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

The sky was filled with evening clouds, and purple lightning rolled in the clouds, as if a dragon hidden in it was spying on the world.

A piece of cold snow floated down from the evening clouds and landed on Anle's nose. It soon melted away. Anle looked up and saw heavy snow falling from the sky.

In the south, snow is rarely seen. Only in the deep winter can you see snow falling.

In the north, the scene of heavy snow is very common and common. The snow scene is beautiful, but for many people, heavy snow means separation of life and death.

Wan Jie Liu stood quietly beside Anle, and the Nine Realms Qi wrapped Anle to protect his safety.

In fact, Wan Jie Liu's eyes were also complicated, watching Zhao Huangting, who turned into a horizontal thunder between heaven and earth and fearlessly rushed towards the magnificent city that stretched across the land of the Middle Earth and absorbed the dragon veins.

Finally, a touch of admiration surged in my heart.

As a kid who had been following Su Muzhe and snorting since childhood, he had a lifelong admiration for his senior sister Su Muzhe. However, one day, the senior sister he respected and wanted to spend his whole life with returned with a scoundrel after traveling around the world.

Wan Jie Liu's young heart suffered an unprecedented shock, as if a sword had pierced his heart.

From that day on, Wan Jie Liu never had a good face towards Zhao Huangting.

When he knew that Zhao Huangting was still unclear with the saint of the demon clan, he wanted to draw his sword and stab Zhao Huangting thousands of times.

Wan Jie Liu had always looked down on Zhao Huangting, but today, his thoughts changed slightly. Zhao Huangting still had some skills and commendable places to make his senior sister devote her life.

At least, at the last moment of his life, he could ignite the fire of Nirvana, step into the north happily, rush to the majestic city, and fight to the death with the Yuan Meng emperor.

He Wan Jie Liu did not have this courage.

Because he did not have it, he admired it.

Anle and Wan Jie Liu were both watching quietly.

And not just them.

The incarnation of a horizontal thunder of heaven and earth, carrying thunder and lightning, fiercely crashed into the city, and said with a bold and heroic speech, "Emperor Yuan, dare you fight?!"

This scene was naturally watched by many top practitioners on the earth.

Perhaps, too many people knew that there would be this battle, so they were waiting for it.

Lin'an Prefecture, in the imperial city.

The emperor of the Zhao family, wearing a golden dragon robe, stepped on the highest point of the Tianxuan Palace with a majestic manner, and sat on the throne that symbolized the power of the Great Zhao. His eyes were deep, as if he looked through the void and only glimpsed the north.

In the stele pavilion that covered the Wenqu stele in the Wenyuan.

The second master Pang Ji stood with his hands behind his back, and the Wenxin Forest behind him slowly swayed in the breeze, raising the sound of the vast sea.

On the sixth mountain of the Holy Mountain, the clouds and rain were shattered.

There was a mortal swordsman carrying a mortal sword box on his back, his hands on his chest, his face was cold and melancholy, and there were three thousand mortal swords hidden in the box, and each sword was wailing.

Ancient temples are hidden in the deep mountains, and time has passed.

In Lan Ke Temple, one of the three Buddhist temples, there are horses neighing in the dark yellow walls.

Wearing a linen robe, Lin Siye, who is feeding hay to a black horse, is leaning against the stable with a hatchet on his waist, looking at the sky with clouds and rain, and sighing softly.

In Ganye Temple.

Master Suzhu sensed that the heart sword she had differentiated collapsed into countless sword qi, and a sigh also appeared on her beautiful face.

The souls leaped, and one after another, the top masters of the world, the souls rose to the sky, sensing the...

The strongest battle of the world that is about to break out in the majestic city in the north.

It can indeed be called the strongest battle of the world, even if it is only as brilliant as fireworks, it is still brilliant.

Zhao Huangting drew out his heart sword, and the fire of Nirvana burned, allowing his state to return to its peak. Because of his perception, Zhao Huangting even took a half step and stepped into the Nirvana realm of the tenth realm.

This can be called a rare battle of the tenth realm in the world.

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Yuan Meng Dadu, as the capital of Yuan Meng after it invaded the Middle Earth.

