Now that you have done it, there is no reason to wash your hands with a golden basin. Fan Xian's eyes became brighter and brighter, there was no distracting thought in his mind, it was all about his extremely vigorous fighting spirit and his state of being pushed to the top. With the sword of the Great Wei emperor in hand, the world may not have it, but at least he has the ambition and ambition to break through the world - and the unfathomable great master emperor in front of him, in Fan Xian's eyes, is the world.
The heavy snow like goose feathers fluttered and fell in the cold palace. Suddenly, four sword lights illuminated the slightly dark world, and four unpredictable and strange traces appeared in the sky. In each trace, there was a The palpitating light of the sword made it impossible to tell which of the four swords came first and which came later.
But different from the killing intent contained in these four sword lights, the sword moves away freely, but it is mixed with the wind and snow of the world, and the antelope hangs its horns.
In an instant, Fan Xian had already floated in front of His Majesty the Emperor. The shirt on his right arm was whistling, and every muscle under the shirt violently burst out with the most astonishing energy. Four Swords!
The four sword intents escaped from the sky and the earth, and each sword pierced into a snowflake floating between the sky and the earth, and then pierced His Majesty's hair, the side of his sleeve, the front of the emperor's shoes, and outside of the dragon robe... all pierced. null!
In an instant, all four swords stabbed empty, especially the last sword was only an inch away from His Majesty's lower abdomen, but this inch distance seemed to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains. No longer turbulent, no longer close.
His Majesty the Emperor flicked his sleeves slightly, and in front of the four swords illuminating the gloomy palace in winter, he danced on the snow in an extremely chic and casual way. It's an understatement, but it's so clever that he got away from Fan Xian, who had already gained momentum. After a long time, the four swords were released like lightning.
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It wasn't the Sigu sword that looked forward and ignored the future, but the four swords that Fan Xian stabbed out in an instant, more of the atmosphere of being close to heaven and earth, so that under the cover of the wind and snow, with the help of snowflakes, Castration, as fast as lightning, and as smooth as snow, stabbed at Emperor Qing's body, forcing His Majesty not to launch a thunderous counterattack immediately.
These four sword breaths did not have the cold-blooded killing intent of Dongyi City's Sword House, but they were close to each other, which gave Fan Xian a chance to get close. Inflicting any damage to the emperor, the opponent didn't even take a step back, and he still stood there calmly and soberly, as if he hadn't moved before.
The cultivation level of the Grand Master is indeed not at a level that ordinary people can touch. In front of the four swords that escaped by taking advantage of the power of heaven and earth, His Majesty the Emperor actually resolved it so easily.
The tip of the Great Wei Tianzi Sword kept humming and trembling in front of the bright yellow dragon robe, as if feeling a kind of despair and frustration, wanted to bow his head to accept his fate, but was unwilling, struggling desperately, the sword pierced through The four flakes of snowflakes also began to show signs of sporadic bodies.
Unlike the sword in his hand, Fan Xian did not have the slightest disappointed expression on his face, and his face was still calm, while the light in his eyes suddenly faded away, turning into a deathly bleakness, ruthless and emotionless. , only the meaning of killing.
His eyes were like Si Gu Jian's murderous intent, piercing through the green trees and reaching the sky. There was no trace of mixed emotions, only indifference. The sword in his hand also turned into a dead thing at this moment, a murder weapon that non-sages cannot use, a deathly coldness made the four scattered snowflakes on the sword instantly turn into a piece of frost, condensed Like a mirror.
The clothes on the right shoulder were suddenly torn, and a series of crackling sounds suddenly sounded. The two Zhoutians in Fan Xian's body were running rapidly, clashing and struggling with each other, breaking through the shoulder acupoint, passing through the Yangming Meridian directly to the elbow, reaching the wrist gate, and sending the sword hilt.
