Chapter 133: A Line of Mountains and Rivers Opens up, the Snow Stops and the Sixth Mountain Master Arrives

Some people say that Jianghu is a world composed of practitioners. In this world, the strong float upstream, while the weak are like endless swimming fish, sinking downstream. Whenever they are quietly swallowed by a big fish, it is difficult to make a ripple.

And a peerless cultivator like Emperor Yuanmeng smashed into a mountain in the rivers and lakes. If he moved at will, many cultivators would be killed.

Today's Zhao Huangting is like a big fish leaping out of the rivers and lakes. He plowed a gully on the mountain that crashed into the rivers and lakes, allowing the water in the rivers and lakes to flow upstream along the gully.

Throughout the world, too many people are paying attention to this battle.

Their expressions were complicated, their hearts were surging, and they were amazed.

Before that, Emperor Yuanmeng had been in the world for 1500 years, and no one could shake him. Many people even felt that Emperor Yuanmeng was so invincible that he could not be hurt.

Today, Zhao Huangting used the sword in his hand to make a big show, making Emperor Yuanmeng bleed, telling all the strong people in the world that Emperor Yuanmeng would also bleed.

Of course, Zhao Huangting's main purpose was to tell Anle, to arouse the courage in his heart, and to place high hopes on the young man who had given Qingshan a gift.

Snow fell from the sky and the earth, as if singing a sad song.

The heavy snow was dyed red, seeming to reflect the brilliance of the setting sun.

A peerless strong man who is facing sunset, does not want to die in a wasteful time or die silently. He would rather ignite Nirvana and usher in a great romance and great happiness.

In this world, no one can live forever, but people can choose their own way of death.

A layer of snow fell on the towering city walls of Dadu.

The cracked first-grade sword weapon Shooting Bull Dou was inserted on the city wall. Although it was full of cracks, it remained unbroken, proudly like the erect spine of an old man.

Zhao Huangting did not choose to sit on the city wall and wait for death.

After a hearty and vigorous battle, there was a silent and sad ending.

He chose a heroic ending for himself.

He jumped off the city wall, and with his now ordinary body, he would surely die if he fell from the hundred-foot city wall.

Even if the death is ugly, even if no one collects the body.

But melting into his hometown in the North with blood may be the way Zhao Huangting prefers to die.

Zhao Huangting closed his eyes, and what passed by his ears was the roar of the wind and waves.

The distance between the ground and the ground is getting farther and farther, the energy and blood in his body are no longer there, and both his soul and mind are melted by the fire of Nirvana.

The ground is getting closer, which means death is getting closer.

However, when it was about to hit the ground.

The familiar sound of sword chants resounded, and a sword suddenly came from a distance. The falling white snow was cut in half by the sword's edge. Suxue rubbed against the sword, and gradually cracked and was rubbed apart. The burning heat melted into a mirror-like liquid.

Zhao Huangting opened his cloudy eyes.

There was a trace of confusion, a trace of emotion, a trace of complexity, and finally... panic!

This guy Anle hasn't left yet!

Wan Jieliu left without Anle!

Zhao Huangting had long been prepared to die. He had long promised to bring Anle here, so that Anle could see the great rivers and mountains in the North, see the great success of his battle with Emperor Yuanmeng, and let Anle experience The real Cipai Three Swords can deepen your understanding of these sword moves.

He never thought that Anle would come to save him!

Where is this?

Yuanmeng Dadu! Yuan Meng Dadu is full of powerful people!

He, Zhao Huangting, could risk everything, climb the walls of the capital city, and swing his sword for convenience, because the worst possible outcome would be death.

But Anle is not good. Anle is still young and has an unlimited future. How can he die in the capital of Yuanmeng now? !

Zhao Huangting's eyelashes trembled at this moment, and panic could not help but show on his old face.

Facing the extremely powerful Emperor Yuan Meng, Zhao Huangting was not afraid. Facing death, Zhao Huangting was also extremely free and easy. However, when Qingshan still appeared, he could not conceal his fear.

Anle cannot die here!

Wan Jieliu, this bastard, can't even take Anle away? !

Buzz buzz...

The brilliant sword chant instantly lingered around Zhao Huangting's body, and the sword energy blew like a spring breeze, holding up Zhao Huangting's rapidly falling body.

Finally, he was safely lifted to the ground.

His feet stepped on the ground, snow fell on his shoulders, and Zhao Huangting's body swayed.

In the distance, a figure in white clothes was bathed in white light, coming quickly, at an extremely fast speed, appearing almost at the same time as Qingshan, and landed next to him.

"You bastard..."

Zhao Huangting had a complex expression on his face, and his heart was a little blocked.

"Why don't you leave?"

