Chapter 133 – The Cangshan Mountain Has Snow, The Sword Has Frost II – A Splash of the Finger

In the wind and snow, Fan Xian was expressionless, breathing calmly, the palms of his two slightly trembling hands palms facing the sky, every inch of his body, every pore, was greedily sucking in the unknown, unknowable yuan qi from the heavens and earth, a layer of faint radiance just covering his clothes.

He didn’t really know what these fluctuations of Yuan Qi that were either fresh or active were, where they came from, and what they were caused by, but after he had first sensed the existence of these things from the shores of the East Sea, he realized that when following the chaotic breathing mind method that was written down in the pamphlet, it seemed to be possible to inhale these Yuan Qi that existed in the heavens and earth and turn it into true essence.

Previously a sword three styles, shocked and flew, in a flash of lightning, Fan Xian’s body has always been known for the abundance of overbearing true qi will have a sense of exhaustion, in the face of this crisis, he simply can not have any hiding, in front of His Majesty the emperor, began to once again adjust the breath.

Nowadays, although His Majesty the Emperor had been injured, moved, and aged his body, he was still a great master!

With a single raise of his hand and a single throw of his foot, he controlled the potential field of the arena, causing Fan Xian to have to exert his entire body to deal with it, and in just an instant, the sea of qi in his body was about to bottom out. At this moment, although he was greedily sucking in the Yuan Qi between heaven and earth, the fluctuations in the wind and snow were so weak, and the Yuan Qi factor that he could feel was so thin, it didn’t help him at all in his current situation, although he was able to regain his Qi a little faster, allowing him to barely stand in the snow, however, how could it help him to defeat a great master?

For the strong people of this continent, overseas spells have always been like chicken ribs, disdaining them, even if it was Master Bitter Lotus, a great master with a big heart, who had no scruples, who dared to eat human flesh, who started practicing spells in the last days of his life, and was lucky enough to obtain that booklet, he still hadn’t come out of the other side of the road, and could only be regarded as an auxiliary means at the most.

Just like Fan Xian today, he breathed in and out, meditated and collected his qi, but it was like he was in the middle of ten thousand hectares of paddy fields, wanting to breathe, but he couldn’t suck much oxygen from the sludge and muddy water.

Can’t wait any longer, because the bright yellow dragon robe figure at the end of the wind and snow, has begun to slowly but resolutely step on the snow to come. The distance of dozens of feet seemed far away, and the snowflakes on the other side seemed countless times smaller than the snowflakes here, but for Emperor Qing and Fan Xian, what was the difference between the end of the world and a stone’s throw away?

Fan Xian’s eyes have no joy and no anger, just a calm, slightly deformed Wei Son of Heaven sword sword across the eyebrow, cold light, the body of the size of the two circumference in the danzhong at a slight sweep, stirred up the waist behind the snowy mountains shine brightly.

Since the rebirth of the daily diligence of solid foundation meditation storage of the majestic true qi, it is like a snowy mountain was shining sun, instantly put into a bubbling stream, the water in the stream is more and more, converged into a small river, converged into a large river, flushing him than anyone in the world to be thick and magnificent meridians, transported to the extremities of the body of every subtle end, strong with his mind, hammering his flesh. The snowy ground under his feet was like a lotus flower blooming, bursting out into a flower, Fan Xian’s body swept diagonally, muddy but violent and unusual, holding these two completely different breaths and carrying the sword to go.

A lightning-like sword light in the snowy sky lit up the gloomy heaven and earth, illuminating every snowflake, every goose feather, so clearly that the edges of the snowflakes could be seen!

After the three strikes of the sword earlier, under the powerful pressure exerted by His Majesty the Emperor, Fan Xian’s Four Guards Sword inherited from the Dongyi City Sword Lodge had finally, under the protection of the two strands of true qi in his body, and under the shelter of the Lightness of Being Technique, perfectly blended together, truly reaching the realm of great completion, and this sword, in fact, had already taken on the radiance of the day when the shadow stabbed the Four Guards Sword within the Dongyi City Lord’s Mansion!

Fan Xian was tragically disheveled as he was knocked off the ground from mid-air and flew back horizontally, landing heavily on the snowy ground, while the snow lotus that he had stepped on earlier was still holding its shape in the air, thus showing that his going and coming back had been so swift, so fast that it was too late for that snow lotus to be shattered!

He went in a dashing manner, stabbing as he wished, harsh yet natural, but he retreated even faster, in a state of distress and shock!

His Majesty slowly withdrew his fist that was stretched flat in the air, the one that was steady and dominating. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Fan Xian in the snow, still silent. Before Fan Xian’s sword, His Imperial Majesty also had to slightly avoid it, so this fist was not yet sufficiently powerful, and since that previous punch did not kill Fan Xian alive, this punch must be undead as well.

