The melodious sound of the bell gradually dispersed, like a deep-sea giant whale about to face a whale fall, the last mournful cry towards the world.

The bell rings thirty-six, and the city is full of swords!

In Jinguan City, the light rain is as moist as a crisp, densely pouring down, stained on one after another sword weapons that are pulled and hung up by inexplicable qi, and the water flows along the tip of the sword weapon to gather and drip, like a sword in tears.

All the people in the city, whether they were pawn merchants, literati and ink writers, singers and prostitutes, or those Jinguan city cultivators who had risen from the sword, looked at this vision that shocked the entire city, and they were all in awe.

Such a situation where the city is full of hanging swords, Jinguancheng has never appeared, even if it is recorded in the classics in history, there is no number.

The sword mound roared, and the sword in the city was hanging, as if watching the dead sword weapon, and carrying out the final parting.

What happened in the Sword Pond Palace, and who was the person who struck the sword bell for the long years?

Many people are curious, and they are very curious about the characters who can ring the bell thirty-six times.

In the face of the sword bell, the bell can be struck, which represents the fate with the sword, and rings thirty-six ...... What does that mean exactly?

Even the people and cultivators living in Jinguan City could hardly imagine what meaning was represented behind these thirty-six rings.

Even the old Sword Saint who had sheltered the Sword Pool Palace for a long time could only ring the bell thirty-five times!

Can someone who rings such a bell wave, can it be that he has the potential to become a new generation of sword masters?!

In the Sword Pond Palace.

There was silence, and everyone looked silently in the direction of Jianchi Lake, feeling the bell that had disappeared, but seemed to still echo in their ears.

What kind of person can ring such a bell?

The disciples of the Sword Pool Palace were all filled with endless curiosity in their hearts, because this person had not only created a legend, but also broken the unprecedented record of the Sword Pool Palace.

Ringing the bell eighteen times, the Sword Pond Palace can cast a second-grade sword for it.

Now, this person directly rings the bell thirty-six, which has doubled, so ...... I'm afraid that I will definitely become a guest of honor in the Sword Pond Palace!

Even, you can provoke the swordsmith to forge a first-class sword for him!

In front of Lake Kenike.

The breeze was gentle, carrying the cold vapor.

An Le stood in front of the cracked stone platform, sweating profusely, sweating all over his body, and the sweat soaked through the white clothes on his body.

He gasped heavily, and every inch of flesh and blood on his body seemed to tremble, like a crisp light rain falling on his body, and was directly evaporated into hot air by the hot qi and blood.

An Le's mind and body felt more tired than ever, as if all the energy had been exhausted and all the mind had been exhausted.

Compared to the time when he used the [Heroic Guidance] to swing his sword in front of the Tianxuan Palace in Lin'an Mansion and slash the palm of the Zhao family's Tianzi and shatter the Yuanshen Great Array that covered the entire white jade square, he was even more tired and exhausted.

Even if An Le's cultivation set foot in the Double Five Realm because of this, this exhaustion was still irresistibly surging.

Of course, An Le was not the slightest worried, he knew that this was the situation left by the Tongshen Sword Body after the Shen Yun exchange with this ancient sword bell and the sword mound where many sword weapons were buried.

Ringing the bell thirty-six, it depends not only on fate.

It is also an exchange of divinity between the divine sword body and the sword soul of the dead sword weapon.

An Le sat on the stone platform, raised his hand and gently patted the sword bell that had become extremely hot because of the continuous vibration of the bell waves.

A wisp of the first weather gushed out from the inner dan, and in the mud pill palace in the center of the eyebrows, the light of the starting point behind the primordial god was raised!

Forging the body to set foot in the five realms, lingering with the innate qi, refining the gods is also stepping into the five realms to sit and forget, and behind it is born to sit and forget the glow.

Touching the sword bell with the palm of his hand, it seemed that he could feel that the sword souls of the dead sword weapons had all returned, gathered in this sword bell.

Each sword has its own story and its own soul.

Even though they are dead, they still leave traces of time.

An Le got up and looked at the sword bell that had fallen on the stone platform again, at this moment, he seemed to have an invisible connection with this ancient bell.

If he could, he could even easily remove the sword bell.

He smiled, turned and walked down the stone platform.

The breath of the whole body is steaming, like a glow.

The white clothes became dry, and the Qingshan ink pool all fell on his waist, and the ink pool experienced the baptism of the sword bell and Zhong Bo this time, and the impurities on the sword body seemed to have faded a lot.

This sword weapon has reached the fifth grade because of absorbing the breath of calligraphy and ink. Under the baptism of thirty-six bell waves, he was directly promoted to the rank.

