Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 94 Playing the Sword Like a Piano

Murderous aura is actually very obvious to practitioners, it is a kind of aura that is not easy to hide.

The stronger the mind, the more sensitive the sense of murderous aura.

The cultivation of murderous aura is not just a simple existence of killing intent, it needs to be stained with blood, and many lives have been slaughtered, and the aura formed by the resentment, despair, anger and other emotions before the death of the life is entwined and contaminated in the killing. Only on the body can a murderous aura be formed.

In the cloud stream of evening mist, there are raindrops falling from the sky, hitting the ground, the embankment, and the lake. The bursting water drops are like flowers blooming in spring, covering the huge West Lake. Misty mist.

The carriage stopped slowly, and the curtain fluttered wantonly in the spring breeze, and was lifted up vaguely, revealing the old and dirty navy blue monk robes and black and white gingham shoes covered in mud in the carriage.

The murderous aura that seemed to fill the West Lake came from the carriage.

An Le in white clothes is holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing still on the long embankment, the spring breeze and rain are falling, blocked by the umbrella cover, the breeze is picked up, and a few hair ends are blown.

Staring at the familiar chariot, feeling Taotao's murderous aura, the Yaoyuan jade pendant gifted by the thousand-year-old snake demon on his waist was constantly trembling.

An Le raised his palm and landed on the green hill at his waist.

This chariot looks very familiar, it is the chariot of Qin Xiangfu, when Zhu Shan came to kill him, this chariot was parked at the intersection of Qingbo Street.

Qin Qianqiu is in the car.

Once, twice, three times, five times...

A gentleman repays his complaints directly, and An Le also has a nameless anger in his heart for these continuous offenses.

Qing Shan trembled slightly, as if feeling his anger, he let out a sword groan.

However, An Le's eyes still fell on the looming black and white plaid shoes in the chariot.

But seeing the muddy cloth shoes move, the curtain was lifted, and a burly monk in green robe came out from it, with a bald head and ring scars on his head, and his burly body bulged out the monk's robe in blue.

The monk Fakong looked at Anle, and Anle also looked at him.

The two looked at each other across the long embankment, but their sight became more and more cold, like electricity flowing behind the clouds intertwined and collided between the two looking at each other.

The Yaoyuan jade pendant around his waist trembled more and more, as if it was a kind of extreme resentment, the hatred engraved in Yaoyuan exploded at this moment.

An Le covered the green hill with his palm, holding an umbrella, looking at the monk.

He didn't recognize the monk, but the murderous intent on the monk's body, as well as the scorching light in his eyes, undoubtedly spoke of his murderous intentions for An Le.

There was no one in the carriage except the monk.

Qin Qianqiu was not in the chariot, perhaps because Anle's mighty sword energy had cut his mind off and made him fearful, Qin Qianqiu dare not approach Anle now.

At this moment, Qin Qianqiu was watching the battle that he had placed high hopes on together with Wang Qinhe on the Lake Watch Tower.

An Le turned her head, looked across, looking at the hexagonal pagoda with double eaves and Wanghu Tower, among the carved beams and painted buildings, Qin Qianqiu could be seen standing on the railing, staring at it from a distance.

An Le withdrew her gaze, as if a fire was burning faintly in her heart.

"Amitabha, the benefactor, the poor monk Fakong, see that the benefactor has a strong evil spirit, and it is really wrong to be with the demon."

The monk clasped his palms together, carried an iron rod carved with animal patterns on his back, stared at Anle with burning eyes, and said.

Monk Fakong, Anle doesn't know.

However, An Le thought for a while and asked, "Do you have anything to do with Duhai?"

"Crossing the sea is my teacher."

Empty way.

An Le immediately understood the reason why the jade pendant from the demon origin trembled. It turned out that the monk and the sea-crossing monk who sealed the great monster at the bottom of the lake were master-student relationships. The teacher came from the same source, and the same breath made the snake demon origin tremble and become angry.

Under Fa Kong's scorching eyes, An Le's body was extremely full of monster aura, almost every inch of skin and flesh was overflowing with monster aura.

His eyes moved sideways and landed on the Yaoyuan jade pendant on An Le's waist, and he couldn't help smiling: "Benefactor, you and I are destined."