"After watching the battle, you can leave!"

Zhao Huangting said weakly.

He really felt powerless. Now he was just an ordinary person, and his life span was only the thin gravel missing from the hourglass, which would soon be exhausted.

He no longer has any power to take Anle out of here.

A bright and gentle smile appeared on Anle's handsome face.

"What did senior say? I still have to take senior home."

Anle was bathed in white light and said softly.

"You, you..." When Zhao Huangting heard the word "go home", he originally wanted to criticize her, but when it came to his mouth, he couldn't spit it out.

"This is troublesome..."

Zhao Huangting said with a headache.

He was not allowed to live in peace before his death and was even given a headache.

At this moment, Wan Jie Liu in the distance had a complicated expression on his face. Zhao Huangting died in Yuan Meng Dadu, with no bones left. The blood in the lonely corpse gradually became cold and silent...

Even if he thought about it, he couldn't bear it, but his clear consciousness told him that he couldn't be as crazy as An Le.

To save Zhao Huangting at this time would only cost the lives of both of them.

Although Wan Jie Liu had to admit that he did not have the courage to save Zhao Huangting at this time, it was natural that he did not have this courage.

After all, what he was facing at this moment... was Yuan Meng Dadu!

The number one Yuan Meng emperor in the world!

Therefore, when Wan Jie Liu found that An Le was about to throw out the bamboo sword on his waist, he stretched out his hand without hesitation to pull An Le, intending to drag An Le away from here immediately.

After all, their whereabouts had been vaguely discovered.

However, what surprised Wan Jie Liu was that his outstretched hand...did not catch An Le's figure, and a powerful force directly bounced his palm away.

This...

He is a cultivator of the ninth realm, can't catch a cultivator of the fifth realm?

The fact is that it is true. He can only watch Anle throw the bamboo sword at his waist, and the whole person is like an arrow from a bow, knocking away the snow that represents desolation, and running towards the magnificent city!

Rushing towards Zhao Huangting who is about to fall into the cold earth.

"Senior Wan, you leave first."

Anle's words to let him leave came lightly.

Then, he saw the white heroic spirit surging from Anle's body, penetrating into the sky!

This heroic spirit made Anle run faster and faster, and his breath became stronger and stronger!

Wan Jieliu took a deep breath, and after reacting, he couldn't help but get angry. Let him escape first? Who are you looking down on? !

He also started to take steps, and didn't escape on his own.

The pride of being a sword cultivator made him not allow this.

There was even a bit of excitement and heroic trembling in his heart.

Looking at Anle's back, Wan Jieliu had a complicated expression. He suddenly understood why Anle could ring the sword bell thirty-six times...

Even facing the world's number one Yuan Meng Emperor, he had no fear at all. This attitude really made him, a ninth realm, admire him.

Thousands of feet in the sky.

Standing in the torn sea of ​​clouds, the Yuan Meng Emperor looked at the situation under the majestic city indifferently.

He had long noticed the two figures who came with Zhao Huangting, one in the middle of the ninth realm, and the other... the fifth realm.

The weak ones made the Yuan Meng Emperor not even interested.

After all, with such strength, I'm afraid they don't even have the courage to step into the Yuan Meng capital.

Not everyone can come with the determination to die like Zhao Huangting.

However, the Yuan Meng Emperor didn't think that the two could escape. Now the Middle Earth belongs to the Yuan Meng Empire. If he gave an order, the two could not escape far.

However, what surprised the Yuan Meng Emperor was that the boy, who was only in the fifth realm, did not choose to flee when Zhao Huangting fell from the tower, but instead threw out his sword and rushed over.

He... is he not afraid of death?

Then, the Yuan Meng Emperor felt a surge of heroic spirit from the boy, and around the heroic light column, there was an invincible force that turned from a white python into a dragon.

This power made the boy's Qi rise to an extremely high level at once.

It was very strange, like the method of the Taoist Zhenwu Temple to attract the Qi of heaven and man.

But if you want to save people with this...

It's far from enough.

The Yuan Meng Emperor looked at it indifferently. This little power wanted to take away a person who challenged him from the Yuan Meng capital.

Even without the Yuan Meng Emperor's words.

In the Yuan Meng capital, there were already strong men who found that something was wrong and released their majestic blood and extremely terrifying minds.

The Yuanshen and Qi and blood intertwined to form a huge Dharma image, which crashed towards Anle and Zhao Huangting under the city.

The Yuanmeng Emperor said that Zhao Huangting should die with dignity.

But Zhao Huangting must die!

If he was rescued, it would be the face of the Yuanmeng Empire and the face of the Yuanmeng Emperor!

"Zhao Huangting, die!"