His right arm seemed to be thrown out, violently, and he used the sword with the force of splitting the coffin! The sword, which was already at the end of the mountain, was once again in full bloom, and suddenly grew a foot, piercing Emperor Qing's dragon robe!
This is the real sword, the sword that Si Gu Jian bestowed on Fan Xian before his death. Kill the king if you don't do it for the world!
In the cold palace, there was a blizzard, and the Great Wei Tianzi Sword also turned into a snow sword. It was extremely cold and decisive, leaving no retreat, no opportunity to turn around, and pierced through without any hesitation!
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The palpitating sound of friction sounded for only a moment, but it sounded like countless years in Fan Xian's ears, and it finally stopped.
Two extremely well-maintained fingers, like white jade buds, clamped the Great Wei Tianzi Sword steadily and coldly. The sound of rubbing is the sound between the cold sword body and these two fingers. The frost on half of the sword body has been pinched off by the fingers. At this time, the two fingers are caught in the middle of the sword body. Fog was rising from the two fingers!
Even though His Majesty the Emperor is a great master, he would not underestimate Fan Xian's sword, because this sword was too indifferent, too blood-thirsty, and the blade actually broke through two of his fingers, forcing his way forward. Walk half the distance of the blade.
After all, the emperor took a step back, but there was still an inch of distance between his body and the tip of the Great Wei Tianzi Sword. Fan Xian still couldn't break through this inch and really touch the dragon robe of His Majesty the Emperor.
The emperor looked indifferently at his son who was close at hand, and some frost had condensed on the beard under his chin, making him look particularly terrifying. The knuckles of the two fingers holding the Great Wei Emperor's Sword were slightly white, and they were extremely majestic, with a majestic and domineering true energy like thousands of lakes, thousands of rivers, and thousands of rivers, gushing out from these two fingers.
With a slight bend, the extremely sharp Great Wei Tianzi Sword was bent like noodles between the fingers of His Majesty the Emperor! However, after all, the Great Wei Tianzi Sword was the most precious treasure of the royal family back then, and under the suppression of such a terrifying master, it has not been disconnected yet!
Fan Xian was very close to His Majesty the Emperor. He maintained a small lunge posture, with his right leg slightly receded and squatted low. His whole body maintained a perfect line without showing any flaws. Feel.
However, he is holding the Great Wei Tianzi Sword in his hand. He is not the Sigu Sword after all. This sword is not his own, but it is connected to his body. At this moment, it looks like a very beautiful big character, and suddenly there are many flaws. the rest of the pen.
Violent true energy like a great river surged from the sword of the Emperor of Wei, and blood spurted from Fan Xian's tiger's mouth, but he did not withdraw his sword, because he knew that at this time, the will to fight the first battle, and the will to fight again, could not be defeated by the enemy. Duo, the indifference in his eyes became more and more intense, and the true energy in his body began to spurt out violently.
Fan Xianyong did not withdraw his sword, however, His Majesty withdrew his finger.
The Great Wei Tianzi Sword, which was bent to the point of hatred, bounced like lightning, and cut towards Fan Xian's face like a whip. Fan Xian could clearly see the extremely bright sword in his pupils. Light.
And the frost on the half of the sword also split open immediately with this bomb, and exploded on the sword of the Great Wei Tianzijian, turning into countless fine ice chips, which exploded between the emperor and Fan Xian!
With a scream, Fan Xian loosened his grip, his wrist drooped like lightning, and he held the sword hilt backwards. His footsteps below him strayed eight steps in a row on the snow, kicking the golden eaves upside down, looking up to retreat!
However, when he raised his head, the perfect and ruthless defense that he had organized before was immediately melted away, and his movements were messed up for a while.
The figure of His Majesty the Emperor roared like a gust of wind, and rushed straight at Fan Xian's body. It was nothing unusual, and he punched him with a simple punch, directly hitting Fan Xian's chest!
