Chapter 132 – The Cangshan Mountain has Snow and the Sword has Frost (I)

Since he had already made his move, there was no reason to wash his hands of it with a gold basin. Fan Xian’s eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and there wasn’t a single distraction in his mind, it was all about his fighting spirit and the fact that he had been catalyzed to the peak. The Great Wei Emperor’s sword was in his hand, the world did not necessarily exist, but at least he had the ambition and desire to break into the world – and the unfathomable Great Master Emperor in front of him, in Fan Xian’s eyes, was the world.

Goose feather like snow in the cold palace drifting down, suddenly four sword light illuminated the slightly obscure heaven and earth, the air appeared four traces of uncertainty, exceptionally strange, each trace, is a palpitating sword light, even let a person can not distinguish, the four sword is which sword first, which sword after the arrival of the four sword.

And unlike the killing intent contained in these four sword lights, the sword’s momentum was mixed with the wind and snow of heaven and earth, the antelope was hanging on the corner of the antelope, and it was so wonderful that he didn’t know where it would land.

In an instant, Fan Xian had already drifted to the front of His Majesty’s body, his right arm’s shirt whirring, every muscle under the shirt violently erupted with the most astonishing energy, and he stabbed four swords in a row in a flash of lightning!

Four sword intent to escape heaven and earth to arrive, each sword pierced into the sky and earth drifting a snowflake, and then, pierced in the emperor his majesty’s hair of the bank, the side of the sleeve, the emperor before the shoes, the dragon robe outside …… all piercing empty!

Instantaneous four sword actually all piercing empty, especially the last sword from His Majesty’s abdomen is only an inch away, but it is the distance of an inch, but it seems to be separated from thousands of mountains, the sword has been exhausted, as if the waterfall has been dried up, and can no longer surge, and can no longer be close to.

His Majesty the Emperor’s wide sleeve slightly flicked, in this illuminate the winter obscure cold palace before the four swords, extremely elegant and casual in the snow and dance, lightly, but also wonderful to the pinnacle of the four swords that Fan Xian has been storing momentum for a long time, such as the lightning general release.

The four swords that Fan Xian thrust out in an instant were not the Four Gu Swords of the Front and the Back, but the four swords that Fan Xian thrust out in an instant carried more of the aura of the Heavenly Dao’s closeness to heaven and earth, so that he was able to take advantage of the momentum of the snowflakes under the sheltering cover of the wind and snow, and stabbed the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty with a swiftness like lightening, and a moistness like drifting snow, forcing His Majesty not to counterattack with a thunderous strike in the first place.

These four sword breath does not have a trace of Dongyi City Sword Lodge’s cold-blooded murderous intent, but rather, it is approachable, so as to give Fan Xian the opportunity to get close to him, however, such a profoundly heavenly one subtle potential breath of the four swords, still did not cause any harm to the emperor, even the other party has not retreated a step, is still standing steadily and coldly, as if it had not moved earlier.

The cultivation realm of the great master, indeed, is not the level that the general world can touch, in front of the four swords that borrowed the momentum of heaven and earth and disappeared, His Majesty the Emperor even so easily dissolved.

The tip of the Great Wei Son of Heaven Sword was constantly buzzing and trembling in front of the bright yellow dragon robe, seemingly feeling a kind of despair and frustration, wanting to bow down and resign to his fate, but unwilling to do so, struggling desperately, and the four snowflakes that pierced through the sword were beginning to show signs of dispersal. Unlike the sword in his hand, Fan Xian’s face did not have the slightest expression of disappointment, and remained calm, while the bright light in those eyes was abruptly converged, turning into a dead silence of general dullness, emotionless and unfeeling, with only the intention of killing.

His pair of eyes, just like the four Gu sword killing intent rushed to the sky, piercing through the green trees straight to the sky of the eyes, never a trace of emotions mixed, only indifference. The sword in his hand, also at this moment became a dead object, non-sage can not use the murder weapon, a dead general cold, so that the sword on the four pieces of scattered snowflakes instantly turned into a frost, condensed like a mirror.

