Chapter 174: Anle Went on a Killing Spree, the Might of a Land Immortal, Beheaded the Left and Right Generals!

The old swordsman is willing to personally take Anle to Lin'an.

As a tenth-level land immortal, he will not take action easily, and since he is willing to take action, there should be few people in the huge Lin'an who can stop his actions.

Anle's eyes fluctuated slightly. He did not refuse the old swordsman's kindness and goodwill. In fact, he did not need to refuse. The old swordsman had bet on Anle and stood on Anle's side. Besides, the old swordsman of Jianchi Palace seemed to be at odds with the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Although it is an internal force of the Great Zhao Dynasty, it has never obeyed the dispatch of the Great Zhao Emperor. Because of his existence, Jinguan City is completely isolated from the Great Zhao Dynasty.

The officials of Jinguan City are basically selected by Jianchi Palace itself and are not deployed by the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Of course, there is the factor that the Great Zhao Emperor showed goodwill to the old swordsman, but in the final analysis, it is because the old swordsman's cultivation is too strong. The tenth-level land immortal... is enough to look down on the world.

As soon as the Yuan Meng Emperor broke through to the Double Ten Realms, the Zhao family emperor immediately chose to move south. It was precisely because of this move south that the Great Zhao Dynasty moved away from the Middle-earth and lost the control and blessing of the dragon veins.

At the same time, it also led to the support of powerful and long-standing Jianghu forces such as Jianchi Palace, Zhenwu Temple, Ganye Temple, and Lanke Temple. The Ten Realms in those forces were also extremely disappointed.

In addition to their own talents, the Ten Realms want to improve themselves, and they also need to rely on the fortune of the dynasty.

If the dragon veins are not controlled, it is equivalent to losing most of the fortune, and the national fortune is declining. The Ten Realms are naturally disappointed and resentful.

They dare not even fight a battle, and directly ordered to retreat and move south, handing over the great rivers and mountains of the Middle-earth.

It would be strange if these Ten Realms strongmen would have a good temper.

Although Emperor Yuan Meng had great talent, it was not as easy as imagined to improve in the ten realms. However, with the migration of Great Zhao to the south, Emperor Yuan Meng controlled the dragon veins. In the past five hundred years, he completed the refining of eight dragon veins bit by bit.

Now, his cultivation has reached an unfathomable state!

All this... was the fault of the Emperor of Great Zhao. It was the wrong order to migrate south that led to the great change in the world situation.

Therefore, the old sword saint had no good feelings towards Zhao Tianyan, the Emperor of Great Zhao who ordered the migration to the south.

The old sword saint's hemp clothes fluttered, and he raised his hand and knocked lightly.

The Chengying sword on his waist suddenly swept away, turning into a sword light flashing in the air. With another knock, the sword light in the Chengying sword split into two and entangled Anle's body.

"The Chengying Sword is a top-grade sword. Although it is an ancient sword that has been passed down for thousands of years, it has never been eliminated by the world. This is because the rank of the Chengying Sword is a sword that is truly close to the ultimate treasure."

"The Chengying Sword is not just a sword. It contains the two swords of Guang and Xiaolian. The three swords are combined into one, which is Chengying. If there is a chance, I can show you the style of this ancient sword."

The old sword saint said with a smile.

An Le was surrounded by the sword light, wearing the sword Qingshan on his waist, and bowed to the old sword saint.

"Then I will trouble you, senior."

"No trouble, Lin'an, I was planning to go there. Zhao Huangting died, and my apprentice... should also return to Jianchi Palace. However, after a trip to Lin'an, I have to go to the Lishan Mausoleum in the north to compete for the extremely illusory opportunity to break through the eleventh realm."

The old sword saint said.

An Le nodded, and of course he understood this.

The sword light swept across, enveloping Anle and the old swordsman, and instantly flew away, turning into two long rainbows between heaven and earth.

That speed was far beyond what Anle could imagine.

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Jiangling Prefecture, in the sky.

Jiangling King Zhao Xi, wearing a Confucian robe, floated in the air with his hands behind his back, with a strange look in his eyes, looking at the long rainbow of sword energy that seemed to split the blue sky in two, feeling the ten realms of energy contained in the sword energy.

King Jiangling narrowed his eyes slightly: "Just arrived at Jinguan City, and then left again, and left with the old sword saint Pei Min... Where are they going? Going north to the opportunity of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor?"

"That's not right. Not to mention the direction they are going, it's not the north. With Anle's current cultivation, he is not qualified to enter the Mausoleum of the First Emperor to fight. Even if he holds the sword of the First Emperor... That's impossible. He will only die if he goes there."