"Some people say that the donor wants to gather invincible forces, so he invites the poor monk to fight you. The donor wants to fight a Lin'an. Although the poor monk has just entered Lin'an, he is also qualified to fight the donor."

"Now, looking at the monster jade pendant on the benefactor's waist, come to think of it...it is destiny for the poor monk to fight the benefactor. If this is the case, the benefactor should not shirk it."

Fakong smiled lightly.

An Le looked at Monk Fakong, listened to what he said, and understood the reason why this monk appeared here.

Qin Qianqiu hired this monk to break his invincibility, dust his mind, and cut off his future.

An Le didn't have much fear, even the blood in his body was rolling, and he was eager to try.

Since he wanted to walk the legendary path and gather invincible power, he naturally couldn't be afraid of the challenge, even though the monk in front of him was much stronger than him in terms of aura, and the aura hidden under the flesh and blood contained terrifying power enough to break mountains and break rocks. Not only does it have a mysterious meaning, but it also has an innate sensibility.

This is a practitioner of the five realms of physical training. Although the spirit of refining has not set foot in the five realms, there are also powerful fluctuations of the primordial spirit.

It can be said that it is the strongest opponent Anle has encountered so far.

Holder of the Little Sacred Order, those who rank high on the Little Sage List will not challenge those with low rankings, so An Le has almost never met practitioners of the five realms.

Naturally, Qin Qianqiu couldn't find the top five realms on the list of minor saints to deal with An Le, so he found the monk Fakong.

The invisible pressure pervaded the edge of the West Lake Long Beach, making the willow branches that were blowing in the spring breeze seem to be stagnant.

Reject this fight?
Turn around and run away?
If this is the case, he who has just defeated Ximen Qiuhua and gathered invincible power for the first time will become a joke.

The blow to vigor, mentality, and fighting spirit is huge. This is also Qin Qianqiu's goal, to find an opponent who has not surpassed the five realms, but makes Anle difficult to fight.

Create a situation where Mrs. Rang Hua, Zhao Huangting and other powerhouses are not easy to make a move, and An Le is not easy to retreat.

And once they face off, An Le has a great possibility of losing.

If An Le is really defeated, then the invincible power will also collapse, and the legendary road will die as soon as it sets foot.

By the West Lake, on the long embankment.

The literati walked endlessly, and many people saw An Le, but the atmosphere at the moment was somewhat condensed, the murderous intent intertwined in the air, and the colliding aura, even non-practitioners, would feel the shock. There was a burst of depression, fear in my heart, and I didn't dare to approach.

This section of the causeway seemed to be cleared all of a sudden.

Only An Le, who was dressed in white, held an umbrella and looked at the burly monk standing on the carriage.

The next moment, under the shocking eyes of many literati.

The monk pulled out the burning iron rod on his back, his energy and blood bloomed, and the countless raindrops that fell were poured back into the sky by his burst of energy at this moment.

The monk was dragging a long stick on the long embankment, and every time he stepped on it, the bluestone road on the embankment would burst.

In just a moment, the monk turned into a mob in an instant, looking like a madman, swung the fire stick across and swung it, and set off a suppressed and low-pitched whimpering wind, hitting An Le's neck!
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The sound of piercing the sky resounded instantly, and several figures rushed over quickly, suspended in mid-air, flirting in their robes, looking from a distance.

With his hands behind his back, Li You'an stared slightly, stepping on a willow branch, watching the sudden battle on the embankment.

"The demon-subduing monk of Lianhua Temple."

Li Youan whispered.

He originally wanted to take Anle to a certain place, but he didn't expect that before he took Anle away, there would be a situation where Monk Fakong came to fight Anle.

Since An Le wants to cultivate invincibility and take the legendary path, Li You'an naturally cannot take An Le away forcibly at this moment.

What's more, he felt the fighting spirit from An Le. Facing the monk Fakong who was in the fifth level of body training, An Le never flinched or feared at all, and even faintly burst out with boiling fighting spirit.

Therefore, Li You'an wanted to take a good look at whether An Le could create a miracle.

If An Le can defeat this monk Fakong, this so-called gathering invincible power and walking the legendary road will no longer be empty talk.

Zhao Huangting, the old man of Taimiao, and Mrs. Lin Fuhua both sensed the situation and rushed over quickly without any changes, they all watched from a distance.