The clothes on his right shoulder suddenly broke, a series of crackling sounds suddenly rang out, and the two circumferences in Fan Xian’s body ran rapidly, clashing and struggling with each other, breaking through the shoulder acupoint gate, rushing straight through the Yangming vein to the elbow gate, against the wrist gate, and then sending the sword hilt.

His right arm seemed to be flung out, violently, transporting the sword with the momentum of a large split coffin! The sword that was already at the end of the mountain resumed its momentum and grew a foot longer, stabbing straight at Emperor Qing’s dragon robe!

This is the real sword, the sword granted to Fan Xian by the Four Gu Swords before his death, absolute love, absolute sex, killing without return, one Gu is a city of love, another Gu is a country of love, three Gu is a heart of love, four Gu is a frequent plan for the world, not for the world but also for the regicide of the king!

Cold Palace in the wind and snow, Wei Son of Heaven sword also turned into a snow sword, cold to the extreme, determined to the extreme, did not leave any retreat, any opportunity to turn back, a forward stabbing the past!

The palpitating sound of friction rang out, only for a moment, but in Fan Xian’s ears it sounded like it had been countless years, a very long time, and finally stopped.

Two well-maintained fingers, like white jade buds, steadily and coldly clamped down on the Great Wei Son of Heaven Sword, the friction sound was the sound generated between the cold sword body and these two fingers, the frost on half of the sword body had already been pinched off by the fingers, and at this time, these two fingers were clamped in the middle of the sword body, and a faint hot mist rose outward from the two fingers!

Even though His Majesty the Emperor was a great master, he would not take Fan Xian’s sword lightly, for it was too cold, too bloodthirsty and harsh, and the sword actually broke through his two fingers, forcing its way forward half the distance of the sword.

The emperor eventually retreated a step, yet there was still a distance of one inch between his body and the tip of the Great Wei Son of Heaven Sword, and Fan Xian was still unable to break through that inch and truly touch His Majesty’s dragon robe.

The emperor indifferently looked at his son who was close at hand, and the beard under his jaw had also condensed some frost and ice, which looked particularly terrible. The knuckles of the two fingers holding the Great Wei Son of Heaven Sword were slightly white, and the majestic and overbearing true qi that was like a thousand lakes, a thousand rivers, and a thousand streams surged out from these two fingers.

With a gentle twist, the extremely sharp Wei Tien Zi Sword, between His Majesty’s fingers, bent up like a noodle! However, the Great Wei Son of Heaven Sword was after all the imperial family’s greatest treasure back then, and under the pressure of such a terrifying patriarch, it hadn’t even broken!

Fan Xian was extremely close to His Majesty the Emperor, he maintained a small arrow step stance, his right leg slightly retreated into a low crouch, his entire body maintained an extremely perfect line, not revealing any breaks, and actually giving people a feeling that there was no way to go on the offensive.

However, in his hand holding that Wei Tian Zi sword, he is not the Four Gu Swords after all, this sword is not himself, but connected with his body, at this moment, it is like an extremely beautiful big character, suddenly more very bad foot of the remaining strokes.

Berserk true qi like a great river surged over from the Great Wei Son of Heaven Sword. Fan Xian’s tiger’s mouth erupted with blood, but he didn’t withdraw his sword, because he knew that at this time, the first battle of the mind, then the battle of the will, can’t be taken for the enemy, the color of indifference in his eyes became more and more thick, and the true qi in his body began to spray out in a violent manner.

Fan Xian Yong did not withdraw his sword, however, His Majesty the Emperor withdrew his finger.

The Great Wei Son of Heaven Sword, which had been bent to its limit, bounced up like lightning, and like a whip back, it chopped at Fan Xian’s face. Fan Xian’s pupils could actually clearly see that extremely bright flash of sword light.

The frost on that half of the sword also cracked swiftly with this flick, and exploded right on the body of the Great Wei Son of Heaven Sword, transforming into countless tiny grains of ice shards that exploded between the Emperor and Fan Xian’s body!

Fan Xian let out a scream, letting go of his tiger’s mouth, his wrist dropping like lightning, gripping the hilt of the sword in reverse, his feet below him staggering eight steps in a row on the snowy ground, kicking the golden eaves in reverse, and tilting his head back in order to retreat!

