Chapter 132: There is snow sword and frost in Cangshan (1)

Since he had already taken action, there was no reason to wash his hands with a golden basin. Fan Xian's eyes became brighter and brighter, and there was no distraction in his mind. It was full of vigorous fighting spirit and a state that had been urged to the top. The Emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty was in his hand, but he might at least have the ambition and ambition to break through the world. In Fan Xian's eyes, the unfathomable Grand Master Emperor was the world.

The heavy snow like goose feathers fell in the cold palace. Suddenly, four sword lights illuminated the slightly dark world. Four unpredictable and extremely strange traces appeared in the air. In each trace, there was a heart-wrenching sword light that could not be distinguished. Which sword came first and which sword would come later.

Unlike the murderous intent contained in these four sword lights, the sword force was gone with the wind and snow of heaven and earth. The antelope hung its horns, which was amazing and did not know where it fell.

In an instant, Fan Xian had already floated in front of His Majesty the Emperor, his right arm's clothes whirred, and every trace of muscle under the shirt burst out violently with the most amazing energy. He drew his sword in a flash and stabbed four swords in a row!

Four sword intents escaped from heaven and earth, and each sword stabbed into a snowflake floating between heaven and earth, and then stabbed on the side of His Majesty's hair, on the side of His Majesty's sleeves, before the emperor's shoes, outside the dragon robe... they were all pierced!

In an instant, all four swords pierced the sky, especially the last sword was only one inch away from His Majesty the Emperor's lower abdomen, but this inch was just like a distance between thousands of waters and mountains. The sword power was exhausted, like a waterfall that had dried up, and could no longer surge or get close.

His Majesty the Emperor's sleeves were slightly brushing, and in front of the four swords that illuminated the cold winter palace, he danced freely on the snow in an extremely casual manner, lightning, but it was so wonderful that he gave way to Fan Xian's four swords that had been accustomed to the long-term lightning.

It was not the Four Gu Swords that Gu Qian ignored the back, but the Four Swords that Fan Xian stabbed out in an instant, but were more of the aura of the sky and the earth. In this way, under the cover of the wind and snow, under the cover of the snow, the snow was as fast as lightning and moist as snow, and forced His Majesty to attack Emperor Qing's body without launching a thunderous counterattack as soon as possible.

These four sword breaths did not have a trace of the cold-blooded and fierce killing intention of Dongyi City Sword House. Instead, they were close, which gave Fan Xian the opportunity to get close. However, the four swords, which had gained the exquisite momentum of Tianyi, still did not cause any harm to the emperor, and the other party had not retreated at all, and stood steadily and coldly, just as if they had not moved before.

The cultivation level of the great master is indeed not a level that ordinary people can touch. In front of the four swords that escaped by the power of heaven and earth, His Majesty the Emperor easily resolved it.

The sword tip of the Emperor Emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty kept whispering and trembling before the bright yellow dragon robe, as if he felt a sense of despair and frustration. He wanted to bow his head and accept his fate, but he was unwilling to do so. He struggled desperately, and the four snowflakes penetrated through the sword began to show signs of scattered scattered signs.

Unlike the sword in his hand, Fan Xian's face did not look disappointed at all. He still looked calm, and the light in his eyes suddenly disappeared, turning into a deadly dullness, ruthless and unsightly, leaving only the intention of killing.

His eyes were like the murderous intent of the Four-Gu Jian soared into the sky, piercing the green tree and reaching the sky. There was no trace of emotion, only indifference. The ground sword in his hand also turned into a dead object at this moment, a murderous weapon that no saint could use. A deadly cold made the four scattered snowflakes on the sword instantly turned into frost, condensed like a mirror.

The clothes on the right shoulder suddenly broke, and a series of crackling sounds suddenly sounded. The two circles in Fan Xian's body were running rapidly, conflicting and struggling, breaking through the Sword Head Pass. Through the Yangming meridian, it rushed straight to the elbow Pass, reaching the wrist gate, and then sending the sword hilt.

His right arm seemed to have swung out, and he threw it out violently, using the power of a large coffin to drive the sword! The sword force that had already ended up in the end met Liu Ming and Hua Ming again, and it was one foot longer and stabbed the dragon robe of Emperor Qing!

This is the real sword. The sword that Sigujian gave to Fan Xian before his death was heartless and fierce. He never returned to kill. He looked at the city and the country, and he looked at the hearts of the people. He looked at the world frequently and did not kill the king!

There was a heavy blow in the cold palace, and the sword of the Emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty also turned into a snow sword. It was extremely cold and extremely decisive. There was no way out of retreat, and there was no opportunity to turn around and stabbed forward!

