The remnants of the sun are blowing, and the layers are like cracks.

Tianfeng was cut into pieces, suspected to be immortal clothes.

……

The glow of the sunset began to gradually fade and weaken, like the last stubborn flame in the twilight spring showers that washed over the world.

When it was completely extinguished, the illuminated heavenly dome suddenly fell silent.

The icy rain, carrying the chill of late spring, hit the catalpa flat.

On the sixth mountain, the two figures sitting upright have been soaked by the rain.

The huge sword qi bodhisattva disappeared, and the sword qi of the sixth mountain also returned to the mountain, and never appeared again.

A move against the sky has finally come to an end.

On the stone path of the sixth mountain, Li Youan and Hua Jiebing no longer paid attention to the rising breath, and strangely recovered from the state of weakness in three days.

The two broke through the rain, drifted down the mountain, and landed on the big flat.

The big raindrops of beans sprinkled all over the sky were distorted by the qi of the two before they fell, and they did not water the two people sitting on the flat again.

The muscles on the face of Zhao Huangting, the old man of Taimiao, moved slightly, and then his eyes slowly opened, and the clarity between heaven and earth gradually appeared in his eyes.

It seems that it has succeeded, Zhao Huangting showed a smile, suppressed the fire of Nirvana with the heart sword, took his life from the hands of the sky, and continued for a while.

Even Zhao Huangting was worried in his heart, after all, how rampant was it to kill with God?

If God doesn't rain down purple thunder and kill you, it's not bad.

Of course, the more pressure is still on Master Suzhu, as the one who handed out the heart sword, he is the one who really rebels against God, and he will provoke God's disgust, and even because of the split heart sword, the Yuan Shen is extremely weak, and his cultivation will be suppressed to the lowest point ever.

Master Su Zhu's beautiful face swelled with a paleness, and even if she died with her great strength, it was difficult to hide this paleness.

"Master!"

Hua Xie Bing stretched out the oil-paper umbrella and blocked the twilight spring ice rain falling from the sky for Master Suzhu.

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, making a muffled sound, and then intertwined into a bead curtain and continued to sprinkle down, forming a large net of rain curtains.

Master Su Zhu stood up, her snow-white monk's robe hung lightly, and the mountain mist in the rain lingered around her slender body, and the crystal soles of her feet seemed to support her body and float slightly in the air.

Zhao Huangting got up, clasped his hands into fists, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Bodhisattva."

This thanks, sincerely.

After all, to divide the sword of the heart to suppress the fire of nirvana for him is to take his life from the heavens, and for Buddhist practitioners who pay attention to cause and effect, it is to increase cause and effect in themselves.

The most important thing is that during this time, Master Suzhu will fall into unprecedented weakness, and even accidentally seduce the fire of his own nirvana.

Therefore, with his identity as a member of the Zhao family's royal family, he was able to invite the master of Su Yi to take action, and the proud Zhao Huangting, this sentence of gratitude really came from the bottom of his heart.

If it weren't for the friendship they had in the world when they were young, and if it weren't for the fact that he had saved Hua Jiebing out of Lin'an, Guru Suzhu might not have been willing to fight this price to help him suppress the fire of Nirvana.

Master Suzhu's face was like frost and snow, and he became more and more dusty and elegant.

She pinched the Buddha seal in her hand and returned the salute.

"Suppressing the fire of Nirvana is a move against the heavens, I suppress it with my heart sword, the longer I suppress it, the greater the torture of your soul, and when you pull out the sword, the pain will be more intense than ever......"

"Zhao Huangting, you are so self-conscious."

Master Su Zhu glanced at Zhao Huangting deeply, and there was a sigh in his eyes.

Zhao Huangting was quite free and easy: "It doesn't matter, for the last big romance in life, what is the pain." ”

Master Su Zhu didn't say anything more, and turned his head to look at Hua Jiebing: "Xie Bing, it's time to go back to Ganye Temple, your Eight Realms Extreme Heart Sword should also be tempered well to prepare for the final impact on the Nine Realms Heart Sword." ”

Hua Xie Bing heard this, this time, he did not refuse again.

She has already left Lin'an, and the relationship between her and the Lin Mansion is almost the same.

Moreover, she really should have hit the Nine Realms well.

The cultivation of the Eight Realms Limit made her feel her own shortcomings and many constraints.

"Master, the disciple is willing to return to Ganye Temple."

Hua Xie Bing said respectfully.

"Divide the heart sword to suppress the fire of nirvana, during this time, Master Suzhu will be very weak, only the Ganye Temple is the safest."