As expected, Fan Xian was like a small strong man who couldn’t be beaten to death, climbing up from the snow with great difficulty, with the blood traces that were going to be frozen by the cold hanging on the corner of his lips, staring indifferently at His Majesty’s Emperor’s eyes that had no ripples in them, and then suddenly a mouthful of blood was vomited out.

All the world all-powerful method, whether it is speed skill shift, all this all martial arts on the outer edge, are built on the basis of true qi root foundation, qi lake insufficient, how can be as fast as lightning? How can you use those who have already got the world’s wonderful techniques? True qi is the foundation of martial arts, the meridians in Fan Xian’s body are different from normal people, the cultivation method is different from normal people, hegemonic and majestic in full force, when looking at the world, it is really an anomaly.

However, …… His Majesty’s body was even more unusual! The meridians in his body were not as wide and different as Fan Xian’s, but there were no veins at all, and his entire body, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, was a channel of luck that ran through and through! The hegemonic techniques practiced by His Majesty were even stronger, and there was a kind of natural kingly aura in the midst of the violence!

Comparatively speaking, His Majesty the Emperor is like an upgraded version of Fan Xian, Fan Xian is a small monster, His Majesty the Emperor is a big monster, and Fan Xian wants to rely on his own strength, the top of the real qi cultivation, and His Majesty to fight against him head on, without a doubt, it is an extremely courageous and …… absurd choice.

Or that old saying, today on this continent, whether it is personal cultivation or power, Fan Xian is already one of the most powerful people, no, in fact, he is already the second in the world, and he himself has admitted this.

But today, he was facing the number one person in the world, the most powerful person in heaven and on earth!

Without a trace of frustration in his calm eyes, Fan Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, watching His Majesty’s gradually approaching steps through the wind and snow. He knew that when His Majesty stepped in front of him, that would be the moment when he would no longer be able to gain an advantage in his stance with that strange technique.

Blood dripped from between his lips, wetting his lapel, and was quickly frozen into a bloody frost by the cold breath of the cold palace.

The dark pupils of his eyes narrowed slightly as Fan Xian lifted the Great Wei Heavenly Son Sword upside down, crossed his wrist in front of him, fully alert, wiped the blood stains from his lips with the strip of cloth tied around his wrist, licked his lips, and laughed in a sandy voice, “It’s very refreshing.”

Yes, he grew up under the care of the Procuratorate since he was young, and has been preparing for taking charge of the Procuratorate since his childhood, and has been immersed in the insidious darkness of the Procuratorate from head to tail, from his bones to his skin, and he does not know how many turmoils and how many powerful enemies he has encountered in this life, and every now and then, he would try to weaken the other side in any way possible, and use those unseemly and despicable tactics to seek the final victory, however, it is Rarely would he bravely rely on the sword in his hand to engage in the most direct, harsh and hot-blooded battles with his powerful enemies.

Looking at His Majesty the Emperor, who was gradually approaching, and feeling the mighty pressure overflowing between heaven and earth gradually suppressing his own body, a trace of perseverance flashed across Fan Xian’s clean-cut face, and at such a tense moment, he actually thought of the time three years ago, on that cliff in the pristine mountain forests of the northern part of Tanya Prefecture, when Yan Xiaoyi, holding a longbow in his hand, had seemingly approached his own body in the same cold manner.

On the meadow, Fan Xian had stood up bravely, and today, he stood up equally bravely, staring coldly at His Majesty the Emperor in the snow and wind, took a deep breath, and facing the snow and wind that came upon his face, he vibrated his right arm, and stamped both his feet on the melting snow, like a spirit cat stepping on the snow to strike electrically, and with a sudden shake of his body, he disappeared from his original spot.

Ran away? His Majesty the Emperor looked at that follow the wind and snow momentum, transformed into a gray shadow, will be swept through the abandoned garden palace wall, towards the direction of the palace due south sped son, frown slightly frowned, the corner of the lips rose a trace of emotionally complex indifferent smile, bright yellow dragon robe double sleeve vibration, suddenly turned into a blurred yellow shadow, instantaneous disappearance along with Fan Xian’s silhouette.

In the mid-air of the cold palace, Fan Xian’s hands naturally hung slightly on both sides of his body, speedily and exceptionally naturally swept along with the wind and snow, turning into a gray shadow on the eaves and walls of the palace.

Earlier, in the ruined garden, he made the gesture of a lion cub fighting for its life, but he turned around and left, exhausting all his cultivation to escape into the snow and wind. To escape from his majesty’s side, his heart did not have a trace of humiliation, the emperor’s old man is a great master, is a great monster, in short, is not a human being, can not beat a guy who is not a human being, is a very normal thing, know that you can not beat, but also to stay there to fight for his life, that is called stupidity.