"The rescuer, die!"

The deafening sound exploded, and countless snowflakes falling from the sky were shattered into mist in just a moment!

Anle held Qingshan, and carried Zhao Huangting on his shoulders with his backhand. He raised his eyes and looked at the terrifying Dharma image power that fell.

The majestic wind and waves blew, and the huge power seemed to empty the air.

That was the fist of the Dharma image formed by the Yuanshen and Qi and blood at the peak of the Ninth Realm!

The huge pressure was enough to freeze the blood and stiffen the thoughts of the practitioners below the Ninth Realm, and they didn't even have the strength to move.

But Anle looked up, his face was very calm.

His hair was flying, and his white clothes were rustling.

Let’s not talk about the fearless character provided by the [Fearless Heart] Dao Fruit.

In the Qingshan Kaifeng test, he was not afraid of the giant sword slashed by the immortal. How could he be so afraid that he couldn’t walk when facing the fist of a nine-level strongman from the Yuanmeng Empire?

In his heart, because he saw the heroic spirit of the emperor stone figurine slashing the immortal with one step, and just now he saw Zhao Huangting’s three swords of the peerless poetry card, which made the Yuanmeng emperor bleed.

The [Heroic Spirit] that was originally squeezed out by him was filled up again by absorbing the heroic spirit of the world.

As soon as it was filled up, it was squeezed out by Anle again.

Of course, this is not Anle’s real trump card!

Since he has a trump card, why not try to take this old man who is both a teacher and a friend home, so that he will not die here, and there will be no one to collect his body?

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It has attracted so much heroic spirit in the world, and dares ordinary people to kill ghosts and gods!

Anle carried Zhao Huangting on his back, took Qingshan in his hand, and hummed the sword. He suddenly slashed at the giant fist of the peak of the ninth realm.

All the heroic spirit gathered in this sword.

In addition to the sharpened Qingshan, the sword energy gathered in this sword became extremely sharp.

The sword energy met the fist of the Dharma image and crashed into it!

Boom! ! !

At the place where the sword light and the fist collided, there seemed to be a circle of invisible lake surface spreading out. This strong wave hit the towering city wall, causing the city wall to shake slightly!

The ground under Anle's feet seemed to be spread out like a spider web in an instant.

"Let's go!"

An Le took a deep breath, and was wrapped in the thinner pillar of heroic light, and flew away quickly.

On the wall of Dadu, several Nine Realm strongmen of the Yuanmeng Empire were all stunned and shocked.

Especially the strong man who condensed the blood and the soul, was even more puzzled. The sword energy slashed by the Five Realms... blocked his punch? !

What kind of power is that white light pillar from the sky?

The power of immortals?

No, the point is...he was so embarrassed that he was blocked by a Five Realms!

With the help of the power of heroic spirit, An Le's speed at this moment was like lightning.

However, the Nine Realm strongmen in the Yuanmeng Dadu who reacted were angry and would not let An Le take people away like this.

Wan Jie Liu pulled out the sword that looked like a willow branch from his waist.

He came to Anle's side, his face was cold and solemn, and of course, there was a touch of complexity in his eyes.

Obviously, he did not expect Anle to burst out the power to resist the Nine Realms.

Zhao Huangting was not surprised. After all, in Lin'an Prefecture, Anle had once demonstrated [Heroic Attraction] and broke the plan of the Zhao family emperor.

Now, although it was unexpected, it was expected that such means and trump cards would reappear.

"Mr. An, your power is indeed strange, but... this is the north after all, the capital of Yuanmeng."

Wan Jieliu sighed.

The gathering place of Yuanmeng strongmen.

Although many powerful Nine Realms are in the Canglang River battlefield, there are naturally many strong men in the imperial capital.

An Le looked at Wan Jie Liu, his face was very calm, as if he still had confidence. He said: "Senior Wan, let's go separately. You should be able to leave easily by yourself."

Wan Jie Liu heard this and immediately glared: "Mr. An, do you look down on me?"

"I promised my teacher that I would take you back personally. Naturally, I will not go back to Jianchi Palace alone in disgrace. If that happens, how can I have the face to practice swordsmanship and the heart to forge swords?!"

Wan Jie Liu's voice was even angry.

Although he did not have the heroic spirit and straightforwardness of Zhao Huangting to die.

But he was also a sword cultivator.

A swordsman should have an unstoppable sharpness!

Wan Jie Liu stopped talking, took out the sword box behind him, and gently pushed open the lid of the sword box.

"I thought this sword box would be used when I crossed the river, but I didn't expect to open the box now."

Wan Jie Liu said.

"Mr. An, you take Zhao Huangting away first. I will catch up with you later and we will cross the river and go home together."

