed, and came to kill him with a broken bamboo sword. It was just three swords. It really showed the style of a swordsman in the world.

Unfortunately, for him, it was nothing more than that.

After three sword blows, the man fled in panic.

But what Emperor Yuan Meng really cared about was that he once held the Broken Bamboo Sword between his two fingers with his supreme cultivation of breaking the ten realms. He wanted to break the sword, but he couldn't.

That time, he only remembered a yellowed and tattered bamboo sword.

Now, five hundred years have passed by in a flash.

The man once again held his sword and pointed at it while shouting.

Emperor Yuan Meng found it interesting.

I wonder if this time, I can make him remember people instead of swords.

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By Jianchi Lake.

Zhao Huangting's momentum was overwhelming, and he shouted to the Middle Earth, causing the sword energy dragon to move northward, as if he was sending a letter of challenge to Emperor Yuan Meng, who was number one in the world, in advance.

Although he did not elicit a response from Emperor Yuanmeng, Zhao Huangting felt guilt-free and happy.

His trip to the north this time was originally intended to be vigorous and vigorous, so naturally he would not act in a timid manner. He wanted everyone to know that he was Zhao Huangting.

The stars are about to disappear, and the dawn light is gone, and the clouds are red and floating in the sky.

After Zhao Huangting's domineering words, he asked Anle to go back and repair himself before setting off northward at dawn.

An Le naturally had no objections. Bathed in the morning starlight, he left Jianchi Palace and returned to his residence in Jinguan City.

Put on clean white clothes.

Anle sat cross-legged under the persimmon tree. The rain had stopped, but the air was still filled with moisture, which was thick and uncomfortable.

In Jianchi Lake and his party, Anle gained a lot. He assisted senior Wang Yansheng to forge the first-class sword Swallow Returns to the Nest. Anle's body was greatly improved. In the Dantian, the innate spiritual energy was cultivated over and over again. Come more and more.

Moreover, the process of forging the sword was also a forging of his body, removing impurities and making the body stronger and purer.

Nowadays, his physical training can be said to be at the middle level of the Five Realms, and the only shortcoming is that there is too little condensation of innate spiritual energy.

If you want to reach the point where the innate spiritual energy gathers into a sea in your Dantian, and step into the sixth realm of observing the sea of ​​qi, you are still far away.

On the other hand, Anle's spiritual cultivation has improved significantly.

In the process of fighting for Qingshan, the Heart Sword was completely forged, and Anle's mind instantly became stronger. The glow behind the Forgotten Soul reached a height of a hundred feet under the Shining Sword!

In the realm of forgetfulness, Xiaguang represents potential and talent.

But today's Baizhang Xiaguang is not even the limit for Anle. Although he has condensed his heart sword, Anle can continue to grow stronger.

As for how many feet this sitting Wangxiaguang can reach, it is still unknown.

After setting off for the Qingshan Mountain, Anle visualized it again, only to see that the Qingshan Mountain became very clear, the clouds and fog were no longer there, the stone paths littered with dead bamboo and fallen leaves in the mountain were clearly visible, and he could even see the man he had carried to the tenth level. Imperial stone figurines.

Under such clear visualization, the soul is getting stronger at an extremely fast speed, and the glow is also growing rapidly, but it is still a little far from the bottleneck.

The physical and mental training has reached the fifth level, and it is not an ordinary fifth level. Now Anle can feel that his strength has been greatly improved.

If he had another fight with Ye Yinping, who was in the Double Five Realm before, Anle would be sure to defeat him easily.

As for the battle with the white girl Ye Wenxi, although Anle was not sure about the girl's cultivation, he was very confident in his current cultivation.

Once you fight, you will definitely win.

Within the Double Five Realm, he was comfortable and confident that it would be difficult to encounter an opponent.

Repair and examine your own cultivation, make full preparations for the next trip north, and adjust your energy, blood, spirit, soul, etc. to the best condition.

Anle stood up, and a breeze blew slowly. There was no sunshine in the sky today, and the accumulated sunshine of the plum rain blocked the sky.

Anle didn't stay in the yard for long, so he left the yard.

He wears Qingshan on his left waist, and Ding Fengbo and sword on his right waist.

On his back is a sword box gifted by Wang Yansheng. The first-grade sword Yan Guiqiao is hidden in the box. In addition, Mo Chi is also hidden in the box.

It makes Anle look much fresher overall.

After locking the courtyard door, Anle walked out of Persimmon Lane, stepped onto the long street, and walked all the way to Jianchi Palace.

The Jianchi Palace was quite lively today.

The continuous sound of hammering on weekdays was not heard at all today.

