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Chapter 257: May the Young Man Wield the Sword Like a

Spark, Zhao Huangting Takes Revenge and Erases the Prince’s Mansion With His Sword (1)

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Three peerless first-grade Supreme Swords hung above the Sword Pool Lake. Waves rose on the lake, as if a hurricane was whistling past, causing waves!

Boundless sword qi, terrifying sword intent, and incomparably powerful Sword Dao pressure spread out from the three swords, forming a huge net.

Like three dragons with their heads sticking out of the lake, they stared at the broken bamboo sword in An Le’s hand in the middle of the lake.

This scene was rather strange. At least in the eyes of the people by the lake, it was somewhat incomprehensible.

After all, most people in the world did not know the name of the Bamboo Sword Green Mountain. Even the disciples of the Sword Pool Palace had never heard of this sword.

Only some sword forging masters of the older generation would know how strange this tattered bamboo sword was.

At this moment, when the bamboo sword wanted to be sharpened, it actually attracted three first-grade Supreme Swords in the world to release sword qi and sharpen their blades!

What kind of weapon in the world could withstand the sword qi of three first-grade Supreme Swords?

To a sword, the first-grade Supreme was already the limit. They had never heard of any treasure-level sword. Even the Sword Pool Palace, which had been passed down for a long time, had only forged a first-grade Supreme Sword in the past few thousand years.

A first-grade Supreme Sword was already a rare existence in the entire human world!

An Le floated above the Sword Pool Lake.

Three sword qi soared into the sky like three Heavenly Dragons, like three tornadoes that swept up water on the Sword Pool Lake.

An Le held Green Mountain and felt immense pressure. He did not even have the strength to move.

Under this pressure, the body of a fifth-stage Body Tempering cultivator was as fragile as a stone condensed from sand. It might shatter and fall to the ground with a touch.

An Le was incomparably calm at this moment. His thoughts were focused, just like when he first stepped onto the path of cultivation and entered meditation.

The sword qi in the world, the surging lake water, and the sword cry that froze his blood all clearly sounded in his ears.

He looked at the broken bamboo sword in his hand. This sword could be considered the first sword he had.

Green Mountain was raised high like a proud bamboo. Even when facing the three first-grade peerless swords in the world, it was still proud and disdainful.

Zhao Huangting brought An Le to Jinguan City and the main purpose of coming to the Sword Pool Palace was to sharpen Green Mountain.

This was one of Zhao Huangting’s wishes.

This Old Imperial Uncle, who had once been a playboy in the world, had stepped into the Sword Pool Palace four times but could not sharpen the bamboo sword.

As time passed, he reached the end.

The old man passed the sword to the youth. The youth finally held the sword and stood in the sky above the Sword Pool Lake, waiting for the sharpening.

This might be the last time the old man saw Green Mountain’s sharpening.

If he failed to sharpen again this time, the old man would never have the chance to look at this broken bamboo sword that had accompanied him for his entire life and reveal a sharpness that could shock the world!

An Le exhaled, and the surroundings were so quiet that only his exhalation could be heard.

For the sharpening of Green Mountain…

In that case, he would give it a try.

An Le looked at the three first-grade Supreme Swords, and a hint of determination gradually appeared in his eyes.

He slowly rotated the Green Mountain and pointed the tip of the sword down. Although every inch of his flesh and blood was under pressure, as the scriptures of the Green Mountain Ancient Scripture crawled all over his body,

That oppressive feeling gradually disappeared like a breeze.

Under everyone’s gazes.

Everyone by the Sword Pool Lake could see the handsome young man with a bare upper body. His hair fluttered and golden scriptures intertwined all over his body. He was like a furious Vajra of the Buddhist Sect. He held a bamboo sword and floated on the lake like a god.

The water in the lake that was intertwined with sword qi immediately rose, supporting the young man leaning on the sword.

An Le, who was covered in ancient scriptures, held the bamboo sword and suddenly stomped down.

It was as if an invisible sword qi had exploded.

Another stomp!

He lowered his body and the lake water that supported his body was pressed to the surface of the lake.

Finally, the third stomp!

His figure and the bamboo sword shot straight to the bottom of the Sword Pool like a cannonball. With a bang, it caused a circle of white waves to explode in the lake!

The three floating first-grade Supreme Swords, Inherited Shadow, Dragon Abyss, and Swallow Returns to the Nest, let out brilliant sword cries and all fell into the lake, pulling up three falling white waves, instantly causing a violent explosion!

By the lake, many people could not help but let out an uproar. They subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to observe the situation in the lake. However, just as they took a step, they felt a sharp sword qi sweep over.

It made their faces turn red and they could not help but retreat.

Due to his excitement, Lu Shisan took a few more steps and his face turned red from the impact of the sword qi. He could not help but cough up a mouthful of blood.

Three first-grade Supreme sword qi was not something Lu Shisan, who did not have the protection of Green Mountain, could withstand.

After the third bloodbath in front of the Sword Bell, Lu Shisan coughed up blood again. However, he was not worried at all. Instead, he was extremely shocked.

“This sword qi… Can Brother An really withstand it? Will he be strangled to death?” Lu Shisan exclaimed in shock.

Lu Ziwei, who was ranked first on Dali’s Star Rankings, also took a step forward. She slowly raised her slender and fair palm and extended it towards the aftershock of the sword qi interweaving on the lake.

Qi Blood surged and intertwined as her mental power filled the air like starlight!

However, she was still cut by the sword qi. A sword mark immediately appeared on her snow-white jade-like palm, and blood gushed out.

She immediately retracted her hand, and shock appeared in her calm eyes like Lu Shisan.

“For the next period of time, don’t even think about approaching the Sword Pool Lake.”

Wang Yansheng, who had forged the first-grade Supreme Sword, Swallow Returns to the Nest, was now smug. When he saw Lu Ziwei’s actions, he smiled faintly and said..