Chapter 126: Qingshan Cuts Off All the Flesh and Blood, and Euthanasia at the Bottom of the Sword Pool?

How strong is Zhao Huangting who has regained his strength?

From this sword, it can be seen that the sword energy is generated in the sky and the earth is growing bamboo branches.

It was as if a bamboo forest with sword energy appeared out of thin air and directly submerged the huge courtyard. The entire courtyard was wiped out from Jinguan City in an instant.

Every bamboo branch rising from the ground is condensed with sword energy, possessing extremely sharp cutting power. As the bamboo leaves sway, it seems to cut away the air.

In the other courtyard, the servants recruited by King Jiangling were all extremely frightened and did not dare to move. The bamboo branches generated by the sword energy swayed around them, making them feel like they were in a bamboo forest.

However, the broken mansion and all the buildings that were strangled were undoubtedly telling them that this bamboo branch was... extremely terrifying.

Target the person you are targeting.

Sword energy does not harm innocent people.

Zhao Huangting's control of the sword energy has already reached a level of proficiency and perfection. Coupled with the unhappiness that has been suppressed in his heart for these days, he naturally vents it out.

Li Qingchuan, the Taoist from Tianshi Mansion, is naturally not weak in strength. With his cultivation in the Nine Realms, he is always a welcome guest wherever he goes.

However, what he met was Zhao Huangting.

Zhao Huangting, who was really serious, could only use one sword, and even Taoists could not hit it.

The sword energy is intertwined and the bamboo branches are swaying in the wind. Zhao Huangting is holding the shining silver bullfighting weapon. He is hunting in the wind in plain clothes. His white hair and long eyebrows are flying, and his whole body exudes pride.

far away.

King Jiangling took the second prince Zhao Pei away from a distance, with a solemn look on his face. He looked at the garden courtyard that was instantly wiped out from Jinguan City, a little surprised.

Zhao Huangting...didn't he ignite the fire of Nirvana and become like a useless person when suppressed with the Heart Sword?

Only by removing the sword of the heart and letting the fire of Nirvana burn completely can he show his cultivation unscrupulously. But in that case, Zhao Huangting's life will immediately wither like an epiphyllum.

Has any transformation happened to Zhao Huangting?

King Jiangling frowned.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, who was beside him, was more than satisfied.

Zhao Huangting's sword strike directly wiped out the entire spacious mansion. The sword energy intertwined in the air and the extremely gorgeous bamboo branches really chilled him.

If King Jiangling had not taken him away and was enveloped by the sword, even if he did not die, he would have been seriously injured... The old uncle didn't look like he would be merciful to him.

"Didn't Zhao Huangting activate the Nirvana Fire of the Nine Realms and be unable to use cultivation?"

"What's going on at this moment? This sword...did he untie the Heart Sword at all costs? Just to hit Master Li with the sword?"

The second prince Zhao Pei took a deep breath to calm down the shock in his heart and couldn't help but ask.

King Jiangling dusted off the dust on his Confucian shirt and listened to the second prince's words, unable to help but remain silent for a moment.

Then he slowly said: "Li Qingchuan... is he worthy?"

Of course it's not worthy.

A real person from the Tianshi Mansion who has just entered the Ninth Realm is not worthy enough to let Zhao Huangting untie his heart sword and burn the remaining life.

When Zhao Huangting was in his prime, he might not even take a fancy to such a person who had just entered the Nine Realms.

For example, for Zhao Huangting, Li Qingchuan could solve the scene in front of him with just one sword.

"But it's okay. The short-term recovery of his cultivation means that Zhao Huangting will not stay in Jianchi Palace for too long, and may go north soon."

Jiangling King Zhao Xi said softly.

The scholar's shirt made a hunting sound under the impact of the sword energy.

The majestic sword energy that wiped out the entire mansion suddenly disappeared.

The lifelike bamboo forest turned into the sword energy and dissipated bit by bit, revealing the ruins of the other courtyard riddled with holes intertwined by the sword energy.

A figure stood trembling.

It was Li Qingchuan, a Taoist from the Nine Realms of Tianshi Mansion.

At this moment, Li Qingchuan was covered in blood. He was holding a mahogany sword. His Taoist robe was stained with blood and was cut into pieces by the sword energy. His legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Finally, unable to bear the pressure, he knelt down on one knee with a pop and coughed out blood.

All around, the remains of black and yellow talismans crushed by the sword energy were scattered all over the ground.

The peach wood sword he was holding was broken into two halves with a sound, and fell to the ground like a broken peach blossom branch.

He once raised his mahogany sword high, wrapped it with purple thunder, and asked Zhao Huangting to draw the sword.

At that time, he was high-spirited and proud.

And today...

