Chapter 138: One Man and One Sword Break Three Hundred Armors, Evil Ghosts Come Floating in the River

The rain was getting heavier, and every raindrop that fell from the sky hit the reeds, making each reed sway left and right.

The rain curtains intertwined, misting the fog on the river bank, making the scene in front of us very blurry, but for practitioners, eyes are never the only tool to observe things.

The Yuanshen swept through, and the figure that walked out of the thick fog could no longer hide.

The white-clothed boy carried a sword box and a long knife on his waist, and carried an octogenarian with a dead aura on his back.

The burly man who jumped out of the tent, releasing the innate spiritual energy intertwined with the blood and qi around his body, tried his best to open his eyes, as if to show the madness of the Yuanmeng grassland warriors to the fullest.

"Enemy attack!"

The roar made the whole military camp restless.

Even if the visitor was just a boy carrying an old man, this man with the sixth realm of cultivation did not dare to underestimate him.

Not everyone knows what happened in Dadu. Zhao Huangting's challenge to the Yuanmeng Emperor was indeed very heroic. However, only those who stood at the highest level in the field of cultivation were qualified to observe and know about this challenge.

He didn't know the origin of the young man, nor did he know the origin of the old man on his back. However, the murderous intentions intertwined between heaven and earth made this battle-hardened man feel the crisis in the dark.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The water vapor evaporated from the river rushed into the clouds. After reaching a limit, the accumulated water flow would return to the world.

The raindrops fell on the ground, mixed with the mud and dust, and raised a strong earthy smell.

Three hundred soldiers of the Yuanmeng Empire, wearing armor, piled up in front of him in such a solemn manner. The intertwined blood formed a magnificent military momentum in the sky.

Military momentum is the unique spirit of the army. The breath of hundreds of people intertwined together, comparable to the heavy weight of mountains, which is a kind of spiritual shock.

Eyes have weight, but hundreds of eyes cast their gazes at the same time, even practitioners will be disturbed by such an impact.

As Anle walked, he raised his hand and grasped the exquisite hilt made by Master Wang Yansheng in the sword box. The sword ears were like the scissor tail of a swallow, and there were circles of patterns wrapped around the hilt, which not only prevented slipping, but also increased the touch of holding the sword.

Anle grasped the hilt and slowly drew out the sword. This first-class sword weapon that Anle participated in making was melted with Anle's essence and blood, as if it was connected with his mind. At this moment, a clear sword chant was emitted, and the sword chant alone shattered the raindrops.

Instead of using Qingshan, he hung the bamboo sword Qingshan on Zhao Huangting's waist, allowing the bamboo sword to release its aura and wrap around Zhao Huangting, protecting the old man who was already exhausted, so that he would not be affected in the next battle.

This was the first time that Anle used the Swallow Returning Nest. This top-grade sword was quite large and looked very heavy, but in Anle's hand, it was as light as a feather and easy to use.

Perhaps, this was the tacit understanding between the swordsmith and the sword.

Anle began to run, and the innate spiritual energy in his dantian shook, blending with the blood and qi in his body, and his breath rose steadily.

He needed to fight quickly, so there could be no delay.

The ancient monster's five animals tiger-like anomaly!

The blood and qi seemed to be all over his body, interweaving to form a colorful monster tiger!

The whole person turned into a blood-colored monster tiger running wildly, and crashed into the three hundred soldiers stacked with heavy shields.

The army's fighting method was different from that of ordinary practitioners. Behind the heavy shields were spears, which kept moving forward like a chariot!

Winter!

Anle crashed into it.

The blood and qi collapsed, and the high wall made of heavy shields sank deeply, but because of the accumulation of power, it withstood Anle's first wave of impact.

It was like a boulder that wanted to break the river, but was vaguely washed away by the river flow.

Anle's face remained unchanged, and he stepped heavily on the nearest shield made of fine iron. He held out the Yan Guichao in his hand, and instantly the thick shield was pierced like tofu.

The Yuanmeng soldier behind the shield was also immediately pierced in the head and lost his life.

The raindrops fell, and were shaken by Anle's qi, and then exploded again. One person faced three hundred armors, took a step back, and punched with five fingers.

It hit Yan Guichao, and there was a cry of swallows torn apart!