And at this moment, many practitioners in Lin'an Mansion opened their eyes to look.

Compared with the battle between An Le and Ximen Qiuhua, this battle is the real test for An Le, and it is a test of life and death.

After all, this battle is not a battle of Xiaoshengbang, if he loses and dies, Xiaoshengling will not spill energy to save An Le's life.

This is a battle that pushes An Le to a desperate situation.

The spring rain is misty, and the world is shrouded in a haze.

Early in the morning, the West Lake was full of hustle and bustle. Among the flower boats on the lake, one figure after another came out and stood on the deck. Uncharacteristically, it was not the people on the embankment looking at the flower boat, but the people in the flower boat looking at the embankment.

Fairy Yunrou walked out with the guqin on her back, wearing a veil, frowning slightly, and looked at the battle on the embankment.

The murderous aura erupting from the monk was really touching.

Although he didn't enter the list of minor saints, monk Fakong, as the third disciple of the sea-crossing saint monk on the list of subduing demons, is naturally extraordinary.

Maybe it will really break An Le's invincibility and make her full of enthusiasm and blood collapse completely.

Compared to watching lively literati.

Only real practitioners can know how important such a battle is to An Le!
If he wins, he will make great strides from then on, gathering an incomparably majestic invincible momentum, which can hit the top ten of the little saint list.

If you lose, your heart will be cut, your fighting spirit will be cut, and you may be completely devastated.

Therefore, those who pay attention to this fighter are all tensed in their hearts.

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Feeling the overwhelming aura, facing the monk Fakong who was pressing down on him with a burning iron rod, Anle's white clothes were instantly swelled with vigor.

An innate coercion, like a mountain oppressing down.

The coercion of the five realms was released by Monk Fakong, who wanted to overwhelm others with force, and Anle, who wanted to be overwhelmed, had no strength to fight back, and instantly exploded with a stick.

The five realms of body forging oppressed the three realms, and had a natural advantage, which was the coercion from ascending the ranks.

The Dharma door practiced by Monk Fakong is the top body forging method of Lianhua Temple. It is definitely not weak in terms of rank, and it has already developed a mysterious meaning. The comfort can not be compared.

Therefore, once An Le resists, there is bound to be only one end of being crushed.

boom! ! !
An Le touched the ground with her toes, and took a step back. The oil-paper umbrella was instantly swept by the strong wind of the burning iron rod, the shaft of the umbrella exploded, and the surface of the umbrella was torn apart like a blade!
An Le floated on the bluestone floor in a crane-like manner and slid back several meters without leaving a trace.

The sword chanting at the waist exploded, and the ink pool flew out instantly, turning into a rustling sword light, and slashed at the monk Fakong at an extremely fast speed. The ink pool was hard to find, as if it had melted into the rain.

Only a faint shadow passed by, and Monk Fakong swept the iron rod against the air, making a crisp jingle.

The ink pool collided with the iron rod, and the sword energy collided with blood energy, sparking bright fireworks.

With Anle's light swipe of the ink pool, an elusive shadow appeared again, like a wild bee burrowing into a flower bush, flying back and forth at high speed!
Monk Fakong's face remained unchanged, the burning iron rod was continuously fired, and the fireworks continued to burst out. A series of clear and subtle sounds continued to echo between the fireworks!

It is clearer than the sound of continuous spring rain and falling tiles, and more urgent than the sound of wild bees flying around!

There was a brief confrontation, and the rain continued to fall.

A smile appeared on the face of Monk Fakong: "Amitabha, benefactor... If the skills stop here, the poor monk will start to save you."

Before the words fell, Monk Fakong's body swelled up, the smile on his face disappeared, and he became ferocious and angry, like a vajra arhat with angry eyes.

A sense of mysterious martial arts filled the air, with murderous intentions rushing up, An Le felt in a trance, the West Lake turned into a lake of blood, and the spring rain turned into a rain of blood.

Angry Vajra Xuanyi!

Anle is only half a step away from forging the body to pass the mystery, and at this moment, he has some reactions, and he is affected by the mystery.

However, Monk Fakong was approaching, and he slammed down the burning iron rod. Anle's eyes froze, and the blood in his body surged. Under every inch of the membrane, there were scriptures circulating!
Roar! ! !
With a roar, the ancient demon tiger roared into the stars, shattering the streamer!

