Chapter 132: Nirvana Emperor Bleeds, but the Green Mountains Remain

The sky was filled with dusk clouds, and purple lightning rolled in the clouds, as if a dragon hidden in it was spying on the world.

A piece of cold snow floated down from the dusk clouds and landed on Anle's nose. It soon melted away. Anle looked up and saw heavy snow falling from the sky.

In the south, snow is rarely seen. Only in the deep winter can you see snow falling.

In the north, the scene of heavy snow is very common and common. The snow scene is beautiful, but for many people, heavy snow means separation of life and death.

Wan Jie Liu stood quietly beside Anle, and the Nine Realms Qi wrapped Anle to protect his safety.

In fact, Wan Jie Liu's eyes were also complicated, watching Zhao Huangting, who turned into a horizontal thunder between heaven and earth and fearlessly rushed towards the magnificent city that stretched across the land of the Middle Earth and absorbed the dragon veins.

Finally, a touch of admiration surged in his heart.

As a kid who had been following Su Muzhe since childhood, he had a lifelong admiration for his senior sister Su Muzhe. However, one day, the senior sister he respected and wanted to spend his whole life with returned with a scoundrel after traveling around the world.

Wan Jieliu's young heart suffered an unprecedented shock, as if a sword had pierced his heart.

From that day on, Wan Jieliu never had a good face towards Zhao Huangting.

When he knew that Zhao Huangting was still unclear with the saint of the demon clan, he wanted to draw his sword and stab Zhao Huangting thousands of times.

Wan Jieliu had always looked down on Zhao Huangting, but today, his thoughts changed slightly. Zhao Huangting still had some skills and commendable places to make his senior sister devote her life.

At least, at the last moment of his life, he could ignite the fire of Nirvana, step into the north happily, rush to that majestic city, and fight to the death with the Yuan Meng emperor.

He Wan Jieliu did not have this courage.

Because he did not have it, he admired it.

Anle and Wanjieliu were watching quietly.

And not just them.

The incarnation of a horizontal thunder of heaven and earth, carrying thunder and lightning, slammed into the city fiercely, and said with a bold and heroic speech, "Emperor Yuan, dare you fight?!"

This scene was naturally spied on by many top practitioners on the earth.

Perhaps, too many people knew about this battle, so they were waiting for it.

Lin'an Prefecture, in the imperial city.

The emperor of the Zhao family, wearing a golden dragon robe, stepped on the highest point of the Tianxuan Palace with a majestic manner, and sat on the throne that symbolized the power of the Great Zhao. His eyes were deep, as if he looked through the void and only glimpsed the north.

In the stele pavilion that covered the Wenqu stele in the Wenyuan.

The second master Pang Ji stood with his hands behind his back, and the Wenxin Forest behind him slowly swayed in the breeze, raising the sound of waves in the vast sea.

The sixth mountain of the Holy Mountain, the clouds and rain were shattered and splashed.

There is a mortal swordsman carrying a mortal sword case, with his hands on his chest, his face cold and melancholy, and there are three thousand mortal swords hidden in the case, and each sword is wailing.

An ancient temple is hidden in the deep mountains, and time floats and sinks.

In the Lan Ke Temple, one of the three Buddhist temples, there is a neighing horse in the dark yellow wall.

Wearing a linen robe, Lin Siye, who is feeding hay to the black horse, has a hatchet on his waist, leaning against the stable, looking at the sky with clouds and rain, and sighing softly.

In Ganye Temple.

Master Suzhu sensed that the heart sword she had differentiated collapsed into countless sword qi, and a sigh also appeared on her beautiful face.

The soul leaped, one after another, the top masters of the world, the soul rose to a height of thousands of feet, sensing the outbreak of the mighty city in the north...

The strongest battle of the world.

It can indeed be called the strongest battle of the time. Even if it is only as brilliant as fireworks, it is still brilliant.

Zhao Huangting drew out his heart sword, and the fire of Nirvana burned, allowing his state to return to its peak. Because of his perception, Zhao Huangting even took a half step and stepped into the Nirvana realm of the tenth realm.

This can be called a rare battle of the tenth realm in the world.

