Shudi, Jinguan City.

As the astonishing sword light went away, the sword weapons suspended in the entire city fell like rain and returned to the hands of everyone in the city.

The sword weapon returned to calm, and the sky was suffocated in the twilight clouds of the early morning, but it could no longer help but fall in the plum rain.

Perhaps it was because the twilight clouds were cut open, so that the rain stored in the clouds poured out, and the rain was surprisingly large, and the raindrops rolled down the world, smashed on the bluestone ground, and burst into a splash, which seemed to contain sword energy.

The raindrops that fell chaotically hit the umbrella surface and kept beating.

King Jiangling held an oil-paper umbrella, his gaze slowly retracted from the sword light that disappeared into the sky, and there was a strange color in his eyes.

"I didn't expect it...... Zhao Huangting and An Le went out of the city so quickly. ”

"It's really vigorous."

King Gangneung said softly.

"Yesterday, Fang released sword qi and shouted to the northern land and the capital of Yuanmeng, repaired for one night, and then drove the sword light across the river...... I'm really anxious to die. ”

Once Zhao Huangting crossed the river, what it meant, King Jiangling knew very well.

He didn't believe that anyone would challenge Emperor Yuanmeng and still be able to save his life and return safely, with Emperor Yuanmeng's domineering temperament, he would not allow such a thing to happen.

Therefore, in the eyes of King Jiangling, Zhao Huangting will definitely die.

"It's okay to cross the river...... This means that there is a chance to do something to Anle right away. ”

Beside him, the second prince Zhao Pei had a smile of expectation on the corner of his lips at the moment.

The humiliation on the sword bell stone platform on the shore of Jianchi Lake is something he will never forget for the rest of his life.

He Zhao Pei has been practicing so far, how can he ever suffer such a loss.

He used the purple qi golden lotus in the center of his eyebrows, and he was actually forcibly thrown out of the sword bell stone platform by An Le, even if the world didn't think there was anything, but in Zhao Pei's heart, this was an indelible ugly thing.

He had to kill An Le to wash away the humiliation.

Of course, if he can kill An Le, it will also be for the invincible momentum in An Le's body.

If he can get the invincible power that has been accumulated in Anle for so long, and he is also in the Five Realms, he will be able to easily impact into the Six Realms, forge his body to observe the sea of qi, and refine his gods to get Xia Ju!

"Your Highness wants to kill him so much?"

King Jiangling looked at the second prince and said with a graceful smile.

"Doesn't Uncle Wang want to kill him?" The second prince, Zhao Pei, looked at King Jiangling, although King Jiangling was disguised very elegantly, he still felt King Jiangling's murderous intentions.

"Not only because An Le disobeyed his father, but also because of ...... I can do great good by killing him. ”

"These reasons are sufficient."

The second prince, Zhao Pei, said softly.

Li Qingchuan, a real person from the Heavenly Master's Mansion who was seriously injured on the side and had not yet recovered from his breath, had a very gloomy complexion.

Zhao Huangting's sword was quite a blow to him, but he was not the kind of person who couldn't be hit.

It's a pity that Zhao Huangting crossed the Canglang River today and entered the northland, and he will definitely die.

Li Qingchuan will never have a chance to take revenge again, but ...... He can transfer this grudge to An Le, after all, this son is the successor of Zhao Huangting's mantle.

The Qingshan bamboo sword was handed over to An Le, which was actually no different from the master and apprentice.

The teacher's debt is repaid in vain, and it is justified.

On this day, as Zhao Huangting's sword qi went straight into the northern land, the entire world seemed to have a huge shock.

Compared with the north, but south of the Canglang River, there are more people who want to die in peace.

The undercurrent seems to be mixed with the rain falling from the sky, and it converges together into the dangerous Canglang River.

……

……

The terrifying sword light tore through the sky!

After crossing the Canglang River, the sword light suddenly pulled up and crashed into the Great Wall of Qi and Blood formed by the intertwining of the blood and blood of the generals of the Yuan and Meng Empires!

However, such a powerful Great Wall of Qi and Blood was directly cut open by the extremely bright sword light!

The sword immortal who came from the south, the sword qi contained an extremely domineering sword intent, and the heroic spirit that soared to the sky, even if there was a great wall of qi and blood in front of him, it was unstoppable!

The Nine Realms of Forging the Body is the pinnacle!

Forging the body is like mountaineering, and when you reach the top, you can get a glimpse of the invincible scenery.

These generals of the Yuanmeng Empire, who have continuously produced the Great Wall of Qi and Blood, are not weak, and they can stalemate with Ye Longsheng and others on the battlefield of the Canglang River for so long, and they are naturally extraordinary!

