Ten thousand clouds of smoke floated out.

The sixth mountain of the holy mountain.

Rain and clouds are swirling, and there is silence in the middle of the mountain.

The breeze is gentle, and the peach blossom trees in the mountains and forests are sprinkled with petals and peach blossoms, and they fall between the bluestones on the ground.

Fairy Yunrou looked at her side in astonishment, where ...... Originally, it was the position where the sixth mountain lord stood, and there should have been a seat in Tsing Yi that did not smile.

She was still chatting with the mountain lord.

However, suddenly, the sword qi distorted, accompanied by an inky sword coming out of the space.

The Sixth Mountain Lord vanished, replaced by an inky sword.

The mountain lord turned into a sword?

No, it was the Mountain Lord who replaced the sword.

This is the art of moving the sword.

Yun Rou naturally recognized this sword, it was An Le's sword weapon, she didn't know what An Le had encountered at the moment, she only knew that An Le went north with the old emperor's uncle Zhao Huangting.

However, to be able to provoke the Sixth Mountain to take the initiative to use the positioning of the sword weapon and leave through the air, it must have encountered a lot of trouble.

Yun Rou smiled, squatted down, and grabbed the inkpool sword weapon in her hand.

With his sword in hand, he looked at the misty foothills, and his beautiful face couldn't help but reveal a touch of confidence.

As long as the Sixth Mountain Lord goes, the problem ...... It should be resolved soon.

As a mountain keeper, this is the greatest trust in the mountain owner.

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The heavy snow, as if cut from the middle by an invisible silk thread, is still snowing above, but there is no white below, dividing the world into two out of a rare scene.

Before the capital of Yuan and Meng, there was silence.

An Le pinched the green mountain, and the ancient stone figurine in the green mountain let out a soft whisper when Zhao Huangting used the brilliant three swords and changed the great romance in the world, and the sword intent Jin Dan drawn from climbing the green mountain in the sea of qi had already stretched out, like a sword weapon slowly unsheathed.

This is Anle's biggest hole card, and it is also the confidence to uphold Qingshan to come to the rescue of Zhao Huangting and go home.

After all, Zhao Huangting has been holding the sword for Qingshan for 500 years, and for 500 years, even if Zhao Huangting has not been able to open the front for Qingshan, he still has an inseparable relationship with Qingshan after all.

Therefore, there will be an ethereal whisper in the middle of the green hills.

It was the emperor's stone figurine standing on the stone path that issued an affirmation of this great refreshment.

It may be Zhao Huangting's last sword, and he asked for a great romance and a sharp temperament, which provoked the admiration and resonance of this stone figurine who had been silent for thousands of years.

Or is it the feeling that Qingshan himself brought to the checkmate of Zhao Huangting, the former sword-wielder, trembling slightly.

Therefore, An Le actually has confidence, and it is the confidence that Qingshan brings to him.

Moreover, when the sword wielder has the courage to move forward and be fearless of the hardships in front of him, the moment he hands out the sword, there may be a miracle.

However, what made An Le stunned was that the ink pool was unsheathed from the sword box, and it changed shape and shadow in an instant, like a singularity, and realized a change of position with the sixth mountain lord standing in the sixth mountain idle pavilion.

The sixth mountain lord clasped his hands on his chest, carried a pine sword box, and hunted in green clothes.

It's not like it's cold, it's handsome.

If there is a background piano sound at this moment, it should be a high-pitched tune that is plucked by the national player sharply.

The sword box opened the gap, and a sword weapon jumped out, suspended in front of the sixth mountain lord who hugged his chest, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and collided with the palm of Emperor Yuanmeng.

With a touch, the sword returned to the body of Tsing Yi, and it was quietly suspended.

Emperor Yuanmeng also withdrew his hand, his eyes lowered.

A slaughter was wiped out, leaving only the confrontation and wait-and-see of the two strong men.

The powerhouses of the surrounding Yuanmeng Empire were all suspended, and they did not make a rash move, after all, the Yuanmeng Emperor had made a move, and they also felt that things were stable.

However, when this Tsing Yi suddenly appeared, it made everyone's eyes shine.

This person appeared almost without a clue, and exchanged positions with the ink-colored sword weapon that jumped out of the Anle sword box.

The leap of thousands of miles has been realized.

Such swordsmanship is amazing!

The huge world can have such a ...... of swordsmanship There is only one person.

The lord of the sixth mountain of the holy mountain.

Holy...... Even if the Yuanmeng Empire is now unrivaled and spans the world, it does not dare to underestimate it.

"Ten Thousand Miles Sword Technique, Sixth Mountain Lord, don't come unharmed."

Emperor Yuanmeng's burly body was suspended in the air, calmly looking at the man in green clothes in front of him.

