Chapter 94: The Spirit of the Wise and the Profound, the Old Man in the Taimiao, Suppresses All Officials with One Breath

The sword energy is like a beam of light rushing into the bullfight, and the heroic spirit is soaring into the sky that it shatters the evening clouds!

A white beam of heroic spirit that rises into the sky is like a beam of light, pouring into the misty evening clouds, as if it has knocked open a huge hollow vortex of black clouds that are accumulating spring rain.

Invincible momentum, heroic spirit, and majestic sword energy!

The three auras intertwined. At this moment, on the Wanghu Tower, the young man was glowing all over, like a peerless fairy, holding a sword, wanting to cut off the injustice in his heart.

A man values ​​loyalty and is willing to kill with his own hands!

Anle wanted to follow his anger, so he would not hesitate to kill. Since he rose from the white jade long embankment and the ink pool, he had already made up his mind to kill.

The green mountains hummed, low and happy, although it was difficult for Anle to break the defense of the diamond bell because of his cultivation.

But Qingshan is of course not ordinary, and it echoes Anle's furious mood, as if it has turned into a peerless sharp sword. Under the tattered bamboo blade, there is a heroic spirit that can cut everything.

This tattered bamboo sword of unknown rank seems to show its sharpness to the whole world, and even a third-grade defensive magic weapon can hardly stop its sharpness!

Anle still feels unsafe, so he uses a little curiosity in the heroic spirit to bless his own strength and cultivation.

[Heroic Spirit] Dao Fruit is Anle's real trump card, even in the confrontation with Monk Fakong, it has never been activated.

Because for Anle, heroic spirit belongs to the external force of fighting across the realm, and under heroic spirit, the power can be greatly increased.

Therefore, Anle does not use heroic spirit easily, but this time, in order to break the defense of the Vajra Bell, he draws a wisp of heroic spirit.

There is not much heroic spirit, but a wisp weighs a thousand pounds.

With a ray of light, the defense of the Vajra Bell, which should have been broken by a seventh-level practitioner, was forcibly cut open by Anle at this moment!

Qin Qianqiu, who was hiding inside and didn't think he would face the danger of death, was pierced through by a sword and nailed to the ground!

The wooden floor of Wanghu Tower made a wail of being overwhelmed, and it seemed to be broken.

Anle's sword force, coupled with the heroic spirit, and the sharpness of the green mountain, finally broke Qin Qianqiu's tortoise shell, and a sound of the bell and the mournful cry exploded all around.

The golden light of the ancient bell around Qin Qianqiu dissipated, and the small bell pendant on his chest suddenly broke into two halves, and the divine light disappeared.

Qin Qianqiu, who was hiding under the Vajra Bell, finally showed his figure completely.

A sword pierced through his chest, bringing up a blooming red blood flower.

The bright red blood surged from the floor.

Qin Qianqiu's eyes still held a trace of disbelief. The world seemed to have quieted down at this moment. He felt the bamboo sword piercing through his chest, as if vitality and strength were quickly leaving his flesh and blood.

His cultivation could not form any obstacles or resistance in front of Anle.

The handsome young man in white clothes in front of him really wanted to kill him, and really dared to kill him!

Death was getting closer and closer to him.

In Qin Qianqiu's eyes, fear was like black ink poured into the clear pool water, spreading rapidly, and swallowing up the entire clear pool water in an instant.

When he was high above, he could easily dominate the life and death of others and play with the lives of the weak.

However, when he fell into the dust and approached death, he would also be afraid.

Even more afraid than those weak people who were dominated and played by him!

"Forgive... spare me..."

Qin Qianqiu was nailed to the ground, and the wooden floor behind him exploded like the shape of the Buddha's lotus. He raised his hands with difficulty, put his palms together, and begged.

In the face of death, he was not much nobler than anyone else.

Anle's white clothes fluttered in the spring breeze, and the ink pool hung on his shoulders.

He looked at Qin Qianqiu on the ground indifferently and said: "Once and again, it can't be three times. A gentleman repays grievances with justice and follows my heart."

"The spirit, the heroic spirit, and the righteous sword spirit must all be in accordance with my heart. This time, you will die."

Anle said.

"If you kill me... you will face the thundering wrath of Qin Xiangfu! And it will also provoke the wrath of the eldest prince!"

Qin Qianqiu felt the murderous intent in the air as if it were real, and he could no longer hold it back. He vomited blood and tears kept flowing.

He had never felt despair. He had been living a life of luxury since he was a child, and was held in the palm of Qin Xiang's hand. He felt endless glory and wealth. For the first time, he understood... the suffocating feeling brought by despair was really like an abyss.