However, when he tilted his head, the perfect and ruthless defense that he had previously woven was immediately melting away, and his stance was in disarray.

His Majesty’s figure whistled like a gust of wind, pouncing directly on Fan Xian’s body with an ordinary, uncommon, and simple punch, which directly hit Fan Xian’s chest!

This seems to be lightly a fist blasted out, Fan Xian whole person was struck in the sky into a piece of snowflakes, drifting curls, miserable, muddy, not force, in the air changed countless shapes, upside down seven or eight heels, swept through dozens of feet of the abandoned garden of the barren snow, and ultimately very miserable landed in the far snow, shaking up a large area of snow, crushing dozens of dead grasses.

Fan Xian covered his chest and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, yet he still stood resolutely, staring deathly at His Majesty the Emperor in the distance.

No one could fly dozens of feet in the air without any reason, even if they were hit by His Majesty’s King’s Dao Killing Fist, that huge force that was so powerful that it made people unable to put up any resistance, it was still impossible to send a person flying dozens of feet horizontally.

Because the human body has weight, after all, it can’t be a real snowflake, and back then, on the Great Eastern Mountain, even when the Four Gu Swords were sent flying by Emperor Qing’s punch, he rolled out of the Eastern Mountain Qing Temple like a stone, and miserably and unimaginably rang that bell.

And who could have swept so far through the air – literally like a snowflake – as Fan Xian had done earlier.

The emperor glanced indifferently at the official boot cupped in his hand, frowning slightly at the cold, reflective metal tip stabbing out from the boot’s tip. Earlier, he had punched Fan Xian in the chest, and while Fan Xian had been sent flying, he had even had the intention of exchanging his life for a life, and had extremely sinisterly kicked out from underneath his shirt, and at the tip of his foot was the metal tip, which was obviously fed with a highly poisonous poison.

The emperor threw his boots into the snow, narrowed his eyes and looked at the distant Fan Xian who was struggling to stand, and said, “Small means cannot do great things.”

Fan Xian coughed twice, coughing up blood, and with some difficulty took out a thin plate of fine steel from the chest of his shirt and threw it onto the snow at his feet, saying, “But small means can save lives.”

Above the thin plate of steel, a handprint had been struck out, but marvelously enough, it was not the print of His Majesty the Emperor’s fist, but of the back of a horizontal palm.

When the Emperor’s kingly fist was about to blast into Fan Xian’s chest, in addition to that insidious kick from the bottom of his shirt, Fan Xian’s left arm naturally glided through the wind and snow, falling in front of his body with extreme speed, shielding himself before his vitals.

However, his Great Splitting Coffin Scattering Hand was no match for the King’s Punch struck by His Majesty’s Patriarchal Strength, and was devastated to break the sealing momentum, and His Majesty’s fist pressed against his palm, and ended up striking him hard on his chest, which is why it left that horizontal imprint on the reverse side of his palm.

With an iron plate hidden in his chest, he mobilized the TianDi true qi in his XiaoZhouTian at the last moment to protect his heart and veins, and with the cushioning of his own palm, it finally allowed Fan Xian to save his little life underneath such a horrifying punch.

The war between Emperor Qing Fan Xian’s father and son had only begun for a split second, but they were already separated by dozens of feet, observing each other through the wind and snow, and they had already decided on a winner. No matter how well prepared Fan Xian was, the huge gap between their strengths, the wonders of the Great Masters, could never be made up for by effort.

From the moment he drew his sword, Fan Xian successively used the Heavenly Dao’s borrowed momentum method, the subtle natural sword technique practiced at the Begonia, and finally condensed the snow into frost and sent it with the Ye family’s great split coffin, synthesizing the four swords of the Heavenly Dao into the overwhelming sword practiced at the Four Gu Swords!

And finally that sinister kick of the toes, the iron plate on the chest, naturally, is the kung fu practiced since childhood by Uncle Wu Zhu hammering, Fan Xian rely on the small means of fame, and used to catalyze these subtle skills, the foundation of the fusion, naturally, is the overbearing true qi in Fan Xian’s body diligently practiced for more than twenty years, has long since become a part of his body.