The city wall is hundreds of feet high, as majestic as a mountain, and it gives people a huge sense of oppression just by looking at it.

Even a great practitioner who has passed the sixth realm will feel oppressive involuntarily when facing this majestic city, and it is difficult for him to exert his full cultivation.

Of course, the purpose of building such a majestic city is not only to oppress the practitioners, but also because the majestic walls of this city are engraved with array patterns.

This array was taken back from the Lotus Temple by the Emperor of Yuan Meng after he went there. It was engraved on the walls of the entire city. Once activated, it was like a giant Buddha descending on the earth, and the oppression was even greater.

When Zhao Huangting ignited the Nirvana Fire and rushed towards Yuanmeng Dadu.

On the city wall, three burly figures stared at him.

"Burn the Nirvana Fire and realize the splendor of the last moment of life."

"The Nirvana Fire of ordinary people will only restore their cultivation to the peak, but this person's current state seems to have allowed him to break the shackles of the extreme and step into the rare double ten realms in the world."

"Even if it is only a moment, it is enough to splendid the world."

As the royal family of the Yuanmeng Empire, the three looked at each other and stepped out one after another. The blood and qi suddenly moved like moving mountains and seas, and suddenly turned into three terrifying and extremely fierce blood beasts, colliding with Zhao Huangting's sword energy and thunder sea!

The Nirvana Fire swept, like a roaring dragon.

On the city wall, the Yuanshen formation was stimulated by the three powerful beings, and a big Buddha emerged, wrapped in blood mist, colliding with the sea of ​​sword energy.

However, the majestic Buddha was cut open before the sword energy and thunder that took the lead.

The figure, whose body was burning with flames, jumped up to the city wall. A bright silver sword released a silver dragon-like sword energy. It was a first-class sword for shooting bullfights.

There is a world of difference between a first-grade sword in the hands of the Tenth Realm and a first-grade sword in the hands of the Sixth Realm.

In this way, Zhao Huangting beheaded the giant Buddha, forced back three members of the Yuanmeng royal family, and stood on the tower of the capital city.

In the majestic city.

Heart, energy, and blood intertwined, and many strong men stared at the romantic swordsman who came to the city in shock and anger.

Never before had the city towers of the capital of the Yuan-Meng Empire been trampled like this!

However, facing Zhao Huangting at this moment, many powerful men in Yuanmeng could only be furious.

Even three powerful royal families were defeated, and they could only watch Zhao Huangting climb the tower and set foot on the most proud tower of the Yuanmeng Empire. What could ordinary practitioners like them do?

The fire of Nirvana envelops the sword energy like a river and sea, covering half of the city, and gradually even covering the entire city.

Zhao Huangting jumped into it, holding the shot ox dou diagonally, his sword energy soaring into the sky.

He has been waiting for this battle for five hundred years.

Today, he finally has no regrets.

The only shortcoming is that the sword he is holding is not Qingshan. It is not that he does not want to hold Qingshan, but that Zhao Huangting feels that Qingshan sword is a sword that he is not qualified to hold now.

It was okay when he didn't know, but when he knew the truth, Zhao Huangting, who had the blood of the Zhao royal family that gave up the Middle Earth to the alien race flowing in his body, held the sword without a face.

Zhao Huangting was dressed in plain clothes, his frosty hair gradually turned black, and his long eyebrows turned into black eyebrows, surging in the fire of Nirvana!

He gently raised his sword and held it out. Countless sword energy gathered in front of him and turned into a huge sword, hanging in the sky above Dadu.

Just a little bit.

The giant sword slashed towards Dadu.

However, as the giant sword fell a few feet away, it was blocked by a burly figure. The burly figure gently raised his hand and held the giant sword.

As soon as the figure appeared, it seemed that for just a moment, it became the focus of the entire world.

Emperor Yuan Meng!

In the capital, the practitioners of the Yuanmeng Empire all showed excitement, as if they were caught in a carnival, and the cheers were as loud as the mountains and the sea.

The figure grabbed the giant sword with one hand, rose slowly, and gradually rose into the air, overlooking Zhao Huangting who was standing on the tower, lingering in the fire of Nirvana.

"I know you, Gu. Five hundred years ago, you once waved your sword at Gu."