Zhao Huangting drew his sword as he wished. With just one strike, he killed his spirit and energy, leaving a huge haze in his heart.

Li Qingchuan thought of how ridiculous his actions were that day in Jiangling Mansion.

If he hadn't used the golden lotus seed from Tianshi Mansion, he might have become a dead soul under Zhao Huangting's sword today.

With this sword, Zhao Huangting was really rushing to kill him.

The murderous intention contained in the sword, without the protection of the golden lotus seeds, would have killed even his soul.

Above the sky.

Zhao Huangting, dressed in plain clothes, narrowed his eyes: "Golden Lotus Seeds? You are very lucky, but this sword didn't kill you."

Holding a shooting bull in one hand, Zhao Huangting's beard and hair are flying.

"Since I didn't kill you, I, Zhao Huangting, don't even bother to use the second sword. It can be considered as a favor to the Tianshi Mansion."

After finishing his words, Zhao Huangting raised his head and looked between the dusk clouds in the distance.

Vaguely, it seems that you can feel a pair of eyes projected from a distance, that is the old Celestial Master in the Celestial Master's Mansion.

With a sneer, Zhao Huangting played with the first-grade famous sword to shoot bullfights. He did a sword show in mid-air. His eyes moved and fell on the King of Jiangling who had dodged in time.

The King of Jiangling, dressed in a Confucian shirt, faced Zhao Huangting's gaze and bowed with clasped fists.

Zhao Huangting curled his lips and looked down upon this elegant and easy-going King of Jiangling at all.

"As a member of the Zhao family's royal family, the way you avoided my sword earlier... you followed some crooked ways. Just like your royal brother, you are a disgrace."

Zhao Huangting sneered and didn't bother to take another look.

With a step of his foot, the sword light enveloped his body and he fell back into the Sword Pond Palace.

As for the second prince Zhao Pei... he was not on the same level, and he was not even qualified to attract Zhao Huangting's attention.

King Jiangling maintained his posture of bowing his head, and the plum rain fell gently on his skin, bringing a cold feeling. It can be seen that the smile on King Jiangling's face was still very warm.

But amidst the warmth, there was a faint hint of coldness that was turning over and roaring like a poisonous snake.

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Zhao Huangting returned to Jianchi Palace.

Xun Wang Yansheng asked for a thin yellow pear wood sword box and hid the sword She Niu Dou in the box. The silver-white sword was so dazzling that ordinary scabbards could not hide its sharpness.

Therefore, it should be hidden in a sword box to store sword energy and sword intent.

Moreover, after Zhao Huangting fired his sword, Bull Shooting Dou seemed to be completely connected with Zhao Huangting's Qi Qi artistic conception. At this moment, the sword Qi was constantly spurting out and entangled, and only the sword box could hide the sword Qi Qi.

Wang Yansheng even gave him a first-grade sword for shooting bullfights, so he would not be stingy with a mere sword box.

Zhao Huangting hid his sword in a box and carried it on his back. He was dressed in plain clothes, had white hair, and carried the sword box. He really looked like an old swordsman with a cool attitude.

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"I have carried Qingshan around my waist all my life. I have never used any other sword. It feels quite awkward to carry the sword case on my back."

Zhao Huangting said with a smile.

Wang Yansheng glanced at him: "If it's awkward, please return the sword and sword box to me. How many swordsmen in the world are eager to ask for this box and sword."

Zhao Huangting hurriedly complimented him with a smile. Zhao Huangting was still very considerate of the world's best swordsmith.

After all, no swordsman wants to offend a swordsmith.

"You just let the little Taoist priest of Tianshi Mansion go like this? Now that you have taken action, why not do it more simply?" Wang Yansheng said calmly.

Zhao Huangting waved his hand: "If you don't kill with one sword, you can't kill. That old Heavenly Master in Tianshi Mansion will not sit back and watch me kill a Nine-level practitioner from Tianshi Mansion. It's not easy for them to train a Nine-level practitioner." ”

"Unless I plan to have a fight with this old Heavenly Master before heading north."

"But there's no point in fighting that old turtle. It's better to save some energy."

Zhao Huangting's words made Wang Yansheng understand.

"Zhenwu Temple and Tianshi Mansion, two main gates... In comparison, Zhenwu Temple is more heroic. Tianshi Mansion is bent on becoming the national religion of Zhao, gathering the great Zhao Kingdom to build a strong family, and surpassing Zhenwu Temple. On the other hand, Zhenwu Guan is a man of few desires and does not fight or grab, but whether he really does not fight or plays hard to get, I really can’t tell.”

Wang Yansheng said with a chuckle.