Every disciple of Jianchi Palace and the swordsmith walked out of the house one after another and gathered in a dark crowd in front of the stone tablet archway of Jianchi Palace.

Such a grand occasion is really rare to see on weekdays.

When An Le arrived, the disciples of Jianchi Palace bowed to him respectfully and saluted him. When An Le heard this, he also bowed to him.

Anle rang the sword bell thirty-six times, and together with senior Wang Yansheng, he created the first-class Yan Guichao, which was praised by the old sword master. Now Anle has already become famous in the Jianchi Palace and has become the leader of all Jianchi Palaces. The object of admiration of the palace disciples.

Therefore, everyone came to see Anle off.

They all knew that Anle would go to the capital of Yuanmeng with Senior Zhao Huangting today to see the mountains and rivers of Central China.

Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng also came. The two girls were safe in Jianchi Palace. However, when they learned that Anle was about to go north with Zhao Huangting, they also showed worries.

Lin Zhuifeng even said he wanted to follow him to the north, but unfortunately he was rejected.

Lin Qingyin knew that her cultivation was low, so she did not say that she would follow him, but she only wished Anle a safe return.

Lu Shisan came over and chatted with Anle. In Jianchi Palace, Lu Shisan was the person with the best relationship with Anle. The two had chatted a lot. Lu Shisan also took Anle to see many Jianchi Palaces. disciple.

Anle was quite friendly to Lu Shisan, the chief of Jianchi Palace.

"Brother An, do you really want to follow Senior Zhao eight thousand miles north to the capital of Yuanmeng?"

Lu Shisan asked with some worry.

After the Yuan-Meng Empire invaded and occupied the land of Middle-earth, the vast Middle-earth has already undergone earth-shaking changes and is no longer the peaceful land it once was.

When the people of Middle-earth walk on the land of Middle-earth, they are easily exposed to unwarranted accusations and killings by the powerful men of the Yuan-Meng Empire.

"Senior Zhao naturally has no reason to refuse the invitation. Moreover... China is my homeland. I once recited a saying, 'Start over from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.' , where do you have the courage and reason to convince yourself to regain your homeland?”

Anle said with a smile.

Lu Shisan was stunned when he heard this.

"well said."

In the distance, Zhao Huangting and Su Muzhe came together.

The two of them were accompanied by Wang Yansheng and Wan Jieliu.

Zhao Huangting is dressed in plain clothes, carrying a yellow pear wood sword box on his back, his sleeves are breezy, and he does not have too many cumbersome decorations.

He looked at Anle with burning eyes, and there was a vague boiling Qi surging in his body.

"The land of Middle-earth has been handed over to the Yuan-Meng Empire for five hundred years. Many new practitioners have even forgotten what their homeland is like. Many people are clamoring to regain the Middle-earth, but throughout their lives, they have never even crossed the Canglang River. Pass."

"Therefore, I think you are right." Zhao Huangting said with a smile.

Regarding Anle, Zhao Huangting could always feel different surprises from him.

Today's words are also the reason why Zhao Huangting wants to take Anle north to see the land of China.

"Lao Wan, you are also going to the capital of Yuanmeng and waiting outside the capital. I will take Anle all the way north to see the beautiful mountains and rivers of China. In the end, I will leave Anle outside the capital of Yuanmeng. If I can't leave, When you leave Yuanmeng Dadu, you can come back with peace and happiness."

"Remember, you have to bring it back intact."

Zhao Huangting looked at Wanjie Liu and said seriously.

The identities of Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe are too sensitive. Once they cross the Canglang River, they will inevitably attract the attention of the powerful Yuan-Meng Empire.

After all, one is the best swordsmith in the world, and the other is the master of the Sword Pond Palace, both of whom are extraordinary people.

Wan Jieliu's identity is a little more ordinary. Although he is also a practitioner of the Nine Realms, he is obsessed with sword making and has no impressive achievements, so he is not eye-catching.

However, since Zhao Huangting entrusted Wan Jieliu with the task of bringing Anle back, he naturally knew Wan Jieliu's strength very well.

"rest assured."

"Young Master An is the hope of my Jianchi Palace. Even if I, Wan Jie Liu, seem to die, I will bring Young Master An back safely."

Wan Jieliu Dandan said.

Wang Yansheng took out a sword box and handed it to Wan Jieliu.

"There are eighteen swords hidden in this sword box, which can form a sword array with unparalleled power. Remember, don't be reluctant to fight. Your purpose is to bring Mr. An back."

"Although the land of Middle-earth is now the territory of the Yuanmeng Empire, it is not difficult for a Nine Realm leader to just bring one person back."

"I hope there is no need to use the sword array hidden in my sword box."

