Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

The sword energy is like light rushing into the bullfight, and the heroic spirit reaches the sky and shatters the dusk clouds!

A white light soared into the sky, like a beam of light, pouring into the misty dusk clouds, as if it had knocked away the huge hollow vortex of the black clouds containing the spring rain.

Invincible power, heroic spirit, and awe-inspiring sword energy!

The three qi energy intertwined, and at this moment, on the Wanghu Tower, the young man's whole body was glowing, like a peerless immortal, holding a sword, wanting to cut away the injustice in his heart.

A man values ​​loyalty and is willing to use the sword with his hands!

The desire for peace and happiness was in his heart, so he would not hesitate too much and kill boldly. Ever since he stood up from the white jade embankment and the ink pond, he had been determined to kill.

The green mountain hummed, low and pleasant, although it was difficult to break through the defense of the Vajra Bell due to Anle's cultivation.

But the green mountain is naturally impressive, echoing An Le's furious mood, as if it has turned into a peerless sharp sword. Under the tattered bamboo blade, there is hidden pride that can kill all things.

This tattered bamboo sword of unknown rank seems to show its edge to the entire world. It is so sharp that even a third-grade defensive magic weapon cannot stop its edge!

Anle still felt that it was not safe, so he used some curiosity aroused by his heroic spirit to strengthen his own strength and cultivation.

[Haoqi Yin] Daoguo is Anle's real trump card. Even in the confrontation with Monk Fakong, it did not attract him at all.

Because for Anle, the heroic spirit is an external force that fights across large realms. Under the heroic spirit, the strength can be greatly increased.

Therefore, Anle easily did not use Hao Qi Yin, but this time, in order to break through the defense of the diamond bell, he pulled out a wisp of Hao Qi Yin's power.

There is not much heroic spirit, but one ray is of great importance.

Under a ray, the defense of the diamond bell, which should have been broken by practitioners of the Seventh Realm, was cut open by Anle at this moment!

Qin Qianqiu, who was hiding inside and didn't think he would encounter a death crisis, penetrated with a sword and nailed him to the ground!

The wooden boards on the floor of Wanghu Tower let out an overwhelmed whine, and seemed to be about to break apart.

An Le's sword-breaking strength, coupled with his heroic spirit, and the sharpness of Qingshan, finally broke Qin Qianqiu's turtle shell, and a mournful sound of bells and pans exploded around him.

All the golden light of the ancient clock around Qin Qianqiu dispersed, and the small clock pendant on his chest suddenly split into two halves, and the divine light disappeared.

Qin Qianqiu, who was hiding under the diamond bell, finally showed his physical form.

A sword pierced through the chest, bringing up a blooming bright red blood flower.

Red blood surged from the floor.

There was still a hint of disbelief in Qin Qianqiu's eyes. The world seemed to be quiet at this moment. He felt the bamboo sword passing through his chest, as if life and strength were quickly leaving his flesh and blood.

His cultivation did not form any obstacle or resistance in front of Anle.

The handsome young man in white clothes in front of me really wanted to kill him, and really dared to kill him!

Death was getting closer and closer to him.

In Qin Qianqiu's eyes, fear was like black ink poured into a clear pool of water, spreading rapidly and swallowing up the entire clear pool of water in an instant.

When he is on top, he can easily control the life and death of others and play with the lives of the weak.

However, when he falls into the dust and is close to death, he will also be afraid.

Even more frightened than the weak ones who were dominated and played by him!

"Spare...spare me..."

Qin Qianqiu was nailed to the ground, and the wooden floor behind him exploded into a shape like a Buddha's lotus. He raised his hands with difficulty and clasped his palms together as if to beg.

In the face of death, he was no more noble than anyone else.

Anle wears white clothes and the spring breeze blows, and the ink pool hangs on the shoulder.

He looked at Qin Qianqiu on the ground indifferently and said: "Again and again, never again. A gentleman repays grievances with honesty, and it is in line with my mood."

"The spirit, the heroic spirit, and the awe-inspiring sword energy all need to be in harmony. If they are to be in harmony, you will need to die."

An Le said.

"If you kill me... you will face the thunderous wrath of Qin Xiangfu! You will also attract the wrath of the eldest prince!"

Qin Qianqiu felt the murderous intention in the air, and could no longer hold back. He vomited blood and tears kept flowing.

He had never felt despair. He had been well clothed and well-fed since he was a child, and had been held in the palm of Prime Minister Qin's hands. He had felt endless glory and wealth. For the first time, he understood... the suffocation brought about by despair was really like an abyss.