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Yuanmeng Dadu, as the capital of Yuanmeng after it invaded the Middle Earth.

The city wall is hundreds of feet high and towering like a mountain. Just looking at it gives people a huge sense of oppression.

Even a great cultivator who has passed the sixth realm will feel oppressive involuntarily when facing this majestic city, and it is difficult for him to exert his full cultivation.

Of course, the purpose of building such a majestic city is not only to oppress the cultivators, but also because the majestic walls of this city are engraved with array patterns.

This formation was taken back from the Lotus Temple by the Yuan Meng Emperor after he visited it. It was engraved on the walls of the entire city. Once activated, it was like a giant Buddha descending to the earth, and the oppression was even greater.

When Zhao Huangting ignited the Nirvana Fire and rushed towards the Yuan Meng capital.

On the wall, three burly figures stared at him.

"Burn the Nirvana Fire and achieve the splendor of the last moment of life."

"The Nirvana Fire of ordinary people will only restore their cultivation to the peak, but this person's current state seems to have allowed him to break the extreme shackles and step into the rare double ten realms in the world."

"Even if it's just a moment, it's enough to splendid the world."

As the royal family of the Yuan Meng Empire, the three looked at each other and stepped out one after another. Their blood and qi suddenly moved like moving mountains and seas, and suddenly turned into three extremely terrifying and ferocious blood beasts, colliding with Zhao Huangting's sword energy and thunder sea!

The fire of Nirvana swept across the city like a roaring dragon.

On the city wall, the Yuanshen formation was activated by three powerful beings, and a large Buddha emerged, wrapped in blood mist, colliding with the sea of ​​sword energy.

However, the towering Buddha was slashed by the sword energy before the thunder.

The figure with flames all over his body jumped onto the city wall, and a silver and dazzling sword released a silver dragon-like sword energy. It was a first-grade sword.

The first-grade sword in the hands of the tenth realm is as different from the first-grade sword in the hands of the sixth realm.

Zhao Huangting cut off the Buddha in this way, forced back the three Yuanmeng royal family members, and stood on the city tower of Dadu.

In the majestic city.

The mind and blood intertwined, and many strong men stared at the great and elegant sword fairy who climbed the city in shock and anger.

The city tower of Dadu of the Yuanmeng Empire has never been trampled like this!

However, facing Zhao Huangting at this moment, many Yuanmeng strong men could only be furious.

Even the three powerful royal families were defeated, and they could only watch Zhao Huangting climb the tower and step on the most proud city tower of the Yuanmeng Empire. What can they, ordinary practitioners, do?

The fire of Nirvana was wrapped in the sword energy like the river and sea, covering the sky above half of the city, and gradually even covering the entire city.

Zhao Huangting jumped into it, holding the Sheniu Dou diagonally, and the sword energy rushed to the sky.

He had been waiting for this battle for five hundred years.

Today, he finally had no regrets.

The only shortcoming was that the sword he held was not Qingshan. It was not that he was unwilling to hold Qingshan, but Zhao Huangting felt that Qingshan Sword was a sword that he was not qualified to hold now.

It was okay when he didn't know, but when he knew the truth, Zhao Huangting, who had the blood of the Great Zhao royal family flowing in his body and handed over the Middle Earth to the alien race, held the sword facelessly.

Zhao Huangting's plain clothes fluttered, his frost-covered hair gradually turned black, and his long eyebrows also turned into black eyebrows, surging in the fire of Nirvana!

He gently raised a sword and handed it out. Countless sword energies gathered in front of him and turned into an extremely huge sword, hanging over Dadu.

Just a light tap.

The giant sword slashed towards Dadu.

However, the giant sword was blocked by a burly figure a few feet away. The burly figure gently raised his hand and grasped the giant sword.

As soon as the figure appeared, it seemed to be just a moment, and it became the focus of the whole world.

Emperor Yuan Meng!

In Dadu, the practitioners of the Yuan Meng Empire all showed excitement, as if they were in a carnival, and the cheers were as loud as the mountains and seas overturned.

The figure grabbed the giant sword with one hand, slowly rose, and gradually rose to the middle of the sky, overlooking Zhao Huangting standing on the city wall, lingering in the fire of Nirvana.

