In the snowstorm, Fan Xian was expressionless, breathing calmly, with slightly trembling palms facing the sky, every inch of skin and every pore on his body was greedily absorbing the unknown, unknown The vitality of the shape, a faint light, covered his clothes like this.
He didn't know what these clear or active vitality fluctuations were, where they came from, and why they were born, but after he felt the existence of these things for the first time from the shore of the East China Sea, he found that when he followed the booklet The tailor-made chaotic breathing and thinking method seems to be able to inhale the vitality that exists between the heavens and the earth into the body and turn it into true essence.
Previously, the three moves of one sword were shaken and flew away. In the blink of an eye, the domineering Qi in Fan Xian's body, which has always been famous for being abundant, felt exhausted. In this critical situation, he could not hide anything at all. In front of His Majesty the Emperor face, began to adjust the breath again.
Although His Majesty the current emperor is injured, moved, and old, he is still a grand master!
With one raise of hand and one throw of foot, he controlled the potential field between the fields, and Fan Xian had to use all his strength to deal with it. In just a moment, the sea of energy in his body was about to bottom out. At this time, although he was greedily absorbing the vitality between the heaven and the earth, the fluctuations in the wind and snow were so weak, and the vitality factor he could feel was so thin, it was of no help to his current situation at all. Although he regained his breath a little faster, allowing him to barely stand in the snow, but how could he help him defeat a great master
For the powerhouses in this continent, overseas spells have always been like a tasteless existence, and they are dismissive. Even a master like Master Kuhe, who is broad-minded, never fearful, and dares to eat human flesh, has a lot of power in his life. In the last days, he began to study spells, and got the booklet by chance, but he still didn't go out on another path, and it could only be regarded as an auxiliary method at best.
Just like today's Fan Xian, he breathed out and meditated to hold his breath, but it was like a thousand-poured water field. He wanted to breathe, but he couldn't suck much oxygen from the muddy water.
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He couldn't wait any longer, because the figure in the bright yellow dragon robe on the other side of Fengxue had already started to step on the snow slowly but resolutely. The distance of tens of feet seems far away, and it seems that the snowflakes there are countless times smaller than the snowflakes here. However, for Emperor Qing and Fan Xian, what is the difference between the end of the world and the distance
There was neither joy nor anger in Fan Xian's eyes, just a moment of tranquility. The slightly deformed Emperor Wei's sword crossed his eyebrows with a cold light, and the two big and small Zhou Tian in his body swept slightly in the middle of the mutton, arousing the snow mountain on the back of his waist. Shine bright.
Since rebirth, the vigorous innocence stored in daily diligence and meditation is like a snow-capped mountain illuminated by the scorching sun, which instantly turns into a gurgling stream. The water in the stream is more and more, converging into a small river, converging into a big river, washing away His meridians, which are thicker than anyone else in the world, are transported to every tiny part of the body from the limbs, strengthening his mind and hammering his physical body.
The snow under his feet was like a lotus flower, and a flower burst out. Fan Xian's body slanted, effortlessly but violently, carrying two completely different auras and carrying the sword away.
A lightning-like sword light in the snowy sky illuminates the gloomy world, illuminates every snowflake, every goose feather, and the edges of the snowflakes can be clearly seen!
After three strikes with one sword, and under the strong coercion of His Majesty the Emperor, the Sigu sword that Fan Xian inherited from the Sword House in Dongyi City, finally, under the protection of two strands of true energy in his body, under the lightness method Under the shelter, perfectly integrated, and truly reached the realm of mastery, this sword has already had the light of when the shadow pierced the Sigu sword in the mansion of the lord of Dongyi City that day!
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With an unpleasant clicking sound, Fan Xian was shot down from mid-air to the ground in dismay. He flew back and fell heavily on the snow, while the snow lotus flower he had stepped on earlier was still in the air. From the shape, it can be seen that he went back and forth with such swiftness, so fast that the snow lotus didn't even have time to shatter!
He went gracefully, pierced as he wished, fierce but natural, but he retreated even faster, embarrassed and thrilling!
His Majesty the Emperor slowly withdrew his fist stretched straight in the air, that stable and domineering fist. He squinted slightly to look at Fan Xian in the snow, and remained silent. Before Fan Xian's sword, His Majesty the Emperor had to avoid it a little bit, so this punch was not enough, since the previous punch did not kill him. Fan Xian, this punch must not kill him.
