Su Musha didn't know what kind of kendo talent this handsome and even a little bewitching young man in front of him could provoke Zhao Huangting, the kendo genius who amazed the whole world back then, so respected.

Even said that the boy was the hope of the Sword Pond Palace.

Even if it carries Qingshan, it is still unknown how far it can go and how far it can grow, why do you think that the young man will become the hope of the Sword Pond Palace now?

Hope of the Sword Pond Palace...... It is necessary to give birth to a Ten Realms Sword Saint again.

Peace, can you?

Su Musha didn't know, but she believed in Zhao Huangting, just as she believed in him unconditionally when she was ignorant and ignorant, even if five hundred years have passed now, she still hasn't changed.

"Okay."

Su Musha smiled and said.

Zhao Huangting said that Anle was the hope of Jianchi Palace, so she felt that it was.

Looking at the eyes of the woman who was no longer young burst out with the same light of trust as before, Zhao Huangting's heart couldn't help but tremble.

That belief made his shoulders heavy and his heart blocked.

"Let's go, let's pack up and go directly to the Sword Pond Palace."

"I'm running out of time."

Zhao Huangting avoided the woman's gaze, looked at the sparkling lake outside the window, and said softly.

Su Musha didn't refuse, she raised her hand and put it on her eyebrows.

An Le could feel that the entire Jiang Julou seemed to be constantly trembling and shaking by the impact of a hurricane, so he could hear the sonorous sound and resound, and one sword weapon after another roared out from the sword qi palace in the eyebrows of Su Musha.

"Now that you have sealed the fire of Nirvana with your mind, your body can't stand the fatigue and turbulence, let's take this sword river and go straight to the Sword Pond Palace."

Su Musha said to Zhao Huangting, his voice was very gentle.

"The carriage is left in Jiangjulou, Mei Niang will help take care of it, and the horse will be fed very well."

Su Musha said.

Zhao Huangting did not refuse, a sword weapon relaxed, supporting his body, and Su Musha also sat on it, riding the same sword with Zhao Huangting.

The sword qi suddenly roared out, enveloping the two of them, in the three-story window of the Jiangju Building, like a white crane with wings spreading, soaring into the air.

The sun shone brightly and sprinkled on the old man and the woman who were riding the sword.

A smile tugged at the corner of the woman's lips, as if she wished to pause time at this moment.

An Le, Lin Qingyin and Lin Chaifeng all have swords to hold up under them.

did not resist, and let the sword arm support them and gallop out of Jiangju Tower.

The huge Gangneung Mansion City is presented in the dredging, and countless flying swords are in the sky, like migratory birds, densely packed, like a horizontal sword river.

There were many people in the city who looked up, some ordinary people, some cultivators, and some who followed all the way from Lin'an, who were ordered to have evil people in their hearts.

However, under the coercion of this female sword god who was not weaker than Li You'an, these ill-intentioned cultivators could only put away this unwillingness.

An Le was dressed in white, sitting on top of the sword, and he could feel that every sword around him seemed to contain divine will, as if he was in touch with the female sword god.

The sword has a spirit, and one person is like a shepherd shepherding sheep.

And this female sword god is a sword.

Out of Jiangling Mansion, continue to move forward, the scenery of Shu began to jump into view, that like a ghostly axe-like scenery, let the people sitting on the flying sword and admiring the mountains and rivers under them are all relaxed and happy.

Qutang is exhausted, and Wuxia rises.

Lianfeng is a little strange, and the stone color becomes green.

Heavenly craftsmanship is ingenious, and gradually wants to be wonderful.

The rushing river, the continuous but rugged mountain peaks, and all kinds of strange and dangerous cliffs are frequently dotted between the mountains and rivers.

An Le's eyes were dizzy, and even cultivators felt their own insignificance in front of such a miraculous work of nature.

The sword river flew for almost an hour, and the female sword god Su Mu covered many sword weapons, broke through the clouds, and went down to the sea of clouds.

A huge city suddenly came into view, and the prosperity of that city was not weaker than that of Jiangling Mansion, and even surpassed.

An Le knows that this is the famous Jinguan City in Shu, and the Jianchi Palace is located in this beautiful city.

The sword light fell into the Jinguan City, setting off a breeze to move around, the hibiscus flowers in the city were in full bloom, and the heaven and earth were filled with a good fragrance.

Jinguancheng has a long history, existed for a long time, is an ancient city that is not inferior to Lin'an, walk around, you can feel the scenery in the city is very different.

There was a slight drizzle in the sky, and the drizzle was as moist as a crisp, sprinkled on the body, not cold, like bringing hope to the world.