Why didn't those civil servants in Qin Xiang's Mansion come to rescue him?

And why didn’t any of the military attachés and generals under the eldest prince come to rescue him?

Qin Qianqiu no longer knew, and he couldn't control that much. He was so noble, and he finally began to beg for mercy in a low voice.

However, An Le has made up his mind. If he does not kill Qin Qianqiu today, his entire spirit will be shaken, unable to stabilize, or even collapse. This is definitely not what he wants to see.

Today's incident has become a big deal. With his mental perception, he can clearly sense the many powerful Yuan Shen Qi machines outside Wanghu Tower. The Yuan Shen is like a bright sun, and his mind is so fierce that it seems to overthrow the West Lake. water.

However, these strong men were all stopped by Li Youan and stopped outside Wanghu Tower.

Obviously, Li Youan was creating favorable conditions for him.

If Anle shrinks back at this moment, or stops holding the sword out of fear or weakness, it will not only chill his heart, but also dampen his spirit.

There was also the old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple who stood up for him, and Li Youan who blocked many powerful people for him.

Isn't it because of their youthful spirit that they took action for him?

For that soaring pride? !

Qin Qianqiu's begging for mercy was reflected in Anle's eyes. Outside Wanghu Tower, there was also a powerful practitioner's soul vibrating and shouting, telling Anle to calm down and not to kill him.

However, Anle no longer listens.

Mochi slowly sank, the tip of the sword pointed down, and under the control of his mind, it hung above Qin Qianqiu's head.

Qin Qianqiu's eyes tightened, staring at the sword suspended above his head, a chill and despair spreading throughout his body.

"No!"

Qin Qianqiu growled.

The ink pool fell, instantly piercing Qin Qianqiu's eyebrows, penetrating his head sharply, and piercing the wooden floor of the Lookout Lake Tower.

Qin Qianqiu's roar and vitality were cut off almost instantly.

The Qi in Anle's body was running more smoothly at this moment, and the spring breeze suddenly surged in the Wanghu floor, blowing up his clothes.

The heroic spirit poured into the cloud flow began to slowly dissipate, but the brilliant sword energy became clearer and purer as if after a baptism.

The most important thing is that the young man's spirit is no longer blocked at this moment, and he can reach the gods.

at the same time.

In front of Anle's eyes, a blue light curtain appeared.

The feedback brought about by the fearless mind path fruit.

Killing Monk Fakong, who was in the fifth realm of body forging, naturally brought good feedback. Under Anle's white clothes, his body seemed to be making the sound of gold and iron clashing, and a majestic energy and blood surged in the body. , spurting out from the inner elixir, traveling all over the body, causing the body to evaporate with heat.

The round inner elixir hangs in the Dantian, and vaguely, ancient demonic tigers roar and fall into the stars, ferocious beasts shake mountains, demon apes roar in empty valleys, and other strange phenomena emerge and merge into the Dantian.

The four realms of physical training, martial arts, and mystical meaning are all natural.

Most of the mystical meanings of martial arts are inseparably related to one's own physical training method. The so-called mysterious meaning is actually the understanding of the essence of the method. When the essence is understood, the circulation of Qi and blood can burst out mysterious phenomena.

It is similar to a mirage-like illusion formed when Qi and blood are steaming.

This is the mysterious meaning of martial arts. Although it is an illusion, it can play an unexpected role if it is added to the attack during the battle.

An Le studied the "Ancient Demon Five Birds Sutra", and now he naturally understands the profound meaning of martial arts, which is the Ancient Demon Five Birds, integrating the five birds' visions into the Dantian.

At this moment, Anle's body training cultivation was reflected by the [Fearless Heart] Dao Fruit, and a wave of pure energy spread throughout his body, completely breaking through the barriers, comprehending the profound meaning of martial arts, and stepping into the fourth realm of body training!

As for the realm of refining the gods, because he had just condensed his soul, the feedback from Qing Qi had improved him a lot, but he was still far behind in reaching the realm of refining the gods.

However, Anle's Yuan Shen became much stronger under the feedback of Qing Qi. He sat on the Heart Sword embryo like a real god.

His mind moved slightly.

Qingshan and Mochi rose from Qin Qianqiu's body and returned to his side.

The sword body trembled slightly, shaking off the blood stained on it. Anle pinned the two swords to his waist, and his hair and white clothes rustled in the strong wind above the tall building.

In Wanghu Tower, Wang Qinhe lay on the ground, staring blankly at Anle who broke the diamond bell without hesitation and killed Qin Qianqiu.