"With Anle's current status, if he really dares to enter the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, all forces will want to kill him, whether it is Yuan, Mongolia, or the Great It is reasonable that both the Great Zhao and the Great Zhao would choose to kill Anle. After all, he is a world disputer with the status of a leader, and is called a variable by the First Mountain Master Yan Tongshu. "

"As for Xiliang, let alone, Li Youan's Flying Tiger Army killed two Hades, and this hatred is inseparable from Anle. If Anle really dares to go to the mausoleum, the Lord of the Hell Palace, plus the Emperor of Xiliang Gu Baijing, will definitely do their best to kill Anle. "

"So, anyone can fight for this Mausoleum of the First Emperor, but Anle will die if he goes there. "

Jiangling King raised his cheeks and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

Even if he went with the old sword saint Pei Min, the old sword saint alone could not protect Anle, let alone seize the opportunity. How can he seize the opportunity with a burden?

So, Anle and the old sword saint should not go to Mount Li.

Then they worked hard to move the seventh mountain to Jinguan City, but in the end, they left again. Could it be that they returned to Lin'an?

King Jiangling's eyes flickered, and he suddenly felt that this might be a possibility.

Suddenly.

Between heaven and earth, a jet-black arrow shot out.

The arrow flew into his hand, and he pinched it with two fingers, and it stopped, the arrow delivered the message.

There was a spiritual fluctuation on the arrow, and King Jiangling's mind moved, and he got the message.

"It turns out... Zhao Huangting is dead."

"It seems that this boy is really going to Lin'an."

"That's interesting. My imperial brother will definitely lay down a trap in Lin'an to wait for An Le. As a result, An Le brought the old sword master from the Tenth Realm of Jianchi Palace there."

"With my royal brother's cowardly temperament...do you still dare to kill Anle?"

"It's fun to watch."

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It's raining in Lin'an, and the light rain is hazy.

The death of the old emperor's uncle was not a big shock to the whole of Lin'an. Lin'an was as big as it should be.

The flower boats are swaying on the West Lake, and the music and singing in the Linhua Pavilion are still going on.

Grief is not shared between people.

In fact, because of the order issued by Emperor Zhao, the entire Qingbo Street and even the entire Taimiao Lane were filled with hidden practitioners.

In the Imperial Ancestral Temple, silk and silk were flying.

With the help of Fourth Master Lin, Su Muzhe arranged Zhao Huangting's funeral arrangements and even invited the abbot monk of Lanke Temple to chant the Purana Sutra and save Zhao Huangting's soul.

As for the situation outside the Ancestral Temple, Su Muzhe and Fourth Master Lin were both aware of it. There were too many strong men entrenched and hidden. With so many strong men, it was impossible for them to sense it based on their Nine Realms cultivation. Less than.

Su Muzhe, dressed in plain silk, knelt on the ground and placed a memorial tablet in the middle of the Ancestral Temple. The former temple keeper has now become a spiritual tablet in the temple. It must be said that this is an irony.

Su Muzhe's face was stern, and her whole body was filled with sadness. She did not cry anymore. Even when Zhao Huangting was dying, she would still feel heartache. However, when Zhao Huangting died, Su Muzhe knew that she had to carry Zhao Huangting's dying breath. entrustment.

To do what Zhao Huangting has never done, set foot in the tenth realm and see the scenery of the tenth realm for Zhao Huangting.

"At least ten Nine Realm cultivators are hiding around, Su Qingke from Dali Temple, Song Ci from Heiya, General Jinwu Guards on the left and right, and Liu Guanshi..."

"Especially Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom. His cultivation is extremely strong. He is a figure comparable to Ye Longsheng and Zhongshi. With so many people surrounding the Ancestral Temple, it doesn't look like they are coming to worship."

Fourth Master Lin was dressed in plain clothes, with an ax on his waist. He slowly returned to his senses, and a trace of anger could not help but appear on his face.

"So many strong men are staring at the Ancestral Temple, just waiting for peace and happiness before throwing themselves into a trap."

"What the Emperor of the Zhao family did is really hard to describe, but one can also imagine that even his own son could be sacrificed. How could the death of the old uncle cause him sadness and compassion?"

Su Muzhe slowly threw the paper money one after another into the brazier. The flames burned, burning the paper money into ashes, with longing for the old people.

"After all, the old uncle has been thinking about the great Zhao for so many years. Back then, he paid the price of his own future and personally stopped Emperor Yuanmeng. But now, after his death, the emperor of the Zhao family didn't even say a word of condolences, and even took the old uncle's It is really irritating to act like this in order to fish for happiness and then get rid of it quickly.”

Fourth Master Lin was filled with anger.

Su Muzhe didn't say anything, just burned the paper money silently.