Sure enough, like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, Fan Xian struggled to get up from the snow, with the bloodstain that was about to be frozen by the cold hanging on the corner of his lips, and stared indifferently at the ancient and calm eyes of His Majesty the Emperor. Suddenly, a mouthful of blood vomited out.
All the omnipotent methods in the world, whether it is speed, skill, movement, or all the outer edges of martial arts, are all based on the foundation of true qi. If the qi lake is insufficient, how can it be as fast as lightning? How can you use those techniques that are already wonderful in the world? True Qi is the foundation of martial arts. The meridians in Fan Xian's body are different from ordinary people, and the method of cultivation is different from ordinary people.
However... Your Majesty's body is even more different from ordinary people! The meridians in his body are not as wide and varied as Fan Xian's, but there are no body meridians at all. His whole body, from the top of his head to his toes, is a transparent channel of luck! The domineering skills practiced by His Majesty are more powerful, and there is a natural kingly aura amidst the violence!
In comparison, His Majesty the Emperor waits for Fan Xian to be an upgraded version. Fan Xian is a small monster, and His Majesty the Emperor is a big monster. Fan Xian wants to use his own strength and superb cultivation of true energy to face His Majesty head-on. Resistance is undoubtedly an extremely brave and... absurd choice.
Still the same old saying, Fan Xian is already one of the most powerful people on this continent, whether it is personal cultivation or power, no, in fact he is already the second best in the world, and he has admitted this himself .
But what he is facing today is number one in the world, the most powerful person in the sky and on the earth!
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There was no trace of frustration in Fan Xian's calm eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly and watched His Majesty's approaching footsteps through the wind and snow. Weird method, the moment when he gained the upper hand in body skills.
Blood dripped from between his lips, wet his clothes, and was quickly frozen into a sheet of blood frost by the cold breath in the cold palace.
The dark eyes and pupils shrunk slightly, Fan Xian held the Great Wei Tianzi Sword upside down, crossed his wrists in front of him, fully alert, wiped the blood stains on his lips with the cloth tied around his wrists, licked his lips, and laughed rustlingly Said: "Very cool."
Yes, he grew up under the care of the Overwatch Council since he was a child, and he has been preparing to take charge of the Overwatch Council since he was a child. He has been soaked in the sinister and dark atmosphere of the Overwatch Council from his bones to his skin, from beginning to end. He didn't know how many turmoil and powerful enemies he encountered in his life. At this time, he would try his best to weaken the opponent and use those despicable methods to seek the final victory. However, he rarely bravely relied on his hands The most direct, fierce and bloody battles with powerful enemies.
Seeing His Majesty the Emperor approaching gradually, feeling the coercion that pervades the world gradually suppressing his body, a trace of determination flashed across Fan Xian's delicate face. He actually thought of three years ago at such a tense moment. On the cliff in the primeval mountain forest in the north of Danzhou, Yan Xiaoyi held a longbow and seemed to approach her body coldly like this.
On the meadow, Fan Xian stood up bravely. Today, he stood up equally bravely, staring coldly at His Majesty the Emperor in the snowstorm, took a deep breath, and faced the oncoming wind Xue, with a shake of his right arm, stepped on the melting snow with both feet, like a civet stepping on the snow and being struck by lightning, his figure suddenly swayed, and then disappeared from the spot.
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Ran? His Majesty the Emperor looked at the son who followed the wind and snow and turned into a gray shadow, passing the wall of the abandoned garden and galloping towards the south of the palace. With a smile, the sleeves of the bright yellow dragon robe fluttered, and it immediately turned into a blurred yellow shadow, which disappeared with Fan Xian's figure in an instant.
In the mid-air of the cold palace, Fan Xian's hands naturally hung slightly on his sides, and they flew quickly and abnormally with the wind and snow, turning into a gray shadow on the eaves and walls of the palace.
In the abandoned garden earlier, he made the posture of a young lion fighting for his life, but he turned around and left, trying his best to escape into the wind and snow of heaven and earth, and wanted to escape from His Majesty's side. There was no trace of humiliation in his heart. I feel that the emperor Lao Tzu is a great master and a big monster. In short, he is not a human being. It is normal to not be able to beat a guy who is not a human being. If he knows he can't beat him, but still stays there and fights for his life, that is called stupidity.
Feeling the subtle changes in the wind and snow through his clothes, Fan Xian's figure was extremely beautiful, like a bird that is resistant to cold and flying freely, changing its direction from time to time in the air, drawing beautiful arcs, The speed of partial birth has not decreased at all.