Stepping on the mossy bluestone road, bathing in the spring rain, walking calmly in this ancient city, the people in the city come and go, every person seems to wear a sword on his waist, no matter what kind of sword, iron sword, wooden sword, bamboo sword...... There are all kinds of swords.

It seems to be ...... In this city, if you don't wear a sword, you look very outdated.

"This is the style of Jinguan City, Jianchi Palace and Jinguan City have coexisted for a long time, this city has long been integrated with Jianchi Palace, it can be said that ...... Jinguan City is Jianchi Palace, and Jianchi Palace is Jinguan City. ”

"The Great Zhao Dynasty can't even control this city."

Zhao Huangting seemed to see the surprise in An Le's eyes, and said with a smile.

"The most famous thing in Jianchi Palace is the sword, so everyone in Jinguan City wears a sword, and they have the grace of a swordsman."

"The old man was young and vigorous, and when he came to Jinguan City, he was attracted by this city that was pure for the sword, so he stopped in this city for fifty years."

Zhao Huangting had nostalgia in his eyes.

He used to be here in the past, and now when his life is about to come to an end, he sets foot in this city again, and his heart is inexplicably a little stable.

An Le was actually a little surprised, he thought that a famous family like Jianchi Palace should be on a steep mountain, but he never thought that it was directly integrated with an old city.

Walking on the bluestone pavement moistened by the fine rain, you can walk in peace and feel the vicissitudes and years contained in this ancient city.

People have gods, cities have spirits, and everything in the world has its own unique traces and meanings.

Between the steps, the Yuan Shen in the Anle Meixin Mud Pill Palace slowly opened his eyes, and vaguely, he could feel that in this city where everyone wore swords, there was a wisp of sword intent and sword qi surging in the earth, like countless snakes rolling underground.

Su Musha paused for a moment, and couldn't help but glance at An Le, and couldn't help but be a little surprised in his heart.

Zhao Huangting brushed his beard and walked forward without being surprised.

It seems that this situation of An Le is not strange at all.

In the process of strolling through the ancient city, An Le's mind was growing little by little, and the sword qi contained in the entire city was haunting his body little by little.

It was as if an aura that belonged to a sword was intertwined all over the body.

"A natural sword-wielder."

Su Musha was thoughtful, and now, she seemed to really believe that An Le's talent might bring hope to the Sword Pool Palace as Zhao Huangting said.

Walking all the way along the long street of Jinguan City, I walked to the end of the road, and I saw the huge jade tablet archway.

The book on the torii: Jianchi Palace.

The three words of the dragon flying and phoenix dance seem to be engraved with sword qi, just by looking at it, you can feel the sharpness in it, and you want to spray out.

Beyond the torii, there is a straight bamboo forest that goes straight into the sky like a vertical sword, the bamboo forest is secluded, and the leaves exude the unique fragrance of bamboo leaves.

For bamboo, An Le and Zhao Huangting have a different kind of fate, and the two like the silence and soul-washing silence brought by the bamboo forest.

Walking through the bamboo forest, there is a "jingle bell" in the ears.

An Le was stunned for a moment.

"This is a lot of disciples in the Sword Pool Palace who are forging swords with iron."

Su Musha explained.

"There are rules in the Sword Pool Palace, every disciple of the Sword Pool Palace not only needs to be able to use the sword, but also needs to be able to cast the sword, of course, you are not required to be able to become a sword casting master, but at least you can understand the structure of the sword."

"Casting a sword of your own will shorten the distance between you and the sword, and cut the gap between you and the sword."

Hearing this, An Le couldn't help but show a touch of surprise on his face.

However, it is not surprising to think that the Sword Pond Palace is not only a famous kendo holy place in the world, but also a place for sword casting.

"The sword-casting of the Jianchi Palace is notoriously powerful, and most of the famous swords in the world are from the Jianchi Palace, not only because of the special nature of the Jianchi Lake, which can quench the sword, but also because the sword-casting masters of the Jianchi Palace are all famous."

Zhao Huangting introduced An Le.

"Let's go directly to Jianchi Lake to have a look, let this kid feel the atmosphere of Jianchi Lake, and by the way, let him try to ring the sword bell that has stood in front of Jianchi Lake for thousands of years, and whether it is related to this sword bell."

Hearing this, Su Musha nodded.

The trail led directly down the stone path to the turquoise lawn on both sides.

There is a breeze blowing slowly between heaven and earth, wrapped in a drizzle like oil, and An Le has a green mountain and an ink pool pinned to his waist, and he can vaguely feel the fluttering sword qi in the air.

After walking for a while, my eyes suddenly opened up, and the simple and simple buildings on both sides were dotted on the grass and woodland.

It is densely packed, like a rather primitive village.

