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

The ink pool in An Le's hand was taken from the Sixth Mountain. It was a gift from the Lord of the Sixth Mountain himself. Although it was not of high rank, it was something that no one dared to underestimate.

As for the other tattered bamboo sword pinned to the young man's waist, it is not so eye-catching. What threat can the tattered old bamboo sword pose?

Perhaps it was just a plaything carved out by the elders of the family when the boy was young. It has extraordinary significance, so it was worn by the boy as a symbol of his dream of traveling the world with a sword.

Zhushan naturally didn't know the origin of the bamboo sword. Even Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe who were in the chariot in the distance had no memory of the broken bamboo sword.

They simply could not connect the broken bamboo sword on the young man's waist with the centuries-old sword of the legendary figure from the Zhao Dynasty.

Therefore, when Zhushan released the surging energy and blood that was smelted into pills, his whole mind was locked on the ink pool in Anle's hand, observing and predicting Anle's next attack technique.

But Zhushan, who had been locking the ink pond, suddenly found that the ink pond was missing. Like a thick ball of ink, it blended into the dark night and disappeared without a trace. It disappeared out of sight and out of mind!

A sense of threat that made his hair stand on end suddenly surged into his heart!

Where is the sword? !

A gust of wind blows, and sharpness emerges out of thin air!

Stars sprinkled down from thousands of feet, splashing in front of Zhushan, and a sword light appeared from the darkness along with the starlight.

The sword tip, sword body, sword collar, sword hilt...the complete sword suddenly appeared out of thin air, flying from the sky!

Like a black lightning, cutting across the endless night!

too close!

As the sword approached, Zhushan realized that in just a moment, the threat of death spread to every corner of his mind!

The muscles seemed to have become stiff under the fear of death!

But Zhushan did not give up. He wanted to let his husband leave Lin'an safely, how could he fail at the first attempt?

So what's the point of him coming here to fight for his husband?

On the contrary, it will limit Mr. to a dilemma!

With a low roar, like a wild beast venting its anger when it is at the end of its rope, the round inner elixir of energy and blood was melted into the Dantian of Zhushan. It rotated at high speed, squeezing and pushing out the majestic energy and blood from every corner of the body!

The burly body and knotted muscles suddenly swelled and bulged at this moment. The skin, muscles, and spiritual bones exploded with strength, and the body was forcibly twisted, and the knotted muscles twisted like twists!

puff! ! !

Unexpectedly, Mochi passed through Zhushan's shoulder, brought up a cloud of blood, cut open Zhushan's skin and flesh, followed by the sword chant and the sword chant that chopped up the blood beads, cut off a corner of the bamboo hat on Zhushan's head. !

Zhushan's Qi and blood burned like fire, his legs plunged into the bluestone, cracking the ground, and his body stopped after spinning.

Mo Chi followed a burst of sword light and returned to the boy in white, floating quietly.

Zhushan gasped violently, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He was a warrior in the third level of body forging, and his energy and blood were melted into inner elixir. However, his advantage of energy and blood was completely unable to be used, and he was suppressed in a confrontation.

A pool of ink is like a poisonous snake in the dark night.

"Sword control? Refining the gods and transcending the world?!"

Zhushan looked at the young man in disbelief.

However, Anle did not respond to him. Now that Zhushan has made a decision, he must be responsible for his own decision.

Anle raised his hand and tapped the sword of Mochi with his finger. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and Mochi disappeared into the night again.

Like a top assassin, always waiting for the opportunity to kill with one strike.

"No, your mind is not transcendent. It is the same as mine. This is not a sword!"

Zhushan took a deep breath and his body began to move again.

Under the skin, every pore is exuding misty blood, turning into an intertwined blood python, circling at high speed, controlled by the mind, always on guard against the ink pool piercing out of the darkness.

Zhushan understood that he had to get close to Anle and suppress him with a higher level of body-forging cultivation before he could have a chance!

An Le's physical training only broke through the second realm at the foot of the Sixth Mountain. Once he got close, he was sure to kill An Le forcefully!

Qi and blood clung to the broad-faced sword, and Zhushan's spirit was stimulated by the ink pool hidden in the darkness like a taut string.

boom! ! !

Zhushan moved, the bluestone beneath his feet exploded, and his figure pulled up blood mist, rushing towards Anle.

Anle, dressed elegantly in white, raised her hand and pressed it lightly, her mind as silk as a thread.

The breeze is coming, the sword energy is approaching!

In an instant, the stars spread and the ink pool reappeared!

It's like a painter putting a drop of ink on a white paper.

Extremely cunning, it emerged from the side of Zhushan's neck, and the sharp sword energy was breathed out, breaking through Zhushan's energy and blood in an instant.

Anle's mind was so strong that it was infinitely close to the third realm of refining the gods. This was something Zhushan had never expected. This oppression made him feel cold all over.

However, he was unwilling to give up. He had a reason to succeed. Only by succeeding could his husband leave Lin'an Mansion safely, even if he had to pay the price with his life!

With a roar, Zhushan was still running wildly.

The molten inner elixir energy and blood intertwined on his body surface were squeezed violently, turning into a python that roared and crashed into the ink pool.

I want to flush the ink pool away!