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With a muffled sound, Fan Xian's body was blasted out by this seemingly understated punch, and his whole body was turned into a snowflake fluttering in the sky, fluttering and miserably, without strength, changing in the air He broke countless figures, turned seven or eight somersaults upside down, skimmed across the deserted garden and snow field of tens of feet, and finally landed tragically on the snow field far away.
A large expanse of snow was thrown up and dozens of dead grasses were crushed. Fan Xian clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. However, he still stood firmly, staring at His Majesty the Emperor in the distance.
No one can fly dozens of feet in the air without reason, even if His Majesty's kingly killing fist, that huge force is so powerful that he can't resist, it is impossible to knock a person horizontally for dozens of feet. Husband.
Because the human body is important, after all, it cannot be a real snowflake. On Dadongshan, even if Sigujian was punched and flew by Emperor Qing, Sigujian rolled out like a stone in Dongshan Qing Temple, crashing miserably. The bell rang.
And who can fly so far in the air like Fan Xian did before—it's really like snowflakes.
The emperor glanced indifferently at the official boot he was holding in his hand, and frowned slightly as he looked at the cold, reflective metal point protruding from the toe of the boot. He punched Fan Xian in the chest earlier, and at the same time Fan Xian was sent flying, he had the intention of exchanging his life for his life, so he kicked out from under his shirt very insidiously. Obviously fed with poison.
The emperor threw his boots into the snow, squinted his eyes and looked at Fan Xian who was struggling in the distance, and said, "Small means cannot accomplish great things."
Fan Xian coughed twice and coughed up blood. With some difficulty, he took out a thin steel plate from the chest of his shirt, threw it on the snow at his feet, and said, "But small means can save lives."
On the fine steel sheet, a handprint has already been struck, but it is very strange that it is not the fist print of His Majesty the Emperor, but the imprint on the back of a horizontal palm.
When the emperor's kingly punch was about to hit Fan Xian's chest, apart from Fan Xian's sinister kick from the bottom of his shirt, his left arm slid naturally in the wind and snow, and landed on his body extremely quickly. Before, protect before the vital point.
However, his big coffin-split Sanshou was not the opponent of His Majesty's master's powerful punch. It was broken like a broken seal. His Majesty's fist oppressed his palm, and finally hit him hard. On his chest, that's why he left the mark on the back of the horizontal palm.
There was an iron plate hidden in the chest, and at the last moment, he mobilized the Tianyi True Qi in Xiao Zhoutian to protect his heart veins, coupled with the cushion of his own palm, finally let Fan Xian save his life under such a terrifying punch. .
The battle between Qing Emperor Fan Xian's father and son only started for an instant, and they were already tens of feet apart. Looking at each other through the wind and snow, the winner has already been decided. No matter how well prepared Fan Xian was, the huge gap in strength and the magic of a great master cannot be made up for by hard work.
From the moment he drew his sword, Fan Xian successively used Tianyi's method of borrowing momentum, the exquisite natural swordsmanship learned from Haitang, and finally turned the snow into frost, and sent him off with the force of the Ye family splitting the coffin, bringing Tianyi together The four swords combined into the lore sword Xizi Sigu sword!
And the insidious kick on the toes at the end, and the iron plate on the chest, are naturally kung fu practiced by being hammered by Uncle Wu Zhu since childhood, the little tricks Fan Xian became famous for, and used to stimulate these magical skills, blending them together The foundation of Huitongtong is naturally the domineering true energy in Fan Xian's body that has been diligently cultivated for more than 20 years and has already become a part of his body.
There are four great masters in the world plus a blind man. The top martial arts in the world are all demonstrated by Fan Xian alone. Only Fan Xian in this world has such good luck and can learn so many wonderful skills. To put it another way, it was the strong men who died or left who put their last hope of resisting Emperor Qing on Fan Xian, so that he was able to have a fair fight with His Majesty the Emperor today.
