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

For practitioners, murderous aura is actually very obvious. It is a kind of aura that is not easy to hide.

The stronger one's mind is, the more sensitive he is to the murderous aura and other auras.

Cultivating murderous aura is not simply about having a murderous intention. It requires staining your hands with blood and slaughtering many lives. The qi that is blended into the body through resentment, despair, anger and other emotions before death is entangled and contaminated in killing. Only in the body can murderous aura be formed.

In the dusk clouds, there are raindrops falling from a height of thousands of feet, hitting the ground, hitting the embankment, hitting the lake. The bursting water drops are like flowers blooming in spring, covering the huge West Lake with a layer of rain. Misty fog.

The carriage slowly stopped, and the curtains fluttered wantonly in the spring breeze, and were vaguely lifted, revealing the worn and dirty navy blue monk robes in the carriage, as well as the muddy black and white checkered cloth shoes.

The murderous aura that seemed to overflow the West Lake came from the carriage.

An Le, dressed in white, held an oil-paper umbrella and stood quietly on the long embankment. The spring breeze and spring rain fell, blocked by the umbrella surface. The gentle breeze stirred up a few hair tips.

Staring at the familiar chariot, feeling Taotao's murderous aura, the demon source jade pendant given by the thousand-year-old snake demon around his waist was constantly trembling.

Anle raised his hand and landed on the green hill around his waist.

This chariot looked familiar, it was the chariot of Qin Xiangfu. When Zhushan came to kill him, this chariot was parked at the intersection of Qingbo Street.

Qin Qianqiu is in the car.

Once, twice, three times and five times...

A gentleman repays his grievances directly, and Anle also felt a senseless anger in his heart for these repeated offences.

The green mountain trembled slightly, as if feeling his anger, it burst out with a sword roar.

However, Anle's eyes still fell on the black and white plaid shoes looming in the carriage.

But when the muddy cloth shoes moved, the curtain opened, and a burly monk in blue robes walked out. He was bald and had a ring scar on his head. His burly body made the navy blue monk's robes flutter.

Monk Fa Kong looked at Anle, and Anle also looked at him.

The two of them looked at each other across the long embankment in the distance, but their gazes became increasingly cold, like lightning flowing behind the clouds intertwining and colliding between their gazes.

The Yaoyuan jade pendant around his waist trembled more and more violently, as if it was a kind of extreme resentment. The hatred engraved in Yaoyuan exploded at this moment.

Anle covered the green mountain with his palm, holding an umbrella in his hand, looking at the monk.

He did not recognize the monk, but the murderous intent on the monk's body and the burning glow in his eyes undoubtedly spoke of the murderous intention for his well-being.

The carriage was empty except for the monk.

Qin Qianqiu was not in the chariot. Perhaps he was distracted by An Le's awe-inspiring sword energy and became fearful. Qin Qianqiu did not dare to approach An Le now.

At this moment, Qin Qianqiu was watching the battle with Wang Qinhe on Wanghu Tower, which he had high hopes for.

Anle turned his head and looked across, looking at the hexagonal double-eaves pagoda Wanghu Tower. Among the carved beams and painted buildings, Qin Qianqiu could be seen standing at the railing, staring from a distance.

Anle withdrew her gaze, as if there was a fire burning faintly in her heart.

"Amitabha, the donor, and the poor monk Fakong, I see that the donor has a strong demonic aura, and it is really inappropriate to associate with demons."

The monk clasped his palms together, carrying an iron rod carved with animal patterns on his back, staring at Anle with burning eyes, and said.

Monk Fakong does not know happiness.

However, Anle thought for a while and said, "Are you related to Duhai?"

"Crossing the sea is my master."

Fakong said.

Anle immediately understood the reason for the jade pendant trembling around his waist. It turned out that the monk had a master-disciple relationship with the sea-crossing monk who sealed the big demon at the bottom of the lake. They came from the same source, and the breath of the same source made the snake demon's origin tremble and become angry.

In Fakong's burning eyes, the demonic aura on Anle's body was extremely strong. Almost every inch of skin and flesh was overflowing with demonic aura.

His eyes moved sideways and fell on the Yaoyuan jade pendant around Anle's waist, and he couldn't help but smile: "Donor, you and I are destined."