"In this world, there are too many people who want to win the heart sword, and when the news of Zhao Huangting's success in suppressing the fire of Nirvana spreads, there will definitely be many people who are approaching the limit when they hear the news of Master Su Zhu's weakness, and they will inevitably have some thoughts."

"There are two other archmages in Ganye Temple, plus the red python that has lived for thousands of years at the end of the temple, it is the safest place."

Li Youan said.

Zhao Huangting laughed loudly: "Then you can underestimate this mother...... Bodhisattva, when we walked the rivers and lakes together, at that time she was still 33,000 green silk, the beauty was bubbling, but how many people coveted her beauty were killed by her ruthlessly, don't look at her weakness, the weaker the more terrible, I didn't think that this girl would become a Bodhisattva. ”

Master Su Zhu looked at Zhao Huangting with a smile.

Zhao Huangting immediately shut up, covered his waist and hummed: "Hey, this sealed Nirvana fire, it feels different, my old bones are really old bones, and my waist will flash when I move slightly, An boy, do you have any wine?" Take a bite to strengthen your bones. ”

Looking at Zhao Huangting, who was shouting and leaving, Master Su Zhu retracted his gaze, his eyes were as calm as water: "Although Zhao Huangting said that I am like a female devil, I do have some reason, so there is no need to worry." ”

"Besides, now I am burdened with Zhao Huangting's disobedience to the heavens' anger, at this time, whoever gets the heart sword is not to take it to seek longevity, but to find a life talisman for death."

Li Youan bowed slightly, and after holding his fist towards Master Suzhu, he stepped out, and the wind and rain stopped suddenly, and he came to the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Huangting, who climbed up, sat with An Le on the wet bluestone path full of peach blossoms beaten by the rain.

"I wonder what Uncle Huang's plans will be next?"

Li Youan stood in front of the two, thought about it, and also sat on the stone path, and asked.

The rain was falling tricklingly, but it was covered by Li You'an's qi machine, as if there was an invisible umbrella cover covering the falling raindrops.

An Le obviously didn't bring out the wine from the Lin'an Mansion, Zhao Huangting smashed his mouth regretfully, and said, "What can you plan?" Since crossing the Canglang River, all the way north to the capital of Yuanmeng. ”

An Le turned his head to see that he still remembered that Senior Zhao said that he would take him to meet Da Shuangli.

Li Youan smiled: "Go directly?" ”

Zhao Huangting stretched his waist, and after the fire of Nirvana was suppressed, his cultivation was not obvious, and he looked as if he was really an old man.

"Just go to the fart." Zhao Huangting rolled his eyes and said: "This trip to the capital of Yuanmeng, there are eight thousand miles, across the Canglang River, it is the territory of Yuanmeng, and before you reach the capital of Yuanmeng, you will be beaten to death by the masters of Yuanmeng." ”

"Out of Lin'an, it is the rivers and lakes...... That day, the guy who was not angry in the Xuan Palace, I am afraid that he will no longer take care of my identity as an imperial uncle, and will invite a master to kill An Le at any cost, of course, I still have face, and some people may be happy to see me go north, and try the depth of Emperor Yuan, who has not made a move for hundreds of years, but some of the grudges are too big, but they don't want me to be so cool. ”

Li Youan narrowed his eyes: "Do you need my escort?" ”

Zhao Huangting shook his head: "You don't have to, the escort will be exempted, you were invited back by Hua Jiebing this time, and after leaving the upper reaches of the Canglang River for so long, the two fathers and sons of the Xiliang Kingdom who have fallen into the devil will definitely not let go of such a good opportunity, and there will definitely be some changes." ”

"The two fathers and sons of the Xiliang Kingdom are definitely not good people, you have to watch them closely, not for the sake of Da Zhao, but for the people of the several cities that the governor of the Xiliang Kingdom can influence......"

"Once the father and son of the Western Liang Kingdom break the city, they will inevitably slaughter the city, and then there will be a river of blood."

"Then I, Zhao Huangting, will become a sinner."

When Li You'an heard this, his eyes froze: "Before I returned to Lin'an, I fought with Gu Chenglin, the prince of Xiliang, and that battle hurt his demon heart, and in a short period of time, he shouldn't be able to make trouble." ”

"The situation in the Western Liang Kingdom is more complicated, the Yuan and Mongolian armies have already rushed to the Western Liang, eyeing each other, and the Gu family father and son dare not cross the river to the south at this time."

Li Youan said.

