Chapter 117 Daoguo Transforms Into a Divine Sword Body, and the Sword Bell Rings Three Times

Su Muzhe didn't know how talented the young man in front of him was, who was so handsome that he was almost enchanting. He was able to earn such high praise from Zhao Huangting, the prodigy of swordsmanship who had amazed the whole world at that time.

He even said that the young man was Jianchi Gong's hope.

Even if it carries Qingshan, it is still unknown how far it can go and how far it can grow. Why do you think now that the boy will become the hope of Jianchi Palace?

The hope of Jianchi Palace...is to give birth to a Tenth Realm Sword Master again.

Anle, can you?

Su Muzhe didn't know, but she believed in Zhao Huangting just as she believed in him unconditionally when she was ignorant. Even after five hundred years, she still hasn't changed.

"Okay."

Su Muzhe smiled and said.

Zhao Huangting said that peace and happiness were the hope of Jianchi Palace, so she thought so.

Zhao Huangting's heart couldn't help but tremble when he saw the eyes of the woman who was no longer young shining with the same light of trust as before.

That belief made his shoulders heavy and his heart blocked.

"Let's go, let's pack up and go directly to Jianchi Palace."

"I don't have much time."

Zhao Huangting avoided the woman's gaze, looked at the sparkling lake outside the window, and said softly.

Su Muzhe did not refuse. She raised her hand and placed it between her eyebrows.

Anle could feel the whole Jiangju Tower trembling and shaking as if it was being hit by a hurricane, and then he could hear the clanging sound, one sword after another coming from the Sword Qi Palace between Su Muzhe's eyebrows. Howling out.

"Now that you have sealed the fire of Nirvana with your mind, your body cannot bear the fatigue and bumps. Let's take this sword river and go straight to the Sword Pond Palace."

Su Muzhe said to Zhao Huangting, his voice was very gentle.

"The carriage will be left at Jiang Julou, Mei Niang will help take care of it, and the horse will be well fed."

Su Muzhe said.

Zhao Huangting did not refuse, and a sword came out to support his body. Su Muzhe also sat sideways on it, riding the same sword as Zhao Huangting.

The sword energy suddenly roared out, hugging the two of them, soaring up like a white crane with spread wings, and flying through the sky at the third-floor window of Jiangju Building.

The sun shone brightly, shining on the old man and the woman riding the sword.

There was a smile on the woman's lips, as if she wanted to pause time at this moment.

Anle, Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng all had swords holding up their bodies.

There was no resistance, and they were allowed to fly out of Jiangju Tower with their swords.

The huge Jiangling City appeared in the lower level, with countless flying swords flying across the sky, like migrating birds, densely packed, like a spanning sword river.

Many people in the city raised their heads and looked up. There were ordinary people, practitioners, and some who had followed all the way from Lin'an and followed the order, but had evil intentions in their hearts.

However, under the pressure of this female sword god who was no weaker than Li Youan, these practitioners with evil intentions could only put away their unwillingness.

An Le was dressed elegantly in white, sitting on the sword. He could feel that every sword around him seemed to contain divine will, as if he was connected to the female sword god.

The sword has spirit, and one person can control ten thousand swords, just like a shepherd tending sheep.

And this female sword god is shepherding swords.

After leaving Jiangling Mansion and continuing to move forward, the scenery of Shu began to come into view. The scenery was like a miraculous workmanship, which made everyone sitting on the flying sword and admiring the mountains and rivers below feel relaxed and happy.

Qutang meanders to an end, and Wu Gorge rises majesticly.

The peaks are a little strange, and the rocks turn green.

Heaven's workmanship is ingenious, and it is gradually becoming more and more magnificent.

Galloping rivers, continuous but rugged mountain peaks, and all kinds of steep and dangerous cliffs are frequently dotted among the mountains and rivers.

An Le was dazzled by the sight, and even practitioners felt insignificant in front of such miraculous creations of nature.

After flying over the Jianhe River for almost an hour, the female sword god Su Mu Zha shepherded many swords, broke through the clouds, and descended into the sea of ​​clouds.

A huge city suddenly came into view. The city's prosperity was no less prosperous than Jiangling Mansion, or even more prosperous.

Anle knew that this was the famous Jinguan City in Shu, and Jianchi Palace was located in this beautiful city.

The sword light fell into Jinguan City, causing a breeze to blow around. The hibiscus flowers were in full bloom in the city, and the heaven and earth were filled with a delicious fragrance.

Jinguan City has a long history and has existed for a long time. It is an ancient city that is no less beautiful than Lin'an. When you walk around, you can feel that the scenery in the city is very different.

