Chapter 125: May the Young Man Hold the Sword Like a Spark, Zhao Huangting Takes Revenge and Wipes Out the Palace with One Sword

Three peerless swords of the highest grade were suspended over the Jianchi Lake. The lake was surging, as if a hurricane was whistling past, creating waves after waves!

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The majestic sword energy, the terrifying sword intent, and the extremely powerful sword pressure diffused from the three swords, forming a large net.

It was like three giant dragons with their heads poking out of the lake, staring at the broken bamboo sword held in Anle's hand in the sky above the center of the lake.

This scene seemed quite strange, at least in the eyes of the people on the lakeside, it was somewhat incomprehensible.

After all, most people in the world did not know the name of the bamboo sword Qingshan. Even the disciples in the Jianchi Palace had never heard of the name of this sword.

Only some of the older generation of sword-making masters would know how much wonder this broken bamboo sword contained.

At this moment, the bamboo sword was about to sharpen its blade, but it attracted three top-grade swords of the time, releasing sword energy and sharpening the blade!

What kind of weapon in the world can withstand the sword energy of three top-grade swords?

For swords, top-grade is already the limit. I have never heard of any swords of the supreme treasure level. Even the Jianchi Palace, which has been passed down for a long time, has only created top-grade swords in the past few thousand years.

Top-grade swords are already rare in the entire world!

Anle was suspended on the Jianchi Lake.

Three sword energies rose into the sky like three dragons, like three tornadoes, rolling up water on the Jianchi Lake.

Anle held Qingshan, feeling the pressure was so huge that he didn't even have the strength to move.

Under such pressure, the body of the fifth level of body forging was as fragile as a stone condensed by sand and gravel, which might break into sand all over the ground if touched.

Anle was extremely calm at this moment, his mind was deep, just like when he first set foot on the path of cultivation and learned to be quiet.

The sword energy between heaven and earth, the surging lake water, and the sword chant that made the blood freeze, all resounded clearly in his ears.

He looked at the broken bamboo sword in his hand, which was the first sword he had ever held.

Qingshan held the sword high, like a proud green bamboo, even in the face of three top-grade peerless swords in the world, he was still proud and disdainful.

The main purpose of Zhao Huangting bringing him to Jinguan City and Jianchi Palace was to sharpen Qingshan's sword.

This was one of Zhao Huangting's wishes.

This old uncle, who was once a romantic man in the world, set foot in Jianchi Palace four times, but failed to sharpen the bamboo sword.

When the years passed, it came to an end.

The old man passed the sword to the young man, and the young man finally held the sword and stood above Jianchi Lake, waiting for the sword to be sharpened.

This may be the last time the old man saw Qingshan sharpen his sword.

If he fails to sharpen the sword again this time, the old man will never have the chance to see the sword that has accompanied him for his whole life show its amazing edge!

Anle exhaled, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of his exhalation seemed to remain.

Sharpening the sword for Qingshan...

Then, let's try.

Anle looked at the three top-grade swords, and a firm look gradually emerged in his eyes.

He slowly turned Qingshan, with the tip of the sword facing down. Although every inch of flesh and blood was under pressure, the scriptures of the Qingshan Ancient Scripture climbed all over his body.

The sense of oppression gradually disappeared like a breeze.

In full view of the public.

The people on the shore of Jianchi Lake could see the handsome young man with bare upper body, flying green hair, and golden scriptures interwoven all over his body, like a Buddhist angry Vajra, leaning on the bamboo sword, as if, floating on the lake.

The water in the lake, interwoven with sword energy, suddenly rose, supporting the young man leaning on the sword.

An Le, whose body was covered with ancient scriptures, held the bamboo sword and stomped down suddenly.

It seemed that an invisible sword energy exploded.

Another stomp!

His body pressed down, and the lake water supporting his body was pressed to the surface of the lake.

The last third stomp!

His body and the bamboo sword shot straight to the bottom of the sword pool like a cannonball. With a sound of winter, the lake water exploded into a circle of scattered white waves!