His eyes shone brightly: "And you shouldn't go north immediately, you plan to take An Le to Shuzhong Jianchi Palace first, and try to open the front for Qingshan again." ”

Zhao Huangting scratched his head and said with a smile: "I really can't hide it from you, I have two major regrets in my life, one regret is that I have never had a good fight with Emperor Yuan, who is the number one in the world, and the second regret is that I failed to open the front for Qingshan." ”

"This is the fifth time I have gone to the Jianchi Palace in Shuzhong, and I can't open the front for Qingshan again...... I also resign myself to fate. ”

"Besides, this time I'll take An Le there, with this kid's edge for the sword, maybe it will be successful."

Zhao Huangting patted An Le's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Then I'll escort you for a while, I'll leave when I get to Shuzhong, just right, these days, I have something to say to An Le."

Li Youan said.

Zhao Huangting couldn't help squinting his eyes: "What do you want to say?" ”

The two of you say a word, An Le is sandwiched in the middle, I just feel very uncomfortable, I don't move, I don't move.

Especially at this moment, Zhao Huangting squinted, and suddenly there was an aura of coercion.

Li You'an was dressed in a Confucian shirt, sitting on the bluestone, but his waist was straight, and in the face of Zhao Huangting's squinting posture, he didn't care and said: "Do you know that An Le holds the wisp of future sword qi of the holy master." ”

"Looking at the future from the cliff, I can see the spark of the stars, which will burn the prairie fire."

The words fell.

The black clouds of the twilight with the spring rain seemed to have emitted a thunderous explosion, and the lightning behind the clouds suddenly flashed, illuminating the world with great light!

Zhao Huangting's eyes narrowed and widened suddenly.

"You've changed, Youan Lee, you've changed."

Zhao Huangting let out a breath and said slowly.

Then his eyes widened, and he returned to his original state little by little, and he was a little excited.

"That's it, I don't care about these, I can't care about it."

"However, if it is really as you said, this Sword Lake Palace will have to go even more, the sword will not be sharpened, and there will be no chance against Emperor Shangyuanmeng."

The old man sighed.

Li Youan stretched out his hand and took a late spring raindrop, which was suspended in the palm of his hand, reflecting the brilliant brilliance like a mirror.

"But it's still early, more people are needed, important people, through the sword qi to see and believe that this spark can really set the prairie on fire, and the rope that the son of the Zhao family can't twist now, if he doesn't have the ability, it is difficult to twist it."

Li Youan said softly.

An Le listened to the words of the two of them as if they were full of Zen machines, full of confusion, as if they understood, but they didn't understand, and they didn't bother to mix in the conversation between the two.

He set his eyes on Master Su Zhu, who was talking to Hua Xie Bing on the big ping.

His mind moved, and he began to absorb the energy of the years in Master Su Zhu's body.

These days, he has been trying to absorb the years of these strong people, he has tried Li Youan, and he has also tried the sixth mountain master, one failure and one success, but unfortunately, what he has worked hard to absorb from the sixth mountain master is only a wisp of white years qi.

As for Zhao Huangting and Suzhu Bodhisattva, because the two of them were changing their lives against the sky, An Le didn't dare to try, for fear of causing some changes.

Now, the act against the sky is over, and An Le naturally begins to suck in.

[Years and Days] a column of violent beating, constantly beating.

After a tug-of-war, it seems that a feather pulled from the phoenix's body, a wisp of time floats in.

The surging gold emerged, lingering on An Le's fingertips, reflecting the flowing golden brilliance.

An Le's eyes suddenly appeared with joy.

The long-lost golden years!

However, the environment is not right at the moment, and An Le did not immediately immerse his mind to observe this rare golden age.

"Let's go, Ann boy."

Zhao Huangting stood up, patted off the raindrops on his body, and said lazily.

"It's been a few days on the Sixth Mountain, and it's time for us to go."

"You are in Lin'an, and you won a champion, but you are ranked seventh on the Little Saint List because Zhao Xianyou has retired, so on the whole, you have not improved your ranking, so it is best to climb to the top of the Little Saint List and chat with the Holy Master, and you are very confident."

Zhao Huangting patted An Le's shoulder.

Now he has no doubts about An Le's conversation with the Holy Master.

The golden years qi absorbed from Master Su Zhu's body drilled into his body, and he got up and looked at Zhao Huangting suspiciously: "I broke the bureau of the Zhao family's emperor in front of the Tianxuan Palace, this champion...... Is it okay? ”

Zhao Huangting couldn't help but smile dumbly when he heard this.

But I saw the sixth mountain lord floating down from the mountain, carrying the pine sword box, and said: "When you become the leader of the civil and military test, in the eyes of the holy mountain, you will be the champion." ”

Then he clasped his hands to his chest and added a sentence coolly: "The Zhao family's court has already said that it doesn't count." ”

Master Suzhu and Hua Xie Bing of Daping at the foot of the mountain float on the stone path.

