The ink pool in An Le's hand was taken from the Sixth Mountain. It was personally gifted by the Lord of the Sixth Mountain. Although its rank is not high, people dare not underestimate it.

As for the other tattered bamboo sword pinned to the young man's waist, it is not so eye-catching. What threat can the tattered old bamboo sword pose?

Perhaps it was just a plaything carved out by the elders of the family when the boy was young. It had extraordinary significance, so it was worn by the boy as a symbol of his dream of traveling the world with a sword.

Zhushan naturally didn't know the origin of the bamboo sword. Even Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe who were in the chariot in the distance had no memory of the broken bamboo sword.

They simply could not connect the broken bamboo sword on the young man's waist with the centuries-old sword of the legendary figure of the Zhao Dynasty.

Therefore, when Zhushan released the surging energy and blood that was smelted into pills, his whole mind was locked on the ink pool in Anle's hand, observing and predicting Anle's next attack technique.

But Zhushan, who had been locking the ink pond, suddenly found that the ink pond was missing. Like a thick ball of ink, it blended into the dark night and disappeared without a trace. It disappeared in front of your eyes and disappeared in your mind!

A sense of threat that made his hair stand on end suddenly surged into his heart!

Where is the sword?!

A gust of wind blows, and sharpness emerges out of thin air!

Stars sprinkled down from thousands of feet, splashing in front of Zhushan, and a sword light appeared from the darkness along with the starlight.

The sword tip, sword body, sword ring, sword hilt...the complete sword suddenly appeared out of thin air, flying from the sky!

Like a black lightning flashing across the endless night!

too close!

As the sword approached, Zhushan realized that in just a moment, the threat of death spread to every corner of his mind!

The muscles seemed to have become stiff under the fear of death!

But Zhushan did not give up. He wanted his husband to leave Lin'an safely, so how could he fail at the first attempt?

So what's the point of him coming here to fight for his husband?

On the contrary, it will put the husband in a dilemma!

A low roar, like the vent of a beast at the end of its rope, was cast into the Dantian of the Zhushan Mountain. The round inner elixir of Qi and blood was rotated at high speed, squeezing and pushing out the majestic Qi and blood power from every corner of the body!

The burly body and knotted muscles suddenly bulged and bulged at this moment. The skin, muscles, and spiritual bones exploded with strength, and the body was forcibly twisted, and the knotted muscles twisted like twists!

puff!!!

Unexpectedly, Mochi passed through Zhushan's shoulder, brought up a cloud of blood, cut open Zhushan's skin and flesh, followed by the sword chant and the sword chant that chopped up the blood beads, cut off a corner of the bamboo hat on Zhushan's head.

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Zhushan's Qi and blood burned like fire, his legs plunged into the bluestone, cracking the ground, and his body spun around before stopping.

Mo Chi followed a burst of sword light and returned to the boy in white, floating quietly.

Zhushan gasped violently, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He was a warrior in the third level of body forging, and his energy and blood were melted into inner elixir. However, his advantage of energy and blood was completely unable to be used, and he was suppressed in a confrontation.

A pool of ink is like a poisonous snake in the dark night.

"Sword control? Refining the gods and transcending the world?!"

Zhushan looked at the young man in disbelief.

However, Anle did not respond to him. Now that Zhushan has made a decision, he must be responsible for his own decision.

Anle raised his hand and tapped the sword of Mochi with his finger. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and Mochi disappeared into the night again.

Like a top assassin, always waiting for the opportunity to kill with one strike.

"No, your mind has not reached the realm of transcendence. It is the same as mine. This is not a sword!"

Zhushan took a deep breath and his body began to move again.

Under the skin, every pore is exuding misty blood, turning into an intertwined blood python, circling at high speed, controlled by the mind, always on guard against the ink pool piercing out of the darkness.

Zhushan understands that he must be close to Anle and suppress it with a higher level of body training to have a chance!

An Le's physical training skills have only broken through the second realm at the foot of the Sixth Mountain. Once he gets close, he is sure to beat An Le to death!

Qi and blood clung to the broad-faced sword, and Zhushan's spirit was stimulated by the ink pool hidden in the darkness like a taut string.

boom!!!