Why didn't those civil officials in Qin Xiangfu come to save him?

And why didn't those military officers and generals under the command of the eldest prince come to save him?

Qin Qianqiu didn't know, and he couldn't care less. He was so noble that he finally began to beg for mercy in a low voice.

However, Anle had made up his mind. If he didn't kill Qin Qianqiu today, all his spirit would be shaken, difficult to stabilize, and even collapsed. This was definitely not what he wanted to see.

Today's incident had already become a big deal. With his mind perception, he could clearly sense the many powerful spirits outside the Wanghu Tower. Those spirits were like the sun, and the fiery mind seemed to be able to overturn the water of the West Lake.

However, these strong men were all stopped by Li Youan and stopped outside the Wanghu Tower.

Obviously, Li Youan was creating a condition for him to be in a good mood.

If Anle retreated at this moment, or stopped the sword in his hand because of fear and softness, it would not only chill his heart, but also dampen his spirit.

There were also the old man in the Taimiao who stood up for him, and Li Youan who stopped many strong men for him.

The reason they fought for him wasn't it because of that youthful spirit?

Because of that heroic spirit? !

An Le's eyes reflected Qin Qianqiu's voice of begging for mercy. Outside Wanghu Tower, there was also a powerful cultivator whose soul was shaking and shouting, asking An Le to calm down and not to kill him.

However, An Le stopped listening.

The ink pool slowly sank, and the tip of the sword went down. Under the control of his mind, it hung above Qin Qianqiu's head.

Qin Qianqiu's eyes narrowed, staring at the sword suspended above his head, and a chill and despair spread all over his body.

"No!"

Qin Qianqiu roared.

The ink pool fell and instantly pierced into Qin Qianqiu's eyebrows, piercing through his head and the wooden floor of Wanghu Tower.

Qin Qianqiu's roar and vitality were almost cut off in an instant.

An Le's Qi was running more smoothly at this moment, and the spring breeze that suddenly surged in the Wanghu Tower blew up his clothes.

The heroic spirit that poured into the cloud flow began to slowly dissipate, but the magnificent sword energy was like a baptism, becoming more clear and pure.

Most importantly, the spirit of the young man was no longer blocked at this moment, and he was able to reach the gods.

At the same time.

In front of Anle, a blue light curtain appeared.

The feedback brought by the Fearless Heart Dao Fruit.

Killing the monk Fakong who was in the fifth realm of body forging naturally brought good feedback. Under Anle's white clothes, his body seemed to make a sound of metal clashing. A majestic blood and qi surged in his body, gushing out from the inner elixir, wandering around his body, causing the body to steam with heat.

The round inner elixir was suspended in the dantian. Indistinctly, there were ancient demon tigers roaring at falling stars, fierce bears shaking mountains, demon apes roaring in the empty valley, and other strange phenomena emerged and merged into the dantian.

In the fourth realm of body forging, martial arts are connected with the mysterious meaning, and it is a natural thing.

Most of the mysteries of martial arts are inseparable from one's own body-building method. The so-called mysteries are actually the comprehension of the essence of the method. When the essence is comprehended, the qi and blood can burst out with mysterious and strange phenomena.

It is similar to the mirage-like illusion formed when the qi and blood evaporate.

This is the mysteries of martial arts. Although it is an illusion, it can play an unexpected role if it is added to the attack during the battle.

An Le practiced the "Ancient Monster Five Animals Sutra". Now the mysteries of martial arts that he naturally comprehended are the ancient monster five animals, and the five animals' strange phenomena are integrated into the dantian.

At this moment, An Le's body-building cultivation received the feedback of the [Fearless Heart] Dao Fruit. A clear air spread all over his body, completely breaking through the barriers, comprehending the mysteries of martial arts, and stepping into the fourth realm of body-building!

As for the realm of refining the spirit, because he had just condensed the primordial spirit not long ago, the feedback of the clear air made him get a lot of improvement, but he still had a lot of gaps to impact the refining spirit meditation.

However, Anle's soul grew stronger under the feedback of the pure air, sitting on the heart sword embryo, like a real god.

His mind moved slightly.

Qingshan and Mochi flew up from Qin Qianqiu's body and returned to his side.

The sword body trembled slightly, shaking off the blood on it. Anle put the two swords on his waist, and his hair and white clothes fluttered in the wind above the tall building.

In Wanghu Tower, Wang Qinhe lay on the ground, staring at Anle who broke the diamond bell without hesitation and killed Qin Qianqiu.