Three suspended first-grade sword energies, Chengying, Longyuan and Yan Guichao, made brilliant sword chants and fell into the lake, pulling up three falling white waves, causing a violent explosion sound in an instant!

Many people on the lakeside couldn't help but make an uproar, and subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to see the situation in the lake, but as soon as they took a step, they felt the sharp sword energy sweeping over.

They blushed and couldn't help but retreat.

Because of his excitement, Lu Shisan took a few more steps, and his face turned red due to the impact of the sword energy, and he couldn't help coughing up blood.

Three first-class sword energies were not something Lu Shisan, who had no protection from Qingshan, could withstand.

After Lu Shisan shed blood three times in front of the sword clock, he coughed up blood again, but he was not worried at all, but was horrified.

"This sword energy... Can Brother An really withstand it? Will he be strangled?"

Lu Shisan said in horror.

Lu Ziwei, who ranked first on the Dali Kingdom Star List, also took a step forward, slowly raised her slender white palm, and reached out to the aftermath of the sword energy intertwined on the lake.

Qi and blood surged and intertwined, and the mind was filled with starlight!

But she was still cut by the sword energy, and sword marks suddenly appeared on her snow-white jade palm, and blood oozed out.

She immediately withdrew her hand, and under her calm eyes, she was also horrified like Lu Shisan.

"During the next period of time, don't get close to the Sword Pond Lake."

Wang Yansheng, who had created a first-class sword swallow returning to its nest, was now very proud. Seeing Lu Ziwei's movements, he smiled lightly and said.

"You don't have the unique affinity between peace and happiness and swords."

"I don't know how many days Qingshan Kaifeng will last. Regardless of success or failure, at the bottom of Jianchi Lake, with the protection of the old sword master, Anle will not have any trouble."

"When the dust settles, he will walk out."

"On the Jianchi Lake, the sword energy and sword intent contained in the first-grade sword weapon are surging. It is the best time to gain enlightenment. Don't miss this opportunity."

"If you can understand the sword intention from it, and use this sword intention to cultivate your swords, it will be of great benefit to the swords."

Wang Yansheng said with a smile, the usually grumpy master swordsmith in the world seems to have become a good-tempered old man now.

When Lu Shisan and other disciples of Jianchi Palace heard this, excitement suddenly appeared on their faces. Without any doubt or hesitation, they all crossed their legs around Jianchi Lake, with their own swords on their legs, and practiced with their eyes closed.

Either the mind, or the soul, came out of the body to capture and feel the three sword energies intertwined in the sky above the Sword Lake.

The geniuses on the Star List of Dali Kingdom looked at each other. Those who could be sent to Jianchi Palace to ring the sword bell were all swordsmen practitioners in Dali Kingdom.

The sword energy on Jianchi Lake is naturally good for them.

But even Lu Ziwei was a little hesitant. After all, these three first-grade swords are the benefits of Jianchi Palace. They can ring the sword bells because Jianchi Palace does not restrict the identity of the bell ringer, even if It's the ghost cultivators and evil cultivators from hell. As long as they have the courage, they can come and ring the bell.

However, the sword energy on Jianchi Lake was a special opportunity, so naturally they did not dare to comprehend it casually.

As the master of Jianchi Palace, Su Muzhe also understood this.

He looked at Wang Yansheng, who had just created the Swallow Returning to the Nest. Now Wang Yansheng's identity and status in Jianchi Palace were absolutely at the top of the sky.

After all, as the first legendary swordsmith to forge a first-class sword in thousands of years, he deserves all the respect and celebration he deserves.

Su Muzhe's status as palace master was definitely inferior to that of Wang Yansheng at this moment.

"Let's all understand together. The sword made by the swallow returning to its nest in Jianchi Palace is a matter of congratulations from the palace. As those of you who have witnessed the swallow returning to its nest and turning it into a sword, this can also be regarded as your fate."

Wang Yansheng smiled and waved his hand, not caring about this.

When Lu Ziwei heard this, she was the first to sit cross-legged, her spirit jumped out, starlight filled her body, and she began to comprehend the sword energy on the lake.