Even Emperor Yuanmeng never thought that this person in front of him would not hesitate to perform a world-stunning sword maneuver for this young man from the Five Realms.

"Unharmed."

The sixth mountain lord raised his chin, looked at Emperor Yuanmeng, and said.

There were few words, and it seemed very cold, but this was the style of the Sixth Mountain Lord as always.

"Are you here on your own behalf, or ...... Represents the attitude of the Holy Mountain? ”

Emperor Yuanmeng fell, stepped on the ground, trampled on the frost and snow.

His gaze looked directly at the Sixth Mountain Lord, full of interest.

"Your Red Dust Sword has not yet been completed, and you are not my opponent."

Emperor Yuanmeng said calmly.

The status of the Holy Mountain Lord is indeed good, as the disciples of the Holy Master, they have the qualifications and identity that make people fearful, but it does not mean that the Holy Mountain Lord is invincible.

The Lord of the Holy Mountain also needs to cultivate, and the purpose is also to impact the Ten Realms.

And the reason why the mountain lord is noble is because of the holy master, and with the guidance of the holy master, they can break through the ten realms more easily.

The Sixth Mountain Lord did not answer Emperor Yuanmeng's words, he turned his head to look at the comfort of Zhao Huangting behind him.

An Le looked at the sixth mountain lord, holding the green mountain, and clenching his fists.

The face of the sixth mountain lord was as cold as an iceberg, and the corners of his lips gradually hung a touch of arc: "I am friends with Zhao Huangting, I will not see his dry bones fall to the north, if you don't turn around to save him, I will also move the sword." ”

"There are three tests for the Dialogue Saint Master, and the third test is different for everyone, and I made a bet with the First Mountain Master."

"The choice between giving up and not giving up is your third test."

"Now it seems that I won the bet, which means that you, the third test you have completed."

The main road of the sixth mountain.

When An Le heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and his expression couldn't help but become complicated.

The corners of the Sixth Mountain Lord's lips were coldly raised: "Let's say the last sentence again." ”

"Look after you."

After the words fell, without waiting for An Le's reaction, the Sixth Mountain Lord turned around and looked at Emperor Yuanmeng.

The Sixth Mountain Lord still clasped his hands on his chest, but his face was much more serious, so he said concisely: "I will take them away." ”

Emperor Yuanmeng trampled on the earth burly, his clothes hunted in the wind and waves, and the breath on his body became more and more powerful, and his qi and blood were like huge waves on the sea: "Reason." ”

The sixth mountain lord clasped his hands on his chest, but the sword box was opened another inch, and there was a faint sword light intertwined in the box.

"No need for a reason."

Emperor Yuanmeng laughed.

"The people of the Holy Mountain are really domineering."

"However, the opening of the seventh mountain is imminent, and Lone is unwilling to embarrass the people of the Holy Mountain, after all, the geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire will also be qualified to participate in the battle of the mountain lords of the seventh mountain.

The sixth mountain lord's hair was flying, and after listening to Emperor Yuanmeng's words, the sword box was opened one inch more, and one sword light after another galloped out, and in an instant, above the head of the sixth mountain lord, it was densely suspended.

Bronze, silver, crimson, tattered......

A wide variety of swords, with a variety of emotions.

It seems that what appeared at this moment was not a sword weapon, but a series of figures in the red dust.

"Zhao Huangting challenged me, burned out Nirvana, broke through my physical defenses with a sword, and made me bleed, this courage is very good."

"I admire him, he can go."

"The Nine Realms swordsman used a sword array composed of eighteen sword weapons to block my punch without dying, or he could leave."

Emperor Yuanmeng carried his hands behind his back, and his burly body carried terrifying power.

His eyes fell on An Le's body.

"Not with this son."

The Sixth Mountain Lord said coldly: "Talk nonsense. ”

He used the technique of sword movement, across the coming, just said that he is optimistic about Anle, naturally it is impossible to give up Anle and leave, he will give up or not give up as a test of Anle, if he gives up Anle, then he still has a face for the sixth mountain master?

This Emperor Yuanmeng said for a long time that he wanted to stay in peace, and for him, it was naturally nonsense.

The Sixth Mountain Lord felt that he had listened carefully for such a while, which was really a bit stupid.

Emperor Yuanmeng replied with a smile: "Of course, Lone can give the Holy Master a face, and this son can leave, but ...... His bamboo sword had to be kept. ”

The words fell, and this was the final result given by Emperor Yuanmeng.

The man can go, but the sword must stay.

However, for a swordsman, if the sword is left behind, and the sword is abandoned, he will lose the indomitable sharpness of the sword-wielder.

"For a swordsman, the sword is in the man."

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain raised his hand and tapped lightly.

Suddenly, three thousand sword lights hung awe-inspiringly, clanging, and the tip of the sword pointed far away.