At this moment, a chill surged from Wang Qinhe's heart. Of course, more of it was a sense of sadness. Looking at his good friend dying beside him, his mind suffered an extremely strong shock.

He still didn't understand why Anle was determined to kill Qin Qianqiu.

Killing Qin Qianqiu was equivalent to completely angering Prime Minister Qin. At that time, Prime Minister Qin's anger would be like a landslide. Although Anle had someone behind him, he would definitely not be able to protect him all the time.

With Prime Minister Qin's means, Anle will eventually be killed.

The conflict between the Lin Mansion and Prime Minister Qin's Mansion was due to the death of Prime Minister Qin's eldest son. Now, Anle has killed Prime Minister Qin's favorite child.

This hatred is completely irreconcilable.

Anle is now too insignificant in front of Prime Minister Qin. The power of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion is so great that Anle can't imagine it. In the huge Lin'an City, many dignitaries and dignitaries have power entanglements with Prime Minister Qin.

In the Academy of Literature and the Temple of Martial Arts, there are all Prime Minister Qin's people.

Anle may not be able to move in Lin'an from today.

No, if Qin Qianqiu is killed, Anle will not even have a tomorrow...

Hua Jiebing of the Lin Mansion can't save Anle.

"Why do you have to kill?" Wang Qinhe asked, looking at Anle standing on the Wanghu Tower with a sword.

Anle did not turn his head to look at him, but replied calmly: "Just as I told you, it was a righteousness in my heart."

"It was Qin Qianqiu who wanted to kill me again and again, and I just responded to him once. Those who kill will be killed. Since he chose to kill me, didn't he think about the price he would pay?"

"You said, if I was killed by Qin Qianqiu, would the laws of Da Zhao punish Qin Qianqiu for me and let him pay for my life? Probably not, because he is a powerful person, the relationships behind him are complicated, and he has a status and identity that ordinary people can hardly imagine and reach."

"Killing me may Encountering some troubles will cost a lot, but Qin Qianqiu will not die, and Prime Minister Qin will protect him and save his life. "

"Although it costs a lot, those costs for the powerful... only take some time to gather again."

"So, do you think it's fair? Can I be calm?"

"So I don't think about the pros and cons, and I don't think about the wind and rain and storms that I will face after killing Qin Qianqiu."

"I just want to be smooth and clear in my mind."

After Anle finished speaking, he stopped talking, took a step, and his body suddenly fell rapidly from the Wanghu Tower.

As he approached the ground, his mind surged around him, slowly stopping his falling body and landing smoothly.

With a sword on his waist, Anle glanced at the powerful minds suspended one after another in the sky, with no emotion on his face.

Li Youan was sitting in the void, with a star-studded Qianbai Fury across his leg. He looked at the young man's high spirits, his heroic spirit, spirit and awe-inspiring sword energy, which were as bright as the scorching sun. He couldn't help but feel a hint of admiration at the corner of his lips. smile.

In his eyes, Qin Qianqiu was nothing at all, so what if he was the heir of Qin Xiang? He is just a useless junior who is just waiting to die, relying on his arrogant family background.

But Anle is different. Today, Anle's sword fell, killing Qin Qianqiu, and he had a clear idea. Such courage and heroism made Li Youan unable to help but move.

That character of not bowing his eyebrows and bending his waist is indeed in line with Qingshan. No wonder he can win Qingshan's favor.

On this day, he, Li Youan, used his sword to stop him, and he had indeed not wasted his efforts.

The Yuan Shen, who was floating in the air all over the sky, trembled slightly, Qin Qianqiu was dead.

This man really broke the diamond bell and killed Qin Qianqiu in front of everyone.

Kill Prime Minister Qin’s favorite heir!

At this moment, the whole Lin'an is probably going to be uneasy.

Anle stood at the bottom of Wanghu Tower, dressed in white, facing the direction of the West Lake, with a face as calm as water.

One after another, the spirit of Wen Sanguan has not receded, and they all stared at Anle with ferocious eyes. In their opinion, Anle killed Monk Fakong to vent his anger, and there was no need to kill Qin Qianqiu.

This is no longer just a matter of impulse, but also a kind of reckless recklessness!

Once Qin Qianqiu dies, Anle is destined to have a hard time living!

The sky above Qin Xiang's Mansion.

Zhao Huangting, the old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, suddenly burst out laughing and snatched away the bamboo branch in an instant, leaving only the Prime Minister Qin's mansion, which fell into silence because of Qin Qianqiu's death.