Fourth Master Lin sighed softly: "Will Anle...come?"

Su Muzhe shook his head: "I don't know."

"Whether you come or not, it's actually quite uncomfortable. If you come, it means you have fallen into Zhao Tianyan's trap. If you don't come... the emperor of the Zhao family will use this to claim peace and happiness. We people say we don't care. I really feel a little confused." There was a complex look in Mr. Lin's eyes.

Such a decision requires courage and courage.

However, Fourth Master Lin suddenly remembered what Anle said when he had a conversation with him.

returning a Favour many times more.

Thinking of that young man's face.

A hint of determination suddenly appeared in Fourth Master Lin's eyes: "I know..."

"Happiness will surely come."

Su Muzhe didn't care. Whether happiness came or not didn't have much impact on her, and it couldn't change the fact that Zhao Huangting died.

However, if Anle really comes...

Su Muzhe might have a wanton act today...

A killing spree!

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Outside Lin'an Mansion, two sword lights intertwined and tore the clouds apart.

There are misty clouds at dusk, and the rain is falling.

In less than two hours, the old sword master used his sword with all his strength and took Anle directly from Jinguan City to Lin'an Mansion. The speed was really very fast.

Lin'an, who just left this morning, is back again.

Anle was surrounded by the sword light of the Xiao Lian Sword, suspended high in the sky. The sword energy formed a barrier around him, helping to block the invasion of rain and wind waves.

The two of them were suspended in the air and could see Lin'an City in the mist and rain.

This city, which carries many memories of Anle, appears in front of Anle again like a woman who has pulled off her veil.

However, this city now is a city full of sadness.

Zhao Huangting didn't come to say goodbye to him because he didn't want him to come to An'an. Zhao Huangting knew the temper of the emperor of the Zhao family very well, and there was Qin Lishi on the side to make suggestions.

Therefore, before Zhao Huangting died, he told Su Muzhe not to tell Anle.

But he never thought that the bamboo sword in Qingshan had a feeling, and his death would touch the Qingshan sword. He left Lin'an bathing in the morning sun in the peaceful morning, and returned to the city again in the evening of dusk rain.

"Lin'an was originally a romantic city in the south of the Yangtze River. There were many merchants in the south of the Yangtze River, and they valued economy and enjoyment. The emperor of the Zhao family moved south and established the capital in Lin'an. Instead, he was infected with the atmosphere of Lin'an. Five hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. The atmosphere of Lin'an has penetrated into the bones of the nobles, making this city, which should be gorgeous and intoxicating, full of disgusting decay."

The old swordsman's hemp clothes fluttered, and his breath was deep and seemed to blend with the world.

He looked at Lin'an City, his eyes full of complexity and emotion.

"In fact, whether it is decayed or not, what does it have to do with a city? It has more to do with people. If people decay, the city will naturally decay."

"However, the decay of a city can actually be changed. As long as the people who bring decay are washed away, the city will still be a city. It can stand for a thousand years without changing, and stand for ten thousand years without falling."

An Le said softly.

The old swordsman's eyes fluctuated, and he quite praised An Le's words.

There are people and there are cities. The nature of the city is closely related to people. It is people who change the city, not the city that affects people. The city is innocent.

"So, do you want to clean up this city?" The old sword saint asked with a smile.

Anle nodded: "If there is a chance, I will clean it."

"West Lake is beautiful, and this city is also beautiful. Its beauty should not be polluted by filth and decay."

"Senior, please don't enter the city for the time being. I will go to the Taimiao first to see how many strong men the Zhao family emperor has dispatched this time. When the strong men take action, the senior will bring down the thunder pressure."

"Today, anyone who stops me must die."

Anle said softly.

In gentle words, he spoke a murderous plan.

The old sword saint's eyes moved slightly. He felt the murderous intent faintly spreading from Anle, and his heart could not help but condense. The death of Zhao Huangting, who was both a teacher and a friend, must have had an impact and blow on Anle.

The Zhao family emperor used Zhao Huangting to plot against him, which made Anle's anger surge. It was a kind of anger that was even more angry than insulting himself.

Anger needs to be vented. Today, Lin'an is destined to bleed.

But, so what?

The entire Jianchi Palace is betting on Anle. Anle even created the Rongbingfa, which is enough to revitalize the Jianchi Palace. The old swordsman can only dote on him.

The old swordsman stroked his beard, knew Anle's thoughts, and smiled: "Okay."

Anle clasped his fists and bowed, and the Xiaoxiao practice sword wrapped around his body and fell towards the city below.

On the official road, the rainstorm was heavy.

The sword light tore through the rainstorm, like a curtain.

Anle fell on the muddy official road, and the weeds on the side of the road had been beaten by the rainstorm.