The sound of friction that makes people hear sounded, only for a moment, but it seemed to ring in Fan Xian's ears for countless years, very long, and finally stopped.

The two fingers were well maintained, and they clamped the sword of the Great Wei Emperor in a steady and cold manner. The sound of rubbing was the sound between the cold sword body and the two fingers. The frost on half of the sword body had been pinched off by the fingers. At this time, the two fingers were clamped in the middle of the sword body, and a faint hot mist rose out 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 cold and too blood-sucking and sharp. The sword body actually broke through his two fingers and forced forward half the distance between the sword body.

The emperor finally took a step back, but his body was still one inch away from the sword tip of the Emperor's Sword of the Great Wei Emperor. Fan Xian was still unable to break through this inch and truly touched the dragon robe of His Majesty the Emperor.

The emperor looked at his son who was close to him indifferently. The beard under his jaw also condensed with some frost and ice, which looked particularly terrifying. The two fingers holding the sword of the Emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty were slightly white and extremely majestic. The majestic and domineering true energy, like thousands of lakes, thousands of rivers, surged out from these two fingers.

With a gentle twist, the extremely sharp sword of the Great Wei Emperor was bent like noodles between the Emperor's fingers! However, the sword of the Great Wei Emperor was the most treasure of the royal family back then. Under the suppression of such a terrifying master, it had not been broken yet!

Fan Xian was very close to His Majesty the Emperor. He maintained a small step, with his right leg slightly retreated and squatted down. His whole body maintained an extremely perfect line without any flaws, giving people a feeling that he could not attack.

However, he held the Great Wei Emperor's Sword in his hand. After all, he was not the Sigu Sword. This sword was not himself, but was connected to his body. At this moment, it looked like a very beautiful big character, and suddenly there was a very bad pen.

The violent true energy, like a big river, surged from the sword of the Emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty. Blood burst out from Fan Xian's tiger's mouth, but he did not withdraw his sword because he knew that the will of the first battle and the will of the battle again could not be taken away by the enemy. The cold color in his eyes became stronger and stronger. The true energy in his body began to gush out.

Fan Xianyong did not withdraw his sword, but His Majesty the Emperor withdrew his finger.

The sword of the Emperor of Wei, bent to the extreme hatred, bounced like lightning, like a horse whip, slashed towards Fan Xian's face. Fan Xian's pupils could clearly see the extremely bright sword light.

The frost on the half-sword also quickly cracked with the bullet. It exploded on the sword of the Emperor's Sword of the Great Wei Emperor, turning into countless tiny particles of ice chips, exploded between the emperor and Fan Xian!

Fan Xian screamed, slapped his tiger's mouth, and his wrist drooped like lightning. He held the hilt of the sword and stepped on the snow eight steps down, kicking the golden eaves backwards, and tilting his head back to retreat!

However, when he raised his head, the perfect and fierce defense he had woven before was immediately melting the ice and snow, and his body movements were messy.

His Majesty the Emperor whistled like a gust of wind, and rushed straight to Fan Xian's body. He was usually unremarkable, and simply punched him and hit Fan Xian's chest directly!

With a dull sound, Fan Xian's body was knocked out by this seemingly light punch, and his whole body was hit into a snowflake floating in the sky. It was fluttering, miserable, and ineffective. It changed countless figures in the air, turned seven or eight fights, passed dozens of feet of wasteland and snow, and finally landed on the snow in the distance very fiercely.

A large area of ​​snow shook up and dozens of dead grass crushed. Fan Xian covered his chest and squirted out a mouthful of blood, but he still stood firmly, staring at His Majesty the Emperor in the distance.

No one can fly dozens of feet in the air without any reason. Even if he takes His Majesty's kingly killing fist, the huge force that is so powerful that he cannot produce a heart of resistance, it is impossible to knock a person away dozens of feet.

Because the human body is important, it cannot be a real snowflake after all. On Dadong Mountain, even if the Sigujian was knocked away by Emperor Qing's punch, the Sigujian rolled out like a stone in the Qing Temple in Dongshan, and the bell rang miserably.

And who can fly so far in the air like Fan Xian before - it's really like snowflakes.

The emperor looked indifferently at the official boot in his hand, and looked at the cold reflective metal tip pierced from the tip of the boot, and frowned slightly. He punched Fan Xian's chest with a punch. While Fan Xian was knocked away, he had the intention of exchanging his life for his life. He kicked it out from under his shirt with an extremely sinister look. The toe was the metal tip, which was obviously very poisonous.

