Chapter 118: The Star Woman Rings the Bell 17th, and the Divine Power Rises to Overwhelm the Golden Lotus

Dao Guo transformed himself, from a natural swordsman to a divine sword body.

It was a transformation that went from bottom to top, running through his body.

His body seemed to have become a carrier of the sword energy, allowing the sword energy to flow upward from the soles of his feet, flesh, spirit bones, meridians, Dantian, inner elixir, sword furnace...

All the internal organs, limbs and bones seemed to have undergone a transformation at this moment, intertwined and connected into one!

The sword energy was born naturally from Anle's body, like the sound of ancient chimes.

In the dark, Anle seemed to hear a lot of sounds, and there seemed to be countless sword chants resounding between heaven and earth. He could hear the emotions of each sword in the sword chants.

A sword energy rushed into the sky, piercing through the clouds in the sky, forming a circle of sword energy waves.

The ancient bell sounded, accompanied by the roar of three sword chants.

Like a lonely and sharp mountain peak that rises into the sky, an ancient bell is hung on the top, and an ancient swordsman wearing a bamboo hat knocks his fingers three times.

Every time it rings, it seems to bring an extraordinary transformation to the swordsman.

It cleanses the mind, cleanses the flesh and blood, and cleanses the soul!

The incomparable remoteness of all living beings, accompanied by the sword chant, seems to make the swords of every sword practitioner tremble involuntarily.

The sound spreads, coming from the sword pool lake, like a spring breeze, accompanied by the endless soft and crispy drizzle falling from the sky, and sprinkles to every corner of Jinguan City.

Let every citizen of Jinguan City who wears a sword be immersed in this sound, and the swords on their waists seem to be accompanied by the sword chant.

In the middle of the green lawn, Anle stepped on the bluestone and stood in place.

Zhao Huangting and Su Muzhe both looked at him in disbelief. Even Zhao Huangting, who had high hopes for Anle, could hardly hide his shock at this moment.

He had no doubts about whether Anle could ring the sword bell.

The bell could definitely ring. Being able to inherit the green mountain and even see the green mountain within the green mountain was enough to show that Anle's talent in swordsmanship was beyond doubt.

However, Zhao Huangting actually had no definite idea of ​​how high this talent was, but it was definitely not low. Anle had been practicing for too short a time since he started practicing. In such a short time, Zhao Huangting could not see Anle's specific swordsmanship talent.

Because Anle's talent in practice was also not weak, and both his soul refining and body forging were of good quality.

But today, he was really shocked. After all, Anle did not even approach the sword bell, but he caused the sword bell to hang in the air on the stone platform and made three sounds!

Not to mention him, even Su Muzhe, the native Jianchihu Palace Master, had never seen this.

This Jianchi Palace seemed to have completely woken up at this moment.

Waves of sword energy rose from Jinguan City and Jianchi Palace.

Countless drizzles were cut by the sword energy, and one sword after another rushed into the sky. The sword cultivators of Jianchi Palace, dressed in green, put their hands behind their backs and stepped on swords, like peerless sword immortals, coming together.

The sound of air waves whistling across the sky seemed to break the silence of the ancient city in an instant.

And those swordsmiths who were beating sword embryos and casting swords on the sword-making furnace with the help of the Jianchi Palace Earth Fairy Fire also stopped their actions and walked out of the sword-making house one by one.

Most of these masters were shirtless, and their hair looked a little dry because of dealing with the Earth Fairy Fire for many years. They walked out of the house, leaned against the door, and closed their eyes.

Listening to the sword-chanting bell sound that lingered throughout the entire Jinguan City.

They could hear the difference in the bell sound. As swordsmiths, they could feel the emotions contained in the sword-chanting bell sound.

"Incredible... The sound of the sword-chanting bell does not come from an external force hitting the sword-chanting bell, but from the inside of the sword-chanting bell, from the inside out, vibrating, emitting the sword-chanting bell sound, rich, joyful, and joyful... Every emotion is very different."

"It is not struck by a person, but the sound of the sword-chanting bell itself..."

"This sword fate is so wonderful."

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The swordsmiths closed their eyes one by one, listening to the rare bell sound that spontaneously rang from the inside of the sword-chanting bell in ecstasy. Many swordsmiths even had an epiphany in their hearts, and had new ideas and feelings about the embryos that were burning in the sword furnace.

"Such a strange phenomenon only appeared when the old palace master set foot in the fairyland on land. That time, the sword bell rang nine times, the sky was filled with rosy clouds, the sword energy was rainbow, and an immortal came out from behind the sky gate, knocking on the sword and playing the immortal music to celebrate."