"Your sword, I remember it."

Emperor Yuanmeng looked at Zhao Huangting and said calmly, his voice like a loud bell, exploding inside and outside the city.

The falling snow in the sky seemed to be shattered by the words.

The world became quiet for a moment.

In the capital of Yuanmeng, the fanatical Yuanmeng people stared at the emperor who seemed to be as bright as the sun in the sky.

A strong man named Zun Yuan Meng has no intention of continuing to intervene. Now that His Majesty has come out, it means that this battle is about to have a result.

"The sword you have today is not that sword."

"Without that sword, it's boring."

Emperor Yuanmeng looked at Zhao Huangting and said calmly.

Zhao Huangting smiled, and the tip of the bull fighting sword in his hand pressed down again, as if it was about to crush the void. The giant sword exploded with power and pressed down again.

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The battle between the two has already begun.

However, Emperor Yuanmeng's palm holding the giant sword was violently forceful. The giant sword was instantly crushed, exploded, and fell into pieces. The intertwined sword energy was hazy in the sky above the city.

Emperor Yuanmeng just opened his mouth and let out a breath.

In an instant, the sword energy all over the sky was blown away into smoke.

"As I said, it's boring."

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes were piercing, like two scorching suns, so bright that it was difficult to look directly at him, but his eyes alone carried a terrifying pressure.

The city wall around Zhao Huangting collapsed in an instant, as if the gravity had increased a thousand times in an instant, and densely intertwined cracks spread across the majestic city wall like a spider web.

Zhao Huangting was holding his sword, and the fire of Nirvana seemed to be compressed back into his body. His face was calm, and a smile hung on the corners of his lips.

Emperor Yuanmeng is truly the number one in the world, a terrifying existence who has stepped into the ten realms in both god and body training.

Even the old sword master at the bottom of the Sword Pond Lake is just a land-based immortal, but he is still a little short of a god.

Not only the old sword master at the bottom of Jianchi Lake, the old temple master of Zhenwu Temple, the old Tianshi Mansion, the Time Buddha of Lanke Temple, the Angry Eyed King Kong of Lianhua Temple... these are all in the Single Ten Realm.

Most of the ten realms in the world are single ten realms.

Except Emperor Yuan Meng.

"You should focus on the person, not the sword."

Zhao Huangting said seriously.

"Today, I want you to remember that I am Zhao Huangting!"

The words fell.

Zhao Huangting held his sword and turned his face slightly, seeming to look at An Le who was standing in the distance watching the battle.

The corners of his lips twitched, and there seemed to be a murmuring sound, swaying in the wind.

"Boy, watch carefully, what are the three swords of Cipai."

"I, Zhao Huangting, am definitely not weak in swordsmanship!"

Buzz…

Between heaven and earth, there is the sound of swords.

In an instant, he held the Sheniu Dou and cracked it in front of him. The pressure that fell from Emperor Yuan Meng's eyes was instantly cracked away.

It's like a sword fairy flying from the sky.

Zhao Huangting stepped forward in the air and raised his sword lightly.

"Today the Northern Guests want to go home and return to He Na covered in green!"

"Bamboo branches!"

The sword rose, the sword light rose and fell, and a bamboo forest of sword energy seemed to grow in the sky above Dadu, covering Emperor Yuan Meng in an instant.

The sword light entangled, and the bamboo sea rippled, and the visible space seemed to be cut apart!

With a swing of the sword, Emperor Yuanmeng's energy and blood seemed to have turned into condensed Dharma. He raised his fist and smashed it, intending to smash the bamboo sea in front of him. However, with a punch, every sword energy green bamboo fell. He was so proud that even though he withstood Emperor Yuanmeng's fist, he still did not collapse.

Instead, it knocked Emperor Yuan Meng into the air and flew a hundred feet high!

Zhao Huangting laughed loudly, the Nirvana fire on his body became more and more brilliant, his black hair was flying, and his eyes were like iron.

Between heaven and earth, sing loudly again!

"The sky sends you far away, towards the two mountains, and wakes up the crazy clouds."

"You still have your own, the birds are gone in the lost forest, you don't believe in the dusk!"

"Herb!"