From a fifth-grade sword weapon, it has been promoted to a fourth-grade sword weapon.

The calligraphy and ink in the sword have not grown, after all, these days of peace and happiness have not been painted and poetry, and there are quite few literary and ink measures, so this sword has not been cultivated and cultivated.

However, this time the improvement of the rank of the sword weapon is not because of the qi of calligraphy and ink, but because of the changes that have occurred in the sword itself, which washed the impurities in the sword body under the bell wave, bathed in the sword qi, and derived the soul of the sword weapon.

This is the key to the promotion of the ink pool to the fourth grade.

Qingshan has been washed by Zhong Bo, but there has never been a situation of rank improvement.

But An Le could feel that the connection between himself and Qingshan was getting closer and closer, and even, vaguely, he saw that the clouds and mist in front of the mountain were swept away by Zhong Bo, revealing a misty mountain road.

As long as he sets foot on this road, he can climb the green mountains and gather the ancient scriptures completely.

After drying the sweat, his hair flew and he was refreshed, and at this moment, it was like a sword fairy walking out of the side of the sword bell.

Everyone's eyes fell on this young man who created the miracle of the Sword Pond Palace.

The bell rings thirty-six, it's incredible!

Su Mu's eyes were shining, her eyes were full of excitement, she now believed that what Zhao Huangting said, An Le could bring hope to Jianchi Palace.

Zhao Huangting's eyes were full of relief, and there was a smug smile on the corner of his lips.

On his side, there was the shirtless Wan Jieliu, who looked directly at An Le, full of excitement.

In addition, on the bluestone pavement, the disciples of the Sword Pool Palace, who were originally brewing the mood of ringing the bell, looked at them with fanatical enthusiasm, excitement, and awe.

After the bell rings thirty-six, you can see the sword fairy!

The young man at this moment is the sword immortal in their hearts!

Even Lu Shisan, who was shocked by Zhong Bo and vomited blood, clenched his fists, his face was full of excitement, and there was no dissatisfaction or dissatisfaction.

He only rang the sword bell fifteen times, compared to the thirty-six rings of the peerless young man in front of him, he was a scumbag.

But what does it matter?

In this life, I can listen to the thirty-six rings of the sword bell, and I have no regrets!

What's more, Lu Shisan also got a great harvest under Zhong Bo's baptism.

The cultivators on the star list of Dali also looked at An Le in amazement, as they were sent by the Dali National Master to the Sword Pool Palace all the year round to take advantage of the opportunity, they knew very well how difficult it was for the sword bell to ring, and the more it was to ring, the more difficult it was.

Even Lu Ziwei, who is the first on the star list, has only knocked seventeen times.

Lu Ziwei's eyes trembled slightly, and at this moment, there was too much curiosity about this young man like a sword immortal, when did such a figure appear in the Great Zhao Dynasty.

But when he saw the handsome young man coming like a sword immortal, his eyes swept and fell on the body of the second prince Zhao Pei.

An Le didn't recognize Zhao Pei, but he could vaguely guess the identity of the other party.

Dressed in gorgeous clothes, full of pampering, and in a high position.

Zhao Huangting once told him that there was a second prince who practiced in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and he ranked second on the Little Saint List, second only to Zhao Xianyou's Zhao family genius.

Now, it should be the person in front of you.

When he was in the city of Jiangling Mansion before, the old Taoist who made the move was from the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and An Le guessed that the second prince should have appeared.

"Second prince, it's your turn to ring the bell, please."

An Le's white clothes were drumming, his sleeves were full of breeze, his hair was flying, his eyes fell on the second prince's body, and he spoke calmly.

For a while, everyone's eyes swept down and fell on the second prince Zhao Pei.

Earlier, they also saw this man in fancy clothes, floating in line on the stone platform, wanting to ring the bell in front of the young man.

As a result, he was thrown out of the stone platform by the young man's burst of heavenly dragon momentum.

At this moment, the boy finished ringing the bell, and it stands to reason that it was indeed the man's turn.

Zhao Pei's face was cold, and the golden sand in the center of his eyebrows was faintly cracked, although it was still being repaired, but this meant that the connection between him and the Purple Qi Golden Lotus had been weakened a lot, and he had to spend time to cultivate it in order to make the connection between the Purple Qi Golden Lotus and himself regain its closeness.

As for ringing the bell on stage......

It was absolutely impossible for Zhao Pei to ring the sword bell at this time.

To take the stage at this moment is to bring humiliation upon yourself.

Even if he had the Purple Qi Golden Lotus, he couldn't guarantee that he could ring the bell for eighteen rings, let alone that there was a desperate record of thirty-six rings of peace and happiness ahead.

