Chapter 133: There is snow sword and frost in the blink of an eye

In the wind and snow, Fan Xian had no expression on his face and breathed calmly. His trembling palms faced the sky. Every inch of his skin and pores on his body were greedily absorbing the unknown and ignorant vitality in the world, a layer of faint light covered his clothes.

He did not know what these clear or active vital fluctuations were, where they came from, and why they were born, but after he first felt the existence of these things from the banks of the East China Sea, he found that according to the chaotic breathing thought method recorded in the booklet, it seemed that the vital energy that existed in the world could be sucked into the body and turned into true energy.

In the previous three moves of one sword, he was shocked and flew away. In the flash of lightning, Fan Xian's domineering true energy, which had always been famous for its abundant energy, felt exhausted. In the face of this crisis, he could not have any hiddenness. He began to regulate his breathing again in front of His Majesty the Emperor.

Although His Majesty, the Emperor, is injured, moved, and old, he is still a great master!

With one move and one move, he controlled the momentum between the fields, forcing Fan Xian to fight with all his strength. In just a moment, the sea of ​​energy in his body was about to bottom out. Although he greedily absorbed the vital energy between heaven and earth, the fluctuations in the wind and snow were so weak, and the vital energy factor that could be felt was so thin. It was not helpful to his current situation at all. Although he recovered his energy a little faster, he could barely stand in the snow, but how could he help himself defeat a grandmaster?

For the strong men in this continent, overseas spells have always been useless and disdainful. Even Master Kuhe, who is broad-minded, unscrupulous, and dares to eat human flesh, began to study spells in the last days of his life. He obtained the booklet with great chance, but he still did not take another path. At most, it could only be regarded as an auxiliary means.

Just like Fan Xian today, he breathed and breathed, meditated and regained his energy, but he was like a glutinous rice field. He wanted to breathe, but he couldn't breathe much oxygen from the sludge and turbid water.

You can't wait any longer. Because Fengxue's bright yellow dragon robe had already begun to step on the snow slowly and resolutely. The distance of dozens of feet seems to be far away, and it seems that the snowflakes there are countless times smaller than the snowflakes here. However, for Emperor Qing and Fan Xian, what is the difference between the end of the world and the distance between the end?

Fan Xian's eyes were neither happy nor angry, but just a silence. The slightly deformed Emperor of the Wei Dynasty sword was erected on his eyebrows, making a huge cold light. The two large and small circumferences in his body swept slightly in the Danzhong area, causing the snow-capped mountains behind his waist to shine brightly.

Since rebirth, the vibrant true energy stored in meditation every day is like a snow-capped mountain shining by the scorching sun, which instantly becomes a gurgling stream. The water in the stream becomes more and more. It converges into a small river and a large river, rinsing his meridians that are thicker than anyone in the world, and transporting them to every detail of the body where the limbs start. It is strong and his mind hits his body.

The snow under her feet was like a lotus blooming, and a flower burst out. Fan Xian's body swept slanted, not strong but extremely violent, carrying these two completely different auras and carrying the sword.

A lightning-like sword light in the snow sky illuminated the dark world and illuminated every snowflake. Every goose feather can clearly see the edge of the snowflakes!

After three strikes of one sword, under the powerful pressure from the Emperor, Fan Xiancheng's Four Gu Sword from the sword hut of Dongyi City, finally, under the protection of the two true energy in his body, and under the protection of the Light Body Sect, he perfectly integrated and truly reached the realm of great success. This sword had already had the light of the shadow piercing the Four Gu Sword in the mansion of Dongyi City that day!

A very unpleasant sound from the click. Fan Xian was shot down from mid-air and flew backwards and fell heavily on the snow. The snow lotus that he had stepped on with his feet before was still in shape in the air. This shows that he was so swift that the snow lotus was so fast that it was too late to break!

He went away casually, was as good as he wanted, sharp but natural, but he retreated faster, in a very embarrassing and thrilling way!

His Majesty the Emperor slowly retracted his fist that was straight in the air, the stable and domineering fist. He narrowed his eyes slightly at Fan Xian in the snow, and was still silent. In front of Fan Xian's sword, His Majesty the Emperor also had to avoid his edge, so the force of this fist was not enough. Since the previous punch did not kill Fan Xian, this punch must be undead.

Sure enough, Fan Xian climbed up from the snow like a young hero who could not be beaten, with difficulty. The blood marks that were about to be condensed by the cold ice hung on the corner of his lips. He stared indifferently at His Majesty the Emperor's eyes, and suddenly vomited blood.