Everyone met again on the mountain stone path full of peach blossoms, the rain fell tricklingly, playing the peach blossoms on both sides, and the muddy water rolled up the peach blossoms, and went down the mountain road.

"An Le, you can take this Dingfeng Wave."

Hua Jiebing handed the golden-backed wide knife that was taken from Tianxuan Palace, under the nose of the Zhao family's emperor, to An Le.

The knife is three feet long, with gold lines on the back, and there seems to be an ancient text engraved on it, which contains special fluctuations.

The icy raindrops stained the blade and slid down gently, leaving traces of water stains.

"Madame...... This ......"

An Le looked at the knife handed over by Mrs. Hua, and immediately hesitated, after all, for Mrs. Hua, this knife was of great significance.

"Then, for me, when this knife is retrieved from Tianxuan Palace, the meaning contained in it has disappeared, and the dead knife is there, if someone can control this knife well and reproduce the true meaning of the knife, then it is truly meaningful."

Hua Xie Bing said softly.

Everyone present didn't say anything, but they just looked at this second-grade gold-backed wide knife and were quite embarrassed.

The earliest person who held this Dingfeng Wave was the old lady of the Lin family, and the invincible golden knife of the golden knife Lin was the Ding Fengbo.

After the old lady died in battle, the treasure knife was inherited to Lin Dalang, and then lost in the battlefield against the Yuanmeng army, and finally was retrieved from the Yuanmeng army by the Zhao royal family in some way, and was included in the magic treasure house.

"A man is dead, but the sword does not want to be dusted."

"I want to go back to Ganye Temple with my master, and when I break through the Nine Realms and refine the Nine Realms Heart Sword, I will come out of the mountain again and kill that Qin Lishi."

Hua Xie Bing said seriously.

Hearing this, An Le no longer hesitated, stretched out his hand, and took over the storm from Hua Jiebing's hand.

As soon as the knife was in his hand, it was not as heavy as he imagined, but the silent qi and blood in his body seemed to be surging up at this moment, like an angry dragon in the river being mobilized by the knife qi, constantly roaring filial piety.

The second-grade treasure knife is indeed very good.

However, after all, it is the first time to hold a knife, and An Le has a very high sensitivity to the sword because of the [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit, but the knife is mediocre, except for causing the surge of qi and blood, there is nothing special.

Swords, like swords, need to be nourished.

There was no comfortable holding the sword, and it provoked a strange scene of the true meaning of the sword in the turmoil.

The crowd was not surprised.

The Sixth Mountain Lord had no sense of the knife, but this set the turmoil, but he was also quite moved, because he saw some knife intent contained in the knife.

Raising his hand, sword qi suddenly erupted from his fingertips, and a peach tree was pitifully cut off in an instant.

The sword qi danced repeatedly, and the peach tree finally turned into an ordinary peach wood scabbard, hanging in front of An Le.

"Swords and swords are in general, they all need to be raised, take a peach wood sheath to raise the turmoil."

The main road of the sixth mountain.

After the storm was put into the sheath, after thanking the sixth mountain lord in peace, he put the knife on the right waist, the green mountain ink pool on the left waist, and the right side of the wind and waves, and a white spring breeze sleeve, but it seemed to have a bit of the demeanor of a scholar in the rivers and lakes.

"Gone."

Guru Suzhu spoke.

This stunningly beautiful, like a master and apprentice who have stepped out of a painting, clasped their palms together and waved towards everyone.

Countless spring rains turned into sword qi lotus flowers under their feet, holding up the figures of the master and apprentice, floating in the air, really like a bodhisattva and Guanyin who roam the world.

An Le clasped his hands into fists and made a long stroke.

The sixth mountain lord bowed slightly, and Li Youan and Zhao Huangting both hugged their fists.

"Take care."

The crowd spoke.

There is not much sadness of parting, for such a strong person, except for life and death, there is no permanent parting, only what you want to see and what you don't see.

Hua Xie Bing and Master Su Zhu no longer stayed, stepped on the sword qi lotus, tore open the rain curtain, and left with a peerless elegance.

Between the mountain roads outside the sixth mountain.

The 10,000-strong army arranged by the emperor of the Zhao family raised their heads one after another.

The two generals of Zhenguo and Fuguo from the second grade, as well as Liu Guanshi, the majestic Shangzhu State who had just been dispatched, all looked up, looking at the Bodhisattva and Guanyin who had broken through the sky and left, and there was no movement.

General Jin Wuwei wanted to draw his sword, but when he saw the majestic Shangzhuguo and the two generals, he didn't make any moves, and suddenly let go of the hand holding the knife in embarrassment.

