Chapter 120: An Old Swordsman Walks Out From the Bottom of the Lake, Staking the Promise of the Entire Sword Pond Palace

The melodious bell sound gradually spread out, like a giant whale in the deep sea about to fall, making its last mournful cry to the world.

The bell rang thirty-six times, and swords were hung all over the city!

In Jinguan City, the drizzle was as soft as butter, pouring down densely, staining one sword after another that was suspended by the inexplicable aura. The water flowed along the tip of the sword, like the sword was crying.

All the people in the city, whether they were peddlers, merchants, literati, singing girls, prostitutes, or those practitioners in Jinguan City who flew up on swords, looked at this strange scene that shocked the whole city with awe.

This situation of swords hanging all over the city has never appeared in Jinguan City, even in the records of the ancient books in history, there is no such thing.

The sword tomb rang for a long time, and all the swords in the city were hung, as if they were watching the dead swords and making their final farewell.

What happened in Jianchi Palace, and who was the person who struck this sword bell that has been there for a long time?

Many people were curious, and they were very curious about the person who could strike the bell thirty-six times.

Facing the sword bell, being able to strike the bell represents the fate with the sword, and striking thirty-six times... what does it mean?

Even the common people and practitioners living in Jinguan City could hardly imagine what the meaning behind these thirty-six strikes was.

Even the old sword saint who protected Jianchi Palace for a long time only struck the bell thirty-five times!

But the one who struck such a bell wave, could it be that he has the potential to become a new generation of sword saint? !

Jianchi Palace.

It was quiet, and everyone looked silently in the direction of Jianchi Lake, feeling the bell sound that had disappeared but still seemed to echo in their ears.

What kind of person could strike such a bell sound?

The disciples of Jianchi Palace were filled with endless curiosity, because this person not only created a legend, but also broke the unprecedented record of Jianchi Palace.

If the bell rings eighteen times, Jianchi Palace can forge a second-grade sword for him.

Now, this person directly rings the bell thirty-six times, which doubles. Such a person... I'm afraid he will definitely become a guest of honor of Jianchi Palace!

He can even provoke the sword-making master to forge a first-grade sword for him!

In front of Jianchi Lake.

The breeze is gentle, carrying cold water vapor.

Anle stood in front of the cracked stone platform, sweating all over, and the sweat soaked his white clothes.

He gasped for breath, and every inch of his flesh and blood seemed to be trembling, like a soft rain falling on his body, which was directly evaporated into misty hot air by the boiling blood.

Anle's mind and body felt unprecedented fatigue, as if all his strength had been squeezed out and all his mind had been exhausted.

Compared to when he used [Heroic Induction] to swing his sword in front of Tianxuan Palace in Lin'an Prefecture and smashed the soul formation that covered the entire white jade square, he was even more tired and exhausted.

Even though Anle's cultivation level had reached the double fifth realm, this fatigue still surged out irresistibly.

Of course, Anle was not worried at all. He knew that this was the situation left after the Tongshen Sword Body exchanged its charm with this ancient sword bell and the sword tomb where many swords were buried.

Ringing the bell thirty-six times depends not only on fate.

It is also an exchange of divinity between the Tongshen Sword Body and the dying sword soul of the dead sword.

Anle sat down on the stone platform, raised his hand and gently patted the sword bell that had become extremely hot due to the continuous vibration of the bell wave.

A ray of innate qi surged out of the inner elixir, and in the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, a little rosy light rose behind the soul!

The body forging steps into the fifth realm, and is surrounded by the innate energy. The spirit refining also steps into the fifth realm of meditation, and the meditation glow is born behind.

When the palm touches the sword bell, it seems that the sword souls of the dead swords have all returned and gathered in this sword bell.

Each sword has its own story and soul.

Even if they are dead, they still leave traces of time.

Anle stood up and looked at the sword bell that fell on the stone platform again. At this moment, he seemed to have an invisible qi connection with this ancient bell.

If possible, he could even move this sword bell easily.

He smiled and turned to walk down the stone platform.

The whole body was steaming, as if the clouds were filled.

The white clothes became dry, and the Qingshan ink pool fell on the waist. The ink pool experienced the baptism of the sword bell this time, and the impurities on the sword body seemed to have faded a lot.

This sword reached the fifth grade because it absorbed the qi of the book and ink. After the thirty-six-ring bell wave baptism, the rank was directly upgraded.

From the fifth-grade sword, it was upgraded to the fourth-grade sword.