Qingshan fell into his hands, Anle's horizontal sword resisted the stick.

Taking down the stick, his body sank suddenly, and the terrifying innate strength spread from the burning iron stick. An Le spread his legs horizontally to relieve the force, and retreated nimbly in the ancient magic ape style.

Monk Fakong held out his stick, and stabbed suddenly, the stick was like a spear, like a dragon!
Boom!
One sword against one stick, the sound of explosion burst out.

An Le's figure was suddenly smashed in the air by innate strength, like a kite flying ten feet away.

However, Monk Fakong had to be reasonable and relentless, and he would continue to suppress An Le once he succeeded in one move, killing An Le completely in one fell swoop!
The stick is like a dragon, and it is crushed again, which is unreasonable at all.

An Le pressed down with his sword finger, and the ink pool seemed to burst out of a falling raindrop, and slashed towards the neck of Monk Fakong.

However, Monk Fakong raised his hand and grabbed it with five fingers towards the side, and an invisible claw shadow appeared.

"Sleepy demon bergamot!"

Ding Ding Ding!
There were crisp sounds, and the ink pool collided in the hands of Fakong and Lianhua Temple Buddhists, but it seemed to be locked in a cage, and it could no longer break free!

"Benefactor, you have a demonic aura all over your body. You should be purified. This poor monk will never see a demonic aura in your life. All those who work with demons should be punished!"

Empty way.

With a stick in his hand, he smashed it down again, intending to explode Anle's head, if he hit it, it would be torn apart, and bones and brains would come out.

At this moment, Fakong's mind was very relaxed, because he knew that the boy in front of him couldn't beat him, the gap was too big, the fifth level of body training was completely crushing against the upper third level of body training.

An Le wants to make up the gap with body training?

But the method he studied in Fakong is also the top body forging method, and the angry-eyed Vajra Arhat has become a complete body, and Anle is left with the fate of being squeezed out.

At this moment, An Le's white clothes were flying, and her face was quite dignified.

The sword furnace clanged between the brows, and the primordial spirit sitting on the heart sword embryo suddenly opened his eyes.

The ink pond, which was caught by the trapped demon's bergamot, stopped suddenly, extremely quiet.

But around the bergamot, all the falling raindrops were controlled by An Le's mind, the sword energy floated over, the sword energy was everywhere, and the sword energy was already approaching!
Fakong's face changed slightly, his blood was surging, and there seemed to be a golden body of an angry-eyed Arhat appearing all over his body!

Countless sword qi stood on it, and the surface of the golden arhat was immediately covered with intertwined sword marks.

The skill of Jian Qi is a secret technique in the Little Holy Order. Its power is definitely not weak. It is linked to the cultivation of the gods. Anle's training of the gods has set foot in the four realms and gave birth to the primordial spirit. Therefore, the power of Jian Qi is different. extraordinary.

Physically, she was suppressed by Fakong, but Anle was able to regain her place in the spiritual realm!

Visualize the "Sword Waterfall Picture", the sword energy under the spring rain is close, and it naturally has the power of the sword waterfall.

Even Fakong didn't dare to underestimate it.

The sleepy demon's bergamot couldn't help but let go, Fakong frowned, glared angrily, and approached Anle with a burning iron rod, the shadows of the sticks overlapped, this is the Panlong stick of the Buddhist gate of Lianhua Temple!

Monk Fakong knew that Anle was weak in physical training, so he focused on this point, and only attacked Anle's weak areas. Anle was on par with him in the cultivation of gods, so it was unwise to fight with gods.

Making full use of strengths and avoiding weaknesses is the correct way to fight.

However, to Monk Fakong's surprise, when An Le mentioned Qingshan, he did not retreat, but an ancient demon five-bird aura erupted, and the demon aura soared to the sky, and he raised his sword to kill.

Bamboo branches, fragrant grass, juvenile swim... The three swords of Cipai fell instantly, and with the blessing of the natural swordsman Daoguo, the sword energy was intertwined, and the sword light was like a waterfall!
"Benefactor, are you acting so evil in front of this poor monk?"

"It's really stupid!"

"The poor monk will kill you as a demon!"