However, Anle's mind surged, and the world seemed to be filled with dense silk-like sword energy, like strings controlling the ink pool.

Anle pressed down with his palm.

Mochi trembled, and the thrust speed suddenly increased!

A clear sword chant burst out!

The sword's roar at this moment was like the neighing of a prairie wild horse!

The horse's hooves fell and the void exploded!

Zhushan's eyes narrowed, and he felt a wild horse as black as ink, rushing toward him unruly and unruly!

The speed was so fast that it exceeded his telepathy.

Mo Chi is the sword of calligraphy and painting. An Le painted "Galloping Horse Picture" to nourish the sword spirit of Mo Chi, which contains the meaning of galloping horse!

The blending of sword energy and calligraphy and painting creates an unprecedented phenomenon!

Zhushan's hair trembled, and he couldn't dodge this sword even with his qi, blood, and inner elixir cultivation.

The blood dragon python was beheaded!

The membrane was broken open and blood spurted out!

But Zhushan's eyes were red and he didn't care. In his fiery eyes, there was only the boy bathing in the starlight in the dark night!

"kill!!!"

The neck was penetrated by the ink pool, the blood vessels were chopped off, and blood surged like pillars!

However, Anle's eyes narrowed slightly.

But he saw that the flesh and blood on Zhushan's neck was like a thousand finely forged iron, blocking the ink pool!

The boundless strength exploded with an explosion, Zhu Shan had an ink pool stuck on his neck, he took a few big steps, breaking the bluestone step by step, like fierce scourges in the forest, and finally approached An Le, the oppression of the Qi and Blood Inner Alchemy realm was like a mountain falling down!

The broad-faced knife in his hand slashed hard.

This is the knife that incorporates all his faith, blood, fighting spirit and hope!

However, a tattered bamboo sword, with a smear of blood, emerged from the back of the Zhushan Mountain. Then, with unparalleled momentum, a circle of ripples of energy burst out, and it was about to explode into the sky and explode the clouds!

The strength of the sword collapses!

The bamboo sword penetrated the body, shattering the inner elixir made of Zhushan's Qi and blood, and also wrapped away all of Zhushan's energy and strength.

The sword was weakly chopped down, but Anle gently slapped it away.

With a muffled sound, the broadsword struck Anle's side, leaving a mark on the bluestone and stirring up a breeze.

There was a big hole in Zhushan's burly body. He was holding a big knife, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and blood and tears were flowing from his eyes. He looked at the young man in front of him with complexity and guilt.

"Mr. An... please... please forgive Zhushan for the offense."

Anle looked at Zhushan, with a touch of gratitude and relief in his eyes.

"You and I are small people. We are like mayflies in this world. We have no control over everything."

"But there will eventually be someone in this world who is worth fighting for."

Anle said this.

"Mr. An...I'm sorry, I just want to live my life first."

"My husband once saved me from fire and water. Now I want to do my best... to let him return to the place where his dream began."

"I...that's all I can do."

Zhu Shanbian coughed up blood and said, he doesn't complain about Anle, he wants to kill Anle, so what's the point of complaining if he is killed?

What he complained about was Qin Qianqiu, the young master of the Qin Mansion who was so superior that he forced his husband to die. The cunning rabbit died and the lackeys cooked him. The husband had no value, so he was abandoned like a worn out shoe.

An Le said nothing. All this was Zhushan's choice, but in fact, Zhushan had no choice. Qin Qianqiu asked him to kill An Le. How could such a noble man have any choice for such a little man?

The bamboo sword returned, the ink pool was slowly drawn out, and it returned to the side of Anle's floating body. Neither sword was stained with blood.

Zhushan was covered in blood, and his will began to blur.

Holding the knife, he stood there, the stars were shining brightly, and the moon was like frost.

Zhushan raised his head and looked towards the end of the long street.

In the night, there was a gray mist, as if there was no hope for the way forward.

In front of my eyes, the past seemed to emerge like a picture.

He saw that he once killed his enemies with a knife and was thrown into the Black Ya Prison. When there was no hope, the teacher came like a starlight and rescued him with a smile.

He saw that he once drove his husband with him to Qingzhou to challenge the talents from all sides, and won ten battles. Watching his husband rise from the building, the genius was as high as a thunderbolt.

He saw the chariot leaving Qingzhou for Lin'an, passing through the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth. The gentleman was playing the sword and singing, and he was singing along with it.

He saw the gentleman in the car smiling, and he was also smiling when he was sitting on the shaft.

He saw...

He was never seen again.

The long journey should be sad in the late spring, and I still have vague dreams in the remaining night.

A sigh of regret came from the mouth of the burly coachman.

"Sir, Zhushan can't drive you back to Qingzhou."

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The flowing water flows through the small pavilion.

Luo Qingchen had a small silver sword suspended in front of him. His mind was like the sea, and his sword energy was like frost, washing away the dust in his heart.

Suddenly, his heart trembled.

There seemed to be a sigh, wrapped in the cold spring night wind, floating in the air.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, like ink-colored halo.

He stood up suddenly, looked towards the long street, and clenched his fists fiercely.

The small silver sword wrapped around his body like a snake.

He rose into the sky and flew towards the long street in the distance like crazy.