Chapter 130: Swords All over the City Point to the North, and the Swordsman's Heroic Spirit Crosses the River

"It's eight thousand miles to Yuanmeng Dadu. Would you like to see the mountains and rivers of the Central Plains together?"

Zhao Huangting's words were filled with unprecedented heroic spirit and surging fighting spirit.

Going north to see the Central Plains and fighting the Yuanmeng Emperor was a wish Zhao Huangting had made a long time ago, and it was also the last regret in his life.

Not having opened the sword for Qingshan was one of his regrets, and now this regret has been made up by Anle.

And fighting with the Yuanmeng Emperor again, seeking a good fight, is a regret that has lasted for five hundred years. This regret, Anle cannot make up for him, he must make up for it himself.

So, going north is the way to go.

However, in Lin'an Prefecture, Zhao Huangting, who ignited the fire of Nirvana, was not in a hurry to go north. Of course, if it weren't for the help of Master Suzhu's heart sword that time, Zhao Huangting might have to choose to go north because his life was about to end.

But after the heart sword suppressed the fire of Nirvana, he brought Anle to Jianchi Palace, where Qingshan finally opened the sword.

His last regret was satisfied.

Moreover, Zhao Huangting also saw a great heroic spirit through the Qingshan sword.

Seeing the first emperor of all ages, even if there was only a stone figurine left, he was still heroic and killed an immortal with one step.

In the eyes of the world, the immortals who were high above and seeking immortality were such noble existences, but under the sword of the first emperor of all ages, they were just dry bones.

Zhao Huangting still remembered what the old swordsman who gave him the Qingshan sword said to him.

"The heroic spirit in Qingshan can break down mountains and fill up the vast sea. If you can see it one day, it will be a great pleasure and great pleasure in the world without regrets."

The face of the old swordsman had long been vague in Zhao Huangting's memory.

But Zhao Huangting always remembered this sentence. For this reason, he rushed to Jianchi Palace and entered Jianchi Palace four times just to open the sword for Qingshan.

But in the end, he failed.

Today, on the eve of his life, he finally saw the great coolness and great heroism mentioned in the sword.

It turns out that the real heroism in the world is to draw the sword like those who are obviously invincible. If you can win, it will add more heroism to the heroism. Even if you can't win, the heroism will be full of heaven and earth.

It is enough.

The so-called heroism is nothing more than a regretless and happy life.

Zhao Huangting understood this point. Of course, this is just his perception, but the practice of life in the world is to cultivate one's own perception.

Watching the Qingshan open the sword, regrets are made up, and finally you can devote yourself to a challenge that you have been waiting for five hundred years.

He handed Qingshan back to Anle, his eyes sparkling, and the whole person has undergone a big transformation.

Anle took it with a smile and replied: "I wish I could do it."

Going north to see the Middle Earth, I wish I could do it.

What a heroic and unrestrained young man!

Zhao Huangting burst into laughter, his majestic aura spreading without any cover, like a python that had curled up for endless years, at this moment, completely breaking free from its restraints and roaring towards the world.

He took a step forward, and endless sword energy burst out from his body!

It was like a sword energy light column that illuminated the night.

Countless sword energy swirled around Zhao Huangting's fingertips, and finally, he pointed to the north.

It was like calling out to the entire Middle Earth!

"Emperor Yuan, wait for me to go north to climb the 100-foot tower of Dadu, and fight with a sword!"

The sword energy was like a dragon, stretching out and heading straight north.

On this night, it tore apart the starlight and moonlight.

The sword energy dragon was extremely fast, as if it was flying in the clouds, and it crossed the Canglang River in the blink of an eye.

The waves of the river were like thousands of piles of snow.

The river bank was endless, with a large army stationed, and the military tents were blooming like flowers.

Many soldiers who were training raised their heads, and many generals and military commanders stepped out of the tents and looked up at the bright and dazzling sword-like dragon that stretched across the river to the north of the Middle Earth.

The dragon had a heroic smile, and it seemed that the voice of Zhao Huangting was echoing endlessly!

A figure ascended to the sky, carrying a pitch-black spear on his back, with a sharp spear that could pierce the stars.

This person was Ye Longsheng, the peerless general of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Ye Longsheng's hair was flying, his eyes were like iron, looking at the sword-like dragon that stretched across the Middle Earth, and the corners of his lips stammered for a while, full of complex colors.

"Use the sword-energy dragon to speak to the Yuan Meng emperor, upright and dignified, let the world witness it."