At this moment, a chill surged from Wang Qinhe's heart. Of course, what was more, there was a sense of sadness. Seeing his friend die beside him, his mind suffered an extremely strong impact.

He still didn't understand why Anle insisted on killing Qin Qianqiu.

Killing Qin Qianqiu would be tantamount to completely angering Prime Minister Qin. When the time comes, Prime Minister Qin will definitely be as angry as a mountain falling apart. Even though there is someone behind An Le, he will definitely not be able to protect him all the time.

With Prime Minister Qin's methods, Anle will eventually be killed.

The conflict between the Lin Mansion and Prime Minister Qin's Mansion was due to the death of the eldest son of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion. Now, Anle has killed Prime Minister Qin's favorite child.

This hatred is completely beyond redemption.

Today's Anle is too insignificant in front of Prime Minister Qin. The power of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion is so great that Anle cannot imagine it. In the huge Lin'an City, many dignitaries and dignitaries are entangled in power with Prime Minister Qin.

Both the Academy of Literature and the Martial Arts Temple were filled with people who were prime ministers of Qin.

From today on, peace and happiness will be hard to come by in Lin'an.

No, if Qin Qianqiu is killed, Anle will not even have a tomorrow...

Lin Mansion Hua Jie Bing cannot keep her peace and happiness.

"Why do you have to kill?" Wang Qinhe asked, looking at Anle standing on the Wanghu Tower with a sword.

Anle did not turn her head to look at him, but replied calmly: "Just like what I said to you, it's just a feeling in my heart."

"It was Qin Qianqiu who wanted to kill me over and over again. I only responded to him once. Those who kill will always kill. Since he chose to kill me, didn't he think that he would pay the price?"

"You said, if I am killed by Qin Qianqiu, will the laws of Zhao punish Qin Qianqiu for me and make him pay for my life? Probably not, because he is a powerful person and the relationships behind him are complicated. He has a status and identity that is unimaginable and beyond the reach of ordinary people.”

"If you kill me, you may encounter some trouble and pay a lot of price, but Qin Qianqiu will not die. Prime Minister Qin will protect him and save his life."

"Although it costs a lot, for the powerful... it only takes some time to recover."

"So, do you think it's fair? Can I agree with you?"

"So I don't think about the weighing of pros and cons, or the wind and rain that I will face after killing Qin Qianqiu."

"I just want my mind to be clear and my thoughts to be clear."

After Anle finished speaking, he stopped talking, took one step forward, and his body suddenly fell rapidly from the top of Wanghu Tower.

As he approached the ground, his mind surged around him, slowly stopping his falling body and landing smoothly.

With a sword on his waist, Anle glanced at the powerful minds suspended one after another in the sky, with no emotion on his face.

Li Youan was sitting in the void, with a star-studded Qianbai Fury across his leg. He looked at the young man's high spirits, his heroic spirit, spirit and awe-inspiring sword energy, which were as bright as the scorching sun. He couldn't help but feel a hint of admiration at the corner of his lips. smile.

In his eyes, Qin Qianqiu was nothing at all, so what if he was the heir of Qin Xiang? He is just a useless junior who is just waiting to die, relying on his arrogant family background.

But Anle is different. Today, Anle's sword fell, killing Qin Qianqiu, and he had a clear idea. Such courage and heroism made Li Youan unable to help but move.

That character of not bowing his eyebrows and bending his waist is indeed consistent with Qingshan, no wonder he can win Qingshan's favor.

On this day, he, Li Youan, used his sword to stop him, and he had indeed not wasted his efforts.

The Yuan Shen, who was floating in the air all over the sky, trembled slightly, Qin Qianqiu was dead.

This man really broke the diamond bell and killed Qin Qianqiu in front of everyone.

Kill Prime Minister Qin’s favorite heir!

At this moment, the whole Lin'an is probably going to be uneasy.

Anle stood at the bottom of Wanghu Tower, dressed in white, facing the direction of the West Lake, with a face as calm as water.

One after another, the spirit of Wen Sanguan has not receded, and they all stared at Anle with ferocious eyes. In their opinion, it was enough for Anle to kill Monk Fakong to vent his anger, and there was no need to kill Qin Qianqiu.

This is no longer just a matter of impulse, but also a kind of reckless recklessness!

Once Qin Qianqiu dies, Anle is destined to have a hard time living!

The sky above Qin Xiang's Mansion.

Zhao Huangting, the old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, burst into laughter and snatched away the bamboo branches in an instant, leaving only the Prime Minister Qin's mansion, which fell into silence because of Qin Qianqiu's death.