He was cut off by An Le's invincible momentum, and he was shattered by the continuous bell waves, and the connection with the purple qi golden lotus was shattered......

At this time, he will not be stupid to ring the bell on stage.

The second prince, Zhao Peihua, dressed in hunting, glanced at An Le deeply, did not make any movement, turned around and left, and walked in the direction of King Jiangling and Li Zhenren of the Heavenly Master's Mansion who were holding umbrellas in the distance.

In the eyes of many people, the back looks like a desert and fled.

But no one laughed at Zhao Pei, at this time, who dared to ring the sword bell?

The aftermath and shock of thirty-six rings were beyond their reach.

Even, for at least a month, no one will dare to ring the sword bell on the stone platform, and it is one thing to say that it is boring to say that it is boring, but it is another to say that it is in awe of the record.

One after another sword qi galloped in, the strong men in the Sword Pool Palace all approached, and those sword casters who walked out of the house also strode over, wanting to meet this person who created the miracle of the Sword Pool Palace.

Many disciples of the Sword Pool Palace held their swords and saluted, and their hearts were shocked, these great cultivators of the Sword Pool Palace, who were rarely seen on weekdays, actually appeared one after another at this moment.

When the silver-haired old man with sword qi stepped into the air, even Su Musha, the palace master of the Sword Pool Palace, had to hold his sword to show respect.

"I've seen Master Wang!"

The crowd saluted.

Even Zhao Huangting put away his bohemianism and clasped his fists to salute.

After all, the person who came was Wang Yansheng, who was the most qualified in the Sword Pool Palace and was also known as the world's first sword caster.

King Gangneung, who was holding an umbrella, had a solemn face and bowed slightly.

However, the old swordsmith was dismissive of him, and he didn't even stop his gaze for a moment.

King Gangneung's face was as usual.

But the real person of the Heavenly Master's Mansion and the second prince Zhao Pei couldn't help frowning.

"He's Wang Yansheng."

King Gangneung said softly.

Zhao Pei and Li Qingchuan, a real person from the Heavenly Master's Mansion, instantly stretched their brows.

The old man walked along the bluestone road, his eyes swept over, and his eyes fell on Zhao Huangting's body first: "The fire of Nirvana is one of the three disasters of the Ten Realms, you ignited the fire of Nirvana, but you suppressed it with the heart sword of Ganye Temple, and continued your life a little...... It seems that he is still unwilling. ”

Zhao Huangting said with a smile: "There is no immortality in this world, what does it matter if life and death are born, but it is just a good thing." ”

The old swordsmith nodded: "It's good, it's better to look at it freely, it's better than many unscrupulous people who do whatever it takes when the deadline is approaching." ”

"It's false, Zhao is just a layman."

Zhao Huangting said.

The old swordsmith smiled: "However, you layman has brought a big surprise to the Sword Pool Palace today. ”

When Zhao Huangting heard this, he immediately grinned, and there was a lot of pride on his face.

"Qingshan will not choose the wrong person, and I, Zhao Huangting, will not look away."

The old swordsmith's gaze shifted and landed on the sword pond lake that was divided into two in the distance.

His primordial spirit could feel the gaze in the Jianchi Lake that seemed to change the color of the heavens and the earth, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but hang a smile.

The old man clenched his fists.

Seeing the action of the old swordsmith, Wan Jieliu, who had followed the old swordsmith all the year round, reacted instantly, his face changed slightly, and he immediately hugged his fists and gave a big salute.

Su Musha, as well as many swordsmiths and great cultivators of the Sword Pond Palace, all changed color, and without hesitation, they all bowed and bowed.

An Le couldn't help but turn around and look, the green mountains and ink pools around his waist were trembling uncontrollably, and between heaven and earth, there seemed to be a majestic sword intent surging.

It seems that there is a peerless divine blade, which is slowly coming out of the sheath.

In the Jianchi Lake, an old man dressed in idle linen clothes, with white hair and waist-length white beard walked out slowly.

The old ancestor of the Sword Pool Palace, the old sword saint who stepped into the land immortal realm!

As soon as the Sword Master appeared, everyone's swords began to tremble uncontrollably, including An Le's Qingshan.

At this moment, everyone's hearts are surging, surprised but taken for granted.

The reason for the surprise is that no one thought that this old sword saint, who had not shown up for hundreds of years, would walk out of the sword pond lake like this, even if he beat Zhao Huangting at the beginning, the old sword saint was just relying on a wisp of qi.

And today, the old sword saint actually accompanied Zhong Bo in the twilight, cut open the sword pond lake, and walked out of the spring rain.