Zhao Huangting stretched out, put his arms around Su Muzhe's waist, and said: "The Tianshi Mansion wants to borrow the national fortune of the Yuanmeng Empire. Unfortunately, he dare not go. If he goes, Emperor Yuanmeng will point out that He might eat up all the golden lotuses in the Tianchi of Yunjin Mountain."

"As for Zhenwu Temple...it is rumored that most reincarnated immortals fall into Zhenwu Temple and don't like it very much. In comparison, Tianshi Mansion is more real and simple."

Wang Yansheng nodded, and then a look of helplessness appeared in his eyes: "Among these Jianghu forces, the generation of Jianchi Palace is the most neglected. The only one this generation can produce is Lu Shisan, but Lu Shi Three... Facing the Taoist disciples of Zhenwu Temple, the Little Heavenly Master of the Tianshi Mansion, the Buddhist disciples of the Three Buddhist Temples, etc., there is a huge difference. "

"If a force is left unchecked, it will easily be in danger."

"Especially now, when the time has come for many powerful men of the older generation to approach their end, and the sun is setting..."

Wang Yansheng let out a long sigh.

Zhao Huangting heard something in Wang Yansheng's words, and felt that the sword box on his back suddenly felt a little hot on his back.

"Old Wang, if you have anything to say, just say it. Don't beat around the bush. This generation in Jianchi Palace is indeed not good enough, but... it's not as bad as you said." Zhao Huangting said with a sidelong look.

Wang Yansheng grinned, glanced at Su Muzhe and Wan Jieliu, and said, "You have a good relationship with Anle, so you persuaded Anle to join our Jianchi Palace."

Zhao Huangting couldn't help but narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

"It's not Anle joining Jianchi Palace, but Jianchi Palace... betting on Anle."

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Gurgling.

The biting and cold water kept hitting An Le's body. The broken green clothes and exposed upper body were soaked in the cold lake water. You could clearly feel the cold and biting sword energy coming along the lake water and towards the flesh and blood.

Anle leaned on the green mountain and fell to the bottom of the lake like a sculpture, kicking up the dust at the bottom of the lake.

Few people have been to the bottom of Jianchi Lake.

And when Anle looked up, he could see that on the bottom of the blue lake, there were long swords one after another, and there were all kinds of swords.

Unlike the swords that were melted into the sword bell, those swords that were melted were damaged, old, decayed and eliminated because they had lost their sharpness.

A sword that belongs to the dead.

As for the swords stuck at the bottom of the lake, each handle was incomplete, some were full of cracks, some had no hilts, and some even looked like sword embryos.

All of them are swords that have failed to be tempered. They have never been alive from the beginning.

These swords that failed to be forged will be discarded and sunk to the bottom of the lake, becoming part of the Sword Pool Lake.

At the bottom of Jianchi Lake, there are three tornadoes.

Chengying, Longque and Yanguiqiao have three first-grade swords hanging at the bottom of the lake, in the shape of the word "pin", wrapping Anle and Qingshan in them.

Anle can feel the sword intent and sword energy released from the three swords.

That sword energy... was truly terrifying and devastating.

Anle was cultivated in the fifth level of body training. Before this sword intention, he was as small as an ant.

However, the sword energy gushing out of the green mountain allowed him to withstand the pressure, and the ancient scriptures of the green mountain clinging to his body also gave Anle the capital to support him.

Go ahead!

During the process of opening the sword in Yan Guichuo, Anle understood very clearly that opening the edge for a sword means using the sword energy of other swords to polish the edge, which means opening the edge!

However, the Kai Feng of Yan Returning to the Nest only needs a seven-star dragon bird.

And Qingshan... actually provoked three first-grade swords.

The old sword master seemed to feel the need to get involved, and even sent Cheng Ying to join in the fun.

There is now a situation where three swords surround one sword!

As the current controller of Qingshan Bamboo Sword, Anle had no choice but to be involved in such a terrifying energy situation.

"Come!"

An Le was at the bottom of the lake and exhaled. A Gulu bubble suddenly contained sword energy and surged towards the lake.

Cheng Ying, Longque and Yan returned to the nest with three swords, as if they understood Anle's words.

The buzzing sword intent swept across and turned into three strangulating streams of light, rolling towards Anle.

The entire bottom of the lake was instantly shrouded in brilliant sword light!

Anle gritted her teeth, slowly lifted the Qingshan she was holding in her hand, and gently delivered it forward.

However, An Le's calm and determined eyes suddenly shrank.

Cheng Ying, the sword intent of the three swords of Long Que and Yan Returning to the Nest is like three dragon snakes, entwining the green mountain, slowly spreading, and finally, like the dragon snake entwining An Le's sword-holding palm, starting from the fingers...

Wrap around the arms, wrap around the body, and finally...

It entangled his whole person.

Leading the way for Qingshan...