Feeling the subtle changes in the wind and snow through his clothes, Fan Xian’s posture is exceptionally wonderful, like a cold-resistant bird flying freely, changing the direction of forward movement in the air from time to time, drawing a wonderful arc, but the speed is not reduced in the slightest.

Quiet for a long time in the palace, it is already morning time, occasionally there are eunuchs and servants sweeping the snow, glimpsed the gray shadow that swept through the mid-air, but they all just thought that they were blurred, because there is no one in the world who can fly so fast.

Fan Xian freely and freely swept, in the obscure and quiet imperial city swept, every seven or eight feet distance, will be in those eaves or wall slightly point, body shape without any stagnation, and into another palace, this kind of figure, this kind of speed, is really the earth has never seen.

A drop of sweat from Fan Xian’s neck slipped into the back, some of the full force of the flying and swept the art of casting, and did not consume too much of his true essence, borrowing the momentum of heaven and earth, hiding in heaven and earth, has got the beauty of heaven and earth, flying and swept in mid-air, but let his state of mind calm down, the body of the two circumferences of the cycle began to warm up, bit by bit, repairing the gap that he created under the pressure of the majesty of his majesty, and that nameless spells and techniques, seems to be in this harmonious atmosphere of heaven and earth. It seemed that it was also given fullest play in this harmonious atmosphere of heaven and earth, allowing him to recover faster and faster and be in better and better shape.

The tip of the foot over the eaves of a stone beast head, but even the copper bell contained in the mouth of the beast did not stir, Fan Xian flying in mid-air above the palace, overlooking the earth and the people in the palace, especially a kind of floating want to be immortal, overlooking the feeling of the pale life, especially those who are either boiling water or sweeping the snow, but none of them can find the sky someone in the sweep, this feeling is very wonderful.

However, the sweat on Fan Xian’s back was still flowing, because although he had put his whole heart and soul into this harmonious realm, and would not move his mind to look back, he could still clearly feel that a powerful, hidden might was adorning him, like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper, which, although slow, could never be gotten rid of.

Not thinking that his speed had increased to such a realm, but there was still no way to get rid of His Majesty behind him, Fan Xian’s pupils shrunk slightly, and he broke through towards the tall main gate of the Imperial City far to the south.

From the northwestern corner of the palace at the ruined garden, Fan Xian lightly escaped and made his way south, strangely enough, he didn’t choose the nearest north palace gate or those palace walls to tumble through.

He had been negotiating with His Majesty in the palace for so long that he naturally had something to go on, and this father and son duo both knew very well what the situation at hand was; Fan Xian had promised His Majesty that this was only a war between the two of them, and His Majesty, for the sake of a thousand generations of Daqing, had only imposed the imperial pressure on Fan Xian alone.

As long as Fan Xian was able to escape this time, at least the heavens would be quiet for many years, and for the sake of those hidden bargaining chips on all sides of the world, His Imperial Majesty would not take action against those who were Fan Xian’s subordinates until he was killed, which was the meaning of a promise made by the Son of Heaven, a promise made by a horse is hard to follow.

And His Majesty would not allow his empire to keep hiding the existence of a force that could threaten him, so he had to kill Fan Xian today.

But …… Fan Xian did not leave the palace. Although those high vermillion palace walls of the imperial palace that sealed off the four directions claimed to be able to stop any ninth grade powerhouse in the world, but back then, Uncle Wuzhu luring Hong Hubong out of the palace had already proved that this palace wall was not a heavenly peril for a powerhouse that truly stood at the top of the earth, let alone for Fan Xian, a character who had worked endlessly on his flying and swiping skills since he was a young boy.

Fan Xian traveled south, always south, in the deep, snowy palace, he swept past the Shufang Palace, past the Hall of Hanguang, past the dilapidated East Palace and Guangxin Palace, and he saw many people, while no one in the palace saw him.

He swept through the three main palace, six other courtyard, saw seventy-two women, finally swept up the tallest taiji hall in the whole imperial city.

Towering above the hall, there has never been anything to come, in addition to the founding of the country when the new repair, those craftsmen may have been busy in the above, it is rumored that when the repair of this hall, but also fell to death two people, and finally also from the Wei dynasty to invite the temple door of the heavenly avenue to quell the grievances of the souls.

Today’s taiji hall, yellow glazed tiles covered with a thick layer of snow, the two colors extremely beautifully mixed in one place, like a very often gorgeous clothing, so that people can not bear to destroy. Fan Xian didn’t have the slightest time or mood to enjoy the snow at the moment, he floated along the middle end of the Taiji Hall directly toward the high place, although his feet were incredibly slippery, he couldn’t let his body have the slightest deflection.