……

……

The rain comes to be delicate and sparse, even if it can't be more, it refuses to do without.

At the foot of the Sixth Mountain.

A luxurious carriage was quietly moored.

Lin Siye wore a hat on his head, a Confucian shirt, a firewood knife on his waist, and an ink-colored spear on his back, gently patting the cart horse bathed in the spring rain.

On the wheel, Lin Chaifeng carried a burning stick on his waist, wore a hat on his head, and sat cross-legged.

In the carriage, Lin Qingyin lifted the curtain from time to time and looked at the misty and rainy Sixth Mountain.

Suddenly, on the mountain road covered by smoke and rain, several figures slowly walked down.

The sixth mountain lord carried a pine sword box, followed by the Yunrou fairy holding an umbrella, followed by Li Youan, Zhao Huangting and a white-clothed Anle.

Lin Siye floated over, and when he saw Zhao Huangting, whose breath was restrained and no longer had the slightest nirvana flame burning, there was a touch of discoloration in his eyes.

"The carriage is ready, just in time to chase the wind and the ninth sister to walk with you."

Lin Siye said.

"I won't leave, I will live in the Rotten Ke Temple for a long time."

When Zhao Huangting heard this, he glanced at the carriage, smiled lightly, and without saying a word, got into the carriage.

Li Youan bowed his head towards Lin Siye, and landed in the sky in one step, disappearing, but his qi was faintly lingering, and he would escort the chariot all the way.

An Le hugged his fists towards the sixth mountain lord, Yunrou Fairy and Lin Siye.

"Take a walk around the rivers and lakes, see the romance, the sword needs to be sharpened, wait for the seventh mountain to open, I hope your sword can surprise me."

The Sixth Mountain Lord rarely smiled softly and said.

Happiness is a long way.

Lin Siye carried a firewood knife on his waist, smiled and nodded.

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes.

There will be a period later.

An Le turned into the chariot.

Lin Chaifeng wore a hat on his head, and as soon as he pulled the reins, the chariot began to slowly drive towards the outside of the mountain road.

Lin Siye and the Sixth Mountain Lord also ascended to the sky and disappeared into the sky.

The wheels crush the mud of the mountain road.

The torrential rain is getting louder and louder.

At the entrance of the mountain road, 10,000 people are covered with iron armor, and there is light and cold.

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu State carried a spear and a red horse, and the horse neighed in the rain.

On the side, the generals of Zhenguo and Fuguo are also horses.

The two generals on the left and right of Jin Wuwei squinted, and it could be seen that there was a carriage swaying on the mountain road where the rain curtain was draped.

Here it comes!

General Jin Wuwei narrowed his eyes.

Shangzhu Guo Liu Guanshi's eyes suddenly burst with essence, he reluctantly drew his knife and raised his knife, and his voice tore through the torrential rain.

"Draw your sword!"

With a loud shout, the sound exploded, and countless raindrops cracked.

The ironclad soldiers behind him drew their swords one after another, and the sword light rushed into the sky!

And in the rickety carriage.

Facing the majestic ten thousand people.

An Le sat upright, his eyes were condensed, the white clothes involuntarily stirred, the qi and blood in his body began to surge slowly, and the Qingshan ink pool trembled slightly, and he already sent out a sword groan according to his mind.

But the old imperial uncle stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder, and the surging qi and blood in his body suddenly calmed down.

"Old decay borrows a knife."

Zhao Huangting's eyes were a little complicated, and he said softly.

An Le didn't say much, and pulled out his waist to fix the turmoil.

Zhao Huangting held the storm and stepped out, and the fluttering knife was added to the cover of the luxurious chariot.

Suddenly, there was a brilliant sword spirit and supreme pride, swept up from him, crushing the wind and rain.

Liu Guanshi, the Shangzhu State who rode the horse, immediately turned over and dismounted, and the two generals of Zhenguo and Fuguo also followed, leaving only the two generals of Jin Wuwei who looked confused.

The three of them stood on the side of the horse, standing in the rain, holding long knives obliquely.

This mighty Shangzhu Kingdom suddenly plunged the knife in his hand into the ground.

"Send the Lin family's golden knife!"

"Send Uncle Huang!"

The rainstorm froze instantly.

Ten thousand ironclad soldiers all followed, and they all stuck their knives on the ground, looking at the old man sitting on the chariot at the other end, with a golden knife horizontally, and the stomach of 10,000 armor was sonorous, and a spring thunder was heard after the roar exploded like a cloud.

"Send the Lin family's golden knife!"

"Send Uncle Huang!"

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