In every house, there was a sound of banging and banging, and An Le occasionally glanced at it, and saw that inside the unclosed door, a figure was beating a sword embryo shirtless with a hammer on a furnace that spouted tongues of fire.

An Le suddenly felt a burst of depression, as if his primordial spirit was almost numb by these tongues of fire at this moment.

"This is taken from the earth immortal fire under Jinguan City, and those who can have a sword-casting furnace to make sword weapons in this place are all elders of the Sword Pool Palace, and basically every elder is a swordsmith who is famous all over the world."

Su Musha introduced with a smile, a confident smile on the corner of his lips.

"It's not easy to become a certified swordsmith of the Sword Pool Palace, and it doesn't mean that you can become a swordsmith of the Sword Pool Palace by creating a sword."

"First of all, you must be able to control the sword-casting furnace of the Sword Pool Palace, secondly, you must be able to manipulate the earth immortal fire, and finally, you must cast at least a five-grade sword weapon before you can become the swordsmith of the Sword Pool Palace."

"Every year, among so many disciples in the Sword Pool Palace, there are very few who can really become sword forging masters."

An Le nodded, it is worthy of being the first kendo sect, and it really has a profound background.

Everyone walked for a while, and suddenly, An Le felt a burst of extremely cold water vapor blowing in, as if his soul was about to be frozen.

Water vapor of Lake Kenike.

An Le raised his eyes and could see a huge lake, just like that.

In terms of size, the lake is almost the same as the West Lake in Lin'an Province, but the feeling between the lake and the lake is completely different!

If the West Lake is a beautiful woman with flying clothes, then Jianchi Lake...... It's a blood-stained swordsman with a hat on his head and a cold blade!

The styles of the two are diametrically opposed.

The grassland spreads all the way to the edge of the lake, and then it cuts through like a cliff, revealing a circle of steep cliffs about 10 meters or so, enveloping Kenchi Lake in it.

"That is Jianchi Lake, there is only one road to Jianchi Lake, which is the bluestone road at your feet."

"Because this is a path that the sword path cultivators of the Sword Pond Palace have walked out step by step, if you walk towards the Sword Pond Lake from other directions, you will be washed away by the sword intent of the Sword Pond Lake, and the Yuan Shen will collapse and be completely reduced to a waste."

"Unless it's the Nine Realms or the Ten Realms, otherwise, there is no other choice but this path."

Su Musha said.

As we walked along the road, we saw that at the end of the road, there was a huge bell made entirely of swords stacked and welded on top of it, quietly placed on a stone platform made of ancient stones.

From a distance, An Le saw not a bell, but a mound.

Sword Bell, Sword Shrine!

An Le was a little dazed, and in the cold wind blowing with the cold water vapor of Jianchi Lake, there seemed to be a haunting whimper of the soul.

That's the soul of the sword buried in the sword mound!

An Le's pace grew slower and slower, and he gradually stopped in place, and he listened intently, as if he wanted to hear the voices of the sword souls.

Zhao Huangting and Su Musha paused, and the two looked over suspiciously.

Lin Qingyin and Lin Chaifeng were also very puzzled.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Huangting frowned and asked.

An Le raised his head, his eyes were full of complexity: "Senior, is that the sword bell?" ”

"Why does it look ...... It's like a tomb. ”

An Le's words made Su Mu's body freeze suddenly, and he looked at An Le in disbelief.

Zhao Huangting's eyebrows flew, and the corners of his lips twitched for a while: "You can see it?" ”

Su Musha took a deep breath: "The sword bell is also a sword mound, those broken swords in the Sword Pool Palace, those dead swords, will be cast on the sword bell...... Therefore, the sword bell is also a sword mound. ”

"Very few people can see the particularity of the sword bell before it rings, and you are the first."

There seemed to be a little light in the light of Su Mu's eyes.

Where the dead sword was cast and buried.

An Le nodded, exhaling a breath of turbidity, the [Natural Swordsman] Dao Fruit in his body couldn't help but tremble, echoing the sword on the sword bell, and the [Blood Guanyin] Dao Fruit was also trembling, echoing the soul of the sword on the sword bell.

Around the huge sword bell, there were figures one after another surrounding the stone platform where the sword bell was placed, and they had never stepped on the stone steps of the stone platform for half a step, and they had never tried to ring the ancient bell.

"Huh? Among these people...... In addition to your disciples of Jianchi Palace, how can there be people from Dali Kingdom? ”

Zhao Huangting suddenly discovered something and said in surprise.