The sword light was like a dragon with its head out of the abyss, chiseling through the defensive formation of heavy shields and tearing open a huge gap!

The sixth realm man had a knife on his waist, picked up a black iron bow, and aimed a jet-black arrow at the boy who was charging into the formation.

Practitioners are indeed extraordinary, but they are not easily invincible when facing an army.

If an eighth realm practitioner were here, the three hundred armors would be killed in a short time. If it were a ninth realm practitioner, the three hundred armors would collapse in an instant.

However, the boy in front of him was only a fifth realm, and facing three hundred armors alone, in his opinion, was indeed rampant.

When the military forces overlap, the practitioners will be suppressed. Many practitioners are unwilling to face the army directly. That is because under the influence of the military formation and military forces, the strength that practitioners can exert is limited. If one is strong and the other is weak, it is easy to be dragged to death by the army!

"Pull back thirty steps, hide spears behind shields, and throw spears to kill!"

"Drag him until his blood and spirit are exhausted, and then play a good show of 300 spears piercing his heart!"

The commander of the Yuanmeng garrison in the Sixth Realm bent his bow, bathed in the rain, and roared fiercely.

The army that was pierced by Anle instantly changed its formation and formed a big circle to surround Anle.

The swallows returned to the nest with a roar, and Anle held the sword, raised his hand and touched the center of his eyebrows.

The sword furnace clanged, and the sword energy was crisscrossed.

The Yuanshen sat on the heart sword, and the sitting and forgetting clouds were as high as a hundred feet!

The colorful clouds swept out.

The Six Realms who was bending his bow was horrified.

Was he dazzled? The glow of the Sit and Forget was a hundred feet high? !

And the scene that happened the next moment made his genitals tighten and his body shiver!

A momentum rose from Anle's body, like a dragon roar exploding in the ears of every soldier, making them fall into a brief confusion.

Then they saw that the white-clothed boy had a dragon rising up and winding around him, and an invisible sense of oppression swept over them, making them feel that the boy was invincible when he drew his sword!

"Invincible momentum?!"

The Six Realms Commander had some knowledge, and he was even more horrified when he heard it.

Anle counted his fingers, his mind and spirit intertwined, his face was calm, neither happy nor sad.

When fighting, he liked rainy days.

Because rainy days were like countless more swords for him.

Every drop of rain was a sword.

The sword in his heart spread, and he tapped his fingers in front of him. Ripples spread like a calm lake. In the raindrops suspended in the air, it seemed that in just a moment, a subtle sword energy was generated.

"The sword energy is near."

Anle said.

The sword energy of all things in the world is near.

Every drop of rain is a sword.

Puff puff puff!

Rain fell, swords fell, heads fell.

The blood instantly dyed the ground red, and the bloody smell could not be dissipated by the rain.

The dozens of soldiers of the second and third realms surrounding Anle were all beheaded by the raindrops that turned into swords. One by one, the heads were like cabbages that were broken open and fell to the ground.

The army formation had a tendency to collapse in an instant!

Anle charged forward again, and the sword was raised, like a sword dance.

The sword moved bamboo branches.

It seemed that green bamboos grew out of the earth and pierced the bodies of Yuanmeng soldiers.

The sword chanting sounded as the swallows returned to the nest, and a series of blood beads appeared on the sword tip. The defeated army formation had never gathered its strength again, so Anle felt very little pressure and killed people very quickly.

Zhao Huangting squinted his eyes, lying on the boy's back, with a smile on his lips, feeling very peaceful.

Anle killed the enemy with the sword moves taught by the old man, and his mastery of the sword moves was very skillful, which made Zhao Huangting feel very surprised.

There were more and more corpses on the ground, and even the regrouped army formation was less and less stressed because of the decrease in the number of people.

The two deputy commanders of the fifth realm rushed out at a rapid speed at the signal of the sixth realm commander who was bending his bow.

The sixth realm commander was still bending his bow to seize the opportunity!

The two deputy commanders of the fifth realm came to kill, their blood and mind intertwined, the fifth realm was not a weakling, but not every fifth realm was a genius.