There is a light drizzle in the sky. The drizzle is as moist as a crisp. It is not cold when it is sprinkled on the body. It seems to bring moisture of hope to the world.

Stepping on the mossy bluestone road, Anle bathed in the spring rain, and walked calmly in this ancient city. People came and went in the city, and every citizen seemed to have a sword on his waist, no matter it was There are all kinds of swords, iron swords, wooden swords, bamboo swords... all kinds of swords.

It seems... In this city, not wearing a sword seems very outdated.

"This is the style of Jinguan City. Jianchi Palace and Jianchi Palace have coexisted for a long time. This city has long been integrated with Jianchi Palace. It can be said... Jianchi Palace is Jianchi Palace, and Jianchi Palace is It’s Jinguan City.”

"The Zhao Dynasty can't even control this city."

Zhao Huangting seemed to see the surprise in Anle's eyes and said with a smile.

"The most famous thing about Jianchi Palace is swords. Therefore, everyone in Jinguan City wears a sword, which has a certain aura of being a swordsman."

"When I was young and vigorous, I traveled around the world with a sword. When I came to Jinguan City, I was attracted by this city pure for swords, so I stayed in this city for fifty years."

Zhao Huangting had nostalgia in his eyes.

He once had a good time here, and now, when his life is about to come to an end, he sets foot in this city again, and his heart feels inexplicably peaceful. After going around and around, this city still gives him the most peace of mind.

Anle was actually a little surprised. He thought that a prestigious sect like Jianchi Palace should be on a steep mountain, but he never thought that it was directly integrated with an old city.

Strolling on the bluestone road moistened by the fine rain, Anle steps slowly and feels the vicissitudes and time contained in this ancient city.

People have gods, cities have spirits, and everything in the world has its own unique traces and implications.

As he took a step, the soul in the Anle Meijin Niwan Palace slowly opened his eyes. Vaguely, he could feel a wisp of sword intent and sword energy surging in the earth in this city where everyone wore a sword. Like countless snakes rolling around underground.

Su Muzhe paused for a moment, glanced at Anle, and felt a little surprised.

Zhao Huangting stroked his beard and moved forward calmly.

It seems that Anle's situation is not weird at all.

An Le's mind was actually growing stronger bit by bit as he walked through the ancient city, and the sword energy contained in the entire city was lingering around him bit by bit.

It seems that there is an aura unique to the sword woven around the body.

"A born swordsman."

Su Muzhe was thoughtful. Now, she seemed to really believe that Anle's talent might bring hope to Jianchi Palace as Zhao Huangting said.

Walking along the long street of Jinguan City, when you reach the end of the road, you will see the huge jade monument archway.

The memorial archway reads: Jianchi Palace.

The three characters of "龙飞峰五" seem to be engraved with sword energy. Just by looking at it, you can feel the sharpness in it, ready to burst out.

Beyond the archway, there is a straight bamboo forest that reaches into the sky like a vertical sword. The bamboo forest is quiet and the leaves exude the unique fragrance of bamboo leaves.

Anle and Zhao Huangting both have a different affinity for bamboo. They like the tranquility and soul-cleansing silence brought by the bamboo forest.

Walking through the bamboo forest, you can hear a "dinging" sound.

Anle was stunned for a moment.

"This is where many disciples in Jianchi Palace are forging iron and forging swords."

Su Muzhe explained.

"There are rules in Jianchi Palace. Every disciple of Jianchi Palace not only needs to be able to use swords, but also needs to be able to forge swords. Of course, you are not required to be a swordsmith master, but you must at least be able to understand the structure of swords. learn."

"Forging a sword of your own with your own hands will shorten the distance between you and the sword and cut down the barriers between you and the sword."

Hearing this, Anle couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his face.

However, it is not surprising when you think that Jianchi Palace is not only a world-famous holy land of swordsmanship, but also a place where swords are made.

"The swords of Jianchi Palace are famous for their excellent craftsmanship. Most of the famous swords in the world come from Jianchi Palace. Not only because of the special properties of Jianchi Lake that swords can be tempered, but also because of the forging skills of Jianchi Palace. The sword masters are all famous."

Zhao Huangting introduced Anle.

"Go directly to Jianchi Lake and have a look. Let this kid feel the atmosphere of Jianchi Lake. At the same time, let him try whether he can ring the sword bell that has stood in front of Jianchi Lake for thousands of years. Is it consistent with this sword? "Zhong Youde."

When Su Muzhe heard this, he nodded.

The lead led the way directly along the stone path to the ground covered with green lawns on both sides.