In the Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, the spirits of many powerful staff members were shaken. A gloomy atmosphere filled the air. Their minds were intertwined, and their anger was building up, like low dusk clouds in summer, accumulating thunder and heavy rain!

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Lin Mansion, Qingfeng Garden.

Fourth Master Lin is painting a horse, and what he is tracing is the ink picture of a galloping horse drawn by Anle. Although the painting is not good-looking, and does not even look like it, a long-lost spirit slowly emerges between the words and ink.

He saw the heroic spirit that burst out from Wanghu Tower, rushed into the sky, and stirred Mu Yun.

The corners of the lips were slightly raised, as if the withered heart had been missing for a long time. At this moment, bathing in the spring rain, it glowed with new vitality, sprouted green leaves and buds, and ushered in a new spring.

No longer painting horses, Fourth Master Lin wore plain clothes, walked to a corner of the house, and took out a hatchet. He sat by the pool, facing a whetstone, and began to sharpen the hatchet.

It had been too long since he had wielded the hatchet. The hatchet might have become rusty and worn away. He needed to sharpen the hatchet again so that this huge Lin'an could see his Fourth Master Lin's knife again.

The sword of Yuanmeng Prince Consort.

The clear crunching sound of sharpening knives resounded throughout the Qingfeng Garden, accompanied by a cheerful mood and joy.

Killing the son of Prime Minister Qin is really a satisfying thing.

After sharpening the knife, Fourth Master Lin took a look at the wild horse he had traced, and a sense of unruliness and wantonness suddenly emerged from his body.

He laughed loudly, picked up the hatchet, and took a step forward.

With just one step, he left the Lin Mansion brazenly.

The hatchet was swung out, and suddenly there was a majestic sword energy across Lin'an. In the void, there was a sudden roar and a vibration of the soul. It only took a moment to return to peace, and then blood flowers splashed out, and one by one the hidden strong men , was hacked to death by Fourth Master Lin with a hatchet.

It's like being on a frontier battlefield, in the long sand, chopping people is like chopping wood.

These are all practitioners secretly sent by Prime Minister Qin to monitor Lin Mansion.

What Mrs. Yu endured, my sister-in-law also endured, but... Today, Lin Silang couldn't bear it anymore.

Just in time, it also stirred up a gust of wind, supporting the young man who just wanted a mouthful of satisfaction!

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In the imperial study room.

Qin Xiang was wearing an official robe, sitting on a chair, playing chess with the majestic and noble being opposite.

The scent of sandalwood is faint, and only the sound of pieces falling on the chessboard can be heard from time to time.

Qin Xiang was fully immersed in playing chess with His Majesty. He knew that being called to the palace today was undoubtedly because of the Chunwei fraud that caused a lot of fuss last time.

Qin Lishi had an unshirkable responsibility for that matter. The emperor wanted him to enter the palace to hammer it out. This matter was indeed not handled well. If Qin Lishi had not replaced the Minister of Rites, the Chunwei fraud case would not have been solved. will happen.

Qin Lishi has a very low attitude. He has different attitudes and ways of dealing with different people.

"Your Majesty, the list of A- and B-ranking scholars for the Spring Imperial Examination has been summarized. The ten A-ranking scholars who participated in the examination in front of the palace have all been located, and the results will be released today." Qin Xiang said with a soft smile.

Perhaps because of the fraud case, the actions of the Ministry of Rites were much cleaner.

"Prime Minister Qin released a question in this Spring Examination. Is it about the Northern Expedition? Can you pick your favorite answer?"

The emperor nodded slightly, then gently lowered his hand, looked at the chess game that had already concluded, and asked some questions.

Prime Minister Qin was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I have never advocated the Northern Expedition across the Yangtze River. Let's not talk about the war, which will waste people and money, but simply say that once a war starts, the Western Liang Kingdom and Dali Kingdom, which are eyeing each other, will not sit back and watch. Of."

"The two fathers and sons of the Xiliang Kingdom who were possessed by martial arts were like demons wreaking havoc, infecting the entire country and turning everyone in the Xiliang Kingdom into soldiers. They did not dare to take the initiative to attack Yuanmeng, but once our great Zhao and Yuanmeng If we start a war, the crazy father and son will definitely dare to bring a large army to invade Zhao."

"There is also the country of Dali. The unparalleled national master can split the sky with one finger. He can borrow the power of the stars in the sky to enter the human world. He borrows the power of the immortals behind the Tianmen. It cannot last long. Da Zhao and When Yuan and Meng go to war, this national advisor will definitely send troops towards Da Zhao in an effort to expand the scope of Dali’s sky, which can be increased by the power of the stars.”