The sword energy on Anle's body slowly converged, his white clothes were like snow, and his blood and qi intertwined, forming a misty passport around him, blocking all the rain.

After Anle landed, the old sword saint's Xiaolian sword turned into a shadow and disappeared without a trace, as if it was attached to the bamboo sword and green mountain, without a sound or a trace.

This sword seemed to be a shadow. Xiaolian, Hanguang and Chengying, the three swords were originally one sword, which could be transformed at the will of the old sword saint.

The feet stepped on the ground, and the accumulated water splashed and separated.

Anle looked at Lin'an City, wearing the bamboo sword and green mountain on his waist, and walked towards the city in the misty rain step by step.

...

The guards of Lin'an City were rarely guarded very strictly today, and the deployment of troops seemed to be much less.

It seemed that the troops guarding the gate were deliberately emptied to let people enter the city.

However, they still had to do what they should do, so a seventh-level general and a seventh-level civil official of the Refining Spirit Free and Easy Realm were sent to guard the tower.

On the four-cornered tower, rain fell like a curtain of water, interweaving in front of their eyes.

The seventh-level general won the first prize, and did not even take the guards to patrol. Instead, he played chess with the seventh-level civil official in the tower.

The sandalwood was faint, and this place, which should have been serious and cautious, was a little scary today.

"Brother Liu, this is the first time that the defense of Lin'an City has been so lax."

"Isn't this kind of behavior too obvious, or even a little provocative..."

The general looked at the civil official opposite, with a bit of caution in his voice.

In Lin'an, civil officials of the same official position are more noble than military officials. Even if the two are both guarding the city gate, this civil official is still higher than him in status, and many of his orders need to be obeyed by this person.

There are inspectors and diao shi in the military camp, not to mention the guards in front of the city tower.

"The relaxation of the city guards' vigilance will give the world-famous An family an opportunity and courage to enter the city."

"The An family has a good relationship with the old uncle. It is rumored that they are close friends regardless of age. Now His Majesty is very afraid of the An family and wants to get rid of him as soon as possible. He uses the death of the old uncle to set up a net. If An Le dares to enter Lin'an, he will be unable to escape and may even be executed on the spot."

"But you and I can't do nothing. If An Le dares to come, we have to force him. Otherwise, if he retreats directly, His Majesty will definitely punish us."

The civil official surnamed Liu said.

The military officer's face showed a few flattering colors: "Everything is up to Lord Liu."

Suddenly, the two paused in their chess game, looked at each other, and walked out of the tower directly in the rain.

The armored general slowly drew the long sword on the table. The sound of the blade and the scabbard rubbing against each other was sharp.

"Here it comes."

The general said softly.

The Qi and blood of the Seven Realms vibrated, and a blood mountain vaguely appeared on his back.

"You really dare to come. This An family... really values ​​love and justice, and is a wonderful person."

"It's a pity that we took the wrong path. If we make one wrong step, we will make mistakes every step of the way."

"Today, Lin'an City may become the burial ground for the An family."

The civil servant wore a splendid official robe and an official hat, slowly opened his oil-paper umbrella, and followed the general.

"According to His Majesty's decree, he is held back for a moment, but he can be released after a moment. Just make a gesture, force him to take action, force him to fight into Lin'an City, then stop, and then you can be charged with assaulting an official of the imperial court. ”

The civil servant said with a chuckle.

The military general glanced at the civilian officials, but said nothing. Regarding the methods and routines of these civilian officials, and their grasp of the twists and turns in the officialdom, the military commander could not beat these people.

Just do as you are told.

He turned around and descended from the tower. The raindrops falling from the sky fell on his armor and splashed with water.

On the official road outside Lin'an City, in the drizzle, a white-clothed figure whose energy and blood are intertwined to separate the rainwater. There seems to be a faint golden lotus shadow between the eyebrows. The rainwater bursting under the feet is like a blooming lotus, with lotus growing step by step. And arrived.

The blue-gray city gate masonry has become less mottled and the color has become darker after being washed away by the rain.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, inside the doorway, a general in iron armor led a team of a hundred people to block the doorway. He held a knife and squinted his eyes, staring at Anle.

Anle walked step by step, not even seeing this general.

As he got closer and closer to Lin'an City, he seemed to have heard the sound of the monks of Nalanke Temple chanting the Purana Sutra.

"He who comes is stopped."

The general held his long sword and said calmly.

Since you want to hinder peace and happiness, you have to show off your posture.

However, Anle still did not stop. Facing the generals blocking the road from the Seventh Realm and the city defense team of a hundred people, Anle stepped straight into the doorway.