"Although the sword bell only rang three times today, it was already extraordinary. The countless ancient swords and countless dead sword souls melted in the sword bell seemed to be revived at this moment..."

In a sword-making house in the deepest part of Jianchi Palace.

An extremely old man walked out slowly. The old man's white hair was gray and dry. Each white hair was like a silver-white sword thread. His eyes were full of turbidity and his face was covered with dark spots left by the years.

"Jie Liu, go and see who caused the sword tomb to ring... The fate of such a person and the sword is the luck of Jianchi Palace. Maybe... the sword in the sword-making furnace has the opportunity to become a sword."

The old man murmured.

Beside him, there was a shirtless middle-aged man who was in awe upon hearing this.

He could not help but clasp his fists and bow respectfully.

Then he took a step forward, opened his mouth and spit out sword energy, his figure was surrounded by sword energy and soared straight up, flying towards Jianchi Lake.

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In front of the jade tablet archway outside Jianchi Palace.

After changing his clothes and holding an oil-paper umbrella, King Jiangling, who stood quietly in the drizzle, raised his head and stared at the many swords passing over the Jianchi Palace and the practitioners sitting on the swords. , a touch of solemnity still appeared on his face.

The drizzle falling on the umbrella surface seems to contain the sharp sword energy that wants to cut the umbrella surface open.

The second prince and Li Qingchuan, a veteran of the Tianshi Mansion, followed him, and the three of them walked together, listening to the three bells that sounded like the roar of a giant whale.

"Did someone ring the sword bell?"

The second prince Zhao Pei asked doubtfully: "Is it possible that Anle, who is wearing the green mountain, entered the Jianchi Palace and rang the sword bell only three times?"

However, Li Zhenren and King Jiangling of Tianshi Mansion shook their heads with strange expressions on their faces.

"The old Taoist has been ringing bells in Tianshi Mansion for decades, but he can also distinguish a little bit. These three sounds are not the sound of bell ringing caused by external force impacting the clock face, but more like the sound waves automatically emitted by the bell vibrating from the inside. "

There was a bit of disbelief in Li Zhenren's tone, as well as a complicated sigh.

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the second prince, and then he returned to calm: "I remember that the sword bells in Jianchi Palace were rung to find the fate of the sword, and the judgment was based on the number of bells."

"It is fate to be able to ring the sword bell less than three times."

"If you ring the sword bell nine times, you are very destined. The Jianchi Palace can make a sword for you, with a rank of third grade."

"The sword bell oscillates for eighteen times. It is extremely destined. Jianchi Palace can cast a second-grade sword handle for it."

"My old uncle, in front of Jianchi Lake, was wearing a tattered bamboo sword, and he banged the sword bell for eighteen times just to win the green mountain. This made the old sword master angry. He couldn't help but open his eyes that had been closed for centuries and cast his gaze. "

"At this moment, there are only three rings...but whether it is inside or outside the bell, it is nothing."

The second prince said softly.

King Jiangling glanced at the second prince, and a smile appeared on his elegant and almost eerie face.

"Just because of your confidence, between Zhao Shenyan and you, I will choose you."

Jiangling Wang Dao, but he couldn't hear whether the words were ridicule or praise.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, smiled nonchalantly and raised his hand to touch the golden sand between his eyebrows.

"Zhenren Li, although the Tianshi Mansion is a Taoist sect, it also has the inheritance of swordsmanship. If I use the power of the Purple Qi Golden Lotus to ring the sword bell... do you think it can break the eighteen bells?"

The second prince asked softly.

The jade stele archway in front of Jianchi Palace was quiet, with only the faint sound of drizzle falling on the bluestone filling the air.

Li Qingchuan, a Taoist from the Tianshi Mansion, was stunned when he heard this, and continued to smile with embarrassment: "The Purple Qi Golden Lotus is a rare object of the Tianshi Mansion's luck. It shouldn't be difficult to ring the bell, but to break the eighteen bells... Poor The road is really unpredictable.”

These frank words made the second prince's eyes show excitement.

The corners of King Jiangling's lips also showed an interested smile.

The three of them stepped through the drizzle and walked into it.

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The changes in all parties in Jianchi Lake naturally caused Su Muzhe to wake up from his shock reaction.

She turned to look at Anle, her eyes bright, and then he looked at Zhao Huangting, his eyes as tender as water.

"Ms. sir, I believe you!"

When Zhao Huangting heard this, he stroked his beard and smiled. Although he was also shocked, at this time, he naturally had to show a calm look.

"You have to trust my eyes, your husband-in-law."

Zhao Huangting spoke calmly, but his tone was somewhat complacent.