However, even with the long-prepared three-strike series, learned from the supreme skills of the great masters, in front of His Majesty the Emperor, he still did not get any advantage. From the beginning to the end, His Majesty the Emperor just took a step back, stretched out two fingers, and punched Fan Xian seriously. How could such a gap be narrowed by hard practice and meditation
Ninth-rank top powerhouses are already extremely rare peak figures in this world. With Fan Xian's current cultivation base, he can go all over the world, but facing a great master, no one has ever imagined that the ninth-rank For those who are strong, there is any possibility of leapfrog challenges.
In today's snowstorm, Fan Xian was able to push His Majesty back a step, and survived his Majesty's punch. This matter was enough to shock the world and made him proud enough.
Coughing up blood, Fan Xian took off his other official boots, and stood with bare feet in the cold snow, his eyes slightly narrowed, with unprecedented pride and confidence in them. This kind of sudden emotion under the disastrous defeat was not because he forced the emperor Lao Tzu back, nor because he survived, but because there was a kind of affirmation of self-judgment in his calm heart.
— Your Majesty is old.
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The Fan Mansion retreated for seven days. Apart from thinking about those matters of the heart and saving the lives of those he loved, what Fan Xian thought about most was the real situation of His Majesty the Emperor. What is the state of a great master? Fan Xian has seen Ye Liuyun make a move, and Si Gu Jian, but they are different. Since the Grand Master is said to be unfathomable, how can he evaluate the real strength of the emperor Lao Tzu
Fortunately, when he was in Dongyi City, before Si Gu Jian died, this great master had consulted with Fan Xian about the realm of Emperor Qing for a long time, and came to a judgment that was somewhat vague but very close to the truth.
Emperor Qing's cultivation reached great success. It was precisely during the Northern Expedition that the domineering zhenqi in his body exceeded the critical value, tearing up all the meridians in his body in one fell swoop, and thus became a useless person. In the end, for some reason, His Majesty not only remained intact, but also became the king of the world. The fourth great master.
The meridians in Fan Xian's body also exploded, but with the help of Haitang Duoduo and the recuperation of Tianyi's natural method, the meridians were restored by luck. But how did His Majesty survive back then
Si Gu Jian fought against Emperor Qing on Mount Dadong. He told Fan Xian his judgment. Now Emperor Qing no longer has the so-called meridians that humans should have in his body, and his whole body has become a hole, with true energy. There is no obstacle in the movement of the body, no matter whether it is breathing in or out, it is almost jaw-dropping, and since there is no longer a meridian restriction, the domineering qi in Emperor Qing's body can be cultivated and accumulated indefinitely Go down, until a realm that human beings dare not even hope for.
The great masters have their own ways to break through the realm, some rely on their sense of closeness to the world, some rely on the cold and stern mind that regards the world as nothing, but Emperor Qing's breakthrough in that level of realm is not the method of self-inquiry, but the method of strength. Continuously solidify the cultivation base, the domineering true energy in the body accumulates into a sea, and quantitative changes achieve qualitative changes.
This is Emperor Qing's most terrifying strength, and only by relying on the endless true energy in his body and the extremely fast way of exhaling and inhaling, he was able to cross half of the lake with one finger on the Dadong Mountain back then, and cultivated his inner body. The innumerable qi of decades, in the amorous gesture between the fingers, sent half of it into Master Ku He's body, bursting the skin.
If it is possible to ascertain the true face of Emperor Qing's grand master, then there is a question worth pondering. Emperor Qing's domineering qi, which has been accumulated for decades, has been saved half of it into Ku He's body. Such a large loss, It is naturally cost-effective to kill a great master, but it may take Emperor Qing many years to make up for half of the loss.
Ordinary martial arts practitioners only need to meditate for a few days, and perhaps their true energy can be restored to its original state. Even if half of the true energy in the body is lost, it only needs to be recuperated for a few months at most. However, Emperor Qing's path is different from that of anyone else in the world. The true qi in the rest of the human body is at most a pond, and the great masters are at most a small lake. It is a magical method to make the lake water transpiration.