There is a gentle breeze blowing slowly between the sky and the earth, carrying an oily drizzle. There are green mountains and ink ponds on An Le's waist, and he can vaguely feel the erratic sword energy in the air.

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After walking for a while, my eyes suddenly opened up. Simple and unpretentious buildings on both sides were dotted on the grass and among the woodlands.

It is densely packed, like a rather primitive village.

In every house, there was the sound of knocking. An Le occasionally glanced and saw a naked figure inside the unclosed door, spinning a hammer and beating the sword embryo on the stove that was spitting out tongues of fire.

Anle suddenly felt a sense of depression, as if his soul was almost numb from being burned by these tongues of fire at this moment.

"This is the earthly immortal fire taken from Jinguan City. Those who can own the sword-making furnace to forge swords here are all the elders of Jianchi Palace. Basically, every elder is a world-famous swordsmith."

Su Muzhe introduced with a smile, a confident smile on his lips.

"It is not easy to become a swordsmith certified by Jianchi Palace. It does not mean that you can become a swordsmith of Jianchi Palace just by making a sword."

"First, you must be able to control the sword-making furnace of Jianchi Palace, secondly, you must be able to control the earthly immortal fire, and finally, you must forge at least a fifth-grade sword, before you can become a swordsmith in Jianchi Palace."

"Among the many disciples in Jianchi Palace every year, only a few can truly become swordsmiths."

Anle nodded. He was worthy of being the number one kendo sect, and he really had a profound foundation.

Everyone walked for a while, and suddenly, Anle felt a burst of extremely cold water vapor, as if his soul was about to be frozen.

Water vapor in Jianchi Lake.

Anle looked up and saw a huge lake just appearing.

The size of the lake is almost the same as the West Lake in Lin'an Prefecture, but the feeling between the two lakes is completely different!

If West Lake is a beautiful woman in colorful clothes, then Jianchi Lake... is a blood-stained swordsman wearing a bamboo hat and holding a cold sword!

The styles of the two are completely opposite.

The grassland spread all the way to the edge of the lake, and then cut away suddenly like a cliff, revealing a circle of steep cliffs about ten meters in length, wrapping Jianchi Lake in it.

"That is Jianchi Lake. There is only one road leading to Jianchi Lake, which is the bluestone road at your feet."

"Because this is the path that practitioners of swordsmanship in Jianchi Palace have taken step by step. If you walk towards Jianchi Lake from other directions, your flesh and blood will wither away from the sword intent of Jianchi Lake, your soul will collapse, and you will become a complete useless person. ”

"Unless you set foot in the Nine or Ten Realms, there is no other choice but this path."

Su Muzhe said.

Follow this road all the way to the end, and you will see at the end of the road, there is a huge bell, which is completely stacked and welded by swords. It is placed quietly on a stone platform made of ancient stones. above.

Looking from a distance, Anle seemed to see not a clock but a tomb.

Sword Bell, Sword Tomb!

Anle was a little confused, and the cold wind blowing with the vapor of the cold Jianchi Lake seemed to carry the sobs of the dead souls.

That is the soul of the sword buried in the sword tomb!

Anle's pace became slower and slower, and he gradually stopped in place. He was listening attentively, as if he wanted to hear clearly the voices of these sword souls.

Zhao Huangting and Su Muzhe paused and looked over in confusion.

Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng were also very confused.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Huangting asked with a frown.

Anle raised his head, his eyes full of complexity: "Senior, is that Sword Bell?"

"Why does it look... like a tomb?"

An Le's words caused Su Muzhe's body to freeze suddenly, and he looked at An Le in disbelief.

Zhao Huangting raised his eyebrows and murmured at the corners of his lips: "You can tell?"

Su Muzhe took a deep breath: "The Sword Bell is also a sword tomb. The broken swords and dead swords in the Jianchi Palace will be cast into the sword bell... So the sword bell is also a sword tomb. "

"There are very few people who can see the special nature of the sword bell before ringing it. You are the first one."

There seemed to be a little light in Su Muzhe's eyes.

Where dead swords are forged and buried.

Anle nodded and exhaled a breath of turbid air. The [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit in his body was trembling incessantly, echoing the sword on the sword bell, and the [Blood Guanyin] Dao Fruit was also trembling, echoing the sword on the bell. The Sword of the Dead.

Around the huge sword bell, there were figures one after another surrounding the stone platform where the sword bell was placed. They had never set foot on the stone steps of the stone platform or tried to ring the ancient bell.

"Huh? Among these people... apart from your disciples from Jianchi Palace, why are there people from Dali Kingdom?"

Zhao Huangting suddenly discovered something and said in surprise.