There were four great masters in the world plus a blind man, and all of the top martial arts in the human world were displayed in Fan Xian’s body alone. Only Fan Xian in this world possessed such good fortune to learn so many subtle skills. To put it another way, it was also the strong men who had died or departed who had placed their last hope of resisting Emperor Qing in Fan Xian is body, and he was able to fight His Majesty the Emperor today in a fair battle.

However, even with the long-prepared chain of three strikes, the supreme mastery from the great masters, he still did not get any advantage in front of His Majesty. From the beginning to the end, His Majesty the Emperor had only retreated a step, produced two fingers, and blasted out a fist, and then he had seriously injured Fan Xian. How could this kind of gap be closed by practicing hard meditation?

A ninth-grade powerhouse was an extremely rare pinnacle under the heavens, and with Fan Xian’s cultivation today, he could go anywhere in the world, but facing a great master, no one had ever imagined that a ninth-grade powerhouse would have any possibility of overstepping his bounds.

Today, in the snow and wind, Fan Xian was able to force His Majesty to take a step back and survive His Majesty’s punch, a matter that was shocking enough for the world and enough to make him proud.

Fan Xian coughed up blood, took off his other official boot, and stood barefoot in the cold snow, his eyes slightly narrowed as unprecedented bravado and confidence arose in his eyes. This kind of emotion that seemed a bit abrupt under the tragic defeat was not because he had forced back the emperor s old man, nor was it because he had survived, but because there was a certainty of self-judgment within his calm inner heart.

His …… Majesty is old.

During the seven days of Fan Fu’s seclusion, in addition to considering those matters of the heart war and preserving the lives of the people he loved and cared for, what Fan Xian thought about the most was the question of His Majesty the Emperor’s true condition nowadays. What exactly was the realm of a great master? Fan Xian had seen Ye Liuyun strike, and had seen the Four Guards Sword, but this was different from the other, since the Grand Master was said to be unfathomable, how could he assess the Emperor’s true strength?

Luckily, in Dongyi City, before the death of the Four Gu Swords, the Grand Master had discussed the issue of Emperor Qing’s realm with Fan Xian for a long time, and had come up with a judgment that, though a bit vague, was extremely close to the truth.

Emperor Qing’s cultivation came to fruition precisely when his body’s domineering true qi exceeded the critical value during the Northern Expedition and tore up all the meridians in his body in one fell swoop, thus becoming a wasted man, but in the end, for some reason, His Majesty was not only as good as new, but had even become the fourth Great Master in the world of mankind.

The meridians in Fan Xian’s body had also burst, only to be repaired by a fluke with the help of Hai Tang Duo Duo, under the conditioning of Tian Dao’s natural method. But how exactly did His Majesty survive back then?

The Four Gu Swords had fought with Emperor Qing on the Great Eastern Mountain, and he told Fan Xian his judgment that now Emperor Qing’s body no longer had the so-called meridians that humans should have, and that the entire human body had become an orifice, and that the true qi traveled through his body without any stagnation, and that both his breath and his energy were fast enough to reach an eye-popping degree, and that because there were no longer any meridian limitations, the overbearing true qi in Emperor Qing could be cultivated and built up indefinitely. Because there was no longer any restriction on the meridians, Emperor Qing’s body could keep practicing and accumulating it without any limitations until it reached a realm that no human would dare to hope for.

Great masters have their own ways to break through the realm, some people rely on their sense of closeness with the world, some people rely on the cold and severe heart of seeing the world as nothing, while Emperor Qing breaks through that level of the realm is not to ask the inner method, but rather strong non-stop solid cultivation, the body’s overbearing true qi into the sea, with quantitative changes and achievements of qualitative changes.

This is Emperor Qing’s most terrifying strength, and only by virtue of his body’s endless true qi and exceptionally fast out of breath entry method, back then in the Great Eastern Mountain, he could a finger across half the lake, the body cultivated for decades of countless true qi, in the flavor of that finger, sent half of the body into the body of Bitter Lotus masters, and broke the body of that skin.

If one could really determine the true nature of Emperor Qing’s Grandmaster realm, then there would be a question that was well worth pondering, Emperor Qing’s overbearing true qi that had been stored up for decades, degree half of it into Master Bitter Lotus’s body, such a large amount of loss, it was naturally cost-effective to use it to kill a Grandmaster, however, with this half of the loss, Emperor Qing was only afraid that he would have to spend many more years in order to make up for it.