Su Muzhe pursed his lips and smiled, looking at the figures that were stepping on swords or riding sword light, he raised his hand and waved lightly.

Most of the sword cultivators never came closer, but just sat with their swords straight and watched from a distance.

But there are exceptions.

For example, the middle-aged man who came from the old swordsmith's side and landed next to everyone, his eyes immediately fell on Anle.

I can confirm in my heart that it was this boy who caused the sword bell to ring three times.

"Hey, isn't this Lao Wan?"

"haven't seen you for a long time."

When Zhao Huangting saw the visitor, he couldn't help but smile and say hello.

The middle-aged man looked stiff and glanced at Zhao Huangting coldly, as if he was surprised why this extremely annoying guy was here again.

"Wan Jieliu, you have been learning sword making with Master Wang for so many years, but have you achieved anything famous? Have you produced a famous sword for me to show you?"

However, Zhao Huangting was already accustomed to strange things and knew the temperament of this person.

"Who is this young man?"

The middle-aged man was shirtless, looking at Anle, his eyes shining, and asked.

"Didn't you see the green hills around his waist? I gave him the green hills as a gift. They are my old friends." Zhao Huangting said with a smile.

Wan Jieliu ignored Zhao Huangting and stared at Anle, looking at it carefully, as if looking at a perfect sword embryo, his eyes gradually became a little fiery.

"He hasn't rang the bell yet. The teacher is looking forward to him ringing a few times, so he asked me to take a look."

Wan Jieliu said.

Zhao Huangting and Su Muzhe were both stunned. They did not expect that Anle would attract the attention of the old swordsmith whose status in the Jianchi Palace was second only to the old sword master before Anle rang the bell.

The peace and happiness at this moment is gradually recovering from the state of self-destruction of Tao and Fruit.

Because the [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit was constantly trembling, Anle couldn't help but make up his mind, and began to bless the years of Qi, allowing the Dao Fruit to transform itself.

He sacrificed a wisp of the golden age energy he had just obtained and the original [Collapsing Sword] Dao Fruit.

However, the first gleam of golden age is not very golden, and I have never observed it, so I don't feel bad if I sacrifice An Le.

As for the sacrifice of the [Breaking Sword] Dao Fruit, Anle was even less distressed. Although the failure of the Collapsing Sword was not very good, he had already mastered the essence of the Collapsing Sword and could still perform it perfectly even without the Dao Fruit.

This kind of swordsmanship Dao Fruit, for him who possessed the [Eternal Genius] and [Born Swordsman] Dao Fruits, might be good at first, but it would slowly become useless.

The [Spiritual Sword Body] Dao Fruit changed Anle's physique and even his attitude towards the sword.

If the Natural Swordsman Dao Fruit increased Anle's perception of the sword, then the appearance of the Spiritual Sword Body was equivalent to turning Anle into a magnet, making the sword extremely attractive to him.

The former was man to sword, and the latter was sword to man.

It was a transformation of identity!

Even at this moment, Anle's understanding of the sword suddenly jumped to a new realm.

He had a new understanding of the three Ci-style swords of Bamboo Branch, Fragrant Grass and Young Man Travel, which were passed down by Zhao Huangting.

The sword furnace between the eyebrows clanged, and the perception of the sword waterfall diagram became clearer and clearer, even the future sword energy visualization diagram of Qingshan, which was covered with thick fog, became clearer.

He vaguely saw the truth of the future sword energy left by the Saint Master.

It was like a leap in the level of understanding of the sword.

The connection between Qingshan and Mochi on the waist became closer and closer to Anle, and Anle could even feel the real emotions in the two swords that seemed like the beating of a heart.

The sword body can communicate with the gods.

Su Muzhe once herded 3,000 swords, and Anle felt the emotional transformation between each sword and Su Muzhe.

And now, Anle can also feel the emotions of the sword.

Perhaps this is what the Sword God meant.

Of course, Anle is still a little short of the realm of the real Sword God, but with the sword body, becoming a Sword God is no longer a problem.

Anle opened his eyes, and the sword energy between heaven and earth suddenly dissipated and returned to his body.

The sword bell rang three times, as if completing the welcoming ceremony, and fell back to the stone platform, shaking off the dust, and everything returned to calm.

A breeze blew over the Jianchi Lake, carrying the still cold water vapor and sword energy.

The people around the sword bell were preparing to ring the bell, but at this moment, they were a little confused and puzzled, as if they didn't quite understand why the sword bell suddenly came like this.

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Of course, not everyone didn't know the reason.