In the long quiet palace, it was already morning time. Occasionally, eunuchs and servants sweeping the snow caught a glimpse of the gray shadow passing by in midair, but they thought they were dazzled, because no one in the world could fly so fast.
Fan Xian flitted freely and freely, flitting in the dark and quiet imperial city, every seven or eight feet, he would slightly touch the corners of the eaves or the top of the wall, without any hindrance in his figure , and entered another palace, this kind of movement, this kind of speed has never been seen in the world.
A bead of sweat slid from the back of Fan Xian's neck into his back. The full-fledged flying technique did not consume too much of his true energy. Taking advantage of the power of the heaven and the earth, he had obtained the magic of the heaven and the earth. , Flying in mid-air, it calmed down his mind, and the two cycles in his body began to warm up, bit by bit repairing the gap he made under His Majesty's pressure, and the nameless spell The martial art seems to have been brought into full play in this harmonious atmosphere of heaven and earth, allowing him to recover faster and his condition is getting better and better.
The toes touched a stone beast's head at the corner of the eaves, but the copper bell in the beast's mouth didn't startle. Fan Xian flew above the palace in mid-air, overlooking the earth. , The feeling of looking at the common people, especially those who are boiling water or sweeping snow, no one can find someone flying in the sky, this feeling is very strange.
But the sweat on Fan Xian's back was still flowing, because even though he had put all his mind into this harmonious state at this time, he would not turn his head to look back, but he could still clearly feel a wave of The powerful, undisclosed power is enveloping him at a moderate pace, just like the footsteps of God of Death, although it is slow, he can never get rid of it.
Unexpectedly, his speed had increased to such a level, but he still couldn't get away from His Majesty the Emperor behind him. Fan Xian's pupils shrank slightly, and he rushed towards the lower gate of the tall imperial city far to the south.
From the abandoned garden in the northwest corner of the palace, Fan Xian escaped lightly and headed south all the way. Strangely, he didn't choose the nearest north palace gate or those palace walls to plunder.
He has been negotiating with His Majesty the Emperor in the palace for so long, so he naturally has something to rely on. The father and son are very clear about the current situation. Fan Xian promises His Majesty that this is just a war between the two, and the Emperor For the sake of Daqing's eternal life, His Majesty only exerted the coercion of the emperor on Fan Xian alone.
As long as Fan Xian can escape this time, at least the world will be quiet for many years. For the bargaining chips hidden in all parts of the world, before killing Fan Xian, His Majesty the Emperor will not do anything to those subordinates of Fan Xian. Words, meaning that four horses are hard to follow.
And His Majesty the Emperor would not allow a force that could threaten him to exist in his empire, so he had to kill Fan Xian today.
But... Fan Xian did not go out of the palace. Although the high vermilion walls of the palace sealed all directions and claimed to be able to stop any ninth-rank powerhouse in the world, Uncle Wu Zhu led Mr. Hong out of the palace back then, which has proved that this palace The wall is not a natural danger for the strong who really stand at the top of the world, let alone for Fan Xian, who has worked hard on the flying technique since he was a child.
Fan Xian headed south all the way, all the way south, in the deep snow-covered palace all the way south, he passed Shufang Palace, Hanguang Palace, the dilapidated East Palace and Guangxin Palace. He saw many people, but no one in the palace saw him.
He passed three main palaces, six other courtyards, saw seventy-two women, and finally reached the tallest Tai Chi Hall in the entire imperial city.
No one has ever been to the top of the towering hall, except when it was newly built at the founding of the country, those craftsmen may have been busy on it. It is said that when the hall was being built, two people fell to their death, and finally they were hired from the Wei Dynasty. People from Tianyi Temple came to appease the resentment.
In today's Tai Chi Hall, the yellow glazed tiles are covered with a thick layer of snow, and the two colors are mixed together very aesthetically, like extremely gorgeous fabrics, which one cannot bear to destroy. At this moment, Fan Xian didn't have the time or mood to enjoy the snow at all. He floated along the middle of the Tai Chi Hall directly to the high place. Although his feet were extremely wet and slippery, his body could not be tilted in the slightest.
Sweeping up, the toes stepped on the towering keel in the middle of the Taiji Hall, Fan Xian stood in the wind, his body was covered with snow, and his clothes flapped. He was standing at the highest point of the imperial palace right now, facing the extremely majestic main gate of the imperial city, surrounded by extremely low palace walls, and could even see most of the capital city, all trapped in a misty snowstorm .