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Yan Guichao was flying with his sword, and was lightly hit by Anle, and a sound wave exploded immediately. Under the control of his mind, Yinlu Wusha directly blew half of the body of a fifth-level deputy commander into a bloody mess.

Anle pressed down with an invincible force, and Yan Guichao passed by, and a big head flew into the sky.

Another fifth-level took the opportunity to kill, and Anle drew out Ding Fengbo from his waist and smashed it hard. The power far exceeded that of the fifth level, plus the domineering power of Ding Fengbo, a second-grade magic weapon.

Directly cut off the opponent's weapon, and by the way, cut the wound on the neck, and blood spilt out. Anle added another knife and directly killed the opponent.

Killing the fifth level with the fifth level, so easy?

Since Anle started practicing, he has met cultivators who are not ordinary people. Except for Zhushan, the former coachman of Luo Qingchen, who is an ordinary cultivator, all other cultivators can be called geniuses.

But Anle won all of them, even on the Little Saint List.

Now facing the same level of single fifth realm, with the blessing of invincibility and high-grade weapons, it is naturally easy to win.

The commander of the sixth realm was shocked. He knew that this young man who rushed into the battle was one of the best even among the geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire.

This made his heart more shrouded in haze and uneasiness.

However, in the interval between Anle's killing, his eyes condensed, found the right opportunity, and shot the arrow immediately.

Time seemed to stop under the arrow, and all the raindrops were pierced and pierced.

This arrow contained the mental pressure of his six realms, and it was shot out with the innate qi and blood. In addition, it was shot at the right time, so it was difficult for the five realms practitioners to dodge and would definitely be penetrated.

However, his so-called pressure had no effect on Anle. Anle glanced at the arrow, flicked his finger, and accurately hit the arrow body. The arrow deviated in direction and pierced through several Yuanmeng soldiers with a whistle, bringing up a puff of blood.

Anle looked at the six realms holding the bow. After the first wave, the heart sword re-condensed and pressed down gently with his palm.

In an instant, the soldiers around exploded with blood flowers again, and heads fell to the ground one by one.

And Anle, in the explosion of blood flowers, drove the sword swallow back to the nest, holding the bloody golden knife to calm the storm, moved his body, smashed the ice rain, and rushed to the only six realms in the Yuanmeng army!

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When Anle released his Qi and charged into the battle formation to kill the enemy, a wave of extremely powerful Yuanshen swept over in an instant.

The sound of breaking through the air resounded endlessly, and the strong men who had chased from Yuanmeng Dadu all rushed over at this moment.

However, above the sky, a rainstorm swept.

The Sixth Mountain Master, carrying a pinewood sword box on his back, crossed his arms and stopped these people again.

The box opened an inch, and the sword light leaped out like a waterfall. All three thousand hidden swords came out, as if they had turned into three thousand human figures above the sky.

However, the Sixth Mountain Lord can only stop those in the Nine Realms.

The Sixth Mountain Lord cannot stop some practitioners in the Eighth and Seventh Realms of the Yuanmeng Empire.

As for the Sixth Realm, there is no need for the Sixth Mountain Lord to stop it, although the gap between the Sixth Realm and the Fifth Realm is very large, which is a watershed in the realm of cultivation.

However, in front of a true genius, this watershed is useless.

With the spirit of Anle singing loudly on the Little Saint List, plus the invincible force gathered by learning from Li Youan, ordinary Sixth Realm dares to stop Anle... It is no different from seeking death.

You will feel the real crushing of talent.

You will understand that there are really big differences between people.

In this world, on the north bank of the Canglang River, the blood and blood smoke are surging endlessly. The attack on the border troops of the Yuanmeng Empire launched by Ye Longsheng, Zhong Shiji, Di Zang and Li Youan at the same time did have an effect.

Even though Anle's position was exposed and the blood-qi smoke was lit, the armies of all parties were too late to support him. Only the scattered practitioners of the Yuanmeng Empire rushed to the front.

A rare smile appeared on the cold face of the Sixth Mountain Lord.

With his hands on his chest, the sword flew around him, and between the rain curtains in the sky, he tore open a picture scroll, in which the sword energy was swaying, covering all the nine realms.

In the reed marsh, a wave of air suddenly swept through, causing the reeds to bend their waists to both sides and it was difficult to straighten them up again.