"I know you, five hundred years ago, you waved your sword at me."

"Your sword, I remember."

The Yuan Meng Emperor looked at Zhao Huangting and said indifferently, his voice like a huge bell, exploding inside and outside the city.

The snow in the sky seemed to be shattered in the words.

The world was quiet in an instant.

In the Yuanmeng capital, the fanatical Yuanmeng people stared at the emperor who seemed to be as bright as the sun in the sky.

The Yuanmeng strongmen did not intend to continue to intervene. Since His Majesty came out, it meant that this battle was about to have a result.

"The sword you have today is not that sword."

"Without that sword, it's boring."

The Yuanmeng emperor looked at Zhao Huangting and said indifferently.

Zhao Huangting smiled, and the tip of the Sheniu Dou sword in his hand pressed down again, as if to crush the void. The giant sword burst out with power and pressed down again.

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The contest between the two has begun.

However, the Yuanmeng emperor's palm holding the giant sword suddenly exerted force, and the giant sword was instantly crushed, exploded, and torn into pieces. The intertwined sword energy was hazy over the city.

And the Yuanmeng emperor just opened his mouth and exhaled.

Instantly, the sword energy in the sky was blown away.

"I said, boring."

The Yuan Meng Emperor's eyes were as bright as two scorching suns, so bright that it was difficult to look directly at them. Just his eyes carried a terrifying pressure.

The wall around Zhao Huangting collapsed in an instant, as if the gravity had increased a thousand times in an instant. The intertwined cracks spread like a spider web on the magnificent wall.

Zhao Huangting leaned on the sword, and the fire of Nirvana seemed to be compressed back into his body. His face was calm, and a smile hung on the corner of his lips.

The Yuan Meng Emperor was truly the best in the world, and he was a terrifying existence who had stepped into the ten realms of refining the soul and forging the body.

Even the old sword saint at the bottom of the sword pool was only a body that had stepped into the land fairy, but he was still a little short of refining the soul.

Not only the old sword saint at the bottom of Jianchi Lake, the old master of Zhenwu Temple, the old Tianshi of Tianshi Mansion, the Time Buddha of Lanke Temple, the angry Vajra of Lianhua Temple... all of them are in the single ten realms.

And most of the ten realms in the world are in the single ten realms.

Except for the Yuanmeng Emperor.

"You should focus on people, not swords."

Zhao Huangting said seriously.

"Today, I will let you remember that I am Zhao Huangting!"

The words fell.

Zhao Huangting slightly tilted his face with the sword, as if looking at Anle who was standing far away in Dadu to watch the battle.

The corner of his lips raised, and there seemed to be a murmur, drifting with the wind.

"Boy, watch carefully, what is the three swords of Ci Pai."

"My Zhao Huangting's swordsmanship is definitely not weak!"

Buzz...

Between heaven and earth, there are sword chants.

In an instant, holding the Sheniu Dou and splitting it in front of him, the pressure that the Yuanmeng Emperor watched with his eyes was instantly split.

It was like a sword fairy flying from the sky.

Zhao Huangting was suspended in mid-air, and raised his sword lightly.

"Today, the northern guest wants to go home, and he will return to Hena wearing green silk!"

"Bamboo branch!"

The sword rose, the sword light rose and fell, and a bamboo forest of sword energy seemed to grow in the sky above Dadu, covering Emperor Yuan Meng in an instant.

The sword light entangled, and the bamboo sea rippled, and the visible space seemed to be cut apart!

With a swing of the sword, Emperor Yuanmeng's energy and blood seemed to have turned into condensed Dharma. He raised his fist and smashed it, intending to smash the bamboo sea in front of him. However, with a punch, every sword energy green bamboo fell. He was so proud that even though he withstood Emperor Yuanmeng's fist, he still did not collapse.

Instead, it knocked Emperor Yuan Meng into the air and flew a hundred feet high!

Zhao Huangting laughed loudly, the Nirvana fire on his body became more and more brilliant, his black hair was flying, and his eyes were like iron.

Between heaven and earth, sing loudly again!

"The sky sends you far away, towards the two mountains, and wakes up the crazy clouds."