I don't know where Ruoruo is now after leaving the palace, and whether Wan'er and the others have left the capital, Fan Xian stood at the highest point of the palace, squinted his eyes and looked at the many houses in Kyoto in the distance, and then waited. The bright yellow figure behind him appeared.
Fan Xian didn't turn around, and a very strong look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, because the voice he had been waiting for didn't sound, the change he was waiting for didn't happen, and the whole palace was still quiet, especially this majestic palace. Above, apart from him and His Majesty the Emperor behind him, there was nothing but wind and snow.
Fan Xian slid down the glazed tiles on the hall. Although fighting against the Forbidden Summit in the snow must be a very interesting and dignified way to do it, in Fan Xian's view, people can only live with dignity. cannot die with dignity.
The gray figure and the bright yellow figure lightly landed in the thick snow in front of the Taiji Hall almost at the same time, stopping their figures.
The emperor stood in front of the long corridor of the Taiji Hall, behind him was the deep gate of the main hall. In the past, he summoned his officials in this palace to control the life and death of countless people in the world, but today he is alone stand here.
Fan Xian stood in the middle of the square in front of the palace, surrounded by thick snow. He looked at the thick palace gate facing him in the distance, and squinted his eyes slightly. He wondered if he felt that he had no strength to break through the palace gate. Turning around slowly, looking at the emperor, he said, "Actually, what happened in the end is just biting like two wild beasts."
The emperor was silent and his expression was indifferent. He looked at Fan Xian as if he were looking at a dead person. At this time, the two monarchs and ministers finally stopped flying and chasing, which was completely beyond the imagination of the world, and stood quietly in front of the palace, and appeared in front of thousands of people.
The eunuchs sweeping the snow outside the palace, the maids walking quietly in the long corridor, and the guards with bluish faces standing with knives all opened their mouths in astonishment, looking at His Majesty the Emperor and Mrs. Fan in the snow, Shocked and inexplicable, he was speechless for a long time.
Fan Xian looked at His Majesty the Emperor calmly, but he was thinking about other things in his heart, because he sensed something strange, and went straight from the abandoned garden in the northwest to the south city of the palace. On the way, His Majesty the Emperor approached him several times, and found the dead or Captured his own moment, but His Majesty the Emperor didn't do anything.
why is that
His Majesty the Emperor, who was frowning slightly, must have been puzzled. Fan Xian didn't want to flee outside the palace, but went south. Why
Fan Xian was waiting for a variable, but unfortunately, after His Majesty revealed his figure in the Tai Chi Hall, the first variable did not happen, so what about the second? How much strength Fan Xian himself can have, His Majesty the Emperor has no omissions, and clearly points out that the variables at this time must be variables that even Fan Xian does not know.
Just like the fairy game in the Hanging Temple back then, there was a coincidence, a gathering of wind and clouds, everyone in the game had their own goals, but in the end, everyone had uncontrollable variables.
Fan Xian firmly believed that this variable that he didn't know would definitely happen, because the incident of the Hanging Temple had mobilized forces from all directions. However, as the biggest enemy of Nanqing, the Northern Qi court had always remained silent.
The Northern Qi Dynasty inherited the Great Wei Dynasty and has been operating in this world for a thousand years. Could it be that there is no way to deal with the Nanqing Capital Palace in Nanqing, which is deeply troubled? Fan Xian didn't believe it, he firmly believed that the Northern Qi people must be hiding trump cards in the palace! Today, the father and son of the Nanqing emperor and his ministers turned against each other, and blood splashed on the imperial city. This is the best time for the little Northern Qi emperor to use his mace!
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If the war drums sound, there will be a muffled bang, if the war breaks out, tens of thousands of bowstrings will sing in unison, but in fact it is just the huge city defense crossbow at the turret of the imperial city, a spring-loaded crossbow, Launched in this silent and even dull moment!
The fine steel crossbow arrow as thick as a child's arm, under the action of a powerful machine spring, turned into a black lightning in an instant, breaking through the air at the turret of the imperial city, and the shocking air exploded, tearing apart the front of the Tai Chi Hall. The snowflakes fluttering non-stop in the air in the front, spun at high speed, split a deep space passage, and shot at the bright yellow figure in front of the hall!
