The ink pool in An Le's hand was taken from the sixth mountain, and it was given by the sixth mountain lord himself.

As for the other tattered bamboo sword pinned to the waist of the young man, it is not so eye-catching, what threat can the tattered old bamboo sword have?

It may just be a playful object cut out by the old man in the family when he was a teenager, with extraordinary significance, so it is worn by the teenager, and it is a symbol of the dream of the teenager to go to the end of the world with a sword.

Zhushan naturally didn't know the origin of the bamboo sword, even Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe in the chariot in the distance, they also had no impression of this broken bamboo sword.

They simply couldn't connect the broken bamboo sword at the young man's waist with the centuries-old saber of that legendary figure of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Therefore, when Zhushan released the surging qi and blood that was smelted into Dan, his mind was locked on the ink pool in An Le's hand, observing and predicting An Le's next moment of attack.

But the casting mountain, which has been locked on the ink pool, suddenly found that the ink pool was gone, like a ball of thick ink, blending into the dark night, disappearing without a trace, disappearing in front of me and in my mind!

A sense of threat that made his hairs stand on end instantly came to his heart!

Where's the sword?!

A gust of wind blows, and the sharp edge is born out of thin air!

The stars were sprinkled from thousands of feet, splashing in front of Zhushan's eyes, and a sword light accompanied by the starlight appeared from the darkness.

The tip of the sword, the body, the sword, the hilt...... The complete sword appeared out of thin air and swept through the sky!

Like a black bolt of lightning that swept through the endless night!

It's too close!

The sword weapon approached, and the casting mountain realized that in an instant, the threat of death spread to every part of his mind!

The muscles seem to have stiffened under the horror of death!

But Zhushan didn't give up, he wanted to let Mr. leave Lin'an safely, how could he lose as soon as he made a move?

So what's the point of him coming here to fight for his husband?

On the contrary, it will limit Mr. to a dilemma!

A low roar, as if the beast was at the end of its rope, in the casting mountain dantian, the round qi and blood inner pill that was cast as a whole, rotated at high speed, squeezed and pushed out the majestic qi and blood strength from every corner of the body!

The burly body, the knotted muscles, suddenly swelled and bulged at this moment, and the skin, muscles, and spirit bones exploded with their strength, forcibly twisting the body, and the knotted muscles twisted like twists!

Burst!!!

The unexpected ink pool, passing through the shoulders of the Cast Mountain, brought up a pool of blood, cut through the skin and flesh of the Cast Mountain, and then accompanied by the sword chant and the sword chant that chopped the blood beads, cutting off a corner of the hat on the head of the Cast Mountain!

Zhushan's qi and blood burned like flames, and his legs slammed into the bluestone, cracking the ground, and his body stopped after spinning.

The ink pool was accompanied by a burst of sword light, returning to the white-clothed young man, quietly suspended.

Zhushan gasped violently, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He is a martial artist who forges the three realms of the body, and his qi and blood are fused into Neidan, but his qi and blood advantages cannot be brought into play at all, and as soon as they fight, they are suppressed.

An inkwell, like a viper in the night.

"Edgeworth? Refining the gods?! ”

Cast Mountain looked at the boy incredulously.

However, An Le did not respond to him, and since Zhushan had made a decision, he was responsible for his own decision.

An Le raised his hand, bent his fingers and tapped the sword body of the inkpool, and in an instant, a gust of wind blew, and the inkpool disappeared into the night again.

Like a top-notch assassin, always waiting for the right moment to catch a one-hit.

"No, your mind is not out of the world, it is the same as me, this is not Edgeworth!"

Zhushan took a deep breath, and his body began to move again.

Under the membrane, every pore is oozing misty qi and blood, turning into an intertwined blood python, waiting around at high speed, controlled by the mind, always guarding against the ink pool that pierces from the darkness.

Zhushan understands that he must be close to An Le and oppress with the forging body cultivation of the Great Realm in order to have a chance!

An Le's forging body cultivation has only broken through the second realm under the sixth mountain, and once he gets close, he will have the certainty of beating An Le to death!

Qi and blood clinging to the broad-faced broadsword, and the spirit of the cast mountain is stimulated by the ink pool hidden in the darkness like a taut string.

Bang!!!

The cast mountain moved, the bluestone under his feet exploded, and the figure pulled up the blood mist, rushing towards An Le.

An Le was dressed in white, raised his hand and pressed it gently, his heart was like silk.

The breeze is coming, and the sword qi is approaching!

Suddenly, the starlight spreads, and the ink pool reappears!

It looks like a painter dotting a drop of ink on a blank piece of paper.

Extremely tricky, it emerged from the side of Zhushan's neck, and the sharp sword qi was swallowed, and it broke through Zhushan's qi and blood in an instant.

An Le's heart is so strong that he is infinitely close to the three realms of refining gods, which Zhushan never expected, and this oppression makes him feel cold all over his body.

However, he is unwilling to give up, he has a reason to succeed, only success can make Mr. leave Lin'an Mansion safely, even if he needs to pay the price of his life!

With a roar, the cast mountain was still running wildly.

The fused inner pill qi and blood that were intertwined on the surface of his body were squeezed with a bang, turning into a python roaring and crashing into the ink pool.

Flush the inkpool away!