However, on this day, Zhao Huangting released a little bit of Nirvana fire, and vaguely had the posture of a half-step land immortal.

The generals of the Yuanmeng Empire knew that this Zhao Huangting had released yesterday, shouting to the north and shouting the sword qi of the capital of Yuanmeng.

also knew the purpose of Zhao Huangting's trip to the north this time.

Therefore, seeing that Zhao Huangting's momentum was like a rainbow and ignited the fire of Nirvana, he was unwilling to go head-to-head with this peerless sword immortal who had burned his life.

If they were forced to replace one or two by this peerless sword immortal before he died, it might have some impact on the Canglang River battlefield.

Therefore, the Great Wall of Qi and Blood was cut open by the sword light, twisted silently, and directly cut out a spacious passage.

Zhao Huangting carried his hands behind his back, his plain clothes were flying, and his long eyebrows were fluttering.

Stepping on the front end of the sword light, he directly crossed the Great Wall of Qi and Blood, and went straight to the Northland, and in an instant, he disappeared without a trace!

The Great Wall of Qi and Blood collapsed violently, but the sword light that Zhao Huangting had left behind exploded at this moment!

The Yuanmeng generals who allowed Zhao Huangting to cross the river were suddenly furious, and they released their qi and blood to suppress the sword qi.

And in this chaos, there was a figure on the river with a sword weapon like a willow branch tied to his waist, carrying a sword box, stepping on the turbulent waves of filial piety, jumping ashore, turning into a sword light, silently following Zhao Huangting's disappearing sword light.

The sword light was quickly smoothed out.

A venerable military commander of the Yuanmeng Empire was full of blood, and they stared coldly at the departing Zhao Huangting, their eyes full of murderous intent.

Naturally, they also noticed the ten thousand willows that had fallen silent in the sword qi chaos that had been set off by Zhao Huangting.

However, they didn't care.

Let Zhao Huangting pass, let Wan Jieliu pass, it's nothing.

It's easy to cross the river and climb the northland, but you want to go back...... It's as hard as climbing to the sky!

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The sword qi galloped over the earth, like a white dragon rolling in the twilight clouds.

Zhao Huangting's body faintly had the fire of Nirvana surging out, and the heart sword given by Master Su Zhu was suppressed, but it was already a little difficult to completely suppress the beating flames.

Zhao Huangting didn't care, he put his hands on his back, stepped on the sword light, felt the whistling coming, blowing and slapping on him, the wind and waves on his face, and a smile hung on the corner of his lips.

"Five hundred years, what a familiar breath...... This is the breath of Middle-earth. ”

Zhao Huangting was bathed in the breeze, and his mood at the moment was agitated, complicated, and nostalgic.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

When you open your eyes, you can see all the mountains, rivers and lakes below.

An Le stood quietly on the sword light, and also looked down at the green mountains and rivers below, he was not familiar with the scenery of the mountains and rivers in the north, but he could feel the emotion from the slightly trembling body of the old man beside him.

It was a kind of emotion that I couldn't suppress when I returned to my homeland.

An Le watched quietly, Zhao Huangting waited for him to take a look at the mountains and rivers in the north, and he could only take a cursory look, not too detailed, because Zhao Huangting ignited Nirvana and had to rush to the capital of Yuanmeng.

Perhaps, if there is a chance in the future, An Le can measure the northern world on foot with his own legs.

Zhao Huangting sat down cross-legged, raised his hand and beckoned An Le to sit down.

"Look at the bottom, the mountain is gradually calming down, this is the area of Fengxiang Mansion, the old man once hiked in Fengxiang Mansion, where he once drew his sword and killed a group of robbers who slaughtered the village for evil."

An Le followed the old man's pointing and looked down, and could vaguely see the scene of the ruined city.

The old man was unhurriedly talking about the interesting things he had experienced in Fengxiang Mansion, and some famous local snacks and wines in Fengxiang Mansion.

The sword light continued to gallop, all the way north.

Eight thousand miles away, for the Sword Immortal, is not too far, but the old man slowed down and slowly watched the mountains and rivers of the North Land under him with peace and happiness.

"This is the boundary of Jingzhao Mansion, have you seen the city in the distance? It was the famous Chang'an City in the north, which used to be Kyoto, but now it has fallen to the control of foreign races, but it is embarrassing. ”

"There is a small city called Lintong outside Chang'an City, and there is a mountain outside the city, called Lishan...... You are in charge of Qingshan, you can take a trip to Lishan in the future, there is a relic there, the geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire, and the geniuses of the major rivers and lakes forces, all of them will explore there, if you go, you may have a lot of gains. ”

Zhao Huangting pointed into the distance.