The calligraphy and ink energy in the sword has not increased. After all, Anle has not painted or written poems in these days, and has not done much literary work, so he has not nurtured and nourished this sword.

However, this time the upgrade of the sword's rank is not due to the calligraphy and ink energy, but because of the changes in the sword itself. Under the bell wave, the impurities in the sword body were washed away, bathed in the sword energy, and the soul of the sword was derived.

This is the key to Mo Chi's promotion to the fourth grade.

Qingshan was washed by the bell wave, but the rank did not increase.

But Anle could feel that the connection between him and Qingshan was getting closer and closer. He even vaguely saw that the clouds in front of the mountain were swept away by the bell wave, revealing a mountain road shrouded in clouds and mist.

As long as he set foot on this road, he could climb Qingshan and complete the ancient scripture.

Anle's sweat had evaporated, his hair flying and he felt refreshed. At this moment, it was as if he was a sword immortal walking out from the side of the sword bell.

Everyone's eyes fell on the young man who created the miracle of Jianchi Palace.

The bell rings thirty-six, which is incredible!

Su Muzhe's eyes were shining with excitement. She now believed what Zhao Huangting said that Anle could bring hope to Jianchi Palace.

Zhao Huangting's eyes were full of relief, and there was a smug smile on his lips.

Beside him was the shirtless Wan Jie Liu. Wan Jie Liu looked directly at An Le, full of excitement.

In addition, on the bluestone road, the disciples of Jianchi Palace, who were originally in the mood to ring the bell, all looked at them with enthusiasm, excitement, and awe.

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Thirty-six times after the bell rings, you will see the Sword Immortal!

The young man at this moment is the sword fairy in their hearts!

Even Lu Shisan, who was shocked by Zhong Bo and vomited blood, clenched his fists, his face full of excitement, without the slightest hint of dissatisfaction or dissatisfaction.

He only rang the sword bell fifteen times. Compared with the thirty-six times of the magnificent young man in front of him, he was a scumbag.

But what does it matter?

I will have no regrets if I can listen to the thirty-six ringings of the sword bell in this life!

What's more, Lu Shisan also benefited greatly from Zhong Bo's baptism.

The practitioners on the Star List of Dali Kingdom also looked at Anle in surprise. As those who have been sent by the Dali Imperial Master to the Jianchi Palace all year round, they know very well how difficult it is to ring the sword bell, and how many times it is necessary to ring it. The sound is even harder.

Even Lu Ziwei, who ranks first on the Star List, only knocked seventeen times.

Lu Ziwei's eyes trembled slightly. At this moment, she was very curious about this young man who looked like a sword fairy. When did such a figure appear in the Great Zhao Dynasty?

But he saw the handsome young man walking towards him like a swordsman, and his eyes fell on the second prince Zhao Pei.

Anle didn't recognize Zhao Pei, but he could vaguely guess his identity.

Wearing fine clothes, he is full of pampering and the nobility of being in a high position.

Zhao Huangting once told him that there was a second prince who was practicing in the Tianshi Mansion and ranked second on the list of minor saints, second only to Zhao Xianyou, a genius of the Zhao family.

Now, it should be referring to the person in front of me.

When he was in Jiangling Mansion City before, the old Taoist who took action came from Tianshi Mansion, and Anle guessed that the second prince should have appeared.

"Second Prince, it's your turn to ring the bell, please."

An Le's white clothes were billowing, her sleeves were full of breeze, her hair was flying, her eyes fell on the second prince, and she spoke calmly.

For a moment, everyone's eyes swept over and fell on the second prince, Zhao Pei.

Earlier, they also saw this man in rich clothes, casually jumping in line and climbing onto the stone platform, trying to ring the bell before the young man.

As a result, he was thrown off the stone platform by the Tianlong momentum burst out from the young man.

At this moment, the young man has finished ringing the bell. Logically speaking, it is indeed this man's turn.

Zhao Pei's face was cold and calm, and the golden sand between his brows was slightly cracked. Although it was still being repaired, this meant that the connection between him and the Purple Qi Golden Lotus had been weakened a lot, and he had to spend time cultivating it. Only then can the connection between the Purple Qi Golden Lotus and itself be restored to a close relationship.

As for going on stage and ringing the bell…

It is absolutely impossible for Zhao Pei to ring the sword bell at this time.

To go on stage at this moment is to humiliate yourself.

Even if he had the Purple Qi Golden Lotus, he could not guarantee that he could ring the bell eighteen times, let alone, there was a despairing record of thirty-six times of peace and happiness ahead.