Sweeping upwards, his toes stepped on the towering keel at the middle end of the Taiji Hall, Fan Xian stood in the wind, his body surrounded by drifting snow, his sleeves whirring. He is now standing in the highest point of the palace, the front is extremely majestic main gate of the imperial city, surrounded by the palace wall looks incredibly low, and can even see half of Kyoto city, are trapped in a blinding wind and snow.

Not knowing where Ruo Ruo was now after leaving the palace, not knowing if Wan Er and the others had already left Kyoto, Fan Xian stood at the highest point of the palace, squinting his eyes at the heavy eaves of Kyoto in the distance, and then waited until the bright yellow figure appeared behind him.

Fan Xian did not turn around, his eyes flashed a very strong color of disappointment, because the sound he had been waiting for did not sound, the change he had been waiting for did not happen, the entire palace was still quiet, especially above this majestic hall, except for him and His Majesty the Emperor behind him, there was nothing but snow and wind.

Fan Xian slid down the glazed tiles of the hall, and although the battle for the top of the Forbidden City in the snow and wind must have been an extremely impressive and dignified engagement, in Fan Xian’s opinion, one could only live with dignity, but not die with dignity.

The gray figure and the bright yellow figure, almost simultaneously, lightly landed in the thick snow in front of the Taiji Hall and stopped.

The emperor stood in front of the long corridor of the Taiji Palace, behind him was the deep door of the main hall, in the past days he summoned the ministers in the palace, controlling the life and death of countless people in the world, but today he was standing here alone.

Fan Xian stood in the middle of the square in front of the palace, surrounded by thick snow, he looked at the heavy palace gates facing him in the distance, squinting slightly, wondering if he felt he didn’t have the strength to break through the gates. He slowly turned around and looked at the emperor and said, “In fact, when anything develops to the end, it is just like two wild beasts tearing apart.”

The emperor was silent, his expression cold as he looked at Fan Xian as if he were looking at a dead man. At this moment, the two of them, the ruler and the minister, finally stopped their flying chase that was completely beyond the world’s imagination, and quietly stood in front of the palace, also appearing in front of the eyes of thousands of his people.

Those eunuchs sweeping the snow outside the hall, the palace maids walking quietly through the long corridors, those guards with green and red faces and holding swords stood with their mouths open in shock, looking at His Majesty the Emperor and Lord Fan Jr. in the snow, shocked and unable to speak for a long time.

Fan Xian calmly looked at His Majesty the Emperor, but in the back of his mind he was thinking of something else, because he sensed a hint of strangeness. From the Northwest Abandoned Garden straight to the South City of the Imperial Palace, His Imperial Majesty had gotten close to himself several times along the way and found the shakti time to kill or capture him, but His Imperial Majesty did not make a move.

Why was this?

I’m sure that His Majesty the Emperor, who was frowning slightly, was also puzzled in his mind, Fan Xian didn’t think of fleeing outside of the palace, but went south, why was this?

Fan Xian was waiting for a variable, but unfortunately, after His Majesty the Emperor bared his form at the Taiji Hall, the first variable did not happen. Then what about the second? How much strength Fan Xian himself was capable of, His Majesty the Emperor had counted and ordered clearly, and the variable at this point had to be one that even Fan Xian didn’t know about.

Just like that fairy bureau in the Hanging Temple back then, coincidentally, the winds and clouds gathered, everyone in the bureau had their own purpose, however, in the end, there were variables that could not be controlled by anyone.

Fan Xian firmly believe that the variables that he does not know will happen, because the hanging temple thing out of the four sides of the force, but as the biggest enemy of the South Qing Dynasty, the court of Northern Qi has remained silent.

North Qi inherited from Wei, in this world operation for a thousand years, for the heart of the big trouble of the South Qing Kyoto Palace, does not have any means? Fan Xian didn’t believe it, he firmly believed that the Northern Qi people must have hidden a weapon in the palace! And today, when the Southern Qing ruler and his son turned against each other and splashed blood on the imperial city, it was the best time for the Northern Qi young emperor to use his weapon!

If the sound of war drums, a muffled thud, if a great war breaks out, tens of thousands of taut bowstrings sing in unison, but in fact it is only the huge city crossbow at the corner tower of the Imperial City, tightened with machine springs, in this silent and even dull moment was launched!

Such as children’s arm general thick steel crossbow arrow, in the powerful machine spring power role, in an instant as a black lightning, broke through the air at the corner of the Imperial City, shocked the air a burst, tearing the Taiji Temple front air non-stop fluttering snowflakes, high-speed rotation, raw split a deep space channel, shot to the temple in front of the figure of the bright yellow!