"Some people say that the donor wants to gather an invincible force, so he invites the poor monk to fight you. The donor wants to fight in Lin'an. Although the poor monk has just entered Lin'an, he is still qualified to fight with the donor."

"Now, looking at the monster jade pendant on the benefactor's waist, come to think of it...it is fate for the poor monk to fight with the benefactor. In this case, the benefactor must not shirk it."

Fakong chuckled.

Anle looked at Monk Fakong, listened to his words, and finally understood why the monk appeared here.

Qin Qianqiu hired this monk to break his invincibility, make his mood dusty, and cut off his future.

Anle didn't have much fear, and even the energy and blood in his body was rolling, a little eager to try.

Since we want to take the path of legend and gather invincible power, we naturally cannot be afraid of challenges. Although the monk in front of him is much stronger than him in terms of qi, the qi and blood hidden under his flesh and blood contain terrifying power that can break mountains and rubble. It not only possesses mysterious meaning, but also has an innate secret.

This is a practitioner who has reached the fifth realm of physical training. Although the spiritual refinement has never set foot in the fifth realm, there are also strong fluctuations in the soul.

It can be said that he is the strongest opponent Anle has encountered so far.

Holding the Little Holy Order, those with high rankings on the Little Saint List will not challenge those with low rankings, so Anle has almost never encountered practitioners of the Five Realms.

Naturally, Qin Qianqiu couldn't find the five realms ranked high on the Little Saint List to deal with Anle, so he found the monk Fakong.

Invisible pressure permeated the edge of the long embankment of the West Lake, making the willow branches that were fluttering in the spring breeze seem to be stagnant.

Refuse this fight?

Turn around and run away?

If that were the case, he would have become a joke after just defeating Ximen Qiuhua and gaining invincibility for the first time.

The blow to his energy, mentality, and fighting spirit is huge. This is also Qin Qianqiu's goal, to find an opponent who has never surpassed the five realms, but who is difficult to resist for An Le.

Create a situation where it is difficult for powerful people such as Mrs. Hua and Zhao Huangting to take action, and it is difficult for Anle to retreat.

And once they fight, Anle will most likely lose.

If Anle really loses, the invincibility will also collapse, and the legendary road will be dead as soon as he sets foot on it.

By the West Lake, on the long embankment.

The literati walked around endlessly, and many people saw peace and happiness. However, the atmosphere at this moment was somewhat condensed. The murderous intention intertwined in the air, and the collision of qi, even non-practitioners would feel it. I felt depressed and fearful, so I didn't dare to get close.

This section of the Causeway seemed to have been emptied out all of a sudden.

Only Anle, who was dressed in white, was holding an umbrella and looking at the burly monk standing on the carriage.

The next moment, under the shocked eyes of many literati.

The monk pulled out the burning iron rod on his back, and his energy and blood bloomed. Countless raindrops were poured back into the sky by the burst of energy at this moment.

The monk was dragging his long stick on the long embankment. Every time he stepped heavily on it, the bluestone pavement of the long embankment would burst.

In an instant, the monk turned into a thug, as if he was crazy. He swept the fire stick and raised it, setting off a suppressed and low whimpering wind, and hit Anle's neck!

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The sound of breaking through the air resounded instantly, and several figures rushed over quickly, suspended in mid-air, looking at each other from a distance in their robes.

Li Youan put his hands behind his back, stared slightly, stepped on the branch of a willow tree, and looked at the sudden battle that broke out on the long embankment.

"The demon-subduing monk of Lianhua Temple."

Li Youan whispered.

He originally wanted to take Anle to a place, but he did not expect that before taking Anle away, monk Fakong came to fight Anle.

Since Anle wants to cultivate invincibility and take the path of legend, it is naturally impossible for Li Youan to take Anle away by force at this moment.

Moreover, he felt the fighting spirit in An Le. Facing Monk Fakong who was in the fifth level of physical training, An Le did not flinch or fear at all, and even had a faint boiling fighting spirit.

Therefore, Li Youan wanted to take a closer look and see if Anle could create a miracle.

If peace and happiness can defeat this monk Fakong, this so-called gathering invincible power and walking the path of legend will no longer be empty talk.

Zhao Huangting, the old man of Taimiao, and Mrs. Hua of Linfu all sensed the situation and rushed over quickly without making any move. They all watched from a distance.

At this moment, in Lin'an Mansion, many practitioners opened their eyes and looked.