Ye Longsheng exhaled: "Magnificent, joyful."

"The heroic spirit penetrates the bull, and I swear to avenge the king with integrity."

"Kill the stubborn and return to the Central Plains, regardless of the title of a marquis."

The sword on the waist is full of red sword energy, echoing the sword-energy dragon that spans the sky above the Canglang River and flies straight to the north.

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Not only the peerless general Ye Longsheng, but also the generals on the battlefield of the Canglang River, all soared into the air, their blood boiling and their eyes sparkling.

The martial arts leader Di Zang had already rushed to the battlefield, with disheveled hair, wearing a bronze mask, and his eyes full of wantonness.

Li Youan was surrounded by stars, and swords were spread across the sky for thousands of times, and the sword chanting seemed to make the stars cry.

Countless people watched this sword-energy dragon cross the river and head north.

On the dusty and nameless path in the Central Plains

An octogenarian in a Confucian robe was riding a donkey. He looked up and saw the sword-like dragon calling out to the Yuanmeng capital. He could not help but sigh.

The donkey moved forward slowly. The comet-like sword energy had long disappeared, leaving only the Middle Earth shrouded in darkness.

At the same time.

In the vast Middle-earth territory occupied by the Yuan-Meng Empire, Yuan-Meng flags were planted on all the majestic cities that belonged to the Middle-earth. While the flags were flying, there was a strong mind and blood lingering on the city towers.

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Suddenly, one after another cultivators from the Yuanmeng Empire who were stationed in the city raised their heads and saw the sword dragon flying across the sky, listening to the voice of the peerless sword immortal shouting.

In the sky above each majestic city, there are strong men standing in the sky.

Some people sneered, some showed disdain, some didn't take it seriously, and some just took it as a joke.

"It has been five hundred years since Your Majesty broke through the Tenth Realm. The swordsman of Zhao, who has gathered the Earth Dragon Vein and inflicted it on himself, fled south. Challenging Your Majesty is just a matter of death."

"This sword energy is the aura of Zhao Huangting, a member of the Great Zhao royal family. During the battle when he moved south, this person exchanged swords with His Majesty three times and escaped in embarrassment. Now that the end is approaching, I want to have a good time."

"Such shouting is just to please the public. Eight thousand roads north to our capital of Yuanmeng. Former general of the capital is Ru Lin. This person may not even be able to see His Majesty's face."

"If he dares to come to such an arrogant person, he will never come back. His body will be hung on the capital city tower for all the world to see!"

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Above the majestic city, a powerful man who respected the Yuan Meng Empire sneered.

The sword energy dragon flew across the sky, but no one could stop it.

In just one night, it spanned eight thousand miles, broke through the clouds, and smashed towards the majestic city that seemed to rise from the ground.

The capital of Yuan and Meng stretches across the earth, like a general with a sword and a horse, sitting upright in the world.

When the sword energy dragon approaches.

In the capital, majestic auras were released one after another!

The Yuanmeng Capital is the central place of the Yuanmeng Empire. All the strong men of the Yuanmeng Empire gather here. Their spirit and luck are so strong that even those from the Nine Realms must keep a low profile when entering here.

The sword energy dragon approached, accompanied by Zhao Huangting's sharp shout.

Suddenly, many powerful men from the Nine Realms of the Yuanmeng Empire rose up from the sky, their eyes wide open with anger, and they struck at the Sword Qi Dragon.

However, the sword energy dragon exploded in front of Dadu. The sound waves surged and the shouts spread across eight thousand miles and hit the majestic hundred-foot city wall of Dadu.

Within most of the city.

The extremely burly Emperor Yuanmeng slowly opened his eyes, listening to the voice, his face neither happy nor sad.

This sword energy reminded him of that scene five hundred years ago.

During the battle when Da Zhaonan fled across the river, a man looked up to the sky and laughed, and came to kill him with a broken bamboo sword. It was just three swords. It really showed the style of a swordsman in the world.

Unfortunately, for him, it was nothing more than that.

After three sword blows, the man fled in panic.

But what Emperor Yuan Meng really cared about was that he once held the Broken Bamboo Sword between his two fingers with his supreme cultivation of breaking the ten realms. He wanted to break the sword, but he couldn't.

That time, he only remembered a yellowed and tattered bamboo sword.

Now, five hundred years have passed by in a flash.

The man once again held his sword and pointed at it while shouting.

Emperor Yuan Meng found it interesting.