The blue-clothed woman Lu Ziwei on the Dali Kingdom Star List thought of something, turned her head and looked in the direction of Anle, her eyes flickering.

In addition, there was also a man in the blue clothes of a disciple of the Jianchi Palace, who turned his head and looked at him. There was a sword energy on his body, as if he couldn't suppress his ups and downs.

"Anle, the three of you can go to the lakeside of the Sword Pond. Don't be in a hurry to ring the bell. Sit cross-legged around the stone platform and prepare yourself for the bell ringing."

"Every time the sword bell rings, it is of great significance. It is good for sorting out your own cultivation and understanding your own swordsmanship. However, the bell ringing must be continuous and cannot stop. Therefore, it is very important to prepare yourself and ring the bell in one go."

Zhao Huangting looked at Anle, Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng.

Of course, he was mainly talking to Anle. Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng... were just here to make up the numbers.

Lin Qingyin is a very gentle girl. She is not good at using swords and even doesn't like fighting.

And Lin Zhuifeng has a fire stick on his waist, so he is naturally not interested in swords.

Zhao Huangting didn't expect them to ring the sword bell, but he was full of expectations for Anle.

The sword bell rang before they even got close. If they really started to ring the bell, would they be able to get close to the record set by the old swordsman?

Anle clasped his fists and bowed, bidding farewell to Zhao Huangting, Su Muzhe and the shirtless man who appeared later. The three of them walked towards the sword bell in the drizzling spring rain.

Many disciples of the Sword Pond Palace and practitioners on the Dali Kingdom Star Ranking all looked at the three people who were coming.

The blue-clothed woman Lu Ziwei stared at Anle. She felt a sharp sword energy from the young man. The young man... the whole person seemed to be a sword.

The azure blue long sword on her legs, at this moment, was cheering and jumping involuntarily because of the young man's approach...

At this moment, everyone around the sword bell released their minds to suppress their own swords to prevent the swords from rushing towards the young man and causing embarrassing jokes.

Anle found a clean place on the lawn and smiled at the people around him. His handsome and strange face made many female disciples of the Sword Pond Palace blush.

The drizzle sprinkled on the white clothes, and then soaked into the clothes, bringing a little moistness.

Anle slowly closed his eyes and began to smooth out the qi in his body that was fluctuating due to the transformation into the Tongshen Sword Body.

The world seemed to have become quiet.

After experiencing the initial hustle and bustle, the people around him began to adjust their breath and brew their emotions.

Although the atmosphere became quiet, everyone knew that after the quietness came the real hustle and bustle and explosion.

The blue-clothed woman Lu Ziwei gently stroked the azure sword with her slender white palm, her eyelashes trembling, feeling the agitated emotions in the sword.

The woman slowly stood up, and her blue gauze skirt fell like starlight.

As soon as she stood up, she attracted too many people's attention.

This woman, who was ranked first on the Star List of Dali Kingdom and had a special identity, naturally had an amazing reputation.

She walked to the stone platform step by step.

It was huge, and on the surface it looked like a big bell made of swords, as if it was surrounded by the heavy breath of time, and it lay in front of her.

The woman raised her hand, and the azure long sword immediately played a sword flower in her hand, and finally held it in her hand in the direction of the hilt, and smashed it hard on the sword bell.

On the surface of the sword bell, invisible sword energy spread out in ripples.

The frost grass on the grass was blown to the side.

The woman's blue long skirt fluttered, and the sword bell finally floated up, as if the countless swords cast in it collided with each other, making a dull sword chant!

The surface of the calm Jianchi Lake suddenly rose a layer of white waves with the sound of the bell, and swayed all the way to the distance.

The woman rang the sword bell, but this was just the beginning!

Even Zhao Huangting, Su Muzhe and other strong men, all looked at the woman.

The woman's black hair was like a waterfall, and there seemed to be stars floating between the ends of her hair.

She held the sword again with her backhand and pushed out a palm. The sword energy exploded in her palm like a vortex and hit the surface of the sword bell.

The swords inside collided with a clang and clanged, and there was another ring!

The woman's jade-white skin seemed to tremble with the sound of the bell at this moment.

The sword energy in her body was boiling, and her mind, blood and qi were all being baptized to varying degrees.

Dong Dong Dong...

The sound of the bell lingered and exploded between heaven and earth.

On the surface of the Jianchi Lake, white waves surged like dragons and snakes, constantly piling up, hitting the cliff-like lakeshore, and exploding cold water splashes carrying sword energy.

After seventeen consecutive rings, the sword bell had already floated two inches away from the stone platform!

Dong!