Compared with the battle between An Le and Ximen Qiuhua, this battle is the real test of An Le, and it is a test of life and death.

After all, this battle is not the battle of the Little Saint Order. If he loses and dies, the Little Saint Order will not overflow its energy to save Anle's life.

This is a battle that pushes Anle to a desperate situation.

The spring rain is misty, covering the heaven and earth in a hazy state.

Early in the morning, there was a commotion in the West Lake. Among the flower boats on the lake, one after another figures came out and stood on the deck. Unusually, it was not the people on the embankment looking at the flower boats, but the people in the flower boats looking at the embankment.

Fairy Yunrou walked out with her guqin on her back, wearing a veil and frowning, looking at the battle on the embankment.

The murderous aura that erupted from the monk was really moving.

Although he has not entered the minor saint list, as a disciple of the sea crossing saint monk who ranks third on the demon subduing list, Monk Fakong is naturally extraordinary.

Maybe it will really break Anle's invincibility and completely destroy his passion.

Compared to watching the lively literati.

Only true practitioners know how important such a battle is to happiness!

If he wins, he will make great progress from then on, gathering an extremely majestic and invincible force, and he can hit the top ten of the Little Saint Ranking.

If you lose, your spirit will be cut off, your fighting spirit will be reduced, and you may be unable to recover.

Therefore, those who pay attention to this battle will have their hearts tightened.

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Feeling the overwhelming momentum, facing Monk Fakong who was pressing down with a burning iron rod, Anle Baiyi was instantly filled with energy.

An innate pressure came down like a mountain.

The pressure of the five realms was released by Monk Fakong, trying to suppress people with force. An Le was unable to fight back and exploded with a stick in an instant.

The fifth realm of body training oppresses the three realms and has a natural advantage, which comes from the pressure from climbing the steps.

The method practiced by Monk Fakong is the top body-building method of Lianhua Temple. He is definitely not weak in terms of grade. Moreover, he has already developed mystical meaning and set foot on the innate. His innate strength is far from just the three realms of body-building inner pill. The comfort is incomparable.

Therefore, once Anle resists, he will inevitably end up being overpowered.

boom! ! !

Anle tapped her toes and took a step back. The oil-paper umbrella was instantly swept away by the strong wind of the burning iron rod. The umbrella stem exploded and the umbrella surface was cut into pieces like a knife blade!

Anle floated like a crane on the bluestone floor and slid back several meters without leaving a trace.

The sword roared at the waist, and Mochi suddenly flew out, turning into a sword light, slashing at Monk Fakong at an extremely fast speed. Mochi was hard to find, as if he had melted into the rain.

Only a faint shadow passed by, and Monk Fakong swept the burning iron rod into the air, making a crisp tinkling sound.

The ink pool collided with the iron rod, the sword energy collided with the blood, and brilliant fireworks burst out.

The flying ink pool, with a light stroke of Anle's finger, brought up an elusive shadow, like a wild bee burrowing into the flowers, flying back and forth at high speed!

Monk Fakong's expression remained unchanged as he continued to point out the burning iron rod, and the fireworks continued to burst out. A series of crisp and subtle sounds continued to echo when the fireworks appeared!

It is clearer than the sound of falling tiles in the continuous spring rain, and more urgent than the flying and scurrying of wild bees!

After a brief confrontation, the rain continued to fall.

A smile appeared on the face of Monk Fakong: "Amitabha, donor... If your skills stop here, the poor monk will begin to save you."

Before the words could be finished, Monk Fakong's body actually swelled, and the smile on his face disappeared, turning into a ferocious and angry look, like a Vajra Arhat with angry eyes.

A mysterious martial art conception filled the air, and murderous intent arose. Anle felt as if his mind was in a trance. The West Lake turned into a lake of blood, and the spring rain in the sky turned into a rain of blood.

Angry Eyes Vajra Mysterious Meaning!

Anle was only half a step away from exercising the body to gain access to the mystic. At this moment, he also had some reaction, and he was affected by the mystical meaning.

However, Monk Fakong was already approaching, and he smashed down the burning iron bar. Anle's eyes narrowed, and blood surged in his body. Under every inch of skin, there were scriptures flowing!

Roar! ! !

With a roar, the ancient demon tiger roared into the stars and shattered the flowing light!