I wonder if this time, I can make him remember people instead of swords.

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By Jianchi Lake.

Zhao Huangting's momentum was overwhelming, and he shouted to the Middle Earth, causing the sword energy dragon to go north, as if he was giving a letter of challenge to Emperor Yuan Meng, who was number one in the world, in advance.

Although he did not elicit a response from Emperor Yuanmeng, Zhao Huangting felt guilt-free and happy.

His trip to the north this time was originally intended to be vigorous and vigorous, so naturally he would not act in a timid manner. He wanted everyone to know that he was Zhao Huangting.

The stars are about to disappear, and the dawn light is gone, and the clouds are red and floating in the sky.

After Zhao Huangting's domineering words, he asked Anle to go back and repair himself before setting off northward at dawn.

An Le naturally had no objections. Bathed in the morning starlight, he left Jianchi Palace and returned to his residence in Jinguan City.

Put on clean white clothes.

Anle sat cross-legged under the persimmon tree. The rain had stopped, but the air was still filled with moisture, which was thick and uncomfortable.

Anle gained a lot from the trip to Jianchi Lake. He assisted Senior Wang Yansheng to forge the first-class sword Swallow Returns to the Nest. Anle's body was greatly improved. In the Dantian, the innate spiritual energy grew stronger and stronger through repeated training. Come more and more.

Moreover, the process of forging the sword was also a forging of his body, removing impurities and making the body stronger and purer.

Nowadays, his physical training can be said to be at the middle level of the Five Realms, and the only shortcoming is that there is too little condensation of innate spiritual energy.

If you want to reach the point where the innate spiritual energy gathers into a sea in your Dantian, and step into the sixth realm of observing the sea of ​​qi, you are still far away.

On the other hand, Anle's spiritual cultivation has improved significantly.

In the process of fighting for Qingshan, the Heart Sword was completely forged, and Anle's mind instantly became stronger. The glow behind the Forgotten Soul reached a height of a hundred feet under the Shining Sword!

Si Wangjing, Xiaguang represents potential and talent.

But today's Baizhang Xiaguang is not even the limit for Anle. Although he has condensed his heart sword, Anle can continue to grow stronger.

As for how many feet this sitting Wangxiaguang can reach, it is still unknown.

After setting off for the Qingshan Mountain, Anle visualized it again, only to see that the Qingshan Mountain became very clear, the clouds and fog were no longer there, the stone paths littered with dead bamboo and fallen leaves in the mountain were clearly visible, and he could even see the man he had carried to the tenth level. Imperial stone figurines.

Under such clear visualization, the soul is getting stronger at an extremely fast speed, and the glow is also growing rapidly, but it is still a little far from the bottleneck.

The physical and mental training has reached the fifth level, and it is not an ordinary fifth level. Now Anle can feel that his strength has been greatly improved.

If he had another fight with Ye Yinping, who was in the Double Five Realm before, Anle would be sure to defeat him easily.

As for the battle with the white girl Ye Wenxi, although Anle was not sure about the girl's cultivation, he was very confident in his current cultivation.

Once you fight, you will definitely win.

Within the Double Five Realm, he was comfortable and confident that it would be difficult to encounter an opponent.

Repair and review your own cultivation, make full preparations for the next trip north, and adjust your energy, blood, spirit, soul, etc. to the best condition.

Anle stood up, and a breeze blew slowly. There was no sunshine in the sky today, and the accumulated sunshine of the plum rain blocked the sky.

Anle didn't stay in the yard for long, so he left the yard.

He wears Qingshan on his left waist, and Ding Fengbo and sword on his right waist.

On his back is a sword box gifted by Wang Yansheng. The first-grade sword Yan Guiqiao is hidden in the box. In addition, Mo Chi is also hidden in the box.

It makes Anle look much fresher overall.

After locking the courtyard door, Anle walked out of Persimmon Lane, stepped onto the long street, and walked all the way to Jianchi Palace.

The Jianchi Palace was quite lively today.

The continuous sound of hammering on weekdays was not heard at all today.

Every disciple of Jianchi Palace and the swordsmith walked out of the house one after another and gathered in a dark crowd in front of the stone tablet archway of Jianchi Palace.

Such a grand occasion is really rare to see on weekdays.

When An Le arrived, the disciples of Jianchi Palace bowed to him respectfully and saluted him. When An Le heard this, he also bowed to him.