An Le sat on the sword light, raised his eyes and looked out, and saw a magnificent ancient city, looming in the smoke and clouds, there seemed to be a strong man in the ancient city who sensed the sword light, opened his eyes, and the Yuan Shen was in the sky, looking indifferently.

Once the ancient capital of the former dynasty, it has now become a place occupied by the Yuanmeng Empire.

Even An Le felt a little bit of nostalgia.

Following Zhao Huangting's guidance, An Le looked into the distance and saw a mountain, and above the mountain was shrouded in extremely thick hazy twilight clouds, as if it was about to fall into the mountain.

Looking at the mountain, the green mountain on his waist suddenly trembled slightly, and An Le raised his hand to caress it, which was the only way to suppress the restlessness of the green mountain.

"Lishan?"

An Le whispered, he knew...... That mountain must be related to the emperor's stone figurines.

The sword light did not go to Chang'an, and under the gaze of the Yuanmeng powerhouse Yuan Shen in the ancient city, it went far away.

Zhao Huangting bathed in the breeze of the north, and An Le kept talking and introducing, pointing to the mountains, rivers and cities experienced below, his eyes flashed with glittering brilliance, while introducing to An Le, he was also recalling the memories of five hundred years ago in his mind.

Qingyang, Hazhong, Binh Duong, Daimyo......

The names of the big mansions jumped out of Zhao Huangting's mouth.

In Qingyang Mansion, Zhao Huangting said that he met Su Musha, a woman with a sword in her eyebrows, a once heroic woman, and now she has become the palace master of Jianchi Palace, but in his Zhao Huangting's eyes, Su Musha will always be the woman who led the white horse back then.

In Hezhong Mansion, Zhao Huangting said that there was once a great drought here, and he and Su Musha met a young man who could pick stars here, but the young man cried because he could not change the celestial phenomena and change the signs of the great drought in the river.

Zhao Huangting pulled the young man, took Su Musha, who was leading the white horse, and killed the old dragon in the riverbed in the river together.

One interesting thing after another came out of Zhao Huangting's mouth.

An Le had a smile on his lips and listened carefully.

It was as if he had also returned to the green years of Zhao Huangting.

Everyone has had a young age, even the old sword immortal who is now burning with the fire of nirvana around him, and the peerless elegance is the same.

It's a pity that the flowers have a reblooming day, and no one is young.

The traces left by the years are difficult to erase, and people cannot be reborn like flowers, so they can only slowly stumble under the years and become what they once could not imagine.

The mountains and rivers of the Northland, under Zhao Huangting's description, seem to gradually become vivid and vivid in front of An Le's eyes.

Zhao Huangting's eyes gradually burst with brilliance.

Below, in the cities that swept by one after another, there was a powerful aura bursting out, and all of them were staring at Zhao Huangting and An Le above the sword light.

The appearance of these Yuanmeng powerhouses broke Zhao Huangting's reverie and memories of beautiful mountains and rivers, frowning slightly, and couldn't help sighing.

"It's a pity that the great rivers and mountains have been handed over to other races as they move south, and the more I think about it, the more aggrieved I become."

Zhao Huangting exhaled softly.

An Le didn't say anything, those Yuanmeng powerhouses in the city, watching the sword light leave, they seemed to know why Zhao Huangting was going.

After all, yesterday's shouting sword qi had already provoked the strong people in the Northland to know about it, but it was precisely because of the shouting that not many people came to stop it.

These Yuanmeng powerhouses are extremely confident, or very confident in the Yuanmeng Emperor, they believe that this sword immortal from the south will definitely not be able to pose any threat to their emperor, and will eventually be killed by the first emperor in the world, break the sword, unscrew off the head, and hang it in the capital tower to show the world.

So, they were happy to see the joke.

The sword light roared, continuing to go north, the speed became faster and faster, and the words of the old man beside An Le gradually became scarce.

He no longer introduces the scenery of mountains and rivers, but looks at the north, and a majestic and majestic city is faintly reflected in the old and deep children's holes.

An Le also stopped talking, and his expression became rare nervous and solemn.

This time he went north, he observed 8,000 miles of mountains and rivers, and also shared the young years of the old man.

He knew that the time might come when he had to separate.

"An Le, look at it, I once taught you the three swords of the word card, but if you look good today, you will definitely be able to see the true style of the three swords of the word card!"

Zhao Huangting got up from his sword, his face unprecedentedly solemn.

On the flat ground, a majestic city emerges, and even peace can capture this oppressive city!

The most important thing is that around Xiongcheng, there seems to be a thick layer of dust rolling on the ground, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, all of which converge into the city, and are absorbed and absorbed by the powerful existence in the city.

"This is the dragon vein, the dragon vein of Middle Earth ......"