Zhao Huangting's sword dance seems to be singing and dancing in a sea of ​​bamboo.

The sword energy rippled.

This sword seems to contain unique emotions. The sword energy stirs up silently, and it is not the body that is hurt, but the soul!

With one sword from Fangcao, kill the soul!

Emperor Yuan Meng frowned, his muscles bulged, his eyebrows cracked, and for a moment there was a terrifying excitement in his mind, making the world darken.

But Fangcao's sword was like a miracle of strong growth in the endless bleak darkness.

boom!

The sword energy once again crashed into Emperor Yuanmeng's body, and Emperor Yuanmeng was once again knocked high into the sky, rising thousands of feet, surrounded by clouds, and was shattered and eliminated by the air machine.

"good."

Emperor Yuanmeng said calmly.

The momentum of Zhao Huangting, who fired two swords in a row, did not fall, but became even higher. The fire of Nirvana burned the sky and formed a sunset scene.

"Refreshing!'

Zhao Huangting laughed.

The sword was retracted and placed horizontally in front of him. The air wave was released under his feet, and he stepped down hard.

"Let's look at the third sword."

"Youth Tour!"

After the words fell, Zhao Huangting's whole body seemed to be integrated with the sword, turning into a sword light and pouring towards Emperor Yuanmeng.

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes narrowed, and there seemed to be a red thunderbolt entwining in his eyes. He stretched out a palm and struck Zhao Huangting with his body as a sword.

When the sword and palm intersected, the terrifying air waves swayed from Yunqiong, circle after circle, as if they turned into a grand mushroom cloud.

And Emperor Yuan Meng's body was knocked up again. This time, it rose thousands of feet straight into the sea of ​​clouds!

After entering the sea of ​​clouds.

A real battle broke out among them.

The sword light, sword energy, and sword technique seemed to form a world.

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Outside the capital of Yuan and Mongolia.

The bright world suddenly became dark, and it seemed that there was no longer any brilliance.

An Le took a deep breath, and then let out a long breath after Emperor Yuan Meng and Zhao Huangting crashed into the sea of ​​clouds.

"color!"

After a long moment of peace, he murmured.

The snowflakes that originally fell from the dusk clouds completely disappeared, as if the brewing snow had been chopped off by Zhao Huangting's three swords of Cipai.

The three peerless swords can change the celestial phenomena. This can also be called a great romance in the world!

Anle closed her eyes and kept thinking about the three swords of Ci Pai used by Zhao Huangting in her mind. Anle had mastered this sword move before, but she never thought that it could explode with such power.

Having obtained the [Emperor] Dao Fruit, the comprehension of the [Eternal Genius] increased, and at this moment he showed his stunning grace.

Anle picked up the bamboo sword Qingshan on his waist.

There is a wind blowing from the plains, and the three magnificent swords seem to be recreated by him at this moment.

Although the power is far less than that of Zhao Huangting, he has mastered the essence of every Cipai sword move!

Wait until the last sword boy game comes to an end.

The ground around Anle was crisscrossed with ravines that had already been torn apart by sword light.

Beside An Le, Wan Jie Liu's body was trembling slightly, and there was faint sword energy on his body, spitting out like a dragon snake.

How can any swordsman watch this battle and not feel excited?

"Senior, after being burned by the fire of Nirvana, will you definitely die?"

Anle put away her sword, exhaled a breath, suddenly thought of it, and couldn't help but open her eyes and ask.

Wan Jieliu withdrew his gaze and no longer paid attention to the sea of ​​clouds. He could only feel the heroism, but could not watch the grand battle.

"The fire of Nirvana is fueled by a lifetime of practice. When the fuel is exhausted, all that is left is a decayed ordinary body that has exhausted its life."

"Death will come as promised."

Wan Jieliu said softly.

His words seemed to be telling Zhao Huangting's fate.

Anle fell silent.

"Do you think Zhao Huangting, who is only a mortal, has the ability to leave this capital of Yuanmeng, which is difficult to escape even if he enters the Nine Realms?"

Wan Jieliu shook his head and said.

Therefore, when Zhao Huangting went north this time, he was determined to die and had no intention of leaving. He just wanted to have a smooth experience and gain clarity of thought.