The sound of breaking through the air resounded one after another, and the raindrops were smashed into misty water vapor one by one.

Although the Nine Realm strongmen were blocked by the Sixth Mountain Lord, there were still many practitioners of the Eighth and Seventh Realms who rushed to chase them.

When they felt the strong blood in the air had not yet dissipated.

The three hundred armors of the Yuanmeng Empire fell apart and were all slaughtered.

Blood interweaves and flows in a winding way, almost forming a stream.

Two eighth-level practitioners walked through the corpses step by step with gloomy faces.

Finally, they stopped in front of a headless corpse with its legs kneeling on the ground. The headless corpse was none other than the leader of the 300-man garrison team.

A sixth-level practitioner who has stepped into the realm of Guanqi Sea through body forging.

"Carrying a burden who has lost his cultivation, breaking through 300 armors with the fifth-level cultivation, and crossing the border to kill a sixth-level cultivator..."

Even the two eighth-level practitioners felt heavy in their hearts.

Even if they were in the fifth level, they could not do this at all.

A hundred people form an army, and the military momentum formed by 300 armors, and the military formation driven by them, under the leadership of a sixth-level leader, is not weaker than the combat power of a seventh-level practitioner.

But, that Anle... not only carried a burden, but also broke through 300 armors directly.

Many practitioners looked at each other, with deep shock in their eyes. Suddenly, they all moved their bodies and landed on the river bank.

On the turbulent river, they could see a small boat breaking through the huge waves and heading to the other side of the river.

On the boat, they saw a man in white holding a sword, his white clothes stained with blood, facing the river wind, looking at them calmly.

Above the boy's head, a dragon transformed by white energy was lingering and roaring.

Many powerful men of the Yuanmeng Empire were silent, and the two eighth-level practitioners looked cold and even had the urge to chase after the boy in white.

However, reason quickly overcame this impulse.

"Forget it. Such a genius may have a trump card that we cannot figure out. It would be funny if we were killed by the trap if we chased him against the great evil in Canglang River."

"The genius should be hunted by the geniuses of our Empire Falcon List. Tielie, Wotai, Tuzhen, Boqi and other geniuses at the top of the Falcon List should be looking forward to hunting him."

The Falcon List was a list that was always hung high when the Yuan Meng Empire was galloping on the grassland.

All geniuses under the age of 30 were on the list. Now, as the Yuan Meng Emperor refined the dragon veins of the Middle Earth, the power of the dragon veins and the national destiny of the Yuan Meng Empire fed back to these geniuses. It is said that the first genius on the Falcon List has already stepped into the double seven realms, even compared with some older generation practitioners.

This is also the reason why the practitioners of the Yuan Meng Empire gradually looked down on the Great Zhao, Western Liang and Dali Kingdom.

In terms of genius inheritance, the three kingdoms of Great Zhao, Western Liang and Dali combined are not as good as the Yuan Meng Empire.

"In the past, the geniuses of our Yuanmeng Empire were not qualified to compete for the position of the Lord of the Holy Mountain, but now it is different. With His Majesty refining the dragon veins of the Central Earth, the seventh mountain of the Holy Mountain will be opened. The geniuses of our Yuanmeng Empire's Falcon List will finally have the opportunity to compete for the position of the Lord of the Seventh Mountain."

"The Holy Mountain will also be conquered by us!"

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The river water hit the boat, and the rain hit the eaves of the boat, making a rustling sound.

This not-so-big boat was the only one found in the tent.

After killing the leader of the Six Realms, Anle found it and carried the boat directly into the Canglang River.

It would be easier to cross the river with a boat, unless it was a Nine Realms strongman who could ignore the terrifying evil at the bottom of the river and easily step on the waves.

When Zhao Huangting crossed the river to the north before, he stepped on a bullfight and broke through the waves directly.

With Anle, the speed was extremely fast.

At that time, Zhao Huangting had ignited Nirvana, and his cultivation had reached its peak, almost reaching the Ten Realms, so it was natural for him to cross the river easily.

But now, crossing the river to the south, it was difficult to be as carefree as that.

With the boat under him, the pressure and suction brought by the Canglang River were isolated, allowing An Le to fall into a state of relaxation.