Other practitioners from Dali Kingdom all followed, unwilling to give up this rare opportunity.

As for the young man who fell into the Jianchi Lake, everyone could only watch and wait secretly in their hearts.

Of course, I also wanted to see if the young man could really attack the bamboo sword in his hand that provoked the surge of sword energy from three first-grade swords.

Wang Yansheng smiled and looked expectantly at the slightly turbulent Jianchi Lake, which was shrouded in thick sword energy.

He didn't know whether Anle could attack Qingshan. Wang Yansheng had also studied Qingshan's sword, but as the world's best swordsmith, he couldn't figure out the secret of this sword.

This sword... is too weird, too mysterious.

However, Wang Yansheng knew that if Anle could not attack Qingshan this time...

Cheng Ying, Longque and Yan returned to their nests, and three first-grade swords released their sword energy to attack them. Such a card, after this time, I am afraid it will be difficult to come up with again.

The Seven-Star Longyuan appeared because of the birth of Yan Huichao. Unless someone forges a first-grade sword next time, this sword that suppresses the Jianchi Palace will never be able to show its true appearance again.

As for the Chengying Sword, it was the old sword master's sword. It was extremely difficult to get the old sword master's approval and use the sword for him.

Therefore, such a situation is inevitable.

If the attack still fails...

Wang Yansheng had nothing to say.

Su Muzhe, Wang Yansheng and the excited Wan Jieliu all left the Sword Pond Lake. The other swordsmiths, together with the juniors of the Sword Pond Palace, felt the sword energy on the lake eagerly.

The sword energy of Yan Guichao's new first-grade sword is enough to drive these swordsmiths crazy. If they can gain some sword-making experience from it, their sword-making skills will naturally be greatly improved.

Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe were so happy. If a swordsmith who could forge first-class swords was born among them, the status of Jianchi Palace in the world would even move forward.

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Wang Yansheng and the others left the lakeside and returned to the messy sword-making workshop.

Zhao Huangting sat cross-legged on the ground, the sword energy still intertwined around his body, because the pain caused by the Nirvana Fire had long since disappeared from his face, and his pale face had become normal.

Gradually, the sword energy around Zhao Huangting dissipated.

He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and even the feeling of aging brought by the years had disappeared.

For a moment, Su Muzhe suddenly saw the heroic and handsome man who had once entered the Jianchi Palace with a high-spirited look, dressed in green clothes and carrying a bamboo sword at his waist.

Zhao Huangting opened his eyes and saw Su Muzhe, Wang Yansheng and Wan Jieliu. He was surprised for a moment and turned to look in the direction of Jianchi Lake, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.

"Has the sword tempering been successful?" Zhao Huangting asked.

Wang Yansheng nodded proudly: "Success, there is another first-grade sword in the world, Yan returns to his nest!"

"My proud work, Wang Yansheng!"

Zhao Huangting smiled: "That's half of the credit of my little friend An! Without little friend An, how would you make the swallow return to its nest?"

There was no embarrassment on Wang Yansheng's face, but he said seriously: "Indeed, if there is no happiness, I can only regret that my life will end, and Yan will return to the nest... I can't forge the fate between him and the sword, it is really unimaginable."

"I admit, I believed you when you said that this son would become the hope of Jianchi Palace."

Wang Yansheng said solemnly: "I suddenly understood why the old sword master made such a promise to Anle. Anle...he deserves it."

"Do you know Li Youan's attitude? He is very optimistic about Anle... and regards him as a spark."

Zhao Huangting said: "Li You'an, Ye Longsheng and Zhong Shiji want to expedition to the north, but the Emperor Zhao in Tianxuan Palace is not willing."

"You also know that the Tianshi Mansion uses the national destiny to support the Purple Qi Golden Lotus. Although the dynasty's national destiny is illusory, it is real. The three of them want to make a northern expedition. Without the support of the national destiny, they will definitely be defeated once they cross the Canglang River."

"However, today I also understand that in this life, a person is like a swallow returning to its nest. Only when a person returns to his homeland can his wishes be fulfilled. Without the dragon vein of the middle earth, although the Zhao Dynasty created a dream-like prosperity after moving south, it will still be in the end. Fall apart."