Monk Fakong saw the demonic energy and visions of the ancient demons and five animals in Anle's revolving, and he couldn't help but say a cold word, and then he turned into a statue of an angry Vajra. In the Niwan Palace, there seemed to be a Buddha with his eyes open, and his eyes were full of Buddha's light!
The Buddha's light shines everywhere, trying to make the evil energy rising from Anle's body melt away!
Cut his fighting spirit!Disturb his state of mind!
However, the next moment, An Le's face was strange, and he handed out the green mountain in his hand, and a sword energy that was as bright as the sun was transpiring from his body.

The vision of the ancient demon is the vision carried in the martial arts, it is not a real monster, and it is not afraid of the Buddha's light.

What's more, An Le has a mighty sword spirit, so how can he be afraid of this kind of Buddha's light?
The Buddha's light shone on An Le's body, just like the light from a fire in a fireplace, it was rather warm, that's all.

An Le handed out the green mountain, the green mountain was suspended, and was hit by another palm.

"Broken sword."

An Le spat out the word "he" from her lips, and then struck Qingshan's sword hilt with her palm.

The awe-inspiring sword energy instantly crushed the Buddha's light bursting out from Fakong, and Qingshan melted the awe-inspiring sword energy, and stabbed it in the posture of collapsing swords.

Qingshan crashed into Fakong's body, and Fakong roared angrily, wanting to resist this terrible sword with the phantom of the golden body of the Vajra Arhat.

Haoran's sword energy and green hills made the attack extremely powerful. It directly penetrated Fakong's golden body of Arhat, penetrated his flesh and blood, and passed through his body, bringing up a cloud of blood.

The innate physical body of the five realms of forging body is really strong, but it still didn't fall down even though it was attacked by this.

However, Anle's offensive didn't stop at all.

With a movement of mind, the sword energy almost reappeared, and the ink pool that broke free from the Buddha's hand hid in the air, reappeared, shot out, and stabbed towards Fakong's palm.

Fakong's eyes were fierce, and he insisted on relying on his powerful physical body in the five realms of body forging to grasp the ink pool with his flesh.

As long as he blocks An Le's imposing two swords, it's time for him to fight back!
buzzing...

The ink pool trembled slightly, and let out a clear sword chant.

The corners of An Le's lips twitched, and he glanced at the captured ink pond. Inside the sword furnace in the Niwan Palace, Yuanshen opened his eyes, with the heart sword and sword embryo hanging in front of him, flicked his fingers, and spit out a sound.

Playing the sword is like playing the piano!
Temperament Five Kills!

"palace!"

The sound of five kills, blended into the ink pool sword energy!
Monk Fakong's heart trembled, and he wanted to let go, but it was too late. The ink pool trembled and burst out a terrifying annihilation sword energy.

His domineering sword-holding palm was directly blasted, blood, flesh and bones were all shattered.

Mochi took advantage of the momentum and plunged into Monk Fakong's arm, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

Ke Anle, the primordial spirit in the sword furnace between eyebrows, continued to flick the sword.

Play the second sword again and speak the second word sound!
The ink pool pierced into the arm of the monk Fakong, erupting sword chant, melting the sound of five kills, and exploding twice in a row!
With one explosion, Monk Fakong's entire arm disappeared!
In the second explosion, half of Monk Fakong's body was shattered!

Playing the sword is like playing the qin, and singing the sword is like the sound of the qin.

With the sound of five kills, attack the five realms of body forging!

Monk Fakong completely lost his chance to resist, and could no longer stop An Le's sword energy.

The drizzle was falling.

Watering the bombed half of the body, the eyes of the monk Fakong are full of disbelief.

Qingshan came back to Luaolai, holding the sword in his hand, blood and energy poured into the Qingshan, and the sword energy was gushing out, and he never talked nonsense with the dying monk Fakong, and wiped it with a sword.

A hot-blooded head rolled down immediately.

Fakong, the demon subduing master, died.

however.

After beheading Monk Fakong, An Le's aura suddenly rose, and he turned around slowly, turning his head to look at the hexagonal pagoda with double eaves towering over the lake.

Mind moved.

The ink pool roared out, and An Le stepped out, stepping on top of the ink pool.

The sword light raged and intertwined.

The white clothes and wide sleeves sway the spring breeze and rain and murderous intent.

Like that peerless sword fairy, rising from the sword, soaring upwards.

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