All the omnipotent methods in the world, whether they are speed skills and movements, all the external edges of martial arts are based on the foundation of true qi. If the Qi Lake is insufficient, how can it be as fast as lightning? How can it be used to use those techniques that have already obtained the wonders of heaven and earth? True qi is the foundation of martial arts. Fan Xian’s meridians in his body are different from ordinary people, and his practice method is different from ordinary people. He is domineering and majestic. Looking at the world, he is actually an alien.

However... Your Majesty's body is even more different from that of ordinary people! The meridians in his body are not as grand as Fan Xian, but have no physical meridians at all. His whole body is full of luck channels from the top of his head to the toes! Your Majesty's practice of the domineering skills is even stronger, and there is a natural and royal aura in the violence!

In comparison, if His Majesty the Emperor is an upgraded version of Fan Xian, Fan Xian is a small monster, and His Majesty the Emperor is a big monster. Fan Xian wants to fight against His Majesty head-on with his own strength and superb true energy cultivation. There is no doubt that it is an extremely brave and...absurd choice.

As the old saying goes, 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 faced the most powerful person in the world and the most powerful person in heaven and earth!

There was no trace of frustration in Fan Xian's calm eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the Emperor's step by step as the wind and snow appeared. He knew that when His Majesty walked in front of him step by step, it was the moment when he could no longer gain an advantage in body skills with the strange method.

Blood flowed down from his lips, wet his lichen collars, and was quickly frozen into blood frost by the cold aura in the cold palace.

The dark pupils shrank slightly, Fan Xian raised the sword of the Emperor of Wei, with his wrist crossed in front of him, and was completely alert. He wiped the blood stains on his lips with the strips tied on his wrist, licked his lips, and laughed, "It's very good."

Yes. He grew up under the care of the Supervisory Office. Since childhood, he has been preparing to take charge of the Supervisory Office. From his bones to his skin, he has been immersed in the insidious and dark aura of the Supervisory Office from his bones to his skin. In this life, he has encountered many storms and powerful enemies. Every time he is at this time, he will try his best to weaken the other party. He uses those despicable means to seek the final victory, but he rarely bravely fights the powerful enemies with the sword in his hand.

Looking at the Emperor gradually approaching, feeling the pressure filled between heaven and earth gradually suppressing his body. A trace of determination flashed across Fan Xian's beautiful face. At such a tense moment, he thought of Yan Xiaoyi holding a long bow in the cliff in the primitive forest in the northern part of Danzhou three years ago. It seemed that he was approaching his body coldly.

On the meadow, Fan Xian stood up bravely. Today, he also stood up bravely, staring at His Majesty the Emperor in the wind and snow, took a deep breath, facing the wind and snow that was coming, shaking his right arm. His feet stepped on the melting snow, like a spirit cat stepping on the snow and lightning, and his body suddenly shook and disappeared from the spot.

Run away? His Majesty the Emperor looked at his son who was following the wind and snow, turning into a gray shadow, and was about to pass through the wall of the waste garden and galloping south of the palace. His brow frowned slightly. A complex and cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips. The sleeves of the bright yellow dragon robe shook, and suddenly turned into a blurred yellow shadow. In an instant, Fan Xian's figure disappeared.

In the air of the Han Palace, Fan Xian's hands naturally hung slightly to both sides of his body, and flew rapidly and unusually naturally with the wind and snow, turning into a gray shadow on the eaves and walls on the palace eaves.

In the abandoned garden, he acted as a young lion fighting for his life, but turned around and left, trying his best to escape from the wind and snow of heaven and earth, and trying to escape from His Majesty. He did not feel humiliated in his heart. The emperor is a great master and a big monster. In short, it is not a human. It is normal for him to be able to beat a guy who is not a human and a land. Even though he knows that he can't beat him, he still has to stay there and fight to the death. That is stupid.

Feeling the subtle changes in the wind and snow through his clothes, Fan Xian's figure was extremely beautiful, like a cold-resistant bird flying freely, changing the direction of his movement from time to time in the air, drawing beautiful arcs, but the speed of the lateral growth did not decrease at all.

The palace that had been quiet for a long time is already in the morning. Occasionally, eunuchs and servants sweeping the snow caught a glimpse of the gray shadow passing by in the air, but they all thought they were dazzled because no one in the world could fly so fast.