"Let's fight, then."

Three thousand sword collections, shining at this moment.

Emperor Yuanmeng faced this peerless method like a sword immortal, but he was not moved at all.

The Sixth Mountain Lord has never broken through the Ten Realms, as far as he is concerned, there is actually no threat, and the Sixth Mountain Lord at this moment is much worse than Zhao Huangting who has burned Nirvana, and Emperor Yuanmeng can't even mention the intention of fighting.

After all, as a disciple of the Holy Master, the Sixth Mountain Lord can't be killed, and it's very boring.

He raised his hand and made a gentle move.

Suddenly, the Nine Realms powerhouses of the Yuanmeng Empire behind him all understood.

They all released their qi machines, turned into blood-colored pillars of light, and crashed into the Sixth Mountain Lord.

"Lone doesn't want to do anything with the people of the Holy Mountain for the time being, and when Lone really wants to do it, he will set foot on the Holy Mountain one by one, suppress Er and others, and finally challenge the Holy Master."

"Before that, the people of the Holy Mountain had no intention of fighting."

Emperor Yuanmeng said.

Rumble!

The Sixth Mountain Lord frowned, and the sword array suddenly pressed down, colliding with the pillars of qi and blood light transformed by several Nine Realms.

The qi wave was instantly vented, and the light of the three thousand swords intertwined into a dreamlike ink painting, which seemed to present a long street scene full of human figures.

The fireworks in the world are all in the sword collection.

It's just one person.

The Nine Realms were actually suppressed by the sword of the Sixth Mountain Lord.

However, the strong people of the Yuanmeng Empire are not not weak, and those who can enter the Nine Realms are all the best in cultivation, and they all have their own powerful means!

Several people's qi and blood surged, and the Nine Realms Forging Body Cultivation was exerted to the extreme, and it seemed that there were towering mountain law phases behind them, resisting the Red Dust Sword Diagram of the Sixth Mountain Lord.

The sixth mountain lord was dragged abruptly.

However, on the cold face of the Sixth Mountain Lord, there was no panic at all.

He made a bet with the first mountain lord, and now that the bet has been won, the first mountain lord will naturally come.

After a few moves against several powerhouses of the Yuanmeng Empire.

The Sixth Mountain Lord's brows furrowed slightly.

Just because, there are no white cranes in heaven and earth.

The first mountain lord.

Didn't come.

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An Le looked at the Sixth Mountain Lord who was fighting with the powerhouses of the Yuanmeng Empire, and a soft color appeared in his eyes.

As for the third test of the Sixth Mountain Lord's conversation with the Holy Master, An Le didn't think much about it.

He didn't know that this was a test, and even if it wasn't, he wouldn't turn around and leave, leaving the dead old man's corpse in front of the Northland Majestic City.

His heart was at peace.

Emperor Yuanmeng's words, he naturally heard it, knowing that if the sixth mountain lord wanted to leave, Emperor Yuanmeng would not stop him, and the sixth mountain lord would not be in danger of life.

That's enough.

For the Sixth Mountain Lord who came to save him, An Le really didn't expect it, he never thought that the sword of the ink pool would still contain such a function in it, so that the Sixth Mountain Lord could rush to the scene with the sword technique.

It was because I didn't think of it that I was moved.

The Sixth Mountain Lord is in conflict with the powerhouses of the Yuanmeng Empire.

Emperor Yuanmeng came step by step, and the sixth mountain lord seemed to be waiting for someone, but ...... The man did not come.

Since this is the case, Emperor Yuanmeng no longer waited, the void seemed to be twisted around him, and he looked at An Le calmly, with a touch of strangeness in his eyes.

Zhao Huangting was carried by An Le, his face was full of helplessness, in fact, from the eyes of Emperor Yuanmeng to An Le.

Zhao Huangting knew in his heart that even if An Le didn't come back to save him, Emperor Yuanmeng didn't plan to let An Le leave the north easily.

There was something on An Le that caught the attention of the world's number one.

Aoyama sword?

It's not just Aoyama.

This was something that Zhao Huangting had never expected.

Zhao Huangting looked at An Le, who was carrying him, and he didn't see the slightest uneasiness on An Le's face, which made his helplessness seem to disappear a lot.

He knew that An Le might still have hole cards that he didn't know, so he didn't want to give up and came back to save his hole cards.

This hole card can make An Le retreat, otherwise, even if the young man is fearless, facing Emperor Yuanmeng, the number one cultivator in the world, he shouldn't be so emotional, even if he won't be afraid, at least ...... There should also be a touch of absoluteness.

But none of these emotions are there.

Therefore, Zhao Huangting has not guessed what An Le's hole cards are until now.

The means to turn arrogance into power?

Can it already be used...... Zhao Huangting couldn't figure it out.