Su Muzhe said with some helplessness: "Jinguan City is too close to Dali State. The wheelchair-bound Grand Master of Dali State often sent the disciples of the Star Reaching Sect to try to ring the bell in Jianchi Palace and feel the Jianchi Lake. The sword intention."

"However, the principle of Jianchi Palace has always been that as long as you can ring the sword bell, it means you are destined and will not stand in the way."

Zhao Huangting laughed when he heard this.

"Li Youan's sword energy is accompanied by starlight. The wheelchair-bound national master of Dali Kingdom even sent several star kings from the Star Reaching Sect to find Li Youan in person in order to persuade Li Youan to join the Star Reaching Sect. The national master even held the position of Pope They all planned to vacate, but in the end, all of them were struck by Li Youan with his sword."

"The Star Reaching Cult also seems to be paranoid about swords. Their Starlight Sword Qi... is indeed a bit interesting."

Su Muzhe nodded: "The Imperial Master once came in a wheelchair, bathed in the starlight, and wanted to enter the Jianchi Lake to pry into the secrets at the bottom of the Jianchi Lake. However, he took the old sword master's sword and only lost some blood. , and retreated."

"Able to withstand the sword of the old sword master, this wheelchair-bound master... I am afraid that he has reached the peak of the nine realms and is only one step away from breaking through. Unfortunately, this step away is a natural chasm."

Zhao Huangting said with a little regret.

"The Dali Kingdom has a star list, ranking the geniuses in Dali who are under thirty years old. These people sitting around the sword bell are mobilizing their state and preparing to ring the bell in their prime. They are the stars of the Dali Kingdom who are on the star list. Proud son."

"Look at that woman in blue, her name is Lu Ziwei. She is only twenty-three years old and has already set foot in the Shuangliu Realm. She is the proud son of this generation of the Star Reaching Sect. She can fight even with those monsters from the Yuanmeng Empire. If we give it a try, won't the Seventh Mountain of the Holy Mountain be opened? The National Master will let this woman fight."

"I didn't refuse them to come. The relationship between Jianchi Palace and the Star Reaching Cult is pretty good. They are just competing with each other. It can also stimulate the geniuses in my Jianchi Palace."

Su Muzhe said.

An Le also heard it and couldn't help but look around and saw a girl in blue sitting cross-legged almost a hundred steps away from the sword bell.

Perhaps feeling the gaze, the woman opened her eyes slightly, and her eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars. She turned her head to look, and her eyes collided with Anle's.

For a moment, the woman nodded slightly towards Anle and looked away.

An Le was not polite and directly absorbed five strands of time energy from the woman. His heart skipped a beat and a strand of golden time energy was born. There was a lot of time energy on the many practitioners sitting around him, so he absorbed all the remaining opportunities.

In addition to the five strands of time energy absorbed from the fat Mei Niang in Jiang Ju Lou today, a total of 25 strands of time energy were absorbed.

The rest did not produce golden time energy.

An Le did not find it strange.

Feeling the trembling [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit, An Le thought about it, and in the dilemma of whether to give up, he gritted his teeth and sacrificed the Collapse Sword and the strand of golden time energy he had just obtained, and then consumed 22 strands of time energy to completely bless the slightly trembling [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit with 100 strands of time energy.

Instantly, Anle felt a majestic sword energy suddenly surge out of his body, wandering through his limbs and bones, unimpeded, every inch of skin, every inch of bones, and even every hair was filled with sword energy!

Standing in place, an unstoppable invisible sword energy spread from under his feet, spread through his body, and then burst out from the top of his head.

Poured into the sky, it seemed to sweep the clouds away!

The Qingshan and Mochi worn on his waist were all trembling, making a loud and clear sword chant!

At the same time.

The sword bell that sat quietly on the stone platform in the distance, like a sword tomb, trembled slightly, shook off the dust, floated up, and left the platform an inch.

Then it seemed to be knocked invisibly by someone.

It actually made three consecutive distant bell sounds accompanied by endless sword chants!

Beside Anle, Su Muzhe and Zhao Huangting listened to the bell sound like the sword chant, and their eyes were filled with disbelief.

The blue-clothed woman entrenched in the distance of the sword bell, as well as many Dali practitioners who were preparing to ring the bell, and the disciples of Jianchi Lake, all opened their eyes in surprise.

No one rang the bell.

The sword bell... How did it ring three times by itself? !

But Anle, the initiator, didn't know.

Standing still, the sword energy was generated on his body!

[The Tao gave birth to one, one gave birth to two, the years are not permanent, the seasons are like flowing, and the Tao fruit is transformed by itself]

[The natural swordsman transforms, and the divine sword body]

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