In the Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, the spirits of many powerful staff members were shaken. A gloomy atmosphere filled the air. Their minds were intertwined, and their anger was building up, like low dusk clouds in summer, accumulating thunder and heavy rain!

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Lin Mansion, Qingfeng Garden.

Fourth Master Lin is painting a horse, and what he is tracing is the ink painting of a galloping horse drawn by Anle. Although the painting is not good-looking, and does not even look like it, a long-lost spirit slowly emerges between the words and ink.

He saw the heroic spirit that burst out from Wanghu Tower, rushed into the sky, and stirred Mu Yun.

The corners of the lips are slightly raised, as if the heart has been silent for a long time. At this moment, bathing in the spring rain, it is rejuvenated, growing green leaves and buds, ushering in a new spring.

No longer painting horses, Fourth Master Lin wore plain clothes, walked to a corner of the house, and took out a hatchet. He sat by the pool, facing a whetstone, and began to sharpen the hatchet.

It had been too long since he had wielded the hatchet. The hatchet might have become rusty and worn away. He needed to sharpen the hatchet again so that this huge Lin'an could see his Fourth Master Lin's knife again.

The sword of Yuanmeng Prince Consort.

The clear crunching sound of sharpening knives resounded throughout the Qingfeng Garden, accompanied by a cheerful mood and joy.

Killing the son of Prime Minister Qin is really a satisfying thing.

After sharpening the knife, Fourth Master Lin took a look at the wild horse he had traced, and a sense of unruliness and wantonness suddenly emerged from his body.

He laughed loudly, picked up the hatchet, and took a step forward.

With just one step, he left the Lin Mansion brazenly.

The hatchet was swung out, and suddenly there was a majestic sword energy across Lin'an. In the void, there was a sudden roar and the vibration of the soul. It only took a moment to return to tranquility, and then blood flowers splashed out, one after another hidden strong men. , was hacked to death by Mr. Lin with a hatchet.

It's like being on a frontier battlefield, in the long sand, chopping people is like chopping wood.

These are all practitioners secretly sent by Prime Minister Qin to monitor Lin Mansion.

What Mrs. Yu endured, my sister-in-law also endured, but... Today, Lin Silang couldn't bear it anymore.

Just in time, it also stirred up a gust of wind, supporting the young man who just wanted a mouthful of satisfaction!

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In the imperial study room.

Qin Xiang was wearing an official robe, sitting on a chair, playing chess with the majestic and noble being opposite.

The scent of sandalwood is faint, and only the sound of pieces falling on the chessboard can be heard from time to time.

Qin Xiang was fully immersed in playing chess with the Holy Sage. He knew that being called to the palace today was undoubtedly because of the Chunwei fraud that caused a lot of fuss last time.

Qin Lishi had an unshirkable responsibility for that matter. The emperor wanted him to enter the palace to hammer it out. This matter was indeed not handled well. If Qin Lishi had not replaced the Minister of Rites, the Chunwei fraud case would not have been solved. will happen.

Qin Lishi has a very low attitude. He has different attitudes and ways of dealing with different people.

"Your Majesty, the list of the first- and second-ranking scholars for the Spring Imperial Examination has been summarized. The ten first-ranking scholars who participated in the examination in front of the palace have all been located, and the results will be released today." Qin Xiang said with a soft smile.

Perhaps because of the fraud case, the actions of the Ministry of Rites were much cleaner.

"Prime Minister Qin released a question in this Spring Examination. Is it about the Northern Expedition? Can you pick your favorite answer?"

The emperor nodded slightly, then gently lowered his hands, looked at the chess game that had already concluded, and asked some questions.

Prime Minister Qin was stunned, then he lowered his eyebrows and smiled and said: "I have never advocated the Northern Expedition across the Yangtze River. Let's not talk about the war, which will waste people and money. I just say that once the war starts, the Western Liang Kingdom and Dali Kingdom, which are eagerly eyeing them, will not sit back and watch. Of."

"The two fathers and sons of the Xiliang Kingdom who were possessed by martial arts were like demons wreaking havoc, infecting the entire country and turning everyone in the Xiliang Kingdom into soldiers. They did not dare to take the initiative to attack Yuanmeng, but once our great Zhao and Yuanmeng If we start a war, the crazy father and son will definitely dare to bring a large army to invade Zhao."

"There is also the Dali Kingdom. The unparalleled national master can split the sky with one finger. He can borrow the power of the stars in the sky to enter the human world. He borrows the power of the immortals behind the Tianmen. It cannot last long. Da Zhao and When Yuan and Meng go to war, this national advisor will definitely send troops towards Da Zhao in an effort to expand the scope of Dali’s sky, which can be increased by the power of the stars.”