Qingshan fell into his hand, and Anle Hengjian resisted the stick.

After carrying the stick, his body suddenly sank, and the terrifying innate strength spread from the burning iron rod. An Le spread his legs sideways to relieve the force, and then retreated nimbly in the ancient devil ape pose.

Monk Fakong stretched out his stick and stabbed suddenly, the stick was like a spear, like a dragon!

Boom!

A sword versus a stick, and the sound of explosions erupted.

Anle's figure was suddenly hit by the innate force in the air and flew ten feet away like a kite.

But Monk Fakong was unreasonable and would continue to suppress Anle once he succeeded, killing Anle completely in one fell swoop!

The stick is like a dragon, crushing it again, without any reason.

An Le's sword finger pressed down, and Mo Chi seemed to burst out of a falling raindrop, slashing towards Monk Fakong's neck.

However, Monk Fakong raised his hand and grabbed the five fingers on the side, and invisible claws seemed to emerge.

"Trapped Demon Buddha's Hand!"

Ding ding ding!

There were crisp sounds one after another, and the ink pool collided in the Buddha's hand of Fakong Yilianhua Temple, but it seemed to be sealed in a cage and could no longer break free!

"Donor, you are full of demonic aura and should be purified. The poor monk will never see demonic aura in this life. Anyone who associates with demons should be punished!"

Fakong said.

He hit An Le's head with a stick in his hand again, trying to break it. If it hit An Le, it would be torn into pieces, with both bones and brains coming out.

At this moment, Fakong felt very relaxed, because he knew that the young man in front of him couldn't beat him. The gap was too big. The fifth realm of body forging was a complete crushing against the third realm of body forging.

Anle wants to make up for the gap with body training?

However, the method he practiced in Fa Kong was also a top-notch body-building method. Once the body of the Angry-Eyeing Vajra Arhat was completed, Anle was left with the fate of being ostracized.

At this moment, Anle's white clothes were flying and his face was quite serious.

The sword furnace between the eyebrows was clanging, and the soul sitting on the embryo of the Heart Sword suddenly opened its eyes.

Mochi, who was caught by the demon Buddha's hand, suddenly stopped and became extremely quiet.

But the raindrops falling around the Buddha's hand were all controlled by Anle's mind. The sword energy floated towards him, the sword energy was everywhere, the sword energy was already approaching!

Fakong's face changed slightly, his energy and blood surged, and there seemed to be a golden body of an Arhat with angry eyes appearing around him!

Countless sword energy stood on it, and the surface of the golden Arhat was suddenly covered with intertwined sword marks.

The Sword Qi Near Technique is a secret technique in the Little Holy Order. Its power is definitely not weak, and it is linked to the cultivation level of the God of Refining. Anle Lian Shen has set foot in the four realms and gave birth to the soul, so the power of the Sword Qi Near is different. Extraordinary.

In terms of physical training, he was suppressed by Fa Kong, but in terms of refining God, Anle found his place!

Visualize the "Sword Waterfall Picture". The sword energy under the spring rain is close, and it naturally carries the power of the sword waterfall.

Even Fakong didn't dare to underestimate him.

The trapped demon Buddha couldn't help but let go of his hand. Fakong frowned and glared angrily. He picked up the burning iron rod and approached Anle. The shadows of the stick overlapped one after another. This was the Panlong Stick of the Buddhist Gate of Lianhua Temple!

Monk Fakong knew that Anle was weak in physical training, so he took advantage of this and targeted Anle's weak areas. Anle was evenly matched with him in refining gods, so it would be unwise to fight him through refining gods.

Exploiting strengths and avoiding weaknesses is the correct way to fight.

However, to Monk Fakong's expectation, Anle mentioned Qingshan and did not retreat. Instead, he exploded with the ancient demon's five-animal Qi. The demonic Qi soared into the sky and he raised his sword to kill.

Bamboo branches, grass, youth travel... The three swords of Cipai fell instantly. With the blessing of Daoguo, a natural swordsman, the sword energy was intertwined, and the sword light was like a waterfall!

"Donor, how dare you act so evil in front of this poor monk?"

"Really stupid!"

"The poor monk will kill you as a demon!"