I don’t know was cast dead city guard crossbow abutment, how was twisted over, aimed at the direction of the palace, more don’t know how the north qi people infiltrated into the south qing imperial city’s forbidden army team, and secretly control that corner building, Fan Xian only know the north qi people’s hand weapon finally moved. This is already enough, a sharp whistle, Fan Xian sinks his breath in the foot, the body heavy as a rock, moving like a waterfall, people move with the sword, followed by that branch of the huge crossbow whistling came to kill the emperor’s body in front!

The crossbow was approaching, but the distance was too far, and His Majesty the Emperor, who was in the realm of the Great Master, only needed to brush his sleeve and retreat, forcing his strong cultivation to turn distance into time, and then he could avoid this amazing crossbow.

However, Fan Xian’s afterglow had long since glimpsed that under the long corridor there was a palace maid who was kneeling on the ground and shivering, but at this time she had already stood up, and with a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes, she pulled down the fine needle in her hair and stabbed it towards His Majesty’s back.

Whether it was the Northern Qi people or Fan Xian, it seemed that they had underestimated Emperor Qing’s will and reaction that had been polished over decades in this world, and when everyone thought that the bright yellow figure in front of the Taiji Hall would temporarily avoid the sharpness of the giant crossbow ……

His Majesty the Emperor’s figure disappeared from its original position, and actually swiftly took three consecutive steps on the snow!

With a loud boom, the huge crossbow arrow grazed His Majesty the Emperor’s hair, and ruthlessly stuck into the flat as jade lapis lazuli ground, instantly stabbing this stone surface into beanblossom-like rubble, brick mud splashing violently in all directions, but just happened to block that sneak attacking palace maid assassin behind the stone debris!

His Majesty’s right arm flicked the dragon sleeve, a powerful true qi coerced the stone chips and snowflakes in the sky behind him, and struck over like a giant dragon, hitting the courtesan’s body squarely!

Snort snort snort blood splattered horizontally, countless stone chips and snowflakes struck the body of the courtesan like arrows, instantly creating hundreds and thousands of cuts on her body!

The assassin didn’t even have time to make a single strike, didn’t even have time to grunt before collapsing into a blur of flesh and blood in the snow.

The distance between His Majesty and Fan Xian was shortened a little more, at this time Fan Xian was sprinting with all his might, but in a flash of lightning, father and son were close to each other, so close that Fan Xian could even see His Majesty’s slightly thinned face, the pair of icy cold eyes that no longer had any emotions, and the killing intent that was revealed in the calm eyes without any reason!

Beiqi’s scattershot weapon was really powerful, no matter who it was against, it was only adequate, however, it was extremely ugly to use it against a great master like His Majesty. Fan Xian’s eyes did not show the slightest hint of disappointment, but he still struck his sword in the air, ruthlessly stabbing down towards His Majesty’s eye sockets.

It was still the same situation as the previous two encounters, the Great Wei Son of Heaven Sword in Fan Xian’s hand could not possibly hit His Majesty, who was like a fairy or a phantom, and whose posture in a square inch of land was endlessly fantastic; the tip of the sword spat out its sharp edge, and dismally and powerlessly pierced the air next to His Majesty’s cheek, hissing, but in vain.

Instead, His Majesty’s fist had already blasted over again, a true king’s fist, His Majesty the Emperor no longer leaving any backhand, a fist as clean and glistening as jade, overpowering all whiteness in this roiling wind and snow, shining with a light that should not be found on earth, and blasted into Fan Xian’s chest.

The emperor’s face was also white, an unhealthy white, as if this great master had already gathered all the true qi in his body, which was like a sea, into this fist. If this punch were to be neutralized, even if Fan Xian had two of the most exquisite true qi protections in the world, and a brilliant bird-like stance to unload the force, he would still only be shattered to pieces.

Right at this moment, the Great Wei Heavenly Son Sword in Fan Xian’s hand came off, whistling and breaking through the snowy air towards the deep, tightly closed door of the great hall.

His man faced the fist that shone with white holy light, roared mournfully, and his entire body began to tremble violently as one finger, separated by a distance of three feet, unusually clumsily and slowly nodded towards His Majesty’s face!

The slowness was just a feeling, but in reality, the tip of that finger contained all the true essence that Fan Xian had been able to force out in his entire life, and it was so condensed and heavy that the massless qi gave birth to a feeling of quality, as if it had a weight to it, so that his finger began to tremble randomly in the snowy air.

His face was unusually pale, but his eyes were unusually bright.

Even a sword in Fan Xian’s hand could not pierce the emperor’s body, let alone a finger, let alone his finger being some distance away from His Majesty, whose murderous fist was on the verge of touching his shirt.