On the city tower, civil servants held oil-paper umbrellas and hunted in official robes.

He was suddenly a little confused, because he found that there was no sound at all inside the doorway. He frowned slightly, held an umbrella, and turned gracefully down from the tower, landing in front of the doorway.

Turning around slowly, the oil-paper umbrella in his hand was difficult to hold and fell directly to the ground.

Inside the doorway, corpses were lying around. The general of the Seventh Realm had his heart pierced by his long knife and was nailed to the wall of the doorway. The bricks and stones in the doorway were dented, revealing the figure of the general.

As for the hundred-person city defense team, they were all teams composed of practitioners from the third and fourth realms, as well as the military formation that defended the city.

However, at this moment, all these team members died.

Blood flowed crookedly on the ground, and the pungent smell was difficult to wash away, even in the heavy rain.

The generals of the Seventh Realm... led the city defense team of a hundred people, and were all killed in an instant?

An Le, dressed in white, Sheng Xue, glanced at the civil servant lightly.

With one step, energy and blood intertwined, like a shock wave of landslides and ground cracks pouring out of the doorway.

This civil servant of the Seventh Realm had his hair standing on end, the glow in the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows was shining brightly, and his soul jumped out...

However, before he even had time to react, Anle appeared beside him, grabbed and clasped his head with five fingers, and smashed it to the ground.

Even the soul of the Seventh Realm was instantly shattered by the impact.

Anle stood up, his white clothes not stained by any blood or even a drop of rain, and continued walking towards the long street. The water under his feet burst out like lotus flowers circling.

And behind him in front of the city gate.

The civil servant who fell to the ground had his head already mangled with blood, his soul was dead, and his vitality was completely gone.

At this moment, the peace of Lin'an City was definitely not brought with warm greetings. He would kill anyone who stopped him during this trip.

Even Tie Lie, who was at the peak of the Seventh Realm, was killed by An Le. Now that An Le has melted into his spine, his combat power has been greatly improved.

In front of him, those in the Seven Ordinary Realms would basically be killed instantly. Not to mention that it was easier to kill a god-refining civil servant with a weak body than a military officer.

The smell of Taotao's blood filled the city gate, and the blood soaked the rainwater flowing from it red.

On the tower.

The defenders who had not participated in this battle were trembling with fear as they watched.

The An family, who are rumored to have a gentle temper and be kind to others... are also merciless when killing people. Everyone has the intention to kill, but it's just not the right time to kill.

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Tianxuan Palace.

Inside the palace, Qin Lishi and the Emperor Zhao were waiting calmly.

When Anle's Qi was released outside Lin'an City, the emperor of the Zhao family narrowed his eyes: "I'm really here, I really dare to come!"

"It came so fast. The news we sent out should not have spread yet. This guy rushed to Lin'an after getting the news?"

"Does this mean Lin'an City is a place where you can come and leave whenever you want?"

There was a hint of coldness and anger in the eyes of the Emperor of the Zhao family.

The last time, Anle directly nailed the second prince Zhao Pei at the city gate, the scene is still vivid in his mind. In that battle, Anle took advantage of the power of the Holy Mountain to become a practitioner who completed the Dialogue Saint Master, and obtained the Dialogue Saint Master. His master's qualifications made him afraid to take action against An Le, and he could only watch An Le swaggeringly setting foot in Lin'an.

And this time...

Peace comes again.

This boy really has no respect for Lin'an, no respect for him!

"If you dare to come, please stay this time!"

The Emperor of the Zhao family sat on the throne and cast his eyes on Qin Lishi below: "As soon as An Le sets foot on Qingbo Street, we will send someone to take action and take An Le into custody in Dali Temple for attacking and killing the city guard officials."

When Qin Lishi heard this, he couldn't help but clasping his fists and bowing: "I obey."

After the words fell, Qin Lishi's figure left the palace gracefully.

In the Tianxuan Palace, the emperor of the Zhao family slapped the hand of the throne, his murderous intent boiling and his energy surging.

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In Taimiao Lane.

Su Muzhe's eyes trembled slightly, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the gate of Lin'an City, his eyes filled with brilliance.

"Anle is coming."

Su Muzhe's cold face was slightly moved.

Anle really came, which made her feel a little touched. Zhao Huangting didn't want Anle to come. That was because entering Lin'an now was equivalent to entering a desperate situation for Anle.

Anle would obviously know this, but he still came anyway. For this reason alone, even if Su Muzhe tried his best today, he still wanted Anle to pay homage to Zhao Huangting safely and leave Lin'an safely!

Fourth Master Lin laughed. He was indeed right. He speculated that Anle would definitely come, and sure enough, he did.