Monk Fakong saw the evil energy and the vision of the ancient demon erupting from the five animals of the Anle Rotation. He couldn't help but said a cold word, and then he turned into a statue of Vajra with angry eyes. In the Niwan Palace, there seemed to be a Buddha with his eyes open, and his eyes were shining with the Buddha's light!

Reflecting the universal Buddha's light, I want to make the demonic energy rising from Anle's body disappear and melt!

Destroy his fighting spirit! Confusing his mood!

However, the next moment, Anle looked strange, held out the green mountain in his hand, and a sword energy as bright as the sun steamed from his body.

The ancient demon visions are the visions carried in the martial arts scriptures. Unless they are real demon spirits, they are not afraid of the Buddha's light.

Besides, An Le is blessed with the awe-inspiring sword energy, so how can he be afraid of such Buddha's light?

The Buddha's light shines on Anle's body, just like the firelight in a fireplace, which is quite warm, but that's all.

Anle handed over Qingshan, who was suspended in midair and hit by another palm strike.

"Breaking sword."

Anle uttered the word "er" and then hit Qingshan on the hilt of the sword.

The Haoran sword energy instantly crushed the Buddha light that Fakong burst out. Qingshan merged with the Haoran sword energy and stabbed with the posture of breaking sword. The rain seemed to be torn out of a clear hole by the rapidly passing Qingshan.

Qingshan crashed into Fakong's body. Fakong roared and wanted to use the phantom of the golden body of Vajra Arhat to resist this terrible sword.

The Haoran sword energy plus Qingshan, the attack was extremely powerful, directly piercing through Fakong's Arhat golden body, piercing through his flesh and blood, passing through his body, and bringing up a puff of blood.

The innate body of the fifth level of forging body is really strong, and it still did not fall down after this attack.

However, Anle's offensive did not stop at all.

With a thought, the sword energy reappeared. After Mo Chi escaped from the Buddha's hand and hid in the air, he reappeared, burst out, and stabbed towards Fa Kong's palm.

Fa Kong's eyes were fierce, and he relied on the powerful body of the fifth level of body forging to grab Mo Chi with his flesh palm.

As long as he blocked An Le's two powerful swords, it would be time for him to counterattack!

Buzz buzz buzz...

Mo Chi trembled slightly, and a clear sword chant sounded.

An Le raised the corner of his lips and glanced at the captured Mo Chi. In the sword furnace in the Niwan Palace, the Yuan Shen opened his eyes, and the heart sword embryo was suspended in front of him. He flicked his fingers and spit out a sound.

Playing the sword is like playing the piano!

Music Five Kills!

"Gong!"

The sound of the five kills merged into the sword energy of Mo Chi!

Monk Fa Kong's heart trembled, and he wanted to let go but it was too late. Mo Chi trembled and burst out a terrifying annihilation sword energy.

His domineering palm holding the sword was directly blown apart, and blood, flesh and bones were all shattered.

The ink pool took advantage of the momentum and stabbed into the monk Fakong's arm, knocking him back several steps.

But the soul in the sword furnace between Anle's eyebrows continued to play the sword.

Played two more swords and uttered two words!

The ink pool that stabbed into the monk Fakong's arm burst into a sword chant, integrating the sound of the five kills, and exploded twice in a row!

The first explosion, the monk Fakong's entire arm disappeared!

The second explosion, half of the monk Fakong's body was shattered!

Playing the sword is like playing the piano, and the sword chant is like the sound of the piano.

With the sound of the five kills, counterattack the five realms of body forging!

Monk Fakong completely lost the opportunity to resist and could no longer stop Anle's sword energy.

A drizzle fell.

Watering the monk Fakong, whose half body was blown to pieces, his eyes widened with disbelief.

Qingshan returned and swept over, holding the sword in his hand, and the blood and strength poured into Qingshan, the sword energy gushed out, and he didn't waste time talking to the dying monk Fakong, and wiped him with a sword.

A bloody head rolled down.

The demon-killer Fakong died.

However.

After killing the monk Fakong, Anle's aura suddenly rose. He slowly turned around and looked at the hexagonal double-eaved pagoda Wanghu Tower towering on the lakeside.

His mind moved.

The ink pool whistled out, and Anle took a step and stepped on the ink pool.

The sword light was raging and intertwined.

The wide sleeves of the white clothes stirred the spring breeze and rain and murderous intent.

Like the peerless sword fairy, he flew up with a sword and soared straight up.

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