Fan Xian flew freely and freely, flying in the dark and quiet imperial city. Every seven or eight feet away, he would slightly be on the eaves or walls, and his body was unhindered, and he entered another palace. This body movement and this speed are something he had never seen in the world.

A drop of sweat slid from Fan Xian's neck into his back. The flying technique he used with all his might did not consume much of his true energy. He used the power of heaven and earth to escape from heaven and earth, and had already obtained the wonders of heaven and earth, flying in the air, instead calming down his mind, and the two cycles of heaven in his body began to warm up, repairing the gap caused by his majesty bit by bit. The nameless magic technique seemed to be fully utilized in the harmonious atmosphere of heaven and earth, making his recovery faster and faster and better.

The head of a stone beast was pointed over the corner of the eaves, but the copper bell in the mouth of the beast was not alarmed. Fan Xian flew over the palace in the air and looked down at the earth. The people in the palace felt particularly ecstatic and looked at the people. Especially those who were boiling water or sweeping snow, no one could find someone flying in the sky. This feeling was very wonderful.

But Fan Xian's sweat was still flowing on his back, because although he had integrated his whole mind into this harmonious state at this time and would not have any thoughts to look back, he could still clearly feel that a powerful, hidden power was adorning himself neither fast nor slow. Just like the footsteps of the god of death, although it was slow, it could never be escaped.

Unexpectedly, his speed had increased to such a level, but he still couldn't get rid of His Majesty the Emperor behind him. Fan Xian's pupils shrank slightly and rushed towards the tall gate of the imperial city far south.

From the abandoned garden in the northwest corner of the palace, Fan Xian took off lightly and headed south. Strangely, he did not choose the nearest Beigong Gate or the palace walls to scoop.

He had negotiated with His Majesty the Emperor in the palace for so long, so he naturally had some support. The father and son both knew what the situation was now. Fan Xian promised that His Majesty that this was just a war between the two, and His Majesty the Emperor only exerted the emperor's pressure on Fan Xian alone for the sake of the great prosperity of Daqing.

As long as Fan Xian can escape this time, at least the world will be quiet for many years. For those bargaining chips hidden in all parts of the world, His Majesty the Emperor will not attack Fan Xian's subordinates before killing Fan Xian. This is the saying of the emperor. It is hard to pursue.

His Majesty the Emperor will not allow his own empire to hide a force that can threaten him, so he must kill Fan Xian today.

However... Fan Xian did not leave the palace. Although the palace's high vermilion palace walls were said to be able to stop any ninth-grade strongman in the world, the Wu Zhu Uncle led his grandfather Hong out of the palace to prove that this palace wall was not a natural danger for the strong man who really stood at the top of the world, let alone Fan Xian, a person who has worked endlessly on flying techniques since childhood.

Fan Xian went south, always south, and headed south in the deep snow-covered palace. He swept through Shufang Palace, Hanguang Palace, and the dilapidated Eastern Palace and Guangxin Palace. He saw many people, but no one in the palace saw him.

He flew past three main palaces and six other courtyards, saw seventy-two women, and finally fled to the tallest Tai Chi Hall in the entire imperial city.

No one has ever been here above the towering hall. Except for the new construction of the country when the country was founded, those craftsmen may have been busy on it. It is said that when the temple was built, two people died. Finally, they invited people from the Tianyi Dao Temple Gate from the Great Wei Dynasty to calm their resentful souls.

Today's Tai Chi Hall is covered with a thick layer of snow on the yellow glazed tiles. The two colors are mixed together with a very beautiful look, like extremely gorgeous clothes, which makes people unable to bear to destroy them. Fan Xian did not have the time or mood to enjoy the snow at this moment. He floated directly to the high place along the middle of the Tai Chi Hall. Although his feet were extremely wet and slippery, he could not make his body deflect at all.

As he swept up, he stepped on the high dragon bones at the middle of the Tai Chi Hall. Fan Xian stood in the wind, covered in snow and his clothes were whistling. He was standing at the highest point of the palace at this time, with the extremely majestic main gate of the imperial city, and around him was the palace wall that looked extremely low. You could even see most of the Kyoto City, trapped in a foggy snow.

I don’t know where Ruoru is now after leaving the palace, and I don’t know if Wan’er and the others have left Kyoto. Fan Xian stood at the highest point of the palace, squinted his eyes and looked at the stacked eaves of the many houses in Kyoto in the distance, and then waited for the bright yellow figure behind him to appear.