I don't know how the forged crossbow platform was turned around and aimed at the direction of the imperial palace, and I don't know how the Northern Qi people infiltrated the imperial army of Nanqing Imperial City and secretly controlled the turret. . Fan Xian only knew that the Northern Qi people's mace had finally moved. The huge crossbow rushed to the front of the emperor!
The powerful crossbow is close to him, but the distance is too far after all. His Majesty the emperor who is in the realm of the great master only needs to retreat and use his powerful cultivation to turn the distance into time to avoid this shocking crossbow.
However, from the corner of his eyes, Fan Xian had already caught a glimpse of a court lady who was kneeling on the ground and shivering under the long corridor. She had already stood up at this moment, a chill flashed in her eyes, and she pulled out the thin needle in her hair. He stabbed at the back of His Majesty the Emperor.
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Both Northern Qi people and Fan Xian seem to have underestimated the will and reaction of Emperor Qing honed in the world for decades. When everyone thought that the bright yellow figure in front of the Tai Chi Hall would temporarily avoid the sharp crossbow...
The figure of His Majesty the Emperor disappeared from where he was, and he took three steps on the snow in a flash!
With a loud bang, the huge crossbow grazed His Majesty's head, and ruthlessly plunged into the jade-like bluestone ground, instantly piercing the stone surface into gravel like bean curd, and the brick mud splashed everywhere, but It just happened to block the sneak attacking court lady assassin behind the stone chips!
His Majesty the Emperor flicked his dragon sleeve with his right arm, and a powerful qi engulfed the stone chips and snowflakes all over the sky behind him, and struck over like a giant dragon, hitting the body of the court lady!
Chi Chi Chi Chi blood splashed horizontally, and countless stone chips and snowflakes hit Na Gong's body like arrows, creating hundreds of thousands of cuts in her body in an instant!
The assassin didn't even have time to make a single shot, and didn't even have time to snort before collapsing into the snow, turning into a pool of blurred flesh and blood.
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And with the force of this blow, the distance between His Majesty the Emperor and Fan Xian was shortened a bit. At this time, Fan Xian was sprinting with all his strength, but in the blink of an eye, the father and son were so close, so close that Fan Xian even You can see His Majesty's slightly thin face, those cold eyes that no longer have any emotion, and the calm eyes revealing murderous intent for no reason!
Northern Qi's trump card is really powerful, no matter who it is against, it is probably enough, but it is extremely ugly to use it against a grand master like His Majesty. However, there was no hint of disappointment in Fan Xian's eyes, as before, he stabbed fiercely into His Majesty's eye socket with a volley of sword.
It was still the situation of the previous two fights. It was absolutely impossible for the Great Wei Tianzi Sword in Fan Xian's hand to stab His Majesty the Emperor who was like a fairy or a ghost. He feebly pierced the air next to His Majesty's cheek and hissed, but it was in vain.
However, His Majesty's fist has already slammed over again. This is a real kingly punch. His Majesty the Emperor has never left any backhands. His fist, which is as clean as jade, has overwhelmed everything in this wind and snow. The white color shone with a light that shouldn't exist in the world, blasting towards Fan Xian's chest.
The emperor's face was also very pale, an unhealthy whiteness, it seemed that the great master had concentrated all the sea-like qi in his body on this punch. If this punch is real, even if Fan Xian has the world's most exquisite two kinds of true energy protection, and the wonderful bird-like movement technique to relieve force, he can only be crushed.
At this moment, Fan Xian's Great Wei Tianzi Sword came out of his hand, pierced the snowy sky with a howl, and headed towards the deep and tightly closed door of the main hall.
Facing the fist shining with white holy light, his man let out a stern roar, his whole body began to tremble violently, and with a distance of three feet, one finger moved towards His Majesty's face clumsily and slowly Click to go!
Slowness is just a feeling. In fact, the tip of that finger contains all the true energy that Fan Xian can force out in his entire life. It is so dignified that the qualityless aura gives off a sense of quality, as if it has weight. Usually, let his fingers start to tremble randomly in the snowy air.
His body was also trembling, his complexion was extremely pale, but his eyes were extremely bright.
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Even with a sword in Fan Xian's hand, he couldn't stab the Emperor's body, let alone a finger, not to mention that his finger was still some distance away from His Majesty, and His Majesty's murderous fist was about to touch his clothes.
However, a shrill sound resounded from Fan Xian's fingertips, like a devil trying to tear through the disguise of the human body, and came out from the fleshy clothes, and it was like notes in the bamboo pipe, because no one has been there for too long. Hold back, I can't bear the loneliness anymore, I want to drill out of those holes, as a few wisps of voiceless sounds in the air.