Wang Yansheng's sword was silver-haired, with a hint of sigh in his eyes.

Then everyone fell silent and looked at Zhao Huangting.

Zhao Huangting laughed.

"I'm going to the capital of Yuanmeng to have a smooth experience and no regrets. Why are you looking like this?"

"Just wait and see, I will definitely have a hearty battle with Emperor Yuanmeng."

Zhao Huangting laughed.

Su Muzhe had already pursed his lips and didn't say a word.

She knew that separation would eventually come, but she never imagined that this day would come so quickly.

However, Su Muzhe would not act as a little daughter to stop Zhao Huangting from going north, because in Su Muzhe's heart, Zhao Huangting would always be the heroic guest who traveled the world.

If a bamboo guest is not heroic, is he still a bamboo guest?

"Mr., take care."

Su Muzhe finally spoke.

"Take care of yourself."

Zhao Huangting said softly.

The next moment, Zhao Huangting burst out laughing, his plain clothes flying and his white hair flying freely!

The sword pointed towards the sky, and the yellow pear wood sword box on his back suddenly opened, and the silver light of the bull shot shot into the sky, smashing into the misty dusk clouds!

The sword light wrapped around Zhao Huangting's body and soared upward.

"Little friend An, raise your sword!"

An Le smiled, his soul surged, his heroic spirit surged, and he jumped up onto a silver sword light.

Zhao Huangting stood beside Anle, with his hands behind his back and his long eyebrows floating.

"The mountains are high and the rivers are long. Everyone in Jianchi Palace, we are destined to meet again!"

Zhao Huangting laughed.

A huge sword light rose from in front of the mountain gate of Jianchi Palace!

Buzz buzz...

The swords of every Jianchi Palace disciple trembled.

They raised their heads one after another, and all the swords at their waists were unsheathed. The sword tips were pointed upward, hanging several feet in the air, densely packed like a forest of swords.

In Jinguan City.

The swords worn by soldiers, vendors, scholars, etc. were also sensed, and they followed him out of their sheaths, with the sword tip facing upwards, floating several feet in the air.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Huangting and Anle.

The old man and the new man stood above the sword light.

The light of the sword tore through the dusk clouds, and the sun shone down, reflecting the two people on the sword, shining brightly, and the earth on earth shimmered!

The sword roar exploded, and the next moment, the sword light galloped up and headed north!

The densely packed swords floating in front of Jianchi Palace, as well as all the swords floating in Jinguan City, as the sword light moves northward, the sword tips gradually shift, and they all point to the north!

Wan Jieliu took a deep breath, took a step forward, and was also enveloped in the sword light. He escaped silently and instantly, following Zhao Huangting's northward sword light!

The Sword Immortal travels to the North Sea and Mu Cangwu!

The sword light flashed across the gap like a white horse, and in an instant it reached the surging Canglang River!

boom! ! !

Huge waves broke out and thousands of piles of snow piled up!

A strong man's mind swept over to watch the sword light coming from him!

Ye Long ascended to the sky, followed by Ye Wenxi, Man Jianghong and Xiao Chongshan, whose swords were full of clang.

Zhao Huangting and An Le were bathed in the sword light and nodded slightly towards the peerless general guarding the Canglang River battlefield.

An Le also smiled and bowed to Ye Wenxi with his fists clasped.

Ye Wenxi pursed her red lips and bowed in return.

As Ye Longsheng ascended to the sky, more and more generals rose into the sky and watched silently.

Not too many words.

The Canglang River is a strange and dangerous place in the world. It has its own unique characteristics. No one can fly across the river. If you want to cross the river, you must cross the river.

Zhao Huangting was carrying a first-grade sword and shot Niudou's sword, and the sword suddenly fell to the river. The river broke to both sides, and the waves surged!

And to the north of Canglang River.

There is a terrifying surge of energy and blood, and on the side of Yuanmeng's army, there are several peerless generals flying across the sky!

The oppressive breath seemed to be burning into the void.

The continuous body is like a city wall of Qi and blood, trying to force the sword light to stop!

However, when Zhao Huangting faced the obstruction of such a strong man, he looked up to the sky and laughed, and the fire of Nirvana surged up behind him, burning the void.

Zhao Huangting's momentum is rising steadily!

In an instant, the river flowed backwards!

The sword light of She Niu Dou is extremely bright, and the clanging sword energy spurts endlessly!

"I, Zhao Huangting, am back!"

Then a whole line of galloping sword light rose from the river, like a peerless dragon emerging from the river, and crashed into the land of Jiangbei!

There is a peerless swordsman in the south. He brings great courage and crosses the north of the Yangtze River as promised!

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