It's never a sharp sword.

Open-minded...

It's people.

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Inside Jianchi Lake.

A figure in linen clothes had his hands behind his back, and his hair floated toward the lake, swaying like seaweed.

The old sword master's eyes opened and closed, and there seemed to be a sharp and profound sword intent bursting out.

He looked at An Le, who was wrapped into a silkworm chrysalis by the sword intent of the three first-grade swords of Cheng Ying, Long Que and Yan Gui Chao, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"The Sword of the Green Mountain...a sword stained with the blood of an immortal."

"I see... Its opening is never a test of the sword, but a test of the person holding the sword."

The old sword master murmured.

His eyes seemed a little wandering.

Zhao Huangting has come to Jianchi Lake to shoot four times.

Zhao Huangting used the sword energy in Jianchi Lake to impact and polish Qingshan, and planned to use the traditional method of sharpening swords to sharpen Qingshan.

However, they all failed.

Even the old sword master was puzzled and had not been able to find out the reason.

But today, watching Anle lead the way for Qingshan, he finally understood.

The bamboo sword Qingshan never needs to be sharpened. The bamboo sword has no edge but is already sharp. Even the immortals in the sky can be killed and will bleed under the sword.

The ones who really need to take the lead are those who hold the green hills.

When the sword holder takes the lead, it means the green mountain takes the lead.

But if so...

Can this young man... succeed?

Even the old sword master seemed to be unsure at this moment.

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Heart-wrenching pain!

It was as if every inch of flesh and blood on his body had been penetrated and cut by sword energy.

Anle never thought that it would be so painful to attack Qingshan. This is unreasonable. To attack a sword, isn't it to use sword energy to sharpen the edge of the sword?

These sword energies were supposed to be heading towards Qingshan, so why did they end up heading towards An Le?

Start along the arm and start twisting every inch of flesh and blood!

At this moment, Anle felt as if his body no longer belonged to him.

Flesh, flesh, meridians, bones, dantian, inner elixir, and even the soul of the sword furnace, everything, etc., were all crushed into nothingness under the sword energy.

This is pain that Anle has never felt before.

When heaven is about to entrust this person with a great responsibility, he must first work hard on his mind and body?

Anle just wanted to fight for Qingshan... Why did he need to endure such pain so suddenly?

Anle saw with his own eyes that his own flesh and blood was cut off, and the blood filled the sword energy, as if he was only left with a gleaming spiritual bone.

An Le, who was unwilling to sit still and wait for death, roared angrily, circulated his energy and blood, mobilized the innate spiritual energy in his Dantian, and fiercely collided with the sword energy.

It looks very heroic, but the result is miserable.

The innate spiritual energy evaporated instantly...

The newly transformed Dao Fruit [Sword Body] seems to have lost its effect at this moment, and these sword energies show no mercy or mercy at all.

The flesh and blood were crushed by the sword energy, and then crushed again, almost turning into fine particles.

Then came the bones. The teeth-grinding sound of bones being chopped resounded, starting from the finger bones, which were chopped into pieces bit by bit, turning into clearly visible particles, arm bones, ribs, vertebrae...

Finally, it was the skull...

Anle even saw himself being chopped into nothingness, leaving only a large group of particles floating in the sword energy.

The tattered bamboo sword Qingshan was floating quietly.

A faint light flickered.

Anle's flesh and bones, which were chopped into countless particles, were swallowed up by Qingshan like a whale.

The sword energy was like a silkworm pupa.

Surrounding Qingshan.

But in the sword energy pupa...

Anle's breath had disappeared without a trace.

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In the Sword Pool Palace.

Zhao Huangting, who was talking happily with Wang Yansheng, was suddenly stunned, and his whole person seemed to have suddenly turned into a sculpture.

Dazed, confused, stunned...

All kinds of emotions, like an overturned silver bottle, splashed out.

Su Muzhe was very familiar with Zhao Huangting. He turned his head and found that Zhao Huangting's face seemed to be crazy and unbelievable in an instant.

"What's wrong?" Su Muzhe felt uneasy.

Wang Yansheng also noticed something was wrong and narrowed his eyes. The next moment, his face trembled.

Zhao Huangting and Wang Yansheng did not say much. They disappeared in an instant. When they reappeared, they appeared at the Jianchi Lake, which had already returned to calm on the surface.

Su Muzhe and Wan Jieliu also appeared, and their faces were full of confusion.

Zhao Huangting's lips were trembling, and the plain clothes on his body were visibly shaking.

"It's just to sharpen the sword... How come he is gone?"

Wang Yansheng was lost, and there was a touch of surprise and frustration in his eyes, and it was hard to accept.

"Anle... Anle's aura... is gone."

"Is Anle dead?!"

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