A sharp and clear sword, extremely fierce and full of killing intent, spewed out from Fan Xian's fingertips, instantly surpassed the space between the two of them, and pierced His Majesty's throat!
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I still remember that when I was young, Danzhou urchins made me laugh a lot. Why does true qi disappear into the air instantly when it is sent out of the body? Uncle Wu Zhu doesn't know internal strength, he can't explain it. Why haven't martial arts practitioners in the world tried it? Fan Xian, who was still an urchin, began to try. He worked very hard without anyone to guide or correct him, and he practiced silently for a long, long time. Then, the true energy in his body was exhaled out of the palm, and within a very small distance, he was able to return to the In the body, is this due to the two big and small Zhou Tian in his body, or is it due to his persistence and hard work
But what's the use of this? He wasted a lot of time in vain, so that he practiced the nameless overbearing kungfu since he was a child, but when he entered the capital, he still couldn't shock the world like Haitang or Wang Shisanlang. The zhenqi that recovers freely in his palms is impossible to use in real battles, let alone released from the body to form a sharp weapon for killing people, except for climbing the cliffs in Danzhou, the red palace walls, stealing keys, stealing Dear fiancee, what's the use
But Fan Xian was not reconciled, because Ye Liuyun came to that cliff back then and left a thousand-point pit on that beach. He knew that there were people in the world who could control the release of zhenqi from the body, so he had been persistent and even foolishly followed. This path went on, but it was a pity that until a long, long time later, he still had nothing to do.
This was because Fan Xian didn't know that, except for him, the monster, only people who had reached that level could control the release of true energy from outside the body. Although the swords of those ninth-rank powerhouses in the sword hut may have a faint sword light, but that is so qualitatively different from the body's own benefits.
The foolish naughty boy gradually grew up, and the supreme skill that the world regarded as a treasure became a symbol of persistence in his hands, until one day on the bank of the East China Sea, he finally felt the back and forth true energy in his palm... Finally...but gradually stretched out a little bit, and stretched out a little bit, he could clearly feel the aura fluctuations that were no longer in his body!
Today's Fan Xian can already feel the vitality fluctuations between the heaven and the earth, of course he can clearly feel his own true vitality, and he can control and manipulate it! Whether it's the reason of that stubborn young man's persistence to the end, or the reason of that pamphlet, all in all, the final result is the invisible sword energy gushing out from his fingertips at this moment!
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With the sword in hand, how could he stab the illusory bright yellow figure in front of him? But the fingertips are trembling, as long as you move your mind, the sword will flow and split the air, who can avoid it
His Majesty the Emperor couldn't either, before the sharp sword energy came, he could only turn around, but his punch brushed against Fan Xian's shoulder and hit the empty space.
Even though he was hit in the air, Fan Xian's left shoulder was still shattered. On the snow behind him, a big hole was created, and snowflakes flew everywhere!
The sword energy from Fan Xian's fingertips also hit His Majesty the Emperor. To be precise, it brushed His Majesty's neck. The invisible sword energy tore open the thin layer of skin on His Majesty's neck, and blood seeped out!
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There was no time to lose, Fan Xian let out another shrill scream from his lips, forced all the remaining true energy in his body to his fingertips, pressed it from afar, and stabbed His Majesty's eye socket again!
The Emperor's Majesty punched nothing, and his complexion became even more pale. However, seeing Fan Xian's stabbing finger again, His Majesty's eyes showed no signs of retreat, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
His Majesty also stretched out an index finger, and pressed down on the tip of the sword on Fan Xian's fingertips. His figure floated forward, and the distance between the two was compressed to nothing!
There was a flurry of chi chi air currents, and in a blink of an eye, His Majesty's fingertips touched Fan Xian's fingertips that kept spewing out sword energy. Two slender index fingers were joined together, one finger kept trembling, the other It's just unusually stable.
The airflow between the fingertips of the two fingers was strong, and the light gradually became stronger, causing the snowflakes in the surrounding air to retreat one after another!
The smile on the corners of His Majesty's lips curled up, and with a light wave of his right arm, he held a big mountain on his index finger and pressed down on Fan Xian!
With a click, Fan Xian's index finger was shattered!
As if the body was hit by the hammer of the gods, the whole body collapsed like a kite and then swept away, but it didn't sweep back like the previous initiative to unload the force, but the whole body seemed to have no support anymore, and fell suddenly on the snow , can no longer move.