However, An Le's mind surged, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be filled with dense silk-like sword qi, like a thread manipulating the ink pool.

An Le's palm pressed down.

The inkpool shuddered, and the speed of the stabbing suddenly increased!

A clear sword roar burst out!

At this moment, the sword roared like the neighing of a wild horse in the steppe!

The horse's hooves fall and explode the void!

Zhushan's eyes shrank, and he only felt that a wild horse as black as ink was recklessly and unruly towards him!

It was faster than he could tell.

The ink pool is the sword of calligraphy and painting, and An Le made "Running Horse", raising the sword energy of the ink pool, containing the meaning of galloping horses!

The fusion of sword qi and calligraphy and painting actually gave birth to an unprecedented vision!

Zhushan's hair trembled, and this sword couldn't be dodged with his qi and blood inner Dan cultivation.

The blood python was beheaded!

The membrane is torn open and blood gushes out!

But Zhushan's eyes were red, regardless of it, only the young man bathed in the starlight in the dark night was left in the fiery eyes!

"Kill !!"

The neck was pierced by the ink pool, the blood vessels were chopped, and the blood was gushing!

However, An Le's eyes condensed slightly.

But I saw that the flesh and blood on Zhushan's neck were like a thousand refined irons, stuck in the ink pool!

The boundless strength exploded, and there was an ink pool on the neck of Zhushan, and a few big steps, breaking bluestone step by step, like a fierce battle in the forest, finally approaching in front of An Le, and the oppression of the Qi and Blood Inner Dan Realm was like a mountain smashing down!

The broad-faced knife in his hand slashed out fiercely.

This is a stab in the face that he has incorporated all his faith, blood, fighting spirit and hope!

However, a tattered bamboo sword, with a puddle of blood, revealed the tip of the sword from the back of the casting mountain, and then with an unrivaled momentum, it burst into a circle of energy ripples, wanting to go to the blue sky and explode the clouds!

Collapse the sword!

The bamboo sword penetrated the body, shattering the inner dan of the Casting Mountain's qi and blood, and also enveloping all the strength and strength of the Casting Mountain.

The big knife was slashed weakly, and was gently slapped away by An Le.

With a muffled sound, the big knife slashed at An Le's side, leaving a knife mark on the bluestone and stirring up a gust of wind.

Zhushan's burly body was through a big hole, holding a big knife, bleeding from his mouth and nose, blood and tears were flowing from his eyes, and he looked at the young man in front of him with complexity and guilt.

"Gongzi An...... Please...... Please forgive the offense of Cast Mountain. ”

An Le looked at Zhushan, and there was a touch of relief and relief in his eyes.

"You and I are small people, and we are like mayflies in this world, and everything is out of our own hands."

"But in this world, there will always be a person who is worth your hard work for."

An Le said.

"Gongzi An...... I'm sorry, I just want to live first. ”

"My husband saved me from fire and water, and now I want to do everything I can...... Let the gentleman go back to the place where his dream began. ”

"I ...... That's all I can do. ”

Coughing up blood on the side of the mountain, he said, he doesn't complain about Anle, he wants to kill Anle, why complain if he is killed?

He complained about Qin Qianqiu, the young son of the Qin Mansion who forced Mr. to die, the cunning rabbit died, the lackey cooked, and Mr. had no value, so he abandoned it.

An Le didn't say anything more, all this was Zhushan's choice, but in fact, Zhushan didn't have a choice, Qin Qianqiu asked him to kill An Le, such a noble person's words, how could such a little person have a choice.

The bamboo sword returned, the ink pool was slowly withdrawn, and it was also suspended at Anle's side, and the two swords were not stained with blood.

Zhushan was covered in blood, and his will began to blur.

Holding a knife, standing in place, the stars are shining, and the moon is like frost.

Cast Hill looked up at the end of the long street.

In the night, the gray fog was misty, as if there was no hope in sight.

In front of me, there seems to be a picturesque picture of the past.

When he saw that he had been in a black prison with a knife and was in a black prison, and there was no hope, Mr. came like a starlight and rescued him with a smile.

He saw that he had driven with Mr., galloped to Qingzhou to challenge talents from all sides, won ten battles and won ten battles, and watched Mr. Lou rise, and the genius was like a shock.

He saw the chariot go out of Qingzhou to Lin'an, traveling through the heavens, the earth, mountains and rivers, Mr. played the sword and sang, and he raised the whip and sang.

He saw the gentleman in the car laughing, and he was laughing on the wheel.

He saw ......

He will never see him again.

The long road should be sad and the spring is late, and the remnants of the night are still vaguely dreamy.

A sigh of regret came from the mouth of the burly coachman.

"Sir, Zhushan can't drive you back to Qingzhou."

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Flowing water, small pavilion people.

Luo Qingchen had a small silver sword suspended in front of him, his mind was like a sea, and his sword qi was like frost, washing the dust on his heart.

Suddenly, his heart trembled.

There seemed to be a sigh, wrapped in the cold night breeze of the spring, wafting in.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a touch of sadness in his eyes, like ink.

He staggered to his feet, looked in the direction of the long street, and clenched his fists violently.

The small silver sword wrapped around him like a snake.

He soared into the sky, and swept away like madness towards the long street in the distance.