"Emperor Yuanmeng occupied Middle-earth, so he absorbed the power of the dragon vein and fed back the entire empire, therefore, the genius of Yuanmeng was full of demons, far exceeding the ...... of Zhao, Dali and Xiliang."

"The means to absorb the power of the dragon vein to destroy the foundation of Middle Earth, but unfortunately, Da Zhao, who gave up Middle Earth, is not even qualified to manage it."

"The dragon veins are drawn and fed back to the cultivators of the Yuanmeng Empire, but the people of Middle-earth will suffer all kinds of calamities, such as droughts, floods, and locust plagues...... And so on is difficult to intercept. ”

"This is sucking the blood of the creatures of Middle-earth to strengthen itself!"

"This is a curse for the alien race!"

Zhao Huangting's eyes were extremely solemn, looking at the tumbling earth dragon, his face was heavy and sad.

This time sitting on the sword to watch the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, An Le naturally also saw a lot of pictures, those big mansions, there are many dilapidated cities, there are many people in rags, some official roads, corpses are all over the field, droughts, floods and various disasters are rampant.

An Le used to have doubts, but at this moment, it seems that they have all been explained.

Suddenly, peace was not in words.

Because the sword light that had been galloping suddenly began to fall, like a meteor, smashing down on the outside of the magnificent city.

The sword qi slowly surged, and the two of them jumped down and stepped on the soil of Middle-earth.

The earth was roaring, and the two of them seemed to be able to clearly feel the pulse of the earth vibrating violently.

The sword light of the bull shooting rose into the sky, and then it was subsumed into the pineapple wood sword box behind it.

The plain clothes gradually subsided and drummed, and the long eyebrows no longer flew.

In the distance, a figure galloped towards the sword, and it was none other than Wan Jieliu of the Sword Pond Palace.

After Wan Jieliu arrived, he didn't speak, just silently followed An Le's side, he knew very well that the task of his trip was to protect An Le and let this son return safely.

Zhao Huangting stood on the ground, looking at the majestic city that rose from the ground, and the figure was as small as an ant under this city.

"An Le, I know that you have a bold heart, and I also know that you have ambitions, today I will take you north to watch the mountains and rivers, naturally I have expectations for you, once I just wanted you to watch a big cool, see a heroic, but today, I want you to understand, this Yuanmeng Emperor ...... Although it is the first in the world, it ...... Not invincible! ”

"The son of the Zhao family in the Tianxuan Palace of Lin'an Mansion has been afraid for five hundred years."

"I want you to see that he is not invincible, but fearless."

"I hope that one day, you can burn like a fire, from the south to the north, and burn the grasslands of the Yuanmeng Empire covering the land of Middle-earth!"

"Just like the sentence you wrote in the Spring Exam question."

"Expel the barbarians and restore Middle-earth!"

Zhao Huangting said word by word.

Talking about his expectations and expectations for comfort.

Zhao Huangting, as a member of the Great Zhao Imperial Family, should not have said such words, but today, seeing the broken mountains and rivers of Middle Earth, he had mixed feelings in his heart, so he looked forward to it.

Zhao Huangting looked at An Le, and the meaning of his eyes was like starlight.

An Le was stunned.

A hint of surprise surged in the eyes of Wan Jieliu behind An Le, and then he returned to calm.

The wind in the north was a little cold, and the old man raised his hand, patted An Le's shoulder, and smiled lightly.

"Now you don't need to think too much, open your heart, open your eyes, and watch this ...... happily"

"Great Cool!"

The words fell.

Zhao Huangting turned around and walked towards the Xiongcheng capital that was entrenched in the earth.

It started out as a small step, less than a foot.

Then the pace began to expand, and the soles of the feet stepped down, as if the blood-soaked soil from the war was splashing.

In the end, the body shape is like a peerless light feat, and it is like a leap between big steps.

Step by step, as if measuring the mountains and rivers of Middle-earth!

It is a hundred zhang away from Xiongcheng.

When the old man strode forward, he raised his hand, pointed it on the center of his eyebrows, and gently pulled it outward.

A colorful glazed heart sword was drawn from the old man's mud pill palace little by little!

When Guru Su Zhu's heart sword was completely drawn.

This strange sword weapon suddenly fell apart, and the seven-colored light turned into an endless sword qi.

The sword qi is intertwined and turned into a sea of water!

The old man strode across the sea, and with each step, a red nirvana flame jumped out of his body.

Above the sky, the sea of clouds was torn, as if there were purple thunder and lightning snakes intertwined and surging.

On the ground, in a sea of sword qi.

The old man turned into a red horizontal thunderbolt, and slammed into the majestic city that spanned the world with a sea of sword qi!

"Emperor Yuan, dare to fight!"

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