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 sword light makes people unable to tell which of the four swords came first and which came last.
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.
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 still stood steadily and coldly, 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 snowflakes also began to show signs of being scattered. Unlike the sword in his hand, Fan Xian didn't have the slightest disappointed expression on his face, and his expression was still calm, while the light in his eyes suddenly faded away, turning into a deathly bleakness, ruthless and emotionless. There is 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, the wind and snow blew up, and the Great Wei Tianzi Sword also turned into a snow sword. It was extremely cold and resolute, 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 finally stopped.
Two extremely well-maintained fingers, like white jade buds, clamped the Great Wei Tianzi Sword steadily and coldly. The sound of friction was the sound produced between the cold sword body and these two fingers. The frost had already been pinched off by the fingers, and now these two fingers were clamped in the middle of the sword body, and a faint hot mist rose from the two fingers!
Even if 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 his two fingers, forcing it forward 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 His Majesty's dragon robe.
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 mighty river surged from the Great Wei Tianzi Sword. Blood gushed out of Fan Xian's tiger's mouth, but he did not withdraw his sword, because he knew that the will to fight the first battle and the will to fight again could not be captured by the enemy. The indifference in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and the true energy in his body also It began to spurt violently.
Fan Xianyong did not withdraw his sword, however, His Majesty withdrew his finger.
The Great Wei Tianzi Sword, bent to the limit, bounced like lightning, and slashed towards Fan Xian's face like a whip. Fan Xian could clearly see that extremely bright sword light in his pupils.
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, as soon as he raised his head, the perfect and ruthless defense that he had constructed before 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!
This seemingly understated punch was thrown out, and Fan Xian's whole body was turned into a snowflake fluttering in the sky, fluttering and curling up, miserable and helpless, changing countless figures in the air, turning upside down After seven or eight somersaults, it skimmed over tens of feet of deserted garden and snow field, and finally landed very tragically on the snow field far away, shaking up a large piece of snow and crushing dozens of dead grasses.
Fan Xian clutched his chest, spurting out a mouthful of blood, but 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 people can't resist, it is impossible to knock a person sideways for several days ten feet.
Because the human body has weight, after all, it cannot be a real snowflake. Back then on Dadongshan, even if Sigujian was punched by Emperor Qing, he rolled out like a stone in Dongshan Qing Temple, crashing miserably. the bell.
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. .
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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 of Xizi Sigu Sword!
And the insidious kick on the toes at the end, and the iron plate on the chest, are naturally the kung fu practiced by being hammered by Uncle Wu Zhu since childhood, the little tricks Fan Xian has become famous for, and they are used to stimulate these magical skills and master them well. The foundation of this is naturally the domineering true energy that Fan Xian has cultivated diligently 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 Xianshi, so that he could fight His Majesty the Emperor fairly today.
However, even with the long-prepared series of three strikes, learned from the supreme skills of the great masters, in front of His Majesty the Emperor, 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 can this 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 nine There is any possibility of leapfrog challenges for the top-ranked players.
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.
Fan Xian coughed up blood, took off his other official boot, and stood barefoot in the cold snow, his eyes slightly narrowed, with unprecedented pride and confidence in his eyes. 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.
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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, and 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 asking his own heart, but the method of forcefully Continuously solidify the cultivation base, the domineering true energy in the body has accumulated into a sea, and quantitative changes have achieved qualitative changes.
This is Emperor Qing's most terrifying strength, and only by relying on the inexhaustible 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 in his 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 anyone else in the world. The true qi in the rest of the human body is at most a pond, and even those great masters are at most a small lake, but they use the means of the small lake to It is obvious that the lake water can be transpired, and it is a miraculous method.
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.
Half of the sea is still unfathomable, and it is still beyond Fan Xian's ability to resist. However, Emperor Qing has endured constant blows these years. The damage caused by that black wheelchair to His Majesty may not be fully healed, and Chen Pingping's methods, even if she is a grand master, cannot 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 Mount Dadong, 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 tried to save his life, and even used the breathing method he had been hiding at the bottom of the box, Fan Xian was still alive. 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.
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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 refreshing smile on his face. It was rare in his life to fight so willingly without fear of life and death, and he could vaguely smell a trace of victory, which was really refreshing.
The emperor also looked at his son through the wind and snow, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light in his pupils flickered before disappearing. 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. It was a ridiculous steel plate, but it was because of Fan Xian's agility, which fluttered tens of feet in 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, and 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 Hong Siitch's strength." 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 is 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 as close as a bird, all because he could feel the heaven and the earth. Those faint fluctuations in between.