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The father and son, who were fighting for life and death on the snowy ground, seemed to have forgotten the sword that stabbed the air earlier. It fell from Fan Xian's hand, and flew towards the main entrance of the Taiji Hall with a whistling sound.
But in fact, the father and son have not forgotten, because in such a war, the strongest father and son in the world will never make any unnecessary actions and consume any unnecessary power.
As soon as this sword flies, there must be a sequel. The following text is the exquisite and intricate decoration on the quiet main entrance of the Taiji Hall, because when Fan Xian exhaled a shocking sword energy from his fingertips for the first time, the closed main entrance of the Taiji Hall opened strangely like this.
Wang Shisanlang, who was dressed in commoner clothes, flew out from the center of the dark Qing Dynasty Hall, and caught the Great Wei Tianzi Sword that Fan Xian had dropped in mid-air, with his right elbow slightly bent, like lightning in the air Looting, his figure swelled up slightly, he shouted violently, assembled a long-prepared killing sword, and stabbed fiercely towards the back of the emperor's neck like this!
Wang Shisanlang is unparalleled in the world, and the heroic meaning carried by this sword is brought to the extreme. Compared with the shadow in white clothes on the Hanging Temple, the sword that jumped out of the sun is three points more blazing , Bright three points, it was clearly a sneak attack from behind His Majesty the Emperor, but it abruptly pierced the feeling of being upright!
The disciples of the closed door of Jianlu who have a pure heart of swords, all obtained the true biography of Sigu Jian, and in the conversation between Fan Xian and Sigu Jian that night, he had some understanding of the domineering true energy. Facing this sword, Fan Xian would definitely be injured!
However, His Majesty the Emperor seemed to know that in the deep hall behind him, a strong man of the ninth rank would suddenly run out and knock Fan Xian down with one finger on the top of the mountain. Turn around and flick one sleeve back.
Emperor Qing's life, one fist, one finger, and one sleeve were enough to stand at the top of the world, no one dared to look up to his light, but today his sleeve could not swallow mountains and rivers, and wrapped Wang Shi like a wind and clouds. Saburo's heroic sword.
Because after all he is a human being and not a god, because just as Fan Xian judged, His Majesty is no longer the Majesty in his heyday, and the loneliness and old injuries over the years have made him actively or passively choose to be Walked down from the altar.
Wang Shisanlang's loud shout still echoed in the empty palace, and the sword of the Great Wei Tianzi, whose sword glowed wildly, had already pierced through the vigorously bulging Dragon Sleeve of Emperor Qing with a snort, and rubbed against the emperor's chest. stabbed in the past.
When the emperor flicked his sleeves, he had already turned his body slightly. Although Thirteen Lang's sword was fierce, he still just passed by, only stabbing some flesh and blood of Emperor Qing!
But the hand in the emperor's sleeve was like a golden dragon protruding from the clouds, grasping Thirteen Lang's wrist wonderfully.
Wang Shisanlang flicked his wrist, and the Great Wei Tianzi Sword in his hand raised his head like a spirit snake, piercing Emperor Qing's jaw at an impossible angle. Emperor Qing let out a muffled snort, and sent his shoulder back delicately, bumping into Wang Shisanlang's chest, with a few clicks, Wang Shisanlang's blood spurted wildly, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken!
He felt an extremely majestic force wanting to shake him away, he let out a muffled groan, his eyes were blushing, he turned his backhand regardless of life and death, grabbed His Majesty's right hand tightly, and refused to let go!
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At this most critical moment, a flower shadow flashed out from behind Wang Shisanlang, just like she had been absent before, so it flashed out fresh and naturally, like a returning traveler longing for hot water, like a wind The flowering trees in the snow needed warmth, so they naturally grabbed His Majesty's other hand, the left hand.
Haitang Duoduo is here, this Northern Qi saint, like today's leader, is like a weak woman who is extremely quiet, clinging to Emperor Qing's side, and Emperor Qing's sleeve is like a cloud, like a petaled flower , can't be shaken off, can't be shaken off, blindly close, blindly natural, annoying and palpitating.
For some reason, Haitang's attack did not choose to attack Emperor Qing's vitals, but just released all her cultivation and entangled Emperor Qing's left hand.
Emperor Qing's eyes were extremely cold and calm, his already thin cheeks seemed to be thinner at this moment, his eyes were sunken deeply, his complexion was pale, he knew that the young man holding his two hands was those two A dead old man stayed here to deal with him, but he still remained unmoved, only a humming sound like a bell sounded from his not-so-strong chest...
