The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and every raindrop that falls from the sky hits the reeds, making each reed sway from side to side.

The rain and the mist on the river bank make the picture in front of him very blurry, but for practitioners, the eyes are never the only tool to observe things.

The primordial spirit swept by, and the figure that came out of the dense fog could no longer be hidden.

The young man in white carried a sword box and a long knife at his waist, carrying an old man with a lingering lifeless breath.

The burly man who jumped out of the camp tent and released the innate aura intertwined with qi and blood around his body, his eyes widened as much as he could, as if he wanted to show the ferocity of the Yuanmeng grassland warriors to the fullest.

"Enemy attack!"

The roar stirred the entire barracks.

Even if the person who came was just a young man with an old man on his back, this big man with the cultivation of the Six Realms did not dare to underestimate him in the slightest.

What happened in most of the capitals, not everyone knew that Zhao Huangting's challenge to Emperor Yuanmeng was indeed heroic, but only those who were qualified to observe and know about this challenge were the people who stood at the highest level in the cultivation field.

He didn't know the origin of the young man, nor did he know the origin of the old man on his back, but the killing machines intertwined between heaven and earth made this battle-hardened man feel a crisis in the dark.

As the rain gets heavier and heavier, the evaporated water vapor from the river rushes into the clouds, and the accumulated water reaches a limit before returning to the world.

The raindrops fell to the ground, mixing in the mud and dust, setting off a very rich earthy smell.

Three hundred soldiers of the Yuanmeng Empire, wearing armor, were so solemnly piled up in front of him, and the intertwined qi and blood formed a majestic military momentum in the sky.

The military momentum is the unique spirit of the army, and the breath of hundreds of people is intertwined, comparable to the weight of the mountains, which is a kind of spiritual impact.

Eyes have weight, but hundreds of pairs of eyes project their gaze at the same time, even if it is a cultivator, under such an impact, it will also be turbulent.

An Le walked as he raised his hand and held the sword box, revealing the delicate hilt created by Master Wang Yansheng, the sword is like a swallow's scissor tail, and the hilt has circle lines entangled, which will increase the touch of holding the sword while being non-slip.

An Le grabbed the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled out the sword, this one-grade sword weapon that An Le participated in creating, melted An Le's essence and blood, as if the mind was connected, and at this moment it sent out a clear sword groan, just the sword groan, it shattered the raindrops.

did not use Qingshan, but hung the bamboo sword Qingshan on Zhao Huangting's waist, so that the bamboo sword released the qi and wrapped Zhao Huangting to protect the old man who had run out of oil and the lamp, and in the next battle, it would not be affected.

This is the first time An Le has used Yan Gui Nest, this first-class sword, quite wide, looks very heavy, but in An Le's hands, it is as light as a feather, like an arm.

Perhaps, this is the tacit understanding between the swordsmith and the sword.

An Le began to run, and the innate aura in the dantian was shocked, blending with the qi and blood in the body, and the breath was rising.

He needs to be quick, so he can't afford to procrastinate.

The Tiger Vision of the Ancient Demon Five Birds!

Qi and blood seem to be all around, intertwined to form a colorful demon tiger!

The whole person turned into a blood-colored demon tiger running wildly, and brazenly crashed into the three hundred soldiers who were stacked with heavy shields.

The way the army fights is different from that of ordinary cultivators, behind the heavy shield is a spear, which is constantly advancing like a chariot!

Boom!

An Le slammed into it.

The qi and blood collapsed, and the high wall formed by the stacked heavy shields was deeply dented, but because of the stacking of strength, it withstood the first wave of Anle's collision.

It was like a boulder that wanted to break the river, but it was vaguely washed away by the river.

An Le's face remained unchanged, and he stepped heavily on the nearest shield made of fine iron, and the swallow in his hand was handed out, and the heavy shield armor was pierced like tofu in an instant.

The Yuanmeng soldiers behind the shield armor were also immediately pierced through their heads and lost their lives.

The raindrops fell, and they were swept away by An Le's qi, and then exploded again, and one person faced three hundred armor alone, took a step back, and smashed out with five fingers and a fist.

smashed on the swallow's homing nest, and suddenly there was a swallow's cry tearing!

The sword light was like a dragon coming out of the abyss, cutting through the defensive formation erected by the heavy shield and tearing open a huge gap!