Su Musha was extremely excited, pursing his red lips, as long as this old sword saint was still there, the Sword Pool Palace would be extremely stable, and the forces and strong people coveted by all parties would not dare to make any changes.

The old man walked step by step, and the sword qi between heaven and earth gradually extinguished, like an ordinary old man in Mai, strolling over.

The old swordsmith Wang Yansheng shook again towards the old sword master.

The old sword saint smiled, raised his hand and gently held it: "At such an age, you don't need to care about these false courtesies." ”

The old swordsmith smiled lightly: "I never thought that I would invite you out today." ”

"The sword bell has not been ringed for 600 years, and it is thirty-six when it rings today. If the old decay continues to sit at the bottom of the lake, it is disrespectful to the sword mound and disrespectful to the sword. The old sword saint smiled, and then his eyes fell on An Le, who was dressed in white.

The old sword saint's gaze did not give An Le any sense of oppression, but a kind of comfort like a spring breeze.

"The relationship between man and sword is the key for kendo practitioners to break through confusion and get out of the way."

"When you set foot in Jianchi Lake, I didn't think you could ring the bell thirty-six times, but you gave the old man an unimaginable surprise."

"Old man came to see you, but he was not surprised."

The old man's eyes seemed to have sword qi in his eyes, and the whole person seemed to be condensed by sword qi, and a slight gust of wind could make the old man in front of him return with the wind.

An Le felt that the sword body was trembling slightly, as if under the old man's gaze, there was nothing to hide.

The old sword saint stepped out and appeared beside An Le, raised his hand, and gently touched An Le's eyebrows.

In the sword furnace of the eyebrows, those sonorous heart sword qi calmed down one after another.

"The fate between you and the sword, the fate between you and me, is all in these two wisps of sword qi, which is what you deserve by ringing the bell thirty-six times."

"I hope these two wisps of sword qi can help you."

"From now on, Jianchi Lake will be on your side, as long as you are worthy of the sword, Jianchi Lake...... and I will be worthy of you. ”

The old sword master's voice was ethereal but incomparably soft.

The next moment, there were two wisps of majestic sword qi surging, one of them rushed into the Meixin Mud Pill Palace, and the other appeared around the Dantian Inner Dan.

The Tongshen sword body seemed to be cheering, absorbing the special artistic conception and power contained in the sword qi little by little.

On the other side, everyone on the lawn was shocked by the words of the old sword saint.

Su Musha and the others in the Sword Pool Palace were extremely shocked, and the words of the old sword saint ...... The significance is extraordinary, which is equivalent to acknowledging Anle's status in the Jianchi Palace, and the Jianchi Palace will do its best to bind Anle with Anle.

Even Zhao Huangting shook his eyebrows, surprised, this old sword saint ...... It can't be that you see something, right?

Unexpectedly, he bet on An Le from Jianchi Palace so determinedly?

"An era is coming to an end, and the future belongs to newcomers."

"You should firmly hold on to the sword in your heart, and the sword will not fail you."

The old swordmaster said with a gentle smile.

He patted An Le on the shoulder, and spoke earnestly.

An Le came back to his senses from the two wisps of majestic and shocking sword qi little by little, suppressed the urge to study these two wisps of sword qi, and clasped his fists: "Thank you, senior." ”

Distance.

King Jiangling, Li Qingchuan of the Heavenly Master's Mansion and Zhao Pei, the second prince, also heard the words of the old sword saint.

The second prince, Zhao Pei, frowned.

After thinking about it, he took a step forward, and the golden sand in the center of his eyebrows released a slight brilliance, and then a purple golden lotus bloomed behind him.

"Zhao Pei, the second prince of the Great Zhao Dynasty, has seen Pei Lao Sword Saint."

The second prince, Zhao Pei, faced the old sword saint and opened his mouth with a fist.

There was a sense of respect in his voice, but the purpose was undoubtedly to show his presence.

However, no one paid any attention to him.

The spring breeze blew gently, the spring rain fell gently, the world was quiet, and he awkwardly maintained a posture of holding his fists, and he didn't accept it, and he didn't accept it.

However, what soon pleased him was that the old sword master seemed to glance at him and opened his mouth lightly.

"The Purple Qi Golden Lotus is good."

The joy on the face of the second prince faded little by little, and vaguely, it seemed that from these words, he smelled a little wrong.

What is called the Purple Qi Golden Lotus, is it possible that this old sword saint still wants to take it away?

The second prince's complexion changed slightly, and the air around him seemed to become cold, as if countless sword blades were pointing at him, making his hair stand on end.

He maintained a posture of clenching his fists, not daring to move.

But in his heart, he already wanted to turn around immediately and run away.

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