Vigorous zhenqi instantly invaded the bodies of the two young Ninth-Rank experts. Within a breath, Wang Shisanlang's right arm began to shrivel, shrivel, and several streams of blood flowed from his facial features.
And Haitang Duoduo's condition is not necessarily good, a mouthful of blood spat out from her lips, and her body began to tremble violently, as if she might be shaken into the snow by His Majesty the Emperor at any time.
At this time, the snow in the Tai Chi Hall began to be stained red with blood, and Fan Xian, who was not far away, was lying slumped in the snow, seemingly unable to move anymore, as if no one could help Haitang and Shisanlang Wang any more. These two young people who were recognized by the former great masters as the most likely to step into the realm of masters, are they going to die like this at the hands of the only remaining great masters in the world
A flash of vigilance flashed in His Majesty's heart. Although he has been vigilant against everything since last night, he has never been arrogant because of his master status. He is not Si Gu Jian, and he has not left any chance for Fan Xian's family. , although up to this time, until before in the Tai Chi Hall, he had not noticed that the change he was most afraid of had happened, but the alertness at the moment still made his eyes narrowed, looking at the piece of snow dripping red in front of him. land.
Where His Majesty's eyes touched, the snow seemed to begin to melt extremely quickly. Of course, this was not because of His Majesty's burning eyes, but indeed from the moment Fan Xian's fingertips showed his sword energy, the snow below had already begun to melt. melted.
It's just that all of this happened in the blink of an eye, Emperor Qing wounded Fan Xian with one finger, locked the two young strong men with his hands, and the snow really melted and loosened.
Under the snow is a man in white.
The number one assassin in the world, the king who walks forever in the dark, the head of the Sixth Office of the Overwatch Council who has harvested countless heads under the sword, the first disciple of Jianlu in Dongyi City, the shadow next to the wheelchair, when he acts in this life , only wore white clothes twice.
Once in the Hanging Temple, he jumped out of the sun, his whole body shrouded in golden light, like an exiled immortal. One time was today, he was born from the snow, his whole body was pure white, like a saint.
Shadow made two shots in white, but he was facing the same person, the most powerful person in the world. So Shadow's shot today is also the most powerful and insidious shot he has ever made!
Unlike Fan Xian and Wang Shisanlang, his sword also seemed to be white, without any luster on it, and it looked so unpretentious and bleak.
And his sword is also so simple, not particularly fast, but very stable, the angle he chooses is very strange, the angle of inclination of the sword body, the turning of the sword surface, all follow a calculated position, without a trace of trembling Stretched out.
This sword is too wonderful, it does not stab Emperor Qing's face, eye sockets, throat, lower abdomen... any fatal place, nor the unusual choices of toes, knees, waist, etc., but stabs His Majesty the Emperor Left thigh.
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With a puff, even His Majesty, who is as powerful as the emperor, did not escape the shadow's sword at this moment. The white tip of the sword lightly pierced the root of His Majesty's thigh, and a bloody flower burst out!
The shadow is an assassin, his life is to kill people, in his eyes there is no one who cannot be killed, just like many people think that a thigh injury cannot cause fatal damage, but the shadow knows that there is a blood gap at the root of the thigh, Once pierced, blood will spurt five feet high, and no one can survive.
It's just that although this sword pierced His Majesty's thigh shallowly, it was not enough to kill this strong man, because the blood barrier had not been pierced, and the shadow crouching in the snow was like a concentrating Like a cow butcher, he picked up steadily and carefully.
His Majesty's face was a little whiter than the snow all over the sky. The moment the shadow in white came out with his sword, he was already backing away. He took Haitang and Wang Shisan who bound his hands Lang slid on the snow, backing away.
However, the shadow in white still stabbed the sword.
The emperor felt a bit of pain, his pupils shrank slightly, and then his people turned into a dragon in the wind and snow, rolling up all the snowflakes around him, all the people, all the sword intent, all the resistance, Everyone wrapped in the field floated up in the snow field in front of the Tai Chi Hall.
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(Of course the emperor is not dead, I was just worried that everyone would be unhappy seeing this, so I wanted to finish this paragraph today, but it turned out to be too difficult, and I was about to write it like crazy, but I still can only write up to Here, I am almost unable to hold on, but... the writing is very exhaustive, I am very happy.
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