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

Fan Xian slid down the glazed tiles on the hall. Although fighting against the Forbidden City in the wind and snow must be a very interesting and dignified approach, in Fan Xian's view, people can only live with dignity, but cannot die with dignity.

The gray figures and bright yellow figures fell lightly in the thick snow in front of the Tai Chi Hall almost at the same time, and stopped.

The emperor stood in front of the corridor of Taiji Hall, and behind him was the deep gate of the main hall. In the past, he summoned all his ministers in this palace and controlled the life and death of countless people in the world, but today he stood here alone.

Fan Xian stood in the middle of the square in front of the hall, with thick snow around him. He looked at the thick palace gate facing away, narrowing his eyes slightly. He didn't know if he felt that he had no strength to break through the palace gate. He turned slowly and looked at the emperor and said, "In fact, what happened to the end is just biting like two wild beasts."

The emperor was silent and indifferent. He looked at Fan Xian as if he was looking at a dead person. At this time, the monarch and minister finally stopped chasing completely beyond the imagination of the world, stood quietly in front of the hall, and also appeared in front of the thousands of people.

The eunuchs who were sweeping the snow outside the hall, the palace maids who walked quietly in the corridor, the guards who were blushing and holding swords, all opened their mouths in shock. Looking at His Majesty the Emperor and Lord Xiao Fan in the snow, they were shocked and could not speak for a long time.

Fan Xian looked at His Majesty the Emperor calmly, but thought about what was happening in his heart, because he noticed a trace of strangeness and went straight to the south city of the palace from the northwest wasteland. His Majesty the Emperor approached him several times along the way, and found the moment to kill or capture him. But His Majesty the Emperor did not take action.

why is that?

The emperor, who was frowning slightly, was also puzzled. Fan Xian didn't want to escape to the palace, but walked south. Why?

Fan Xian was waiting for a variable, but unfortunately he was in the Tai Chi Hall. After His Majesty the Emperor revealed his body, the first variable did not happen, so what about the second one? How much strength Fan Xian can have, His Majesty the Emperor will miss it. The point is clear, and the variable at this time must be a variable that even Fan Xian doesn't know.

Just like the immortal scene in the Hanging Temple back then, by chance, gatherings, everyone in the game had their own purpose, but in the end, everyone had uncontrollable variables.

Fan Xian firmly believed that this variable that he didn't know would definitely happen. Because the Hanging Temple incident mobilized all directions, but as Nanqing's biggest enemy, the Northern Qi court remained silent.

Northern Qi inherited the Great Wei and operated the world for thousands of years. Is there no way to deal with the Nanqing Kyoto Palace, which is a big trouble? Fan Xian didn't believe it. He firmly believed that the people of Northern Qi must have hidden trump cards in the palace! Today, the monarch, minister, father and son of Nanqing turned against each other, and blood splashed in the imperial city. It is the best time for the young emperor of Northern Qi to use his trump cards!

If the sound of war drums sounded, there was a dull sound, if the war broke out, tens of thousands of tight bowstrings sang in unison, but in fact, it was just the huge city-guarding crossbow at the corner tower of the Imperial City. The crossbow machine with a tight spring was activated at this silent and even dull moment!

The fine steel crossbow arrow as thick as a child's arm turned into a black lightning in an instant under the influence of the powerful spring force, breaking through the air at the corner tower of the imperial city. The earth-shaking air exploded, tearing the snowflakes that kept flying in the air in front of the Tai Chi Hall, spinning at a high speed, splitting a deep space passage and shooting towards the bright yellow figure in front of the hall!

I don’t know how the cast-in-law crossbow abutment was turned around and aimed at the direction of the palace. I don’t know how the Northern Qi people penetrated into the imperial army in Nanqing Imperial City and secretly controlled the corner tower. Fan Xian only knew that the Northern Qi people’s trump card had finally moved, which was enough. With a sharp roar, Fan Xian was breathing, his body was as heavy as a rock, and he moved like a waterfall. The man followed the sword and rushed towards the emperor’s land with the roaring giant crossbow!

The powerful crossbow is here, but the distance is too far. His Majesty, who is at the level of the Grand Master, only needs to retreat and force his strong cultivation to turn distance into time to avoid this shocking crossbow.

However, Fan Xian had already seen a glimpse of the light in his eyes. Under the corridor, there was a palace maid kneeling on the ground and trembling. At this time, he had already stood up. A hint of chill flashed in his eyes. He pulled out the fine needle between his hair and stabbed him behind His Majesty the Emperor.