"It makes no sense for me, Zhao, to send troops like a tiger."

"It is great to maintain the current prosperity and live and work in peace and contentment."

Prime Minister Qin lowered his eyebrows and said, making his thoughts and theories very clear.

As for whether this was the case, it was unknown, but in front of the emperor, he wanted to show that everything he said was sincere.

Suddenly, outside the imperial study, a Diao Si hurried in.

After looking at Prime Minister Qin, he walked to the emperor's side.

Prime Minister Qin was talking to the emperor in the royal study, so he naturally did not dare to release his mind to observe the external situation at will.

But what Diao Si said next made Qin Xiang's face tremble, and he couldn't hold the chess pieces firmly.

"Your Majesty, the An family member who wrote a collection of poems killed Qin Qianqiu, the young master of Prime Minister Qin, on Wanghu Tower."

Diao Si's words were like thunder exploding in Qin Lishi's ears, and the buzzing sound shook his spirit and consciousness.

Did he die again?

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Cao Fu, the young minister of Dali Temple, came with a thief-capturing knife on his shoulder, his expression solemn.

When he learned that Anle was facing the demon-suppressing master Fa Kong Monk who had entered the city by the West Lake, he was still calm. This was a normal challenge.

When Anle killed Monk Fakong, the master of demon subduing, Cao Fu didn't care. He challenged the dead because Monk Fakong was not as skilled as others. Although Anle was a street murderer, there was no need to go online. Lin Mansion stood behind him, holding For the little holy order, killing the opponent in the challenge is not a big deal.

However, when Anle Yujian rose into the sky and tried to kill Qin Qianqiu with the spirit of a young man and the heroic spirit of Qianyun, Cao Fu's heart trembled and he could no longer calm down.

Unfortunately, when he arrived, what Cao Fu saw was the spotless young man in white who jumped down from Wanghu Tower.

Anle looked at Cao Fu and nodded slightly.

Cao Fu's expression was extremely complicated at this moment. As a young minister of Dali Temple, An Lexing murdered Qin Qianqiu. He violated the laws of Zhao and should be captured and detained.

Several officers and soldiers from Dali Temple, dressed in official uniforms, rushed to the Watching Lake Tower under the instruction of Cao Fu, and soon confirmed the news that Qin Qianqiu was dead.

Cao Fu looked at the young man who was so arrogant and energetic. For a moment, his expression was complicated and he didn't know what to say.

Killing two people in one day, killing Monk Fakong is nothing, but killing Qin Qianqiu... Then things can't go well. Qin Qianqiu is Prime Minister Qin's favorite heir, this death... How can Prime Minister Qin not be furious!

An Le is finished. He will definitely not be able to escape now. He will definitely fall into prison. With the power and means of Prime Minister Qin, the Lin Mansion will not be able to protect An Le in the prison.

A high-spirited young man who has gathered invincible power and wants to follow the path of becoming a legendary champion... I am afraid that he will perish and his reputation in Lin'an will also come to an abrupt end.

"An everyone...you...you shouldn't...sigh."

Cao Fu was a little helpless, even though he admired Anle very much, but this time... Anle was really doomed.

On the sky.

The hearts of many literary officials dropped, and the voices of angry shouts and reprimands echoed around the Wanghu Tower.

"Cao Shaoqing, this son ignored the laws of the Zhao Dynasty and killed the son of the Prime Minister of Qin. What are you still doing? This is a serious crime. He will be put in shackles and escorted to the Dali Temple prison!"

A fourth-grade prose official was serving as a doctor, Yuanshen spoke sharply.

Immediately, voices fell one after another.

The powerful officials behind Qin Qianqiu appeared one after another, their auras coming like mountains.

In fact, a huge and majestic momentum surged forward, and Cao Fu felt a familiar figure appear behind him.

Lord of Dali Temple!

The extremely cold and stern Minister of Dali Temple did not say much, his eyes fell on Anle, and the powerful power of the soul was released, with a flick of his finger.

Then a blue light surged, and shackles were placed on An Le's body.

but.

As soon as the shackles were placed on An Le's body, a bamboo stick suddenly fell down, piercing the shackles. With a crash, the shackles that had just been placed on An Le's body crashed to the ground.

An old man with white hair and white eyebrows in plain clothes suddenly appeared next to An Le.

The old man's body was thin and skinny. Standing alone behind Anle, he was able to overcome the mountain oppression formed by the spirits of many powerful officials behind Qin Qianqiu.

Many officials were stunned into silence.

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