The big man of the Six Realms carried a knife at his waist, took a big black iron bow in his hand, and set up an inky black arrow, aiming it at the young man who was rushing into battle.

It is true that a practitioner is otherworldly, but in the face of the army, he is not easily invincible.

If the cultivators of the Eight Realms were here, the three hundred armors would not last for a moment and they would be killed, and if it was the Nine Realms, the three hundred armors would collapse in an instant.

However, the young man in front of him is only five realms, and he has three hundred armors alone, and in his opinion, he is indeed rampant.

Under the overlapping of military forces, cultivators will be suppressed, and many cultivators are reluctant to face the army directly, that is because under the influence of the unique strength of the army, such as the military formation, the military strength, the strength that the cultivator can exert is limited, and it is easy to be dragged to death by the army!

"Pull thirty steps, hide a spear behind the shield, and throw a spear to kill!"

"Drag him until his blood is exhausted and his mind is exhausted, and then give him a good show of three hundred spears piercing his heart!"

The Yuanmeng garrison commander of the Six Realms bent his bow, bathed in the rain, and roared in a fierce voice.

The army that was chiseled through by An Le instantly changed its military formation and turned into a large circle to surround An Le.

When the swallow returned from the nest, An Le held the sword and raised his hand to point at the center of his eyebrows.

The sword furnace is sonorous, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal.

The original god sits on the heart sword, and the light of the sunset is as high as a hundred zhang!

Seven-colored rays swept out.

The six realms that bent the bow changed in shock.

Is he so dazzled? Sit back and forget the glow?!

And the picture that happened in the next moment made his pupils constrict and his whole body was cold!

A momentum rose from An Le's body, like a dragon chant exploded in the ears of every soldier, causing them to fall into a brief confusion.

Then they saw that on the young man in white, there was a heavenly dragon rising, a heavenly dragon winding, and an invisible sense of oppression swept over them, making them feel that this young man was invincible when he drew his sword!

"Invincible?!"

The Six Realms Commander still had some knowledge, and he became more and more shocked when he heard this.

Peace and happiness are bent to the fingers, the heart is intertwined, the face is ancient and there is no wave, no joy and no sorrow.

When fighting, he likes rainy days.

Because a rainy day is equivalent to countless more swords for him.

Every drop of rain is a sword.

The sword intent of the heart sword spread, and he bent his fingers and knocked in front of him, and the ripples spread like a calm lake, and the inside of the raindrops hanging in the air seemed to be just a moment, and a faint sword qi was born.

"The sword qi is close."

Ann Ledao.

Heaven and earth are close to the sword qi.

Every drop of rain is a sword.

Puff puff!

The rain falls, the sword falls, the head falls.

The blood instantly stained the ground, and the smell of blood was beaten by the rain but could not be dissipated.

The dozens of soldiers from the second and third realms who surrounded Anle were all raindrops of swords, and their heads were cut off, and their heads, like broken cabbage, smashed to the ground.

The military formation has a tendency to collapse in an instant!

An Le charged forward again, and the sword rose like a dancing sword.

Sword moves bamboo branches.

It seems that a green bamboo sprouts from the earth, piercing the body of a Yuan Mengshi.

Yan Gui sounded a sword roar, a series of blood beads were brought up on the blade of the sword, and the defeated army formation, in the process of never recondensing the army, the pressure of An Le was very small, and the killing of people was very fast.

Zhao Huangting squinted his eyes, lying on the young man's back, with a smile on the corner of his lips, feeling very peaceful.

An Le used the sword moves taught by the old man to kill the enemy, and the mastery of the sword moves was very skillful, which made Zhao Huangting feel amazing.

There were more and more corpses on the ground, and even the regrouped army formation was becoming more and more stressless because of the decrease in numbers.

The two deputy commanders of the Five Realms, under the gaze of the six realm commanders who bent the bow, quickly slaughtered.

The Lords of the Six Realms are still bending their bows and seizing opportunities!

The two deputy commanders of the Five Realms came to kill, their qi and blood were intertwined with their minds, and the Five Realms were not weak, but not every Five Realms was a genius.

Yan Gui Nest Imperial Sword was swept away, and was gently smashed and knocked by An Le, and suddenly a sound wave exploded, and the five kills of the sound rhythm were controlled by the mind, directly blowing up half of the body of a deputy commander of the Five Realms to blur the flesh and blood.