General martial arts practitioners only need a few days of meditation, perhaps it will be able to let the true qi return to its original state, even if half of the body’s true qi loss, at most, only need to recuperate for a few months. However, Emperor Qing’s path was originally different from anyone else in the world, the rest of the body’s true qi is at most a pond, that is, the few great masters is at most a small lake, but they call the means of the small lake, hidden can make the lake water vaporization, go is the method of God’s skill.

However, Emperor Qing’s body is a sea, less than half, just three years, I’m afraid it is impossible to re-fill back.

Half of the sea was still unfathomable, still not something Fan Xian could resist, yet Emperor Qing kept taking blows over the years, with the Kyoto Rebellion, the heartbreak of his son’s death and his mother’s death, his mind was only damaged, and the damage done to His Majesty by the black wheelchair in the Imperial Study Room in the fall of last year was only unable to be fully healed, and it would be impossible to completely immunize oneself against the tactics of Chen Pingping even if he was a great master.

If His Majesty was still the same His Majesty that he was before the Great Eastern Mountain, even if it was the same gentle smiling, seemingly neutral, but actually cold and stern His Majesty that he was three years ago, Fan Xian would not stand a chance at all. Regarding the scene on the Great Eastern Mountain, Fan Xian understood it very well, and he knew what kind of terrifying power His Imperial Majesty’s King’s Way Killing Fist possessed.

And today, His Majesty’s punch was clearly inferior to the one on Daedong Mountain. No matter how many life-preserving techniques Fan Xian had used, and even utilized the breathing technique he had been hiding at the bottom of his chest, yet Fan Xian was still alive. If it had been the original His Majesty the Emperor, I’m afraid that this punch would have directly shattered Fan Xian’s palms, the iron plates underneath his clothes, and directly blown half of his body to pieces.

This was proof enough that His Imperial Majesty had already stepped down from the altar, he was old and far less powerful than he was back then.

Fan Xian squinted his eyes as he looked at His Imperial Majesty on the other side of the wind and snow, blood seeping down from his lips, but he wore a very refreshing smile on his face. It was rare in his life to have such a quick battle that defied life and death, and he could vaguely smell a hint of victory, which was really refreshing.

The emperor also looked at his son through the snow and wind, his eyes slightly narrowed, a cold light in his eyes appeared and disappeared. He knows very well, Fan Xian can in his fist under the survival because of what, not because of that insidious foot, not because the other side of the wonderful, blocking in front of his fist palm, more likely not because of that piece of ridiculous steel plate, but because of Fan Xian’s stance, that in the snowy air and swept out of the dozens of feet, as if the snowflake general drifting without force of the stance.

Precisely because of the drift and lack of effort, at least most of the power of the Emperor’s king’s fist was lost in the snowy air, and did not really land on Fan Xian’s body.

The problem was, where did Fan Xian’s stance come from? No one in this world was able to swipe dozens of feet across the air and become as if they weighed nothing.

The emperor’s eyes narrowed even more, and he realized that he was actually somewhat unable to see through this son of his, and he wondered just how many more surprises Fan Xian had in store for him.

“You already have the strength of Hung Four Itch.” The emperor’s voice traveled clearly into Fan Xian’s ears through the roiling snow and wind.

Fan Xian’s face was slightly stagnant, knowing that this was the emperor’s supreme affirmation of himself. In that year, apart from the four great masters of the world, it was Hong Hubong’s strength that was the most unfathomable, and His Majesty had once said that if it weren’t for Hong Si-Itch’s physical deformity, he was afraid that there would have to be one more great master in this world.

Today, His Majesty compared himself to Hong Si Itch, and Fan Xian felt slightly proud, but also knew clearly that His Majesty must have seen that the method he used earlier to neutralize that Wang Dao punch was a bit odd. Yes, that was the Dharma that Master Bitter Lotus had entrusted the Four Gu Swords to pass on to Fan Xian before he died, and Fan Xian breathed in the wind and snow, wandering through the air as close as a bird, all because he could feel those vague fluctuations between heaven and earth.