The emperor threw his boots into the snow, squinted his eyes and looked at Fan Xian who was standing in a difficult position in the distance, and said, "Small means cannot do big things."

Fan Xian coughed twice, coughing up bleeding, and took out a thin steel plate from his chest with some difficulty, threw it on the snow at his feet, and said, "But a small means can help you."

A handprint had been knocked out on the thin steel plate, but what was strange was that it was not the fist mark of His Majesty the Emperor, but the mark on the back of a horizontal palm.

When the emperor's kingly punch was about to hit Fan Xian's chest, Fan Xian's insidious kick from the bottom of his shirt, his left arm naturally slid in the wind and snow, and landed in front of him at a very rapid speed, protecting him in front of the vital points.

However, his big clay hand was not the kingly opponent of the powerful force of His Majesty. He broke the seal like a shattered force. His Majesty's fist pressed his palm and finally hit his chest hard, so he left the mark on the side of the palm.

There was an iron plate hidden in his chest. At the last moment, he mobilized the Tianyi in the small Zhoutian to protect his heart meridians. With the buffering of his palm, Fan Xian finally saved his life under such a terrifying fist.

The war between Emperor Qing Fan Xian and his son started only a moment ago, and it was separated by dozens of feet. Through the wind and snow, the winner was decided. No matter how well Fan Xian prepared, the huge gap between strength and the magic of the Grand Master could never be compensated by hard work.

From the moment he drew his sword, Fan Xian used the Tianyi Dao method to learn the exquisite natural sword technique of Haitang, and finally condensed into frost. With the momentum of the Ye family's large-scale scalping coffin, he combined the Tianyi Daodi four swords into the ultimate killing sword of Xizi Sigujian!

The last sinister kick on the toes and the iron plate on the chest was naturally the kung fu practiced by being beaten by Uncle Wu Zhu since childhood. Fan Xian relied on the small means of becoming famous. The basis for the integration of these magical skills was naturally the foundation for Fan Xian's diligent practice in his body for more than 20 years. He has long become a part of his body.

There are four great masters and a blind man in the world. All of the top martial arts in the world are shown by Fan Xian alone. Only Fan Xian has such good luck in this world and can learn so many subtle abilities. To put it in another way, it is the dead or leaving that the last hope of resisting Emperor Qing on Fan Xian that he can fight fairly with His Majesty the Emperor today.

However, even with the three consecutive attacks that had been accumulating for a long time, Xizhi's masters' supreme skills. However, he still did not get any advantage in front of His Majesty the Emperor. From the beginning to the end, His Majesty the Emperor just took a step back, gave two fingers, and punched Fan Xian seriously. How could this gap be brought closer by hard practice and meditation?

The Nine-grade strong man is already an extremely rare peak figure in this world. With Fan Xian’s current cultivation level, he can even go all over the world, but facing a great master, no one has ever imagined that the Nine-grade strong man has any possibility of a higher-level challenge.

In today's wind and snow, Fan Xian was able to force His Majesty to take a step back and survive his Majesty's punch. This incident was enough to shock the world and make him proud.

Fan Xian coughed blood, took off his other official boots, stood in the cold snow with his feet naked, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were filled with unprecedented enthusiasm and confidence. This kind of sudden emotion that seemed a little abrupt in the defeat was not because he forced the emperor away, nor because he survived, but because he had a sense of self-judgment in his calm heart.

——Your Majesty is already old.

Fan's mansion went into seclusion for seven days. In addition to considering those things that are fighting in their hearts and saving lives for the people he loves, Fan Xian thought the most about the real situation of His Majesty the Emperor. What is the realm of the Grand Master? Fan Xian had seen Ye Liuyun take action and the Sigujian, but one is different. Since the Grand Master claims to be unfathomable, how can he evaluate the true strength of the Emperor?

Fortunately, when I was in Dongyi City, before Sigu Jian died, the great master had been discussing the issue of Emperor Qing for a long time with Fan Xian, and came up with a judgment that was somewhat vague but very close to the truth.

Emperor Qing's cultivation level was the result of the domineering true energy in his body that exceeded the critical value during the Northern Expedition, and tore up all the meridians in his body in one fell swoop, thus becoming a useless person. In the end, for some reason, His Majesty was not only as intact as before, but also became the fourth great master in the world.

The meridians in Fan Xian's body also burst, but with the help of Haitang Duoduo and the care of Tianyi Dao Natural Method, the meridians were repaired with great luck. But how did Your Majesty survive back then?