The Zhushan moved, the bluestone beneath his feet exploded, and his figure pulled up blood mist, rushing towards Anle.

Anle, dressed elegantly in white, raised her hand and pressed it lightly, her mind as silk as a thread.

The breeze is coming, the sword energy is approaching!

In an instant, the stars spread out and the ink pool reappeared!

It's like a painter putting a drop of ink on a white paper.

Extremely cunning, it emerged from the side of Zhushan's neck, and the sharp sword energy was breathed out, breaking through Zhushan's energy and blood in an instant.

Anle's mind was so strong that it was infinitely close to the third realm of refining the gods. This was something Zhushan had never expected. This oppression made him feel cold all over.

However, he was unwilling to give up. He had a reason to succeed. Only by succeeding could his husband leave Lin'an Mansion safely, even if he had to pay the price with his life!

With a roar, Zhushan was still running wildly.

The molten inner elixir energy and blood intertwined on his body surface were squeezed violently, turning into a python that roared and crashed into the ink pool.

I want to flush away the ink pool!

However, Anle's mind surged, and the heaven and earth seemed to be filled with dense silk-like sword energy, like strings controlling the ink pond.

An Le pressed down with his palm.

Mo Chi trembled, and the speed of stabbing suddenly accelerated!

A clear sword chant burst out!

The sword's roar at this moment is like the neighing of a prairie wild horse!

The horse's hooves fell and the void exploded!

Zhushan's eyes narrowed, and he felt a wild horse as black as ink, rushing towards him unruly and unruly!

The speed was so fast that it was beyond his ability to sense.

Mo Chi is the sword of calligraphy and painting. An Le painted the painting "Galloping Horse" to nourish the sword spirit of Mo Chi, which contains the meaning of galloping horse!

The blending of sword energy and calligraphy and painting creates an unprecedented phenomenon!

Zhushan's hair trembled. Even with his Qi, Blood and Inner Elixir cultivation, he couldn't dodge this sword.

The blood dragon python was beheaded!

The membrane was broken open and blood spurted out!

But Zhushan's eyes were red and he didn't care. In his fiery eyes, there was only the boy bathing in the starlight in the dark night!

"kill!!!"

The neck was penetrated by the ink pool, the blood vessels were chopped off, and blood surged like pillars!

However, Anle's eyes narrowed slightly.

But I saw that the flesh and blood on Zhushan's neck was like a thousand forged fine iron, blocking the ink pool!

Boundless strength exploded with a bang, Zhu Shan had an ink pool stuck on his neck, he took a few big steps, breaking the bluestone step by step, like fierce scorpions in the forest, and finally approached An Le, the oppression of the Qi and Blood Inner Alchemy realm was like a mountain falling down!

The broad-faced knife in his hand struck fiercely.

This is the sword that combines all his faith, blood, fighting spirit and hope!

However, a tattered bamboo sword, with a smear of blood, emerged from the back of Zhushan Mountain. Then, with unrivaled momentum, a circle of ripples of energy burst out, and it was about to explode into the sky and explode the clouds!

The strength of the sword collapses!

The bamboo sword penetrated the body, shattering the inner elixir made of Zhushan's Qi and blood, and also wrapped up all of Zhushan's energy and strength.

The sword was weakly chopped down, but Anle gently slapped it away.

With a muffled sound, the broadsword struck Anle's side, leaving a mark on the bluestone and stirring up a breeze.

There was a big hole in Zhushan's burly body. He was holding a big knife, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his eyes were filled with blood and tears. He looked at the young man in front of him with complexity and guilt.

"Mr. An... please... please forgive Zhushan for the offense."

Anle looked at Zhushan, with a touch of gratitude and relief in his eyes.

"You and I are small people. We are like mayflies in this world. We have no control over everything."

"But there will eventually be someone in this world who is worth fighting for."

Anle said this.

"Mr. An...I'm sorry, I just want to live my life first."

"My husband once saved me from fire and water, and now I want to do my best... to let him return to the place where his dream began."

"I...that's all I can do."

Zhu Shanbian coughed up blood and said, "He doesn't complain about An Le. He wants to kill An Le. What's the point of complaining if he is killed?"
To be continued...