He was demoralized by An Le's invincible power, and his connection with the Purple Qi Golden Lotus was shattered by the continuous bell waves...

At this time, he would not stupidly go on stage to ring the bell.

The second prince, Zhao Peihua, dressed in hunting clothes, took a deep look at Anle, turned around and walked away without any movement, towards King Jiangling and Zhenren Li of the Tianshi Mansion who were holding umbrellas in the distance.

In the eyes of many people, his back looks like he is running away.

But no one laughed at Zhao Pei. At this time, who dared to ring the sword bell?

The aftermath and shock of the thirty-six bells were beyond their ability to bear.

In fact, for at least the next month, no one will dare to climb the stone platform to ring the sword bell. Asking for trouble is one thing, but respecting the record is another.

Streams of sword energy galloped in, and the strong men in Jianchi Palace were all approaching. The swordsmiths who had walked out of the house also strode over, wanting to see the creator of Jianchi Palace. Miracle figures.

Many disciples of Jianchi Palace held their swords and saluted, and they were extremely shocked. These great practitioners of Jianchi Palace, who were rarely seen on weekdays, actually came out of seclusion and appeared at this moment.

When the silver-haired old man with sword energy came out of the air, even Su Muzhe, the master of Jianchi Palace, had to bow with his sword in hand to show respect.

"I've met Master Wang!"

Everyone performed the ceremony one after another.

Even Zhao Huangting put aside his wantonness and held his fists in a salute.

After all, the person who came was Wang Yansheng, the most qualified swordsmith in Jianchi Palace and also known as the best swordsmith in the world.

The King of Jiangling holding the umbrella looked solemn and bowed slightly.

However, the old swordsmith looked down upon him and did not even look at him for a moment.

King Jiangling's expression remained as usual.

But the real person of Tianshi Mansion and the second prince Zhao Pei could not help but frown.

"He is Wang Yansheng."

King Jiangling said softly.

The brows of Zhao Pei and Li Qingchuan, the real person of Tianshi Mansion, instantly relaxed.

The old man strolled along the bluestone road, and his eyes swept around, and his sight fell on Zhao Huangting first: "The fire of Nirvana is one of the three disasters of the ten realms. You ignited the fire of Nirvana, but suppressed it with the heart sword of Ganye Temple, and extended your life a little... It seems that you are still unwilling to give up."

Zhao Huangting smiled and said: "There is no immortality in this world, and life and death are nothing. I just want to be happy."

The old swordsmith nodded: "Very good, it looks free and easy, which is better than many people who do whatever it takes when the deadline is approaching."

"Thank you, Zhao is just a layman."

Zhao Huangting said.

The old swordsmith smiled: "But you, a layman, have brought a big surprise to Jianchi Palace today."

Zhao Huangting heard this and immediately grinned, with a lot of pride on his face.

"Qingshan will not choose the wrong person, and I, Zhao Huangting, will not make a mistake."

The old swordsmith's eyes moved and fell on the Jianchi Lake that was divided into two in the distance.

His soul could feel the gaze in the Sword Pond Lake that seemed to change the color of the world, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

The old man clasped his fists and bowed.

Seeing the old swordsmith's action, Wan Jie Liu, who had been following the old swordsmith for many years, reacted instantly, his face changed slightly, and he immediately clasped his fists and bowed.

Su Muzhe and many swordsmiths and great practitioners in the Sword Pond Palace all changed their colors, and without hesitation, they all bowed and bowed.

Anle couldn't help but turn around and look. The green mountain and the ink pool around his waist were shaking uncontrollably. Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be a majestic sword intent surging.

It was like a peerless divine sword was slowly being unsheathed.

In the Sword Pond Lake, an old man dressed in casual linen clothes, with white hair and white beard down to his waist, walked out slowly.

The ancestor of the Sword Pond Palace, the old swordsman who set foot in the fairyland on land!

As soon as the Sword Saint appeared, everyone's swords began to tremble uncontrollably, including Anle Qingshan.

At this moment, everyone's heart surged, feeling surprised but also taking it for granted.

The surprise was because no one expected that the old Sword Saint, who had not appeared for hundreds of years, would walk out of the Sword Pond Lake like this. Even when he beat Zhao Huangting, the old Sword Saint only relied on a wisp of energy.

And today, the old Sword Saint actually accompanied the Zhong Bo Yu Mu, cut open the Sword Pond Lake, and walked out of the spring rain.