However, a sharp sound rang out from Fan Xian’s fingertips, like a devil trying to tear through the disguise of the human body outside and burrow out of that leathery garment, or like the notes inside the pipes of a bamboo xiao, which, because they hadn’t been pressed for so long, couldn’t stand the loneliness any longer, and wanted to burrow out of those holes and transform into a few wisps of clear sound in the air.

A sword qi that was as clear and crisp as it could be, as powerful as it could be, with a killing intent, spewed out from Fan Xian’s fingertips, instantly transcending the space between the two of them and stabbing at His Majesty the Emperor’s throat!

I remember when I was young, when the urchins of Tanyu State made me laugh, why did my true qi instantly disappear into the air when I sent it out of my body? Uncle Five Bamboo didn’t know internal martial arts, he couldn’t explain it. Why hadn’t any of the world’s martial arts practitioners tried it? Fan Xian, who was still an urchin, began to try, and he practiced exceptionally hard and silently on his own for a long, long time without guidance or correction, and then the true qi in his body was exhaled out of his palm, and was able to return to his body within a very slight distance, thanks to the two big and small circumferences in his body, or was it just his persistence and diligence?

Just what was the use of this? It had delayed him a lot for nothing, so much so that he had been practicing the Nameless Hegemony Technique since he was young, and when he entered Kyoto, he was not yet able to astonish the world with a single battle like Hai Tang or Wang XIII Lang. The true qi that returned freely in his palms was impossible to use in real battles, and even more so, he could not release it outside his body to form a murderous weapon. Besides climbing the cliffs of Tanyu, the red palace walls, stealing keys, and stealing his fiancée’s kisses, what else was there to do?

But Fan Xian was not willing to do so, because back then Ye Liuyun had come to that cliff and had left a 10,000-point pit on that beach. He knew that there were people in the world who were able to control the true qi that was released outside of his body, so he had been persistent and even a bit foolish to follow this path, but it was just a pity that until a long, long time later, he still hadn’t found any way to do so.

This was because Fan Xian didn’t know that other than him being a monster, only those who had reached that realm in the world were able to control the true qi that was released outside of their bodies. The sword hut in those ninth grade strongman’s sword although can have a faint sword aura, but that and the human body’s own gain is what kind of qualitative difference.

Foolish urchin gradually grow up, the world as a treasure of the supreme skill, in his hands but became a symbol of obsession, until one day on the shore of the East China Sea, he finally felt his palms back and forth on the true qi finally …… finally …… but gradually stretched out! Some, and then some more, his mind could actually clearly feel the fluctuations of those breaths that were no longer in his body!

Now Fan Xian has been able to feel the fluctuations of the Yuan Qi in the world, of course, he can clearly feel his own true essence breath, and can control and manipulate it!

Regardless of whether it was because of that foolish teenager’s persistence to the end, or because of that pamphlet, all in all, the final result was the invisible sword qi erupting from his fingertips at the moment! Sword in the hand, how can be stabbed in front of this virtual floating bright yellow figure? And the fingertip trembles, just move a thought, then the sword qi flow, cut the air, who can avoid?

His Majesty couldn’t either, and before the sword qi came, he only managed to turn his body, while his punch grazed Fan Xian’s shoulder and struck an empty spot.

Although the blow fell short, Fan Xian’s left shoulder was still shattered violently, and the snowy ground behind him was hit with a large crater, with snowflakes flying everywhere!

The sword qi from Fan Xian’s fingertips also struck His Majesty, to be precise, it grazed His Majesty’s neck, and the invisible sword qi tore through the thin layer of skin on His Majesty’s neck, and blood seeped out!

Fan Xian spat out another mournful whine, forcing all the remaining true essence in his body to his fingertips, and pressed it into the air, stabbing His Majesty’s eye sockets again!

His Majesty’s face grew even more pale as he punched the air, but as he watched Fan Xian stab his finger again, his Majesty’s eyes didn’t show any sign of retreat, and instead, the corners of his lips rose into a sarcastic smile.

His Majesty also stretched out an index finger and pressed it down towards the tip of the sword at Fan Xian’s fingertip as his figure drifted forward, abruptly compressing the distance between the two of them to nothing!

The snorting airflow was chaotic, and in a flash of lightning, His Majesty’s fingertip touched Fan Xian’s fingertip that kept spewing out sword qi, and the two long and thin index fingers merged together in one place, with one finger trembling incessantly and the other being unusually stable.

The airflow between the two fingers was so great that the light grew, causing the snowflakes in the air around them to retreat!

His Majesty’s lips tightened in a smile, his right arm gently swung, and his index finger pressed down on Fan Xian with a great eastern mountain on it!