Su Musha said a little helplessly: "Jinguan City is too close to Dali Kingdom, and the wheelchair national teacher of Dali Country often sends the disciples of the Star Picking Sect to try to ring the bell in the Sword Pond Palace and feel the sword intent of Sword Pond Lake. ”

"However, the principle of the Sword Pond Palace has always been that as long as you can ring the sword bell, it means that you are destined and will not be hindered."

When Zhao Huangting heard this, he laughed.

"Li Youan's sword aura is accompanied by starlight, the wheelchair national teacher of Dali even sent several star monarchs of the Star Picking Sect to find Li Youan in person, wanting to persuade Li Youan to join the Star Picking Sect, the national teacher even planned to vacate the position of the Pope, and as a result, those star monarchs were all drawn by Li Youan with a sword."

"This Star Picking Sect also seems to be paranoid about swords, and their starlight sword qi ...... It's kind of interesting indeed. ”

Su Musha nodded: "That national teacher once came in a wheelchair and bathed in the starlight, wanting to enter Jianchi Lake and spy on the secrets of the bottom of Jianchi Lake, but he carried the sword of the old Sword Saint, and just shed some blood, and then retreated. ”

"Can resist the old sword master, this wheelchair national teacher...... I'm afraid that I have already reached the peak of the Nine Realms, and I am only one step away from breaking the realm, but unfortunately, this step away is the Heavenly Moat. ”

Zhao Huangting was slightly sorry and said.

"There is a star list in Dali, and the geniuses in Dali before the age of thirty are arranged, and these people who are sitting around the sword bell are mobilizing the state, and they are ready to ring the bell in their heyday, which is the pride of Dali in the star list."

"Look at the woman in blue, her name is Lu Ziwei, but she is only twenty-three years old, and she has already set foot in the Double Six Realm, she is the proud son of the sky of the Star Picking Sect of this generation, even if she can fight with those demons of the Yuanmeng Empire, isn't the seventh mountain of the Holy Mountain about to open? The national teacher will let this woman fight. ”

"I didn't refuse them to come, the relationship between the Sword Pool Palace and the Star Picking Sect is okay, they just compete with each other, and they can also stimulate the geniuses in my Sword Pool Palace."

Su Musha said.

An Le also heard it, and couldn't help but look at it, and saw a girl in blue sitting cross-legged almost a hundred steps away from the sword bell.

Perhaps feeling the gaze, the woman opened her eyes slightly, her eyes seemed to have starlight, and she turned her head to look at it, colliding with An Le's gaze.

As if for a while, the woman bowed slightly towards An Le and looked away.

An Le was not polite, and directly absorbed five wisps of years of qi from the woman, and his heart jumped, and a wisp of golden age qi was born, and many cultivators sitting around him had a lot of years of qi, and they absorbed all the remaining opportunities.

Coupled with today's absorption of Jiang Julou's wide-hearted and fat Mei Niang, a total of twenty-five wisps of age qi, all of which have been absorbed.

The rest did not produce the golden age of the year.

An Le didn't think it was that strange.

Feeling the [Innate Swordsman] Dao Fruit that was trembling, An Le thought about it, and between the difficult choices, he gritted his teeth and directly sacrificed the Broken Sword and the wisp of golden age qi he had just obtained, and then consumed 22 wisps of age qi, and completely blessed the [Innate Swordsman] Dao Fruit that was trembling slightly with a hundred wisps of age qi.

Suddenly, An Le only felt a majestic sword qi, suddenly gushing out from his body, swimming his limbs and hundreds of remains, unimpeded, every inch of skin, every inch of bones, and even every hair contained sword qi!

Standing in place, an invisible sword aura that was difficult to contain spread from under the soles of his feet, spreading to his body, and then bursting out from the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Poured into the sky, it seems to swing the clouds away from the prototype circle!

The green mountains and ink pools on his waist were all trembling, and they emitted extremely loud sword groans!

Meanwhile.

The sword bell in the distance, which was like a sword mound sitting quietly on the stone platform, trembled slightly, and the dust shook off, levitating, and falling off the platform by an inch.

Then it was like being knocked invisibly by someone.

There were three consecutive bells that rang far away but were accompanied by the sound of an infinite sword!

Beside An Le, Su Musha and Zhao Huangting listened to the sound of the sword-like bell, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

The woman in blue entrenched in the distance of the sword bell, as well as many Dali country cultivators who were brewing the mood of ringing the bell, as well as the disciples of Jianchi Lake, all opened their eyes in disbelief.

No one rang the bell.

Sword Bell ...... How do you sound three times?!

But the happiness of the initiator is not known.

Standing still, above the body, the sword qi is self-generated!

[Tao is born one, life is two, the years are not lived, the seasons are like a stream, and the Tao fruit is self-transforming]

[Born swordsman, through the sword body]

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