An Le pressed down with invincible momentum, and then the swallow returned to the nest and swept by, and a good head soared into the sky.

The other Five Realms took the opportunity to kill, and An Le pulled out the Dingfeng Bo on his waist and smashed it hard, far exceeding the strength of the Five Realms, coupled with the domineering of the second-grade magic weapon of Dingfeng Bo.

directly cut off the opponent's weapon, and by the way, the neck was also cut open, and blood was sprinkled out, and An Le made up for it again, directly killing the other party.

Killing five realms with five realms, so easy?

Since An Le has practiced, he has met cultivators who are not ordinary people, except for Luo Qingchen's coachman Zhushan, who is an ordinary cultivator, the other cultivators can be called geniuses.

But peace and happiness are victorious, even if they are on the list of little saints, they are singing all the way.

Now against the single five realms of the same level, with the blessing of invincible power, and the high-grade weapon, it is naturally very easy to win.

The leader of the Sixth Realm was terrified, he knew that this young man who was rushing into the battle was one of the best even among the peerless geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire.

This made his heart more and more cloudy and uneasy.

However, in the interval between the killings, his eyes froze, and he found the right opportunity, and the arrow was immediately fired.

Time seemed to stand still under an arrow, and all the raindrops were pierced and punctured.

This arrow contained the mental oppression of his Six Realms, and it was shot out with the control of the first weather blood, coupled with the right time to seize it, it was difficult for the cultivators of the Five Realms to dodge, and it was bound to be pierced.

However, his so-called oppression had no effect on An Le at all, An Le glanced at the arrow, flicked his fingers, and accurately flicked on the body of the arrow, the arrow deviated from the direction, and the roar penetrated several Yuan Meng soldiers, bringing up a puddle of blood.

An Le looked at the six realms holding the bow, and the heart sword recondensed after the first wave, and the palm of his hand was gently pressed down.

Suddenly, the surrounding soldiers exploded blood flowers again, and their heads fell to the ground.

And in the blood flowers that exploded, the sword swallow returned to the nest, holding the golden knife dripping blood in his hand, his body moved, smashed the ice rain, and rushed to the only six realms in this Yuanmeng army!

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When An Le released his qi and rushed into battle to kill the enemy, a stream of extremely powerful primordial spirits swept in an instant.

The sound of breaking the sky resounded endlessly, and the strong people who chased from the capital of Yuanmeng all rushed to come at this moment.

However, above the sky, torrential rain swept through.

The Sixth Mountain Lord carried the pine sword box on his back and clasped his hands on his chest, and stopped these people again.

The box opened an inch, and the sword light leaped out like a waterfall, and the three thousand hidden swords all came out, as if above the sky, turning into three thousand figures.

However, the only thing that the Sixth Mountain Lord could stop was those Nine Realms.

Some of the cultivators of the Yuanmeng Empire in the Eight Realms and the Seven Realms, the Sixth Mountain Lord couldn't stop them.

As for the sixth realm, there was no need for the sixth mountain lord to stop it at all, although the span between the sixth realm and the fifth realm was very large, and it was a watershed in the cultivation realm.

However, in the face of true genius, this watershed is nothing.

With the courage to sing one after another on the list of Anle Little Saints, coupled with the invincible momentum gathered by Li Youan, the ordinary sixth realm dared to stop Anle...... It's no different from seeking death.

You will feel the crushing of real talent.

You will understand that there is really a big difference between people.

In this life, on the north bank of the Canglang River, the blood and wolf smoke are surging, and Ye Longsheng, Chong Shiji, Di Zang and Li Youan set off at the same time, and the impact on the border army of the Yuan and Mongolian Empire has indeed had an effect.

Even if An Le's exposed location and the ignition of qi and blood wolf smoke, the armies of all sides had no time to support, and only the cultivators of the Yuanmeng Empire scattered all over the country were rushing away.

A rare smile appeared on the grim face of the Sixth Mountain Lord.

Holding his hands on his chest, the sword weapon flew around him, and between the sky and the rain curtain, he tore open a picture scroll, and the sword qi in the picture scroll was shaking, enveloping many Nine Realms.

In the midst of the reeds, there were waves of air surging over the ground, causing the reeds to bend their waists to the sides, making it difficult to straighten up again.

The sound of breaking the sky resounded one after another, and the raindrops were smashed into misty water vapor one by one.