However, Emperor Qing's body is a sea, half of which is missing, and it may not be able to fill it back in just three years.
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Half of the sea is still unfathomable, and it is still not something that Fan Xian can resist. However, Emperor Qing has endured constant blows over the years, the rebellion in Kyoto, the heartbreak of his son and mother, and his thoughts may be damaged. And last autumn, the damage caused to His Majesty by the black wheelchair in the imperial study room may not be fully healed, even if Chen Pingping's method is a grand master, it is impossible to be completely immune.
If His Majesty the Emperor was still the Emperor before Dadongshan, even if it was the gentle and mean-spirited, but cold and stern Emperor three years ago, Fan Xian would never have had a chance. Regarding the scene on Dadong Mountain, Fan Xian knew very well, he knew the terrifying power of His Majesty's Kingly Killing Fist.
And today's punch from His Majesty is obviously not as good as the punch on Dadong Mountain. No matter how much Fan Xian used to save his life, and even used the breathing method he had been hiding at the bottom of the box, Fan Xian still live. If it was His Majesty the original emperor, this punch would have shattered Fan Xian's palm, and the iron plate under his clothes would have shattered half of his body.
This is enough to prove that His Majesty the Emperor has stepped down from the altar. He is old and far less powerful than he was then.
Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at His Majesty the Emperor on the other side of the wind and snow. Blood seeped from his lips, but there was a very refreshing smile on his face. It was rare in his life to be so willing to fear life and death. It was a battle, and there was a faint smell of victory, which was really refreshing.
The emperor also looked at his son through the wind and snow, his eyes were slightly squinted, and the cold light in his pupils appeared and then disappeared. He knew very well why Fan Xian was able to survive his punch. It wasn't because of that insidious kick, nor was it because of the opponent's wonderful palm blocking his fist, and it was even less likely because of that insidious kick. A ridiculously ridiculous steel plate.
It's because of Fan Xian's movement technique, the movement technique that flutters tens of feet out of the snowy sky, floating like snowflakes without exerting any effort.
Precisely because of the lack of effort, His Majesty's majestic punch, at least most of the power of true energy, was completely consumed in the long snowy sky, and did not really land on Fan Xian's body.
The question is, where did Fan Xian's agility come from? No one in this world can traverse tens of feet in the air and become as if they have no weight.
The emperor's eyes narrowed even more. He realized that he couldn't see through his son. He didn't know how many surprises Fan Xian still had waiting for him.
"You already have the strength of Hong Siitch." The emperor's voice came to Fan Xian's ears clearly through the wind and snow.
Fan Xian's face was slightly condensed, knowing that this was the supreme affirmation of the emperor Lao Tzu for him. In the world back then, apart from the four great masters, Mr. Hong's strength was the most unfathomable. His Majesty once said that if it were not for Hong Siitch With a deformed body, I'm afraid there will be one more great master in this world.
Today, His Majesty the Emperor compared himself with Hong Sitching. Fan Xian felt a little proud, but he also knew that His Majesty must have seen the way he used to counteract that kingly punch earlier, which was a bit weird. Yes, that was the method that Master Ku He entrusted the Sigu Sword to Fan Xian before he died. Fan Xian breathed in the wind and snow, and walked in the air like a bird, all because he could feel the heaven and the earth. Those faint fluctuations in between.
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(I won’t write anymore, I really can’t write anymore, it’s too fucking difficult to write, there are many things during the Chinese New Year, but I wrote this part again, I really want to scold my mother, and in fact I also scolded a lot of motherfuckers in front of the computer... oh.
By the way, it seems that there is a post in the book review area of quite a few, saying that last year's Internet writer income list actually ranked me in it, saying that I earned a million... Uh, thank the author of this post for his confidence in me , It’s just that I have the urge to cry when I read this post, where can I steal so much money? If I really have a million, I will write Yingxiu in the next book, woohoo...) (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original version!)