Anle rang the sword bell thirty-six times, and together with senior Wang Yansheng created the first-class Yan Guichao, which was even more praised by the old sword master. Now Anle has already become famous in the Jianchi Palace and has become the leader of all Jianchi Palaces. The object of admiration of the palace disciples.

Therefore, everyone came to see Anle off.

They all knew that Anle would go to the capital of Yuanmeng with Senior Zhao Huangting today to see the mountains and rivers of Central China.

Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng also came. The two girls were safe in Jianchi Palace. However, when they learned that Anle was about to go north with Zhao Huangting, they also showed worries.

Lin Zhuifeng even said he wanted to follow him to the north, but unfortunately he was rejected.

Lin Qingyin knew that her cultivation was low, so she did not say that she would follow him, but she only wished Anle a safe return.

Lu Shisan came over and chatted with Anle. In Jianchi Palace, Lu Shisan was the person with the best relationship with Anle. The two had chatted a lot. Lu Shisan also took Anle to see many Jianchi Palaces. disciple.

Anle was quite friendly to Lu Shisan, the chief of Jianchi Palace.

"Brother An, do you really want to follow Senior Zhao eight thousand miles north to the capital of Yuanmeng?"

Lu Shisan asked with some worry.

After the Yuan-Meng Empire invaded and occupied the land of Middle-earth, the vast Middle-earth has already undergone earth-shaking changes and is no longer the peaceful land it once was.

When the people of Middle-earth walk on the land of Middle-earth, they are easily exposed to unwarranted accusations and killings by the powerful men of the Yuan-Meng Empire.

"Senior Zhao naturally has no reason to refuse the invitation. Besides... China is my homeland. I once recited a saying, 'Start over from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.' , where do you have the courage and reason to convince yourself to regain your homeland?”

Anle said with a smile.

Lu Shisan was stunned when he heard this.

"well said."

In the distance, Zhao Huangting and Su Muzhe came together.

The two of them were accompanied by Wang Yansheng and Wan Jieliu.

Zhao Huangting is dressed in plain clothes, carrying a yellow pear wood sword box on his back, his sleeves are breezy, and he does not have too many cumbersome decorations.

He looked at Anle with burning eyes, and there was a vague boiling Qi surging in his body.

"The land of Middle-earth has been handed over to the Yuan-Meng Empire for five hundred years. Many new practitioners have even forgotten what their homeland is like. Many people are clamoring to regain the Middle-earth, but throughout their lives, they have never even crossed the Canglang River. Pass."

"Therefore, I think you are right." Zhao Huangting said with a smile.

Regarding Anle, Zhao Huangting could always feel different surprises from him.

Today's words are also the reason why Zhao Huangting wants to take Anle north to see the land of China.

"Lao Wan, you are also going to the capital of Yuanmeng and waiting outside the capital. I will take Anle all the way north to see the beautiful mountains and rivers of China. Finally, I will leave Anle outside the capital of Yuanmeng. If I can't leave, When you leave Yuanmeng Dadu, you can come back with peace and happiness."

"Remember, you have to bring it back intact."

Zhao Huangting looked at Wanjie Liu and said seriously.

The identities of Wang Yansheng and Su Muzhe are too sensitive. Once they cross the Canglang River, they will inevitably attract the attention of the powerful Yuan-Meng Empire.

After all, one is the best swordsmith in the world, and the other is the master of the Sword Pond Palace, both of whom are extraordinary people.

Wan Jieliu's identity is a bit more ordinary. Although he is also a practitioner of the Nine Realms, he is obsessed with making swords and has no impressive achievements, so he is not eye-catching.

However, since Zhao Huangting entrusted Wan Jieliu with the task of bringing Anle back, he naturally knew Wan Jieliu's strength very well.

"rest assured."

"Young Master An is the hope of my Jianchi Palace. Even if I, Wan Jie Liu, seem to die, I will bring Young Master An back safely."

Wan Jieliu Dandan said.

Wang Yansheng took out a sword box and handed it to Wan Jieliu.

"There are eighteen swords hidden in this sword box, which can form a sword formation with unparalleled power. Remember, don't be reluctant to fight. Your purpose is to bring Mr. An back."

"Although the Middle Earth is now the territory of the Yuan Meng Empire, it is not difficult for a Nine Realms to bring back only one person."

"I hope that I don't need to use the sword formation hidden in my sword box."

Wang Yansheng's sword hair was silver, and there was a sigh in his eyes.

So everyone was silent and looked at Zhao Huangting.

Zhao Huangting laughed.