"You still have your own, the birds are gone in the lost forest, you don't believe in the dusk!"

"Herb!"

Zhao Huangting's sword dance seems to be singing and dancing in a sea of ​​bamboo.

The sword energy rippled.

This sword seems to contain unique emotions. The sword energy stirs up silently, and it is not the body that is hurt, but the soul!

With one sword from Fangcao, kill the soul!

Emperor Yuan Meng frowned, his muscles bulged, his eyebrows cracked, and for a moment there was a terrifying excitement in his mind, making the world darken.

But Fangcao's sword was like a miracle of strong growth in the endless bleak darkness.

boom!

The sword energy once again crashed into Emperor Yuanmeng's body, and Emperor Yuanmeng was once again knocked high into the sky, rising thousands of feet, surrounded by clouds, and was shattered and eliminated by the air machine.

"good."

Emperor Yuanmeng said calmly.

The momentum of Zhao Huangting, who fired two swords in a row, did not fall, but became even higher. The fire of Nirvana burned the sky and formed a sunset scene.

"Refreshing!'

Zhao Huangting laughed.

The sword was retracted and placed horizontally in front of him. The air wave was released under his feet, and he stepped down hard.

"Let's look at the third sword."

"Youth Tour!"

After the words fell, Zhao Huangting's whole body seemed to be integrated with the sword, turning into a sword light and pouring towards Emperor Yuanmeng.

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes narrowed, and there seemed to be a red thunderbolt entwining in his eyes. He stretched out a palm and struck Zhao Huangting with his body as a sword.

When the sword and palm intersected, the terrifying air waves swayed from Yunqiong, circle after circle, as if they turned into a grand mushroom cloud.

And Emperor Yuan Meng's body was knocked up again. This time, it rose thousands of feet straight into the sea of ​​clouds!

After entering the sea of ​​clouds.

A real battle broke out among them.

The sword light, sword energy, and sword technique seemed to form a world.

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Outside the capital of Yuan and Mongolia.

The bright world suddenly became dark, and it seemed that there was no longer any brilliance.

An Le took a deep breath, and then let out a long breath after Emperor Yuan Meng and Zhao Huangting crashed into the sea of ​​clouds.

"color!"

After a long moment of peace, he murmured.

The snowflakes that originally fell from the dusk clouds completely disappeared, as if the brewing snow had been chopped off by Zhao Huangting's three swords of Cipai.

The three peerless swords can change the celestial phenomena. This can also be called a great romance in the world!

Anle closed her eyes and kept thinking about the three swords of Ci Pai used by Zhao Huangting in her mind. Anle had mastered this sword move before, but she never thought that it could explode with such power.

Having obtained the [Emperor] Dao Fruit, the comprehension of the [Eternal Genius] increased, and at this moment he showed his stunning grace.

Anle picked up the bamboo sword Qingshan on his waist.

There is a wind rising from the plains, and the three unparalleled swords seem to be recreated by him at this moment.

Although his power is far less than that of Zhao Huangting, he has mastered the essence of every Cipai sword move!

Wait until the last sword boy game comes to an end.

The ground around Anle was crisscrossed with ravines that had already been torn apart by sword light.

Beside An Le, Wan Jie Liu's body was trembling slightly, and there was faint sword energy on his body, spitting out like a dragon snake.

How can any swordsman watch this battle and not feel excited?

"Senior, after being burned by the fire of Nirvana, will you definitely die?"

Anle put away her sword, exhaled a breath, suddenly thought of it, and couldn't help but open her eyes and ask.

Wan Jieliu withdrew his gaze and no longer paid attention to the sea of ​​clouds. He could only feel the heroism, but could not watch the grand battle.

"The fire of Nirvana is fueled by a lifetime of practice. When the fuel is exhausted, all that is left is a decayed ordinary body that has exhausted its life."

"Death will come as promised."

Wan Jieliu said softly.

His words seemed to be telling Zhao Huangting's fate.

Anle fell silent.

"Do you think Zhao Huangting, who is only a mortal, has the ability to leave this capital of Yuanmeng, which is difficult to escape even if he enters the Nine Realms?"

Wan Jieliu shook his head and said.