The battle that failed to go smoothly five hundred years ago can be achieved today.

Zhao Huangting was already satisfied.

Anle was holding the bamboo sword Qingshan, but she didn't know what to say.

Wan Jie Liu suddenly placed his hand on An Le's shoulder. Vaguely, in the direction of Yuanmeng Dadu, a powerful soul glanced over, paying attention to Wan Jie Liu and An Le.

"We should go."

"It's easy to get away without being noticed now."

Wan Jieliu said.

The land of Middle-earth is not without wandering practitioners. As long as they stay away from the capital, they can easily escape. The only difficulty is crossing the Canglang River.

However, with Zhao Huangting's reputation, many Zhao generals on the Canglang River battlefield would take action, so crossing the river was actually nothing.

Wan Jieliu wants to take Anle away.

However, he soon froze.

After some pulling, he found that Anle was staring at Yuanmeng Dadu, motionless.

"Are you going to leave Senior Zhao here alone like this?"

Anle murmured.

When Wan Jieliu heard this, his eyes couldn't help but shrink.

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Above the sea of ​​clouds.

Suddenly a sword light tore through the clouds, and after the Nirvana fire burned to the extreme, it gradually began to disappear.

Wait until the last bit of fire disappears from the world.

The disappearing flying snow seemed to have regained its chill, and began to fall softly, falling into the world bit by bit.

A piece of snow, dyed red.

A sonorous sound.

The brilliant silver sword shot out from the sea of ​​clouds and crashed into the city wall.

It was a first-grade sword made by Master Wang Yansheng, for shooting bulls and fighting.

Today's She Niu Dou is stuck on the city tower of Yuanmeng Capital, and the silver sword body is full of cracks.

And on the side of the sword.

It was Zhao Huangting, whose clothes were stained with blood. Zhao Huangting was sitting cross-legged on the tower, with no trace of energy, blood or mind left in his body.

He squeezed out all his strength and gained a hearty and guilt-free fight.

The sea of ​​clouds was torn open.

Emperor Yuanmeng walked out of it, his clothes were still in his clothes, and his breath was still like the bright sun, hanging high, burning everything.

However, what shocked the whole world was...

On Emperor Yuanmeng's chest, there was a brilliant sword mark, starting from his shoulder and extending to his waist and abdomen.

At the end of the wound, a drop of blood that seemed to be enough to collapse a city was gathering.

Burn out Nirvana, Emperor Yuan bleeds!

It turns out that Emperor Yuanmeng, who is number one in the world, can also bleed!

Zhao Huangting, who was sitting on the city wall, raised his head and grinned. He smacked his lips while laughing. Unfortunately, he didn't have any wine at the moment.

Emperor Yuan Meng calmly looked at the old man who had run out of oil and lamp, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. As for the injury, he didn't care.

Even if the whole world knows that he will be injured, so what?

How many people really dare to be like Zhao Huangting, burning Nirvana at all costs to leave a wound on him?

"Whether you are happy or not, I am happy anyway."

Zhao Huangting looked at Emperor Yuan Meng and laughed softly.

He stood up with difficulty and staggeringly.

Zhao Huangting stood on the city wall of Yuanmeng Land, looking at the northern land. The blood falling from the sky made him feel a little cold.

In the capital of Yuan and Mongolia.

A strong man stepped forward to get closer to Zhao Huangting.

However, he was stopped by the wave of Emperor Yuan Meng's hand high in the sky.

"If he can hurt Gu, he deserves to die with dignity."

Emperor Yuanmeng said calmly.

The strong men of Yuan Meng cupped their fists and bowed, then retreated.

On the city wall, the skinny old man looked at the northern land where the heavy snow was falling, and sighed.

"It's a pity that we won't be able to see the day when our homeland in the North will be recovered."

On the city wall, the cows shooting and fighting trembled and screamed.

Zhao Huangting's old body opened his arms, closed his eyes, and jumped down.

at the same time.

On the plains outside the capital.

Anle threw out the tattered bamboo sword hanging from his waist.

With a sword roar, the tattered bamboo sword flew towards the towering tower of Yuanmeng Capital.

The green hills are still there.

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