"This young man who attaches great importance to love and righteousness is worthy of being the junior that my sister-in-law valued so much."

Fourth Master Lin stood up and took off the ax from his waist. There was an embroidery needle-like pendant around his neck. He took it off suddenly. The embroidery needle began to grow longer and thicker, and finally turned into a rod. Silver spear.

Turned around and left the Ancestral Temple.

Qingbo Street.

The raindrops hit the ground, causing the water on the ground to stir up in circles.

Anle walked step by step, and saw the Ancestral Temple with its silk floating in the distance. His face wavered slightly, and his hand fell on the green mountain of the bamboo sword around his waist.

"Your Majesty has an order. Anle attacks and kills the imperial officials guarding the city. He should be arrested and imprisoned!"

Suddenly, a purple-robed Diao Si floated over from a distance, his face full of seriousness, conveying the words of the man in the palace.

The words coming from Diao Temple echoed in the air above Qingbo Street.

Around Qingbo Street, the auras of powerful men were released one after another.

The sound of dense footsteps resounded, and teams such as the Jinwu Guards, Dali Temple Tigers, and Black Yamen Policemen rushed out from the intricate alleys on both sides of Qingbo Street.

An invisible military force is intertwined and formed, trapping in the sky!

An Le took a calm look and saw that there were troops surrounding him from all directions. In just a moment, he was surrounded by troops.

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom walked out slowly, wearing simple brocade clothes. He did not wear armor because he felt that it was very impolite and an insult to the old uncle to wear armor in front of his mourning hall.

The generals of the Jinwu Guards on the left and right did not have this concern. They were covered in armor, and their eyes had a bit of coldness and heat.

In addition to following the orders of the Emperor of the Zhao family, the benefits brought by killing Anle also made these two strong men who had just entered the Nine Realms feel excited in their hearts.

Su Qingke, the minister of Dali Temple, and Song Ci, the leader of the black yamen, both had good cultivation.

In addition, there are also guests and staff who came out of Prime Minister Qin's house.

Almost all the most powerful forces in Lin'an Mansion were mobilized at this moment, in order to capture An Le who had fallen into a trap.

On the Wanghu Tower in the distance.

Prince Zhao Shenyan was sitting on a chair, sipping tea and staring at the fight on Qingbo Street. There was wonder in his eyes. After the wonder, there was deep fear and murderous intent.

An Le must die.

The emperor of the Zhao family was afraid of peace and happiness, and the prince was also afraid of peace and happiness.

The emperor of the Zhao family has now lost his heart sword and failed to renew his life. In the future, it will be him, Zhao Shenyan, who will inherit the throne of Zhao. Therefore, Anle's threat to him is also huge.

Even though... Anle helped him eliminate his rival, the second prince Zhao Pei, but the prince didn't care about it at all. In other words, he deliberately forgot about it and increased his fear of Anle.

Zhao Shenyan drank the wine in one gulp.

He admired Anle's courage, but he wanted to take a closer look at how Anle dealt with this dragnet.

On Qingbo Street, Anle looked at these people calmly. Finally, his eyes fell on Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom and Su Qingke, the minister of Dali Temple.

"You two, can you let me pay my respects to Senior Zhao before we talk?"

Anle held the bamboo sword Qingshan and said softly.

Su Qingke's eyes fluctuated with complicated expressions. He glanced at Anle and then at Liu Guanshi.

A look of guilt flashed across the face of Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom. He raised the spear in his hand and shook his head: "No."

This was an order from the Emperor of the Zhao family. Moreover, Zhao Huangting's mourning hall was arranged in the Ancestral Temple. How could a traitor like An Le be allowed to enter and worship?

Liu Guanshi still adhered to this concept, so he rejected Anle.

Su Qingke, the minister of Dali Temple, also shook his head helplessly.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you capture this man and imprison him in Dali Temple, all the problems will be gone."

General Jinwu Guards on the left and right said coldly.

This time, Zhao Huangting, who had not ignited Nirvana, helped Anle.

This time, with Wushengshan as the backing eye, no one dared to disturb Anle anymore.

This time... is Anle still alive? !

"kill!"

The two generals of the Jinwu Guards on the left and right shouted in unison, and then the two people from the Nine Realms took action at the same time. The majestic pressure of the Nine Realms intertwined and filled the air, making the raindrops falling all over the sky seem to have slowed down a lot!

Su Qingke and Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu Kingdom fell silent and looked at each other without making any move.

In their opinion, Anle coming alone was really arrogant.

When the identity of the Lord of the Holy Mountain loses its intimidating effect, Anle is just a practitioner of the Double Sixth Realm. He may be a first-class genius with superior combat power, but it is impossible to fight against the Nine Realms with the cultivation of the Sixth Realm. This is absolutely impossible. Such an impossible thing!