"This trip to the Yuan Meng capital is to seek a refreshing and regret-free battle. What are you doing with such expressions?"

"Wait and see, I will definitely have a hearty battle with the Yuan Meng emperor."

Zhao Huangting laughed.

Su Muzhe had already pursed her lips and didn't say a word.

She knew that there would be a time for separation, but she never thought that this day would come so soon.

However, Su Muzhe would not stop Zhao Huangting and hinder Zhao Huangting from going north in the attitude of a little girl, because in Su Muzhe's heart, Zhao Huangting would always be the bamboo guest who traveled the rivers and lakes with great spirit.

If Zhuke has no heroic spirit, is he still Zhuke?

"My husband, take care."

Su Muzhe finally spoke.

"Take care."

Zhao Huangting said softly.

The next moment, Zhao Huangting laughed loudly, his plain clothes fluttering, and his white hair fluttering!

The sword pointed to the sky, and the yellow pear wood sword box on his back suddenly opened, and the silver light of Sheniudou rushed into the sky, smashing the misty evening clouds!

The sword light wrapped Zhao Huangting's body and soared straight up.

"Little friend An, get on the sword!"

Anle smiled, his soul surged, his heroic spirit surged, and he jumped up and jumped onto a silver sword light.

Zhao Huangting stood beside Anle, with his hands behind his back and his long eyebrows fluttering.

"The mountains are high and the waters are long, everyone in Jianchi Palace, see you again if we are destined!"

Zhao Huangting laughed loudly.

A huge sword light rose from the mountain gate of Jianchi Palace!

Buzz buzz buzz...

The swords of every Jianchi Palace disciple made a trembling sound.

They all looked up, and the swords on their waists were unsheathed, with the sword tips facing upwards, suspended several feet in the air, densely packed like a sword forest.

In Jinguan City.

The peddlers, hawkers, literati and other people's swords also got the feeling, followed by unsheathing, with the sword tips facing upwards, floating several feet in the air.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Huangting and Anle.

The old and the new stood on the sword light.

The sword light tore through the evening clouds, and the sun shone down, reflecting the two people on the sword, shining brightly, and the earth on earth was shining!

The sword chant exploded, and the next moment, the sword light galloped up and went north!

The densely packed swords suspended in front of Jianchi Palace, as well as all the swords suspended in Jinguan City, as the sword light went north, the sword tips gradually shifted, and all pointed far north!

Wanjieliu took a deep breath, took a step forward, and was also wrapped in the sword light. Silently, he fled far away in an instant, following Zhao Huangting's sword light heading north!

The sword fairy went out to travel, visiting Beihai in the morning and Cangwu in the evening!

The sword light was like a fleeting moment, and in a flash it reached the surging Canglang River!

Boom! ! !

The huge waves rose, and piled up thousands of piles of snow!

A strong man's mind swept over to see the sword light coming!

Ye Longsheng ascended to the sky, followed by Ye Wenxi, with the two swords Manjianghong and Xiaochongshan, and the sword energy was sonorous.

Zhao Huangting and Anle bathed in the sword light, and nodded slightly to the peerless general guarding the battlefield of Canglang River.

Anle also smiled, clasped his fists and bowed to Ye Wenxi.

Ye Wenxi pursed his red lips and bowed in return.

As Ye Longsheng ascended to the sky, more and more generals rose up and watched silently.

There were no extra words.

Canglang River is a dangerous place in the world, and it is naturally strange. No one can fly across the river. If you want to cross the river, you must cross it on the river surface.

Zhao Huangting, carrying the sword light of the first-grade sword Sheniu Dou, fell on the river surface, and the river water broke to both sides, and the waves were surging!

And to the north of Canglang River.

There was a terrifying surge of blood and qi, and several peerless generals appeared on the side of the Yuanmeng army!

The oppressive breath seemed to burn the void.

It was connected as a whole, as if it had turned into a blood and qi wall, trying to stop the sword light!

However, Zhao Huangting laughed at the sky in the face of such a strong man's obstruction, and the fire of Nirvana behind him surged up and burned the void.

Zhao Huangting's momentum rose steadily!

In an instant, the river water rolled back!

The sword light of Sheniu Dou was extremely bright, and the clanging sword energy sprayed endlessly!

"I, Zhao Huangting, am back!"

Then a whole sword light galloped up from the river, like a peerless dragon breaking out of the river, crashing into the land of Jiangbei!

There is a peerless sword immortal in the south, carrying a heroic spirit, crossing the river north as promised!

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