Although the powerhouses of the Nine Realms were stopped by the Sixth Mountain Lord, there were still many cultivators from the Eight Realms and the Seven Realms who rushed to chase them.

When they felt the barracks, the thick blood that filled the air had not yet dissipated.

The three hundred armor of the Yuanmeng Empire fell apart, and they were all slaughtered.

Blood intertwined, meandering, almost like a river.

The two Eight Realm cultivators walked through the group of corpses step by step with gloomy faces.

Finally, he stopped in front of a headless corpse kneeling on the ground with his legs, and the headless corpse was none other than the leader of this three-hundred-man stationed team.

A cultivator of the Six Realms who has set foot in the realm of contemplating the sea of qi by forging his body.

"Carrying a burden that has lost his cultivation, he used the cultivation of the Five Realms to break the army of three hundred armors, and he also crossed the border to kill a ...... of the Six Realms"

Even those two Eight Realm cultivators felt their hearts sank.

Even if they were replaced in the Five Realms, they wouldn't be able to do this at all.

An army of 100 people, the military momentum formed by the 300 armors, and the military array driven by it, under the leadership of a Six Realms Commander, are not weaker than the combat power of a Seven Realm cultivator.

But the peace ...... Not to mention the burden, he directly broke the three hundred armor.

Many cultivators looked at each other, their eyes full of deep shock, and suddenly, they swept their bodies and landed on the riverside.

You can see that on the turbulent river, there is a small boat, breaking through the huge waves that keep lapping and heading towards the other side of the river.

On the boat, they saw a white-clothed man with a sword, white-clothed with blood, facing the river breeze, looking at them calmly.

Above the young man's head, a celestial dragon transformed by a white qi engine was entrenched, roaring.

Many powerhouses of the Yuanmeng Empire were silent, and the faces of the two Eight Realm cultivators were cold and silent, and they even had the urge to chase after the waves and capture the white-clothed young man.

Still, reason quickly overcame this impulse.

"That's it, such a genius may not have a hole card that we can't fathom, and chase and kill the great evil in the Canglang River, if he is killed in a pit, it will be funny."

"Geniuses should still be hunted by the geniuses of our empire's falconry list, and the geniuses at the top of the falconry list, Tie Lie, Wotai, Tuzhen, and Birch, should be looking forward to hunting this person."

The falcon list, that is the list that has been hanging high since the Yuanmeng Empire was galloping on the grassland.

Geniuses under the age of thirty are all on the list, and now with the Yuanmeng Emperor refining the dragon vein of the Middle Earth, the power of the dragon vein and the national fortune of the Yuanmeng Empire, feeding these geniuses, it is said that Tianjiao, who is the first on the falcon list, has already set foot in the Double Seven Realm, even if it is not weaker than some of the older generation of cultivators.

It is also the reason why the cultivators of the Yuanmeng Empire gradually looked down on Da Zhao, Xiliang and Dali.

In terms of genius inheritance, the three kingdoms of Great Zhao, Western Liang and Dali combined are less than the Yuanmeng Empire.

"In the past, the geniuses of our Yuanmeng Empire were not qualified to compete for the position of the Lord of the Holy Mountain, but now it is different, with Your Majesty refining the Dragon Vein of the Middle Earth, now the seventh mountain of the Holy Mountain will open, and the geniuses of our Yuanmeng Empire's falconry list will finally have the opportunity to compete for the position of the Lord of the Seventh Mountain."

"The Holy Mountain will also be conquered by us!"

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The river lapped against the boats, and the rain hit the eaves of the boats, making a rattling sound.

It was not a very large ship, the only ship that could be found in the tent.

After killing the commander of the six realms, An Le found it and directly carried the ship into the Canglang River.

It will be easier to cross the river with a boat, unless it is a strong person in the Nine Realms, who can ignore the terrifying evil at the bottom of the river and easily ride the waves.

Zhao Huangting crossed the river in the north before, stepped on a bull shooting bucket, and directly broke the waves.

With peace and happiness, the speed is extremely fast.

At that time, Zhao Huangting ignited nirvana, cultivated to the extreme, almost set foot in the Ten Realms, and naturally crossed the river easily.

But now that he is crossing the river and heading south, it is difficult to be as chic as that.