Therefore, they admire Anle's courage and their friendship with Anle who would risk his life to worship Zhao Huangting, but they have to doubt Anle's arrogance.

In the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Su Muzhe suddenly relaxed, her eyebrows opened and closed, and a palace of sword energy appeared. In the palace, densely packed swords were hung.

In an instant, swords and weapons surged out like rivers in the sky!

"Dayan Sword Formation!"

Su Muzhe said sharply.

"Today, to hurt An Le, I will go on a killing spree in Lin'an!"

Swords and weapons are intertwined, hanging densely, clanking and clashing, and the bright sounds are intertwined endlessly!

An invisible pressure from the sword swept over him like a mountain overturning in an instant.

Under such pressure, the green bricks on the ground on Qingbo Street were densely covered with cracks, spreading and intertwining bit by bit.

Su Muzhe, the master of Jianchi Palace, still has a shocking power. However, as soon as her Dayan Sword Formation appeared, her expression changed slightly, because the entire Lin'an City's defense formation was mobilized, one after another. The souls of the masters of the eight realms and seven realms of god refining rushed into the sky.

Within the city defense formation, the combat power of any hostile cultivator will be weakened somewhat.

The power of Su Muzhe's Dayan Sword Formation was weakened a bit.

The old Duke of the Wang family took a step forward, his energy and blood surged. There was also a strong man from the Sima family who also stepped out of the Nine Realms. Together with the old Duke of the Wang family, they fought against the Dayan Sword Formation!

However, even in the capital of Lin'an, the Dayan Sword Formation was suppressed by the defensive formation of the imperial capital of the country. After a collision, the old man and the Sima family's nine realms still flew out with blood, and their faces changed. There was a look of horror all over the place.

This palace master of Jianchi Palace is not famous, and his reputation is not prominent among many rivers and lakes forces, but the power of this Dayan Sword Formation is ridiculously powerful!

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu State took action. He could not let Su Muzhe wreak havoc in Lin'an City.

Zhao Huangting's death had already stimulated Su Muzhe, and coupled with the unfair treatment of Zhao Huangting by the Zhao royal family, Su Muzhe completely exploded at this moment. If a woman goes crazy, she really won't be able to save much sanity.

After all, Liu Guanshi of the Shangzhu Kingdom was a top expert in the Shuangjiu Realm. Coupled with the military support of the thousands of soldiers under his command who surrounded Lin'an City, he was able to block the Dayan Sword Formation.

On the other side, Fourth Master Lin threw out a long spear, his fighting spirit boiling.

Su Qingke, the minister of Dali Temple, and Song Ci, the leader of the black yamen, jointly suppressed the Fourth Master Lin who had just entered the Ninth Realm. Even if the Fourth Master Lin tried his best and even fought regardless of life and death, they could not break through. The two join forces.

In the liberal arts college.

A faint sigh.

Zhu Huoxi, the senior scholar of the Academy of Arts, stepped out with his Confucian shirt flying, but was stopped by his second wife, Pang Ji.

"Master, you and I haven't fought each other for a long time. Why don't we have a spar today?"

The second master, Pang Ji, hunched his back, looked at the eldest master, Zhu Huoxi, and said calmly.

The doctor Zhu Huoxi looked at Pang Ji calmly: "You have been in charge of the liberal arts academy for all these years, and you have even forgotten the most basic etiquette. Zhao Huangting and Anle are both teachers and friends. Anle pays homage to Zhao Huangting, which is righteous and affectionate. You should not stop it. He worshiped."

Zhu Huoxi said coldly.

Pang Ji sighed: "The scholars in the Wenyuan are all officials in the Great Zhao Dynasty. After so many years, the Wenyuan has been unable to survive alone. There is no way back."

Zhu Huoxi shook his head and said nothing. He collided with Pang Ji Yuanshen, as if he was entering the sea of ​​clouds roaring in the rain, and the Yuanshen were competing and competing.

…

Qingbo Street.

The outbreak of the battle was not that unexpected.

Su Muzhe and Fourth Master Lin's actions were both unexpected by Anle.

His eyes swept over calmly, remembering everyone who took action today.

The generals of the Jinwu Guards on the left and right came down with the pressure of the Nine Realms.

However, they were very cautious and did not fight closely with Anle from the beginning. After all, the news that Anle had the trump card to kill the Nine Realms was not unfamiliar.

Tong Guan died in An Le's hands.

Therefore, they were very cautious. They even felt that Anle must be carrying this trump card if he dared to enter Lin'an again. They dispatched the five thousand Jinwu guards under their command who came out of the imperial city to kill Anle. They wanted to kill Anle first. Anle's trump card was forced out.