Zhao Huangting was sitting in the cabin, looking at the endless rushing river, looking at the river water lapping against the ship's board and splashing on the deck, with a little joy in his eyes.

He looked at the blood-stained white man standing on the deck holding a sword, and his face couldn't help but soften.

In the distance, the energy and blood were surging, and there were terrifying strong men fighting. Even from a distance, you could hear the beating of war drums carried by the river wind.

"It was Ye Longsheng and Zhong Shiji who started the war to cover you and prevent the Yuanmeng Empire's navy from arresting you."

Zhao Huangting said softly.

Anle nodded, having guessed everything.

Otherwise, when the energy and blood smoke rises here, all the strong men stationed in the Yuanmeng Empire should rush over.

And the reason why he didn't come over was naturally because he was restrained.

Ye Longsheng should have known his location in advance. Perhaps because the Lord of the Sixth Mountain sent a secret message, the battlefield had not affected this place.

Anle knew that the fundamental reason for his smooth return to the south this time was the help of many top powerhouses.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain restrained many of the nine realms who came from the capital of Yuanmeng. Ye Longsheng, Zhong Shiji and other peerless military generals launched a brazen attack, and they were also the strongest in the army who restrained the Lord Yuanmeng.

Fang allowed him to enter the river easily.

"Of course, there is another reason. Because Emperor Yuanmeng never killed you, those powerful men in the Yuanmeng Empire preconceptionally followed Emperor Yuanmeng's will. They even thought that a genius like you would be left to Yuanmeng. It’s more meaningful to kill the geniuses on the Falcon list.”

Zhao Huangting smiled.

"Falcon list?"

The energy and blood in Anle's body steamed, causing the rain and river water to evaporate into water vapor.

He stepped into the cabin and looked at Zhao Huangting in confusion.

"Just like Dali has the Star Ranking, Xiliang has the Land Killing Ranking, and Da Zhao has the Little Saint Ranking... Yuanmeng also has a classification for geniuses under thirty years old, and the Yuanmeng Falcon Ranking is it. However, in these years, Yuanmeng has The genius of the Mongolian Empire has been fed back by the Dragon Vein of the Middle Earth and the increasingly majestic national destiny of Yuan Meng, and his cultivation and talent have become stronger and stronger. "

Zhao Huangting's voice was low, with a bit of emotion.

Anle nodded, but didn't care too much.

He has not yet reached the top of the Little Saint List, so he naturally doesn't have much interest in paying attention to the Falcon List.

"You should meet them soon. The Seventh Mountain is about to open, and there will be no shortage of geniuses on the Falcon List..."

Zhao Huangting took a breath and said softly.

Anle smiled, sat cross-legged in the cabin and gave Zhao Huangting a ray of innate spiritual energy, which dispelled the cold and allowed Zhao Huangting to maintain his energy and spirit.

The cabin quickly fell silent.

Zhao Huangting leaned against the cabin, closing his eyes and enjoying a moment of peace.

Anle exhaled a breath of turbid air and began to sort out the energy of time.

Just facing the 300 soldiers of the Yuanmeng Military Camp, Anle extracted a wave of Time Qi before starting the battle, and obtained thirty rays of Time Qi.

It's a pity that there is no golden age.

However, three days ago, Emperor Yuanmeng got a ray of golden age energy from him, and Anle has not seen it until now.

Because he was worried that watching the Golden Years Qi would cause fluctuations, and would be captured by the Nine Realm experts from the Yuanmeng Empire.

But now that he was on the Canglang River, Anle felt relaxed.

Begin to observe the golden age spirit that was absorbed from Emperor Yuanmeng.

However, he soon opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

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The boat cuts through the waves.

Because of the heavy rain, the fog on the river became thicker and denser.

Suddenly, black shadows twisted one after another in the thick fog that shrouded the river, and one ship after another was seen with ferocious ghosts engraved on its bows, like ships galloping out of the underworld, breaking through the thick fog. Break through the waves of the river.

With ghost cries and rich blood.

He quickly moved toward the boat where An Le was, slowly approaching!

On the leading evil ghost boat, Tong Diao Si was wrapped in a black robe and his hands were hidden in his sleeve pockets.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the small boat floating in the river, his face expressionless.