The boat is under him, isolating the oppression and suction brought by the Canglang River, so that An Le rarely falls into relaxation.

Zhao Huangting sat in the cabin, looking at the endless rushing river, looking at the river water that slapped on the board and splashed on the deck, and his eyes brought a little joy.

He looked at the blood-stained white clothes standing on the deck with his sword, and his face couldn't help but soften a lot.

In the distance, the blood and wolf smoke were surging, and there were terrifying strong men clashing, even if they were far away, they could hear the sound of fluttering war drums in the river breeze.

"That's Ye Longsheng and the Seed Master, who provoked the war, covered for you, and prevented the sailors of the Yuanmeng Empire from coming to capture you."

Zhao Huangting said softly.

An Le nodded, but he had guessed it all.

Otherwise, when the blood and wolf smoke rise here, the strong people stationed in the Yuanmeng Empire should all rush here.

And the reason why he didn't come over was naturally to be restrained.

Ye Longsheng should have known his location in advance, perhaps because the Sixth Mountain Lord was secretly transmitting information, and the battlefield had not affected this place.

An Le knew that the fundamental reason for the smooth return to the south this time was the help of many top powerhouses.

The Sixth Mountain Lord restrained many of the Nine Realms that rushed from the capital of Yuanmeng, Ye Longsheng, the peerless generals of the Seed Master and the Extreme Rank were brazenly attacked, and they were also the strongest in the army that restrained the Lord Yuanmeng's side.

Fang is to let him easily enter the river.

"Of course, there is another reason, because Emperor Yuanmeng never killed you, so those strong people in the Yuanmeng Empire preconceived to follow the will of Emperor Yuanmeng, and even think that it is more meaningful for a genius like Ling to leave the geniuses on the Yuanmeng falconry list to kill."

Zhao Huangting said with a smile.

"Falcon?"

An Le's body was steaming with blood and qi, so that the rain and river water were steamed into water vapor.

He stepped into the cabin and looked at Zhao Huangting suspiciously.

"It's like Dali has a star list, Xiliang has a land killing list, and Da Zhao has a small saint list...... Yuanmeng also divides geniuses under the age of thirty, and the Yuanmeng falcon list is, but over the years, the geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire have been fed by the Middle Earth Dragon Vein and Yuanmeng's increasingly majestic national fortune, and their cultivation and talent have become stronger and stronger. ”

Zhao Huangting's voice was low, but also with a little emotion.

An Le nodded, but he didn't care too much.

He has not yet reached the top of the Little Saint List, so this falcon list naturally does not have much interest to pay attention to.

"You should meet soon, the seventh mountain is about to open, and there will be no shortage of geniuses on the falcon list......"

Zhao Huangting took a breath and said softly.

An Le smiled, and sat cross-legged in the cabin to give Zhao Huangting a wisp of innate aura, dispelling the chill while allowing Zhao Huangting to maintain his spirit.

There was a quick silence in the cabin.

Zhao Huangting leaned against the cabin, closing his eyes and enjoying a moment of peace.

An Le exhaled a breath of turbid air and began to sort out the qi of the years.

Just facing the three hundred armor of the Yuanmeng military camp, An Le first extracted a wave of years of qi before the war, and he got thirty wisps of years of qi.

It's a pity that there is no golden age.

However, three days ago, there was a wisp of golden age from Emperor Yuanmeng, and he has not observed Anle until now.

Because he was worried that observing the golden years would cause fluctuations, he would be captured by the powerhouses of the Nine Realms of the Yuanmeng Empire.

But now that he is on the Canglang River, An Le is relaxed.

began to observe the wisps of golden years that were absorbed from Emperor Yuanmeng.

Soon, though, he opened his eyes, frowning slightly.

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The boat sails through the waves.

Because of the heavy rain, the dense fog on the river became thicker and denser.

Suddenly, one after another black shadows appeared in the thick fog that shrouded the river, but I saw that there were one ship after another engraved with hideous evil ghosts on the bows, like boats galloping out of the Yellow Spring of Hell, breaking through the dense fog and breaking the river waves.

With a ghost cry and a rich blood atmosphere.

Quickly towards the boat where An Le is located, slowly approaching!

On a demon boat led by the leader, Tong Mink Temple was wrapped in a black robe, and his hands were hidden in his sleeve pockets.

Squinting, staring at the boat floating and sinking in the river, his face expressionless.

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