"Therefore, I was originally indifferent to Li Youan's attitude, but from today on, I support him."

"Although I belong to the Zhao royal family, I support Li Youan."

"The target of this spark of hope is not Da Zhao, but the whole world."

"May the young man hold the sword like a spark, and hope that he can carry the power of starting a prairie fire to bring clarity and peace to the world."

"Only wine can eliminate the injustice in the heart, but the injustice in the world can be cut with a sword."

Zhao Huangting said.

The words fell like thunder from a flat bottom.

Wang Yansheng, Su Muzhe and Wan Jieliu were all shocked, their hearts were in turmoil, and their emotions were ups and downs.

"Well, it's too early to say this now. I don't know if Anle boy can attack Qingshan... I have a hunch that if he really attacks Qingshan, he will definitely come into contact with Qingshan's real secrets."

The smile returned to Zhao Huangting's face.

"I have held the sword Qingshan for five hundred years, but I have never struck a blow with it. What I have touched...is only superficial."

Zhao Huangting stood up and stretched, and an invisible sword energy surged from his body.

The wind and waves of sword energy blew up dust all over the ground.

The Earth Immortal Fire under the remains of the sword-making furnace was suddenly blown to a high level, and then was blocked back again by Wan Jie Liu's sword energy.

"Ms. sir, what's your state now?"

Su Muzhe suppressed the thunder in Zhao Huangting's words, and was concerned about Zhao Huangting's condition and asked nervously.

Wang Yansheng and Wan Jieliu no longer think about this issue. It is indeed too early to think about it now.

"The condition...is very good!"

"My mind is clear and my true heart is clear. Although it is still difficult to touch the tenth realm, with the addition of the Heart Sword, the fire of Nirvana no longer affects my cultivation. I can restore and use my original strength."

Zhao Huangting said with a smile, twisted his waist, stretched his muscles, and looked at Wang Yansheng: "The best swordsmith in the world, please lend me the sword."

Wang Yansheng suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Can you pay it back?"

Zhao Huangting suddenly grinned: "Isn't the reputation of my bamboo guest still protected?"

Wang Yansheng sneered: "You have a reputation as a hammer."

Then he sighed, then changed his tone and said: "What do you want to borrow the sword for? To kill Emperor Yuanmeng? I'm sure you will never come back with the sword you borrowed. That's all. I'll lend it to you. I'll use it." If you use your sword to kill Emperor Yuanmeng, you will be able to make a name for me, the best swordsmith in the world."

After Wang Yansheng finished speaking, he put his sword fingers together and made a sharp hook toward the remains of the sword-making workshop.

In an instant, a sword light rolled up from the dust like a dragon, roaring towards him.

"The name of this sword is She Niu Dou, which comes from the meaning of the sword shining in the sky and shooting Niu Dou. It is a first-class sword, enough for you to play with."

Wang Yansheng said.

Zhao Huangting's eyes lit up, and the palm under his plain clothes suddenly reached out and grabbed the sword.

The whole body of the sword is silvery white, with a straight ridge, and the meaning of frost and cold is intertwined. The sword ears are rounded, with the word "shoot" engraved on one side and the word "niu dou" engraved on the other.

Just holding the sword, the sword light couldn't help but burst out, as if it was about to rush into the sky and fight with cattle!

"What a sword!"

Zhao Huangting's eyes were bright and he was full of praise.

Su Muzhe and Wan Jieliu on the side were surprised. They knew very well how precious and rare Wang Yansheng was to this shooting bull.

But today, it was actually given to Zhao Huangting.

On the one hand, it was because Wang Yansheng created Yan Guichao and his mood changed. On the other hand, he also planned to fulfill Zhao Huangting's wish.

Wang Yansheng naturally also knew that Zhao Huangting was under the fire of Nirvana and wanted to go north to seek a good result.

Facing Emperor Yuan Meng, who is number one in the world, it is natural to have a good sword to deal with it. If it is not a first-class sword, it is an insult to the number one in the world.