The words fell.

The Wanjieliu sword box has been opened, and there are eighteen swords lying in it, each of which is only the length of a palm.

The fingers brushed over the eighteen swords, and finally tapped.

The sword energy in the sword box soared into the sky, and the eighteen swords whistled out at the same time, like thunders shooting out of the sword box!

The eighteen swords intertwined and combined into a huge sword energy killing array!

Stop the powerful men of the Yuanmeng Empire who were coming one by one!

"The sword array of the Jianchi Palace?"

"Looking for death!"

"The iron cavalry of the Yuanmeng Empire will sooner or later flatten the Jianchi Palace!"

The cold snort came from the mouths of the figures who were coming one by one. The next moment, a great force swept up, and a series of terrifying attacks smashed towards the sword array!

Wan Jie Liu's face turned pale instantly, but it was really difficult for him, who was in the middle stage of the ninth realm, to control the sword formation to resist so many strong men!

Above the sea of ​​clouds.

The Yuan Meng Emperor, whose wounds had completely recovered, looked at the scene indifferently with his burly figure.

His eyes were fixed on An Le.

He had a rather strange feeling about this young man, like... a threat?

How could a mere fifth realm cultivator threaten him, the world's number one in the double tenth realm?

However, the Yuan Meng Emperor believed in his intuition, and what he believed more was... the dragon veins of the Middle Earth that he had absorbed.

At this moment, the dragon veins of the Middle Earth began to tremble constantly when An Le burst out the power of [Heroic Attraction], forcing the Yuan Meng Emperor to divide more of his mind to suppress it.

Therefore, the Yuan Meng Emperor took a step forward.

Like a purple thunder on the cloud dome, it appeared in front of the sword formation in an instant, and with a big hand grabbing, the sword formation formed by the eighteen swords instantly fell apart and broke!

Wan Jie Liu only felt a deep pressure, rushing towards him, like a sword like a willow branch across his body, and he plowed the ground with his feet, retreating a thousand feet.

Wan Jie Liu's eyes narrowed, and he gasped for breath.

This oppressive feeling...

When you really face it, you will know how terrifying it is!

Is this still a human? !

And Zhao Huangting could actually hurt Emperor Yuanmeng like this and make him bleed? !

Emperor Yuanmeng had his hands behind his back, his luxurious robes clung tightly to his body, outlining his rock-hard muscles, his hair was flying vigorously, and there seemed to be purple electricity intertwined in his eyes.

He didn't even look at Wan Jieliu who was forced back by his move.

Staring at An Le, his eyes moved and fell on the green mountain in An Le's hands.

"So the sword is here."

Emperor Yuanmeng said calmly that he had always remembered this sword.

Back then, when he broke through the Double Ten Realm, he was so heroic and invincible, but he failed to break this sword, which certainly left a deep impression on him.

However, he didn't stay too long on the green mountain. His eyes moved sideways and fell on Anle.

The pillar of light formed by the heroic spirit has gradually disappeared, leaving only weak and slender white silk threads, and it is still disappearing little by little.

Facing the pressure of Emperor Yuanmeng who was as fierce as the huge waves of the vast sea, Anle carried Zhao Huangting on his back and still stood firm without any signs of bending.

It's like a young tiger raising its head, facing a giant Canglan dragon!

"So brave, the invincible white python transformed into a dragon, not bad."

"You should be left to be killed by the geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire, and your invincibility can be eliminated."

Emperor Yuanmeng said calmly.

It seems that it is very easy and natural for the genius of the Yuanmeng Empire to kill Anle.

"However, before that, I need to figure out why you can cause the dragon's veins to turmoil."

Emperor Yuanmeng's purple and electric eyes were extremely profound.

As soon as the words fell, Emperor Yuanmeng's palm moved toward Anle.

Just one hand made the surrounding space seem to freeze.

Anle took a deep breath and held Qingshan tightly. In his dantian, the golden sword energy elixir slowly spread out.

But, at the same time.

There was a gentle sword cry from the yellow pear wood sword box that An Le carried on his back.

The ink pool suddenly turned into a straight black line and shot out, stabbing towards Emperor Yuanmeng's palm. This sword was like a mantis using its arm as a chariot or a fly shaking a tree.

Anle was stunned.

However, Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes fell on this sword as black as ink.

Only a tinkling sound was heard.

As if there was a straight sword light, in an instant, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers opened up, and the wind and snow in the sky suddenly stopped!

Mo Chi disappeared and was replaced by...

It is a cold figure with arms folded, wearing a green shirt and carrying a pine sword box on his back.

Thousands of miles across mountains and rivers, changing shapes and forms!

The snow stopped.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain arrives.

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