Su Muzhe was extremely excited, pursing his red lips. As long as the old Sword Saint was still there, the Sword Pond Palace would be extremely stable, and the forces and strongmen coveted by all parties would not dare to make any unusual moves.

The old man walked step by step, and the sword energy between heaven and earth gradually extinguished, like an ordinary old man in hemp clothes, strolling over.

The old swordsmith Wang Yansheng bowed to the old Sword Saint again.

The old sword master smiled, raised his hand and gently supported it: "At this age, there is no need to care about these empty formalities."

The old swordsmith smiled gently: "I never thought that I would invite you out today."

"The sword bell has not been rung thirty times in six hundred years. Today it has rung thirty-six times. How can I not come out to see it? If I continue to sit at the bottom of the lake, it would be disrespectful to the sword tomb and the sword." The old sword master smiled, and then his eyes fell on Anle, who was dressed in white.

The old sword master's eyes did not give Anle any sense of oppression, but instead a sense of comfort like a spring breeze.

"The bond between man and sword is the key for sword practitioners to break through confusion and walk out of the road."

"When you set foot on Jianchi Lake, I didn't think you could ring the bell thirty-six times, but you gave me an unimaginable surprise."

"I came to see you specially, but I don't think it's a surprise."

The old man's eyes seemed to be filled with sword energy, and his whole body seemed to be condensed by sword energy. A gust of wind could make the old man in front of him go back with the wind.

Anle felt that the body of the Tongshen Sword was trembling slightly, as if it could not escape the old man's gaze.

The old sword saint took a step forward and appeared beside Anle, raised his hand, and gently touched Anle's brow.

In the sword furnace at the brow, the clanging sword energy of the mind calmed down.

"The fate between you and the sword, the fate of our meeting, are all in these two strands of sword energy. This is what you deserve for ringing the bell thirty-six times."

"I hope these two strands of sword energy can help you."

"From now on, Jianchi Lake will stand on your side. As long as you are worthy of the sword, Jianchi Lake... will be worthy of you."

The voice of the old sword saint was ethereal but extremely soft.

The next moment, two strands of extremely majestic sword energy surged, one strand rushed into the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, and the other strand jumped out around the Dantian Neidan.

The Tongshen Sword Body seemed to be cheering and absorbing the special artistic conception and power contained in the sword energy bit by bit.

On the other side, the people on the lawn were shocked by the words of the old sword saint.

Su Muzhe and other people in Jianchi Palace were extremely shocked. The words of the old sword saint... were of great significance. It was equivalent to acknowledging Anle's status in Jianchi Palace. Jianchi Palace will do its best to bind with Anle.

Even Zhao Huangting's eyebrows twitched, he was extremely surprised. Did this old sword saint... see something?

He was so sure that he bet on Anle for Jianchi Palace?

"An era is about to end, and the future belongs to the newcomers."

"You should firmly hold the sword in your heart, and the sword will not let you down."

The old sword saint said with a gentle smile.

He patted Anle on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.

Anle gradually came back to his senses from the two majestic and shocking sword energies, suppressed the urge to study the two sword energies, and bowed with his fists: "Thank you, senior."

In the distance.

King Jiangling, Li Qingchuan of Tianshi Mansion and the second prince Zhao Pei also heard the words of the old sword saint.

The second prince Zhao Pei frowned.

After thinking for a while, he took a step forward, and the golden sand between his eyebrows slightly released brilliance, and then a purple golden lotus bloomed behind him.

"I am the second prince Zhao Pei of the Great Zhao Dynasty, and I meet the old sword saint Pei."

The second prince Zhao Pei bowed to the old sword saint and spoke.

There was respect in his voice, but the purpose was undoubtedly to show his presence.

However, no one paid attention to him.

The spring breeze blew gently, the spring rain fell finely, and the world was quiet. He awkwardly maintained the posture of holding his fists and bowing. It was not right to close it, and it was not right not to close it.

However, what made him happy soon was that the old sword saint seemed to look at him and spoke lightly.

"The Purple Air Golden Lotus is not bad."

The joy on the Second Prince's face faded a little bit, and he seemed to smell something wrong from this sentence.

What do you mean by the Purple Air Golden Lotus is not bad? Could it be that this old sword master wants to take it away?

The Second Prince's face changed slightly, and the air around him seemed to become cold, as if countless swords were pointed at him, making his hair stand on end.

He maintained the posture of holding his fists and bowing, not daring to move.

But in his heart, he had already wanted to turn around and run away immediately.

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