With a click, Fan Xian’s index finger shattered! His body was struck by the hammer of the God of Heaven, and he swept backward like a kite, not like he had voluntarily unloaded his strength earlier, but rather, it seemed that he no longer had any strength to support himself, and he fell violently into the snow, no longer able to move.

The father and son of the ruler and minister who were fighting to the death on the snowy ground seemed to have forgotten the sword that stabbed the air earlier, and the sword of the son of Wei that flew toward the main door of the Taiji Hall from Fan Xian’s hand, which was whistling.

But in fact, this pair of father and son did not forget, because in such a war, the world’s strongest pair of father and son, absolutely will not make any unnecessary movements, consume any unnecessary power.

Once this sword flew, there must be an afterword. The aftermath was none other than the beautifully intricate ornamentation above the quiet main door of the Taiji Hall, for when Fan Xian’s fingertips first spewed out a shocking sword qi, the closed main door of the Taiji Hall opened in such a bizarre manner.

Dressed in cloth clothes, Wang XIII Lang flew out from the black hole of the Qing Dynasty court center, and caught Fan Xian’s sword of the Great Wei Son of Heaven in mid-air, his right elbow slightly flexed, and swept in the air like lightning, his body shape slightly rose, and with a bellowing cry, he gathered his long-stored murderous sword and stabbed it fiercely towards the back of the emperor’s neck!

Wang Thirteen Lang, magnificent world unrivaled, this sword carries the magnificent meaning is played to the extreme, compared to the year hanging temple on a white shadow, jumped out of the sun a sword, more to blaze three points, three points of light, obviously from the Emperor’s Majesty behind the sneak attack, but hard stabbed out of the feeling of light and righteousness!

Sword heart pure sword hut closed disciple, as much as the four Gu sword true transmission, that night and in Fan Xian and four Gu sword conversation, on the hegemony of the true qi enlightenment, at this time set a lifetime of cultivation in a sword, how harsh, if Fan Xian face this sword, I am afraid that must also be injured!

However, His Majesty the Emperor seemed to know that in the deep hall behind him, a ninth-grade powerhouse would suddenly come out, and when a finger of the Great Mountain crushed Fan Xian and knocked him to the ground, his face did not budge, and he didn’t turn around, he directly whisked his sleeve backward.

In this life of Emperor Qing, one fist, one finger, and one sleeve would be enough to stand at the top of the human world, and no one would dare to look up to its light, yet today this sleeve of his could not swallow the mountains and rivers, and roll up Wang XIII Lang’s magnificent sword like the wind rolling over the clouds.

Because he was ultimately a man and not a god, because as Fan Xian had judged, today’s His Majesty was no longer His Majesty in his heyday, and all these years of loneliness, illness and injury, both muscularly and psychologically, had caused him to actively or passively choose to step down from the altar of the gods.

Wang Thirteen Lang’s bellowing voice still echoed in the empty palace, while the Great Wei Heavenly Son Sword, whose sword awns were spitting chaotically, had already pierced through Emperor Qing’s Dragon Sleeve, which was bulging with strength, with a snort, and grazed the Emperor’s chest.

When the emperor brushed his sleeve, he had already turned his body slightly, and although Thirteen Lang’s sword was ferocious, it still only brushed past his body, only stabbing Emperor Qing a little flesh and blood!

But the hand in the emperor’s sleeve had already looked like a golden dragon in the clouds, and had caught Thirteen Lang’s wrist in a wonderful way.

Wang XIII Lang’s wrist flicked, and the Great Wei Heavenly Son Sword in his hand raised its head like a spirit snake, stabbing Emperor Qing’s lower jaw at an impossible angle. Emperor Qing let out a muffled grunt, his shoulder sent backward in a subtle motion, slamming into Wang XIII Lang’s chest, and with a few clicks, Wang XIII Lang’s blood spurted wildly, and his ribs were unknown to be broken!

He felt a force so majestic that it was going to shake him apart, and with a muffled grunt, the scarlet color in his eyes was so great that he actually defied life and death and backhanded His Majesty the Emperor’s right hand in a deadly grip, refusing to let go!

A flower shadow flashed out from behind Wang XIII Lang at this most critical moment, just like she had been absent earlier, just like this fresh and natural, like a returning traveler longing for hot water, like a flower tree in the wind and snow in need of warmth, just like this naturally catching His Majesty the Emperor’s other hand, his left hand.

Haitang Duo Duo came, this Northern Qi Holy Daughter, like the leader of today’s together, like a weak woman who is quiet to the extreme, clinging to Emperor Qing’s side, Emperor Qing’s sleeve, like a cloud, like a petal flower, can not be shaken off, can not be shaken off, a close, a natural, disgusting, living people palpitation.