"Thank you, Lao Wang."

Zhao Huangting couldn't put it down, and the corners of his lips were flying.

The next moment, he squinted his eyes.

The momentum was rising steadily, and a fierce sword intent surged from his body. The sword scream in his hand suddenly resounded and exploded all around.

"I still remember that in Jiangling Mansion, the little Taoist from Tianshi Mansion shot a mahogany sword at me. I was in Nirvana at that time, so I could only let him run rampant!"

"Now... I have to let him know that he is a piece of shit!"

A gentleman's revenge is never too late.

He, Zhao Huangting, naturally takes revenge from morning to night.

The words fell.

The sword light surged under Zhao Huangting's body, dragging his figure upwards, like a roc with spread wings. After rising to the highest altitude, he swooped down towards the outside of Jianchi Palace!

The majestic sword energy and sword intent permeated the entire Jinguan City!

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In Jinguan City.

In the luxurious courtyard garden of King Jiangling.

In the pavilion, there was silence, the plum rain was pouring, and it fell on the black tiles.

"Success?"

The second prince, Zhao Pei, was only in the fifth realm, so he couldn't feel it clearly. He could only look at King Jiangling and Li Zhenren of the Tianshi Mansion.

Li Zhenren took a deep breath, with unparalleled shock in his eyes.

"It's done...it's done! One more first-grade sword in the world!"

"Wang Yansheng of Sword Pool Palace... his status will rise to another level! The best swordsmith in the world!"

Li Qingchuan exclaimed.

"It is prosperous and then in decline, and its reputation is too great... This is definitely not a good thing for Jianchi Palace."

King Jiangling said calmly.

He narrowed his eyes and drank the scarlet wine in the cup, which was washed away by the cold air of the rainy season. As his throat rolled, he felt shocked and hot in his heart.

"Sword Pond Palace...is indeed the best place in the world for making weapons. If we can get Sword Pond Palace, we will have an arsenal that can provide high-quality weapons!"

King Jiangling licked the wine on his lips and murmured.

However, with the old sword master sitting in the Jianchi Palace, no country dared to move. Even the Yuanmeng Empire only had this idea but did not take action.

Exhaling a breath of filthy breath, King Jiangling suppressed the heat in his heart.

The water of Jianchi Lake is indeed a holy land for foundry, and capturing Jianchi Lake has extraordinary strategic significance.

"What a pity. That first-class sword is in Jianchi Palace... Jianchi Palace will never hand it over easily. If such a peerless sword can fall into my hands, my power will definitely be even greater. Zhao Shenyan Why are you fighting with me?"

The second prince, Zhao Pei, drank the wine in one gulp, his eyes filled with enthusiasm.

suddenly.

His enthusiasm suddenly froze, and he raised his eyes to look in the direction of Jianchi Palace.

But I saw an extremely bright sword, a blazing sun, hanging in the sky, extremely dazzling!

Suddenly there was a deafening sound of laughter that resounded throughout Jinguan City.

In the blazing sun of the sword's light, there was an old man in plain clothes, standing with a sword in hand, squinting at the world.

"Little Taoist priest from Tianshi Mansion, aren't you very good at Jiangling Mansion?"

"Let me practice my sword skills with you!"

"A dream has passed between heaven and earth, and there is nothing to worry about when spring comes and autumn passes!"

"Ci Pai Yi Sword Bamboo Branch Song!"

In the idle pavilion, King Jiangling's eyes suddenly shrank.

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the second prince Zhao Pei. A touch of blood appeared on his body, and the air seemed to be distorted. He left the mansion as if teleporting, and swept to a hundred miles away.

at the same time.

Within the mansion.

Li Qingchuan, a Taoist from the Tianshi Mansion, had eyes that were about to burst, and between the sleeves of his Taoist robe, black and yellow talismans flew out one after another!

boom! ! !

The bamboo shadows are swaying, and the sword energy is flowing freely!

Sword Qi arose on the ground, and the entire luxurious mansion covering an extremely large area was instantly covered by a sword Qi bamboo forest...

It was actually wiped out directly from Jinguan City!

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