If I remember correctly, Anle's trump card to induce heroic help will not last long. What they are really afraid of is Anle's trump card of Sha Tongguan, although that trump card may not be used long ago.

But the two of them were still very cautious.

The soldiers in silver and gold armor bathed in the rain and rushed towards peace and happiness.

Among them, there are strong men from the seventh and even eighth realms commanding small teams!

An Le watched calmly, and with a thought, a war puppet wrapped in a black robe and wearing a silver mask appeared.

Drawing the bow and shooting an arrow, he instantly penetrated a Seventh Realm cultivator, and the powerful force even caused the Jinwu Guards behind him to be scattered, clearing out a pure one.

The war puppet appeared, shooting arrows quickly and one after another.

One person is like a fort, clearing the way forward for Anle.

However, two powerful men of the eighth realm came to kill quickly. They were the leaders of the Jinwu Guard. Their status was not as high as that of the generals of the Jinwu Guard, but it was not low!

The cultivation of the eighth realm gods caused the will of heaven and earth to fall.

It permeated Anle's body, making the surroundings seem to have turned into a quagmire.

Anle's eyes condensed, without any intention of hiding his trump card.

[Heroic Qi Yin] Dao Guo was directly activated!

In an instant, in the rainstorm, white light turned into a beam of light and cast down. Anle's bamboo sword Qingshan pointed out, and the sword intent of the red heart mountains and rivers rolled, combined with the heroic Qi Yin.

The two leaders of the eighth realm Jinwu Guard flew backwards in a flash of blood!

"Now!"

The two generals of the Jinwu Guard saw Anle use his trump card, and their lips curled up coldly. Without the slightest hesitation, their bodies pulled out afterimages in the air and appeared on the left and right sides of Anle in an instant.

One of them held a golden mace, and the other held a golden hammer. The will of heaven and earth intertwined, and the powerful power of the soul was also boiling.

Taking advantage of Anle's burst of heroic spirit, he defeated the two eight realms and attacked at the moment, wanting to kill Anle with his weapons!

In Tianxuan Palace.

Qin Lishi also took a step forward and appeared in the center of the white jade square, wanting to mobilize all officials, weave a great array of souls, oppress Anle, strangle all Anle's chances of escape, and lay a real net of heaven and earth!

However, a drop of cold rain hit Qin Lishi's face.

His eyes suddenly shrank.

A chill suddenly enveloped Qin Lishi's body, and the great array of souls he wanted to arrange also stopped instantly.

On Qingbo Street.

The Xiaolian sword hidden on Anle's waist trembled slightly at this moment.

Accompanied by a loud and extremely loud sword chant.

A majestic sword energy burst out from Anle's body!

The two left and right Jinwu guards were so angry that they felt the terrifying pressure of heaven and earth from the sword energy!

"Ten... Ten Realms!"

Above Lin'an City.

A white-haired old man in a hemp robe, with his hands behind his back, stepped down lightly.

The city defense formation was immediately opened up by the unstoppable sword energy.

In front of the ten-realm strongman who mastered a great way and controlled the will of heaven and earth, the city defense formation was useless.

Xiao Lian's sword turned into a sword light and was held in the hands of the old man, who gently pressed it down.

The generals of the left and right Jinwu guards were immediately pressed to the ground, and their escaping figures could not move at all!

The gap... is ridiculous!

At this time, they realized how terrifying Zhao Huangting was to dare to swing his sword at the Yuan Meng emperor!

Under the light pressure of the hemp-clothed old man's sword energy, the left and right Jinwu guards knocked their knees on the ground, knocking the blue bricks to pieces!

The Jinwu Guards, who were suppressed and retreated by the war puppets of the artillery, had already been under the pressure of the old sword saint and dared not move forward or move...

And Anle faced the kneeling Jinwu Guards Generals on the ground.

Anle's eyes were cold. As he took a step, he gently swept the bamboo sword and green mountains, just like splashing ink on the white rice paper to draw a proud and unyielding bamboo. The bamboo sword swept over the heads of the two Jinwu Guards Generals on the left and right!

Brought up two heads that soared into the sky, full of reluctance and fear!

The two Jinwu Guards Generals on the left and right were powerful and were real nobles in Lin'an.

With the ninth realm cultivation, they had endless wealth and status.

However, no matter how cautious they were...

They could never have imagined that there would be a tenth realm land immortal to help Anle.

When death was approaching.

The two regretted it very much.

The rainstorm roared, and bean-sized raindrops fell, and at the same time, there were two hideous heads of nobles in Lin'an City.

Anle said that when he came to Lin'an this time,

whoever stopped him... would be killed!

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