Whether it was a Northern Qi family or Fan Xian, they seemed to underestimate the will and reactions that Emperor Qing had polished in this world for decades. When everyone thought that the bright yellow figure in front of the Tai Chi Hall would temporarily avoid the sharp edge of the giant crossbow...

His Majesty's figure disappeared from the spot, and he suddenly took three steps in the snow!

With a loud bang, a huge crossbow arrow hit the Emperor's Majesty and pierced into the flat bluestone ground, instantly stabbing the stone surface into a tofu, and the brick mud splashed everywhere, but it happened to block the palace maid assassin who had attacked behind the stone shavings!

His Majesty the Emperor brushed his right arm and a powerful true energy wrapped around the stone chips and snowflakes in the sky behind him, and hit the body of the palace maid like a giant dragon!

The blood splattered everywhere, and countless stone chips and snowflakes hit the palace like arrows, creating hundreds or thousands of holes in her body in an instant!

The assassin didn't even have time to make a move. He didn't even have time to hum, and then collapsed into the snow and turned into a pool of vague flesh and blood.

With this force of blinking, the distance between His Majesty the Emperor and Fan Xian was shortened a little further. At this time, Fan Xian was sprinting with all his might, but in the flash, the father and son were close at hand. Fan Xian could even see His Majesty the Emperor's slightly thin face, his cold eyes that no longer had any emotions, and his calm eyes, could not help but reveal murderous intent!

The Northern Qi trump card was indeed powerful. No matter who it was to deal with, it was probably enough. However, it was extremely ugly to deal with a great master like His Majesty. Fan Xian's eyes were not disappointed at all. He still used a sword in the air and pierced his Majesty's eye sockets.

It was still the same as when the two previous fights. The Great Wei Emperor Sword in Fan Xian's hand could not have stabbed the Emperor, who looked like an immortal or a charm, and was in a vain figure. The tip of the sword revealed its sharpness, piercing the air beside His Majesty's cheek with a depressed and weak force, hissing, but in vain.

His Majesty's fist had already hit him again, this was a real kingly punch. His Majesty the Emperor never left any backhand. His fist, which was as pure as jade, pressed over all the white in the wind and snow. It shone with a light that should not have earth in the world, and it blasted towards Fan Xian's chest.

The emperor's face was also very white, an unhealthy white. It seemed that the great master had already gathered all the true energy in his body like a sea on this punch. If this punch was realized, even if Fan Xian had the most exquisite two true energy protection in the world and the wonderful bird-like body movements to relieve his strength, he could only be smashed to pieces.

At this moment, the Great Wei Emperor's Sword in Fan Xian's hand took off his hand, roared through Xuekong, and headed towards the gate of the Seong-shen and closed the ground.

His man faced the fist shining with the holy light of white light and shouted shrillly, and his whole body began to tremble violently. A finger was extremely clumsy and slowly pointing towards His Majesty's face at a distance of three feet!

Slowness is just a feeling, but in fact the tip of the finger contains all the true energy that Fan Xian could force out in this life. It was too solemn. The untamed energy actually gave birth to a sense of quality, as if it was weighty. His fingers began to tremble randomly in the snow.

People in other places were trembling, their faces were extremely pale, but their eyes were extremely bright.

Fan Xian's hand could not stab the emperor's body even if there was a sword in his hand, let alone a finger, not to mention that his finger was still a little far from His Majesty, and His Majesty's murderous fist was almost touching his clothes.

However, a sharp voice sounded from Fan Xian's fingertips, like a devil trying to tear the human body out of the outside, and came out of the fleshy clothes, like the notes in the bamboo flute tube. Because no one has suppressed it for too long, he can no longer withstand loneliness and wants to drill out those holes as a few clear sounds in the air.

A clear sword, extremely sharp and powerful sword energy, spurted out from Fan Xian's fingertips, instantly surpassing the space between the two and stabbing into the throat of His Majesty the Emperor!

I still remember that I was young at that time, and the nude boy in Danzhou was so funny. Why did the true qi disappear into the air when it was sent out of the body? Uncle Wu Zhu did not know internal skills, so he could not explain. Why hadn’t the martial arts practitioners in the world tried? Fan Xian, who was a naughty boy, started to try it. He worked extremely hard to practice silently for a long time without anyone guiding or correcting it. Then the true qi in his body was spit out of his palm and could return to his body within a very subtle distance. This is due to the two large and small circles in his body, or to his persistence and diligence?
To be continued...