Sigu Jian fought with Emperor Qing on Dadong Mountain. He told Fan Xian that now there are no so-called meridians in Emperor Qing's body that humans should have, and the whole body has become a thorn. The true qi flows in the body without any stagnation. Whether it is breathing or intake, it is almost at a jaw-dropping level. Moreover, since there is no longer any restriction of meridians, the domineering true qi in Emperor Qing's body can be practiced and accumulated infinitely until a state that no human dares to expect.

The great masters have their own ways to break through the realm. Some people rely on their sense of being close to heaven and earth, and some rely on their cold and ruthless intentions of treating heaven and earth as nothing. However, Emperor Qing’s breakthrough into that realm is not a method of asking himself the heart, but a strong and continuous solid cultivation. The domineering true energy in his body forms a sea, achieving qualitative change through quantitative change.

This is the most terrifying strength of Emperor Qing. It is only with the endless true energy in his body and the extremely fast breathing method that he could cross half of the lake on Dadong Mountain and practice the countless true energy that had been practicing in his body for decades. In that finger-to-finger style, he sent half of it into Master Kuhe's body, breaking the skin.

If you can really determine the true face of Emperor Qing’s Grand Master Realm, then there is a question worth pondering. Emperor Qing has accumulated over the domineering true energy for decades and has passed half of it into Kuhe’s body. Such a huge loss is naturally cost-effective to use it to kill a grand master. However, Emperor Qing probably will take many years to make up for this half of the loss.

Ordinary martial arts practitioners only need to meditate for a few days, and perhaps they can restore the true qi as before. Even if half of the true qi in their body is consumed, they only need to recuperate for several months at most. However, Emperor Qing’s path is different from that of anyone in the world. The true qi in the rest of the human body is at most a pond, and the masters are at most a small lake, but they call the means of Xiaohu. They can scatter the lake, and they can use magical methods.

However, there was a sea in Emperor Qing's body, half of which was missing. In just three years, I was afraid I could not fill it back.

Half of the sea is still unfathomable and is still not something Fan Xian can resist. However, Emperor Qing has been suffering from the blows over the years, and Kyoto rebelled. His heart was hurt and his son died and his mother died. His thoughts were afraid of being damaged. Last autumn, the damage caused to His Majesty by the black wheelchair in the Imperial Study room was probably not completely cured. Chen Pingping's methods, even if he is a great master, he cannot be completely immune.

If His Majesty the Emperor was still His Majesty the Emperor before Dadongshan, even if he was the gentle smile three years ago, he seemed mean and actually cold and fierce Emperor, Fan Xian would never have any chance. Regarding the scene on Dadongshan, Fan Xian knew very clearly. He knew how terrible the terrible power His Majesty the Emperor's killing fist had.

And today's His Majesty's punch is obviously not as good as the one on Dadong Mountain. No matter how many life-saving skills Fan Xian used, he even used the breathing method he had been hiding at the bottom of the box. But Fan Xian was still alive. If it were the original Emperor, I was afraid that this punch would have directly smashed Fan Xian's palm, and the iron plate under his clothes would directly smash half of his body.

This is enough to prove that His Majesty the Emperor has already stepped down from the altar. He is old and far from being strong as before.

Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at the Emperor Emperor on the other end of Fengxue. Blood oozed down from his lips. There was a very refreshing smile on his face. He had a rare battle of joy in his life without fear of life and death, and he vaguely smelled a trace of victory. It was really refreshing.

The emperor also looked at his son through the wind and snow. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light appeared and disappeared. He knew very well what Fan Xian was able to survive under his punch, not because of the insidious kick, nor because the other party's palm that was so wonderful that it was blocked in front of his fist, nor because of the ridiculous and ridiculous steel plate.

It is because of Fan Xian's body movement, which floats dozens of feet out of the snow sky, and is as hard as snowflakes.

It is precisely because he is not strong enough that His Majesty's kingly punch at least has most of the true energy power, which is consumed in this long snowy sky and does not really fall on Fan Xian's body.

The question is, where did Fan Xiandi's body movement come from? No one in this world can sweep dozens of feet in the air, becoming as if he has no weight.

The emperor narrowed his eyes even more violently. He found that he could not see through his son. He didn't know how many surprises Fan Xian had waiting for him.

"You already have the strength of Hong Siyang." The emperor's voice clearly entered Fan Xian's ears through the wind and snow.

Fan Xian's face was slightly condensed, knowing that this was the emperor's supreme affirmation of himself. In addition to the four great masters in the world, the strength of Mr. Hong was the most unfathomable. Your Majesty once said that if it weren't for Hong Siyi's physical abnormality, I'm afraid there would be one more great master in the world.
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