"It makes no sense for me, Zhao, to send troops like a tiger."

"It is great to maintain the current prosperity and live and work in peace and contentment."

Prime Minister Qin lowered his eyebrows and said, making his thoughts and theories very clear.

As for whether this was the case, it was unknown, but in front of the emperor, he wanted to show that everything he said was sincere.

Suddenly, outside the imperial study, a Diao Si hurried in.

After looking at Prime Minister Qin, he walked to the emperor's side.

Prime Minister Qin was talking to the emperor in the imperial study, so naturally he did not dare to release his mind to observe the external situation at will.

But what Diao Si said next made Qin Xiang's face tremble, and he couldn't hold the chess pieces firmly.

"Your Majesty, the An family member who wrote a collection of poems killed Qin Qianqiu, the young master of Prime Minister Qin, on Wanghu Tower."

Diao Si's words were like thunder exploding in Qin Lishi's ears, and the buzzing sound shook his spirit and consciousness.

Did he die again?

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Cao Fu, the young minister of Dali Temple, came with a thief-capturing knife on his shoulder, his expression solemn.

When he learned that Anle was facing the demon-suppressing master Fa Kong Monk who had entered the city by the West Lake, he was still calm. This was a normal challenge.

When Anle killed the demon-subduing master, Monk Fakong, Cao Fu didn't care. He challenged the dead because Monk Fakong was not as skilled as others. Although Anle was a street murderer, there was no need to go online. Lin Mansion was standing behind him, holding For the little holy order, killing the opponent in the challenge is not a big deal.

However, when Anle Yujian rose into the sky and tried to kill Qin Qianqiu with the spirit of a young man and the heroic spirit of Qianyun, Cao Fu's heart trembled and he could no longer calm down.

Unfortunately, when he arrived, what Cao Fu saw was the spotless young man in white who jumped down from Wanghu Tower.

Anle looked at Cao Fu and nodded slightly.

Cao Fu's expression was extremely complicated at this moment. As a young minister of Dali Temple, An Lexing murdered Qin Qianqiu. He violated the laws of Zhao and should be captured and detained.

Several officers and soldiers from Dali Temple, dressed in official uniforms, rushed to the Watching Lake Tower under the instruction of Cao Fu, and soon confirmed the news that Qin Qianqiu was dead.

Cao Fu looked at the young man who was so arrogant and energetic. For a moment, his expression was complicated and he didn't know what to say.

Killing two people in one day, killing Monk Fakong is nothing, but killing Qin Qianqiu... Then the matter will not be rectified. Qin Qianqiu is Prime Minister Qin's favorite heir. With this death... How can Prime Minister Qin not be furious!

An Le is finished. He will definitely not be able to escape now. He will definitely fall into prison. With the power and means of Prime Minister Qin, the Lin Mansion will not be able to protect An Le in the prison.

A high-spirited young man who has gathered invincible power and wants to follow the path of becoming a legendary champion... I am afraid that he will perish and his reputation in Lin'an will also come to an abrupt end.

"An everyone...you...you shouldn't...sigh."

Cao Fu was a little helpless, even though he admired Anle very much, but this time... Anle was really doomed.

On the sky.

The hearts of many literary officials dropped, and the voices of angry shouts and reprimands echoed around the Wanghu Tower.

"Cao Shaoqing, this son ignored the laws of the Zhao Dynasty and killed the son of the Prime Minister of Qin. What are you still doing? This is a serious crime. He will be put in shackles and escorted to the Dali Temple prison!"

A fourth-grade prose official was serving as a doctor, Yuanshen spoke sharply.

Immediately, voices fell one after another.

The powerful officials behind Qin Qianqiu appeared one after another, their auras coming like mountains.

In fact, a huge and majestic momentum surged forward, and Cao Fu felt a familiar figure appear behind him.

Minister of Dali Temple!

The extremely cold and stern Minister of Dali Temple did not say much, his eyes fell on Anle, and the powerful power of the soul was released, with a flick of his finger.

Then a green light surged, and shackles were placed on An Le's body.

but.

As soon as the shackles were placed on An Le's body, a bamboo stick suddenly fell down, piercing the shackles. With a crash, the shackles that had just been placed on An Le's body crashed to the ground.

An old man with white hair and white eyebrows in plain clothes suddenly appeared next to An Le.

The old man's body was thin and skinny. Standing alone behind Anle, he was able to overcome the mountainous oppression formed by the spirits of many powerful officials behind Qin Qianqiu.

Many officials were stunned into silence.

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