If he can't figure it out, he doesn't want to think about it, his eyes are soft and he looks at the boy who is firmly carrying him, in the last days of his life, it is his luck to meet such a teenager.

God treats him Zhao Huangting well.

An Le looked at Emperor Yuanmeng, who was coming step by step.

He saw the extremely rich aura of time in Emperor Yuanmeng, and even ...... also captured a wisp of swaying purple and gold years!

This peerless powerhouse who has stepped into the Ten Realms with a God Refining and Forging Body is actually like an emperor stone figurine, with a purple gold age qi!

But judging from the intensity of the years, this wisp of purple gold is a little purple.

Compared with the almost white purple and gold years on the emperor's stone figurines, An Le tried to capture this wisp of purple gold years, but he couldn't shake it at all.

He knew that with his current strength, it would be absolutely impossible to draw out this wisp of purple and gold years.

However, after An Le's heart moved, and after giving up the purple gold years qi, it was difficult to extract a wisp of golden years qi from Emperor Yuanmeng, who came step by step.

This made An Le's eyes light up slightly.

Flowing golden years, gently moving around the fingers, and finally burrowing into the body of Anle.

An Le looked at Emperor Yuanmeng, not afraid, but ...... A smile of wool adorned hung on the corners of his mouth.

Emperor Yuanmeng and Zhao Huangting were stunned with a smile.

And the next moment, Emperor Yuanmeng's brows frowned, and his face became more solemn than ever.

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A towering mountain in the midst of a dark space.

The breeze blows slowly, the mist is shrouded in the green hills, and the ancient green bamboos that have grown for 10,000 years are scattered, and the bamboo leaves are scattered on the stone path, some are withered, some are yellow, and some are still green.

On the tenth stone path of the mountain.

A burly emperor stone figurine stands, facing the outside of the mountain, looking out of the world.

The heart of peace and happiness is intertwined and condensed, from the mold lake to the gradual clarity, standing on the tenth step.

Looking at this imperial stone figurine, a touch of respect appeared on An Le's face.

"Burning out Nirvana, just seeking a romantic pleasure, he is worthy of the five hundred years he has held the sword in Qingshan."

"He doesn't live up to Qingshan, and Qingshan doesn't live up to him."

"Good."

Among the stone figurines, there were soft but majestic words resounding.

Lingering on the silent mountain road.

An Le had heard these words before, and it was this voice that gave him the greatest confidence to draw his sword and turn around to save Zhao Huangting.

Emperor Yuanmeng is indeed very strong......

But An Le felt that the emperor of thousands of years ago ...... Stronger.

Even if it has been silent for thousands of years, even if it has been forgotten by the years in reality.

But it will still become the confidence of comfort.

The stone figurines still stand on the stone steps, without any movement or posture, without comfortable movement, unable to move.

But there was a sound, gently fluttering.

"Climb the ten steps of the green mountain, cut ten immortals, gather ten wisps of sword intent ......"

"Although people are silent, the sword intent will not die."

"The wind rises."

An Le listened to this ethereal voice, slowly stretched out his hand, pressed his palm on the chest of the emperor stone figurine, and his eyes gradually closed.

The mind sank into the dantian.

On the sea of dantian qi intertwined with innate aura, there was a golden pill the size of a grain of rice suspended.

This Jin Dan is the sword intent Jin Dan, An Le carries the emperor stone figurines on the stone path to walk, the emperor stone figurines cut an immortal, then gather a wisp of sword intent, ten wisps of sword intent gather into a grain of rice golden pill, contained in the dantian qi sea.

Looking at this sword intent golden pill, An Le's mental power did not hesitate to knock.

The sword intent Jin Dan slowly unfolded, like a person who had just woken up, and stretched his waist.

This wisp of sword intent that has been sleeping for thousands of years is ...... at this moment Awakening.

The picture seems to be stuck in a stagnation at this moment.

An Le's palm pressed against the stone figurine's chest.

The stone figurines look at the world.

The years stand still.

Suddenly, the clouds and mist above the mountain were torn apart, and the golden sword intent turned into rain, falling from the sky, and the raindrops the size of beans hit the stone path, hit the ground, hit the withered bamboo leaves, and hit the stone figurines that had stood for thousands of years.

The spring mud is slippery in the mirror, and the dawn tree is like a picture.

The golden rain of sword intent is like a majestic vitality brought by spring rain.

Next to Qingshan Road, spring bamboo shoots are stubborn.

The raindrops slapped on the stone figurines, infiltrating the stone figurines, as if washing away the dust accumulated over the years, so that the color of the stone figurines began to gradually become vivid, lifelike, as if they came to life.

An Le slowly opened his eyes, and a smile hung on the corner of his lips.

"Senior, come out and see you...... Mountains and rivers here. ”

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