However, at this point, the blue-clothed woman's sword energy had run out and could not continue. She held the calm blue long sword and floated out of the stone platform, onto the grass, closed her eyes and nourished, the sword energy all over her body intertwined, and sorted out the harvest.

The uproar continued around the sword bell.

They were all the surprises of the disciples of Jianchi Palace. After all, the seventeen rings of the sword bell were enough to overwhelm the young generation of Jianchi Palace and take the lead.

The geniuses on the Dali Kingdom Star List smiled excitedly, but they all felt that it was natural for the woman to do so.

Sitting upright on the lawn, the genius of Jianchi Palace in green also stood up.

He took a step forward, and the sword energy spread from his feet.

The innate energy lingered around his body, and his mind was like a rolling electric dragon behind the dusk clouds.

"Lü Shisan of Jianchi Palace, knock on the sword bell today."

The man said.

His eyes were looking at Lu Ziwei, the woman in blue who still had her eyes closed.

Stepping onto the stone platform step by step, Lü Shisan's sword was unsheathed and instantly soared into the sky, as if he had turned into a dragon, crashing into the sword bell.

As the sword master of the younger generation of Jianchi Palace, this was the first time for Lu Shisan to ring the sword bell, because he felt that the time was not right before.

He had been nurturing emotions for a long time, and today they burst out.

The woman rang the bell seventeen times, which was also his motivation!

"Dang——"

The sword bell was struck without suspense.

The exploding bell sounded and set off the white waves on Jianchi Lake.

The sound had not stopped after nine rings.

The disciples of Jianchi Palace were in high spirits, but they could not continue after the fifteenth ring.

Lu Shisan sighed and floated out of the stone platform, his whole body was full of sword energy, and he worked on the ground to sort out the harvest.

Fifteen rings of the bell, after all, it was still two rings short of the woman.

The blue-clothed woman Lu Ziwei finally opened her eyes and looked at Lu Shisan seriously. Being able to ring the bell fifteen times was definitely not bad, and there were also geniuses in this generation of Jianchi Palace.

However, the woman's eyes moved for a while, and finally fell on Anle.

This young man who had caused the sword bell to ring before...

Lü Shisan also understood, and followed the woman's gaze to Anle.

There was no confrontation, but more of a peaceful exchange like a discussion of the Dao.

Communicating with the sound of the sword bell.

Under the gazes of the two, Anle smiled, and with the sound of the sword bell struck by the two, the surging sword energy in Anle's body had calmed down, and even the blood in his body was surging, and the sword furnace between his eyebrows was clanging.

No more emotions were brewing, because the impatience released by the Tongshen Sword Body, the sword energy surging in every inch of flesh and blood, made him stand up slowly.

The young man's white clothes fluttered, and his sleeves were full of spring breeze.

Step by step, he climbed onto the stone platform where the ancient sword bell was quietly placed.

Suddenly, there was a wanton laugh.

On the bluestone road in the distance.

Three people came quickly.

The second prince Zhao Pei, dressed in gorgeous clothes, had the golden sand on his forehead shining. He took one step at a time, and each step covered a distance of dozens of meters. After just a few steps, he stepped into the air and landed on the sword bell stone platform.

Zhao Pei's aura was surging, and the golden sand on his forehead seemed to come alive.

"I want to ring the bell, you go down."

Zhao Pei looked at Anle with a smile.

There was no doubt in his words.

The words fell.

The golden sand on his forehead suddenly burst into brilliant golden light, as if a golden lotus quietly bloomed in a pool of heaven, and the purple air lingered like a dragon, entangled around Zhao Pei.

A great force pressed down, trying to press Anle out of the stone platform, making Anle a joke and affecting his mood to ring the bell.

However, at this moment, Anle's sword energy in the Tongshen Sword body was almost about to explode.

Facing the pressure of the purple air and golden lotus.

Like an angry dragon!

Boom!!!

The long-lost invincible force suddenly surrounded Anle, baring his fangs and roaring at the blooming purple golden lotus.

Infinite sword energy burst out from the body of the Anle Tongshen Sword and merged into the invincible force.

The dragon transformed by the invincible force flicked its tail, and swept the condensed purple golden lotus and the second prince, whose face suddenly changed, off the stone platform.

Then the dragon transformed by the invincible force merged with the sword energy that could not wait to be released from the body of the Tongshen Sword.

It hit the sword bell fiercely.

The sword bell was suspended nine inches high in an instant!

The bell sounded like a burst of swords, and rolled out in ripples, causing the Jianchi Lake, which had just returned to calm, to raise a ten-foot-high wave!

At the same time, on the stone platform, the young man in white clothes began to chant with high spirits.

"One."

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