For some reason, Haitang’s strike did not choose to attack Emperor Qing’s vitals, but only released his entire body’s cultivation and wrapped around Emperor Qing’s left hand.

Emperor Qing’s eyes were unusually cold and calm, his already thin cheeks seemed to have gotten even thinner at this moment, his eyes were deeply sunken, and his face was pale. He knew that the young man holding his two hands was the two dead old fellows specifically left behind to deal with himself, but he still didn’t move, only a sound like a bell-like chanting sound rang out from within his not so strong chest ……

The majestic true qi instantly invaded the bodies of the two young ninth rank upper powerhouses, and within a breath, Wang XIII Lang’s right arm began to scorch and wither and began to swirl, and several streaks of fresh blood flowed out from his five senses.

As for Haitang Duo Duo, her condition was no better, a mouthful of fresh blood spat out from her lips, and her body began to tremble violently, as if at any moment, she might be shaken down by His Majesty the Emperor into the snowy air.

At this moment, the snowy ground of the Taiji Hall was beginning to be stained with blood red, and not far away, Fan Xian was lying disheveled in the snow, seemingly unable to move any further, as if no one could help Haitang and Wang XIII Lang any further, these two young men who had been recognized by the former Grand Masters as having the greatest chance of stepping into the realm of the Grand Masters, were they going to die like this in the hands of the world’s only remaining Grand Masters?

His Majesty’s heart flashed with a flash of alarm, although from last night until now, he had always been vigilant about everything, he never had any arrogance based on his Grandmaster realm, he was not the Four Guards Sword, he didn’t leave any opportunity for Fan Xian’s lineage, although up until this point, up until earlier in the Taiji Hall, he hadn’t realized that the variable that he was most alarmed about had occurred, but right now, this flash of alarm still caused his eyes to narrow as he watched the reddish dripping snow in front of him.

Where His Majesty’s gaze touched, the snow seemed to have begun to melt extremely rapidly, and it certainly wasn’t His Majesty’s gaze that was burning hot, but rather, it was the fact that from the moment Fan Xian’s fingertips had revealed his sword qi, the snow below had already begun to melt.

It was only in the blink of an eye that the snow truly melted and loosened after Emperor Qing injured Fan Xian with a single finger and shocked the two young powerhouses with his hands.

Beneath the snow was a man in white.

This world’s number one assassin, the king who always walks in the darkness, the organizer of the six divisions of the Supervisory Court who has reaped an unknown number of heads under his sword, the first disciple of the Sword Lodge in Dongyi City, the shadow next to the wheelchair, only wore white twice in this life when he acted.

Once in the hanging temple, he jumped out of the sun, covered in golden light, like an immortal. Once is today, he was born from the snow, all white, like a saint.

Shadow twice white out, facing the same person, the most powerful person under the sky. So Shadow’s strike today was also the most powerful and sinister strike he had ever made!

Unlike Fan Xian and Wang XIII Lang, his sword actually seemed to be white as well, with no luster on it, it actually looked so plain and dull.

And his sword strike was also that plain, not particularly fast, but very stable, the angle chosen was unusually bizarre, the angle at which the sword was tilted, the turn of the sword’s face, all according to a sort of calculated orientation, reaching out without a trace of trembling.

This sword was too marvelous, stabbing not at any of Emperor Qing’s face, eye sockets, throat, or belly …… any of the fatal places, nor the unusual choices of toes, knees, or side of the waist, but to the root of His Majesty’s thigh on the left side of the Emperor.

His Majesty the Emperor didn’t even manage to dodge the shadow’s sword at this moment, the slightly white tip of the sword gently pierced into the root of His Majesty’s thigh, soaring out a splash of blood!

Shadow is an assassin, his life lies in killing people, in his eyes there is no one who can’t be killed, just like many people think that a thigh injury can’t cause fatal damage, but Shadow knows that there is a blood gate at the root of the thigh, once it is picked through, the blood will be sprayed out five feet high, and no one can survive.

It was just that although this sword shallowly pierced into the root of His Majesty’s thigh, it was not enough to kill this powerful man, because that blood barrier had not been picked through yet. The shadow crouching in the snow was like a focused cow-killing butcher, with a smooth and careful upward pick at a steady pace.

His Majesty the Emperor’s face was a few shades whiter than the snow that filled the sky, and the moment the white-clothed shadow struck out with his sword, he was actually already moving backward, sliding backwards on the snow with Haitang and Wang XIII, who had bound their hands, in tow.

Yet the white-clothed shadow still stabbed the sword.

The emperor felt a touch of pain, the pupils of his eyes shrunk slightly, and then his person 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, wrapping up all the people in the arena, and drifting up in the snowy field in front of the Taiji Hall.