Therefore, when Zhao Huangting went north this time, he was determined to die and had no intention of leaving. He just wanted to have a smooth experience and gain clarity of thought.

The battle that failed to go smoothly five hundred years ago can be achieved today.

Zhao Huangting was already satisfied.

Anle was holding the bamboo sword Qingshan, but she didn't know what to say.

Wan Jie Liu suddenly placed his hand on An Le's shoulder. Vaguely, in the direction of Yuanmeng Dadu, a powerful soul glanced over, paying attention to Wan Jie Liu and An Le.

"We should go."

"It's easy to get away without being noticed now."

Wan Jieliu said.

The land of Middle-earth is not without wandering practitioners. As long as they stay away from the capital, they can easily escape. The only difficulty is crossing the Canglang River.

However, for Zhao Huangting's sake, many generals of the Great Zhao in the Canglang River battlefield will take action, so crossing the river is actually nothing.

Wan Jieliu wanted to take Anle away.

But soon he was stunned.

Because of the tug of war, he found that Anle was staring at Yuanmeng Dadu, motionless.

"Just leave Senior Zhao here alone?"

Anle murmured.

Wan Jieliu's eyes shrank when he heard it.

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Above the sea of ​​clouds.

Suddenly, a sword light tore through the clouds, and after the Nirvana fire burned to the extreme, it gradually began to disappear.

Wait until the last bit of fire disappeared in the world.

The disappearing flying snow seemed to have condensed the coldness again, and began to fall down, falling into the world bit by bit.

A piece of snow, dyed red.

A clang.

The silver-glowing sword shot out from the sea of ​​clouds and slammed into the city wall.

That was the first-class sword forged by Master Wang Yansheng, Sheniudou.

Today, Sheniudou was stuck on the tower of Yuanmeng Dadu, and the silver sword body was covered with cracks.

And on the side of the sword.

It was Zhao Huangting, whose clothes were stained with blood. Zhao Huangting sat cross-legged on the tower, and there was no blood and spirit in his body.

He squeezed out all his strength in exchange for a hearty and guilt-free battle.

The sea of ​​clouds was torn apart.

The Yuanmeng Emperor walked out of it, his clothes fluttering, and his breath was still like the bright sun, hanging high, burning everything.

However, what shocked the whole world was...

There was an extremely dazzling sword mark on the chest of the Yuanmeng Emperor, starting from the shoulder and cutting to the waist and abdomen.

At the end of the wound, a drop of blood that seemed to be enough to collapse the city was condensing.

Burning Nirvana, the Yuan Emperor bleeds!

It turns out that the world's number one Yuanmeng Emperor can also bleed!

Zhao Huangting, who was sitting on the city wall, raised his head and grinned. He smacked his lips while laughing, but unfortunately there was no wine at the moment.

The Yuanmeng Emperor calmly looked at the old man who was running out of energy, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. As for the injury, he didn't care.

Even if the whole world knew that he would be injured, so what?

How many people really dared to burn Nirvana like Zhao Huangting and leave him a wound?

"Whether you are happy or not, I am happy anyway."

Zhao Huangting looked at the Yuanmeng Emperor and laughed softly.

He stood up with difficulty and staggering.

Zhao Huangting stood on the city wall of the Yuanmeng land, looking at the northern land. The blood falling from the sky made him feel a little cold.

In the Yuanmeng capital.

A strong man took a step and wanted to get close to Zhao Huangting.

However, he was stopped by the Yuanmeng Emperor who waved his hand in the sky.

"He is qualified to die with dignity since he can hurt me."

The Yuan Meng Emperor said calmly.

The Yuan Meng warriors bowed and retreated.

On the city wall, the skinny old man looked at the northern land under the heavy snow and sighed.

"It's a pity that I can't see the day when the northern homeland is recovered."

On the city wall, the shooting bullfight trembled and cried sadly.

Zhao Huangting's old body opened his arms, closed his eyes, and jumped down.

At the same time.

On the plain outside Dadu.

An Le threw out the tattered bamboo sword hanging from his waist.

With a sword chant, the tattered bamboo sword flew towards the towering tower of Yuan Meng Dadu.

The green mountains are still there.

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