Niao Ni

Chapter 728: Cang Mountain Holds Snow, Sword Holds Frost II - A Flick of the Finger

In the midst of the wind and snow, Fan Xian stood expressionless, breathing calmly, his slightly trembling hands facing the sky. Every inch of his skin, every pore, greedily absorbed the nameless, shapeless primordial energy of the heavens and earth. A faint layer of light covered his clothes.

He didn't know what these clear or active primordial energy fluctuations were, where they came from, or how they were born. But ever since he first felt their existence by the East Sea, he had discovered that by following the chaotic breathing and mental methods recorded in that small book, he could seemingly absorb the primordial energy of the heavens and earth into his body and transform it into true energy.

Earlier, with one sword and three styles, he was sent flying by the shockwave. In that fleeting moment, the tyrannical true energy within Fan Xian's body, usually known for its abundance, began to wane. Faced with this crisis, he couldn't possibly hide anything. Right in front of His Majesty the Emperor, he began to regulate his breathing once more.

The current Emperor, though injured, emotionally moved, and aged, was still a Grandmaster!

With a simple gesture, he controlled the aura of the field, forcing Fan Xian to exert all his strength to cope. In just a moment, the sea of energy within his body was about to run dry. Although he was greedily absorbing the primordial energy of the heavens and earth, the fluctuations in the wind and snow were so weak, the detectable primordial energy particles so sparse, that they offered no help to his current situation. Although his recovery was slightly faster, barely allowing him to stand in the snow, how could it help him defeat a Grandmaster?

To the strong of this continent, overseas spells had always been a chicken rib, not worth a glance. Even Grandmaster Ku He, a man of broad mind and no scruples, who dared to eat human flesh, had not found another path despite researching spells in his final days and having the good fortune to obtain that small book. At most, it could only be considered a supplementary means.

Like Fan Xian today, as he breathed, meditated, and concentrated his energy, it was like being in a vast expanse of paddy fields, wanting to breathe, but unable to draw much oxygen from the mud and murky water.

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He couldn't wait any longer, because the figure in the bright yellow dragon robe at the end of the wind and snow had begun to step through the snow slowly but resolutely. The distance of several dozen feet seemed far away, the snowflakes there seemingly countless times smaller than the snowflakes here. But for Emperor Qing and Fan Xian, what difference was there between the ends of the earth and a stone's throw away?

Fan Xian's eyes held no joy or anger, only unwavering calm. The slightly deformed sword of the Great Wei Emperor was held horizontally at his brow, gleaming coldly. The large and small cycles within his body swept slightly through his chest, causing the snow mountain behind his waist to shine brightly.

The majestic true energy that he had diligently cultivated and stored since his rebirth was like a snow mountain illuminated by the blazing sun, instantly transforming into gurgling streams. The water in the streams increased, forming small rivers, then large rivers, scouring his meridians, which were broader than anyone else's in the world, carrying it to the extremities and every minute part of his body, strengthening his mind and forging his flesh.

The snow beneath his feet bloomed like a lotus flower, exploding with a burst. Fan Xian's body slanted, seemingly without force yet abnormally violent, carrying these two completely different auras as he went forth with his sword.

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

After the previous one sword, three strikes, and under the powerful pressure exerted by His Majesty the Emperor, Sigu Jian, inherited from the Sword Cottage of Dongyi City, finally perfectly fused together with the protection of the two streams of true energy within his body and the shelter of the lightness skill. He had truly reached the realm of great accomplishment! This sword actually had the brilliance of the shadow assassinating Sigu Jian in the City Lord's mansion of Dongyi City that day!

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With a harsh cracking sound, Fan Xian was miserably and dejectedly struck down from mid-air, flying back and heavily crashing onto the snow. The snow lotus that he had stepped on earlier still maintained its shape in the air, demonstrating just how swift his going and returning were, so fast that the snow lotus hadn't even had time to shatter!

He went forth elegantly, stabbing as he pleased, sharply yet naturally. But his retreat was even faster, in a disheveled and thrilling manner!

His Majesty the Emperor slowly retracted his straight, outstretched fist, that steady and domineering fist. He squinted slightly, looking at Fan Xian in the snow, still silent. Before Fan Xian's sword, His Majesty the Emperor had to avoid its sharp edge slightly, so this fist didn't have enough momentum. Since the previous fist hadn't killed Fan Xian outright, this fist probably wouldn't kill him either.

As expected, Fan Xian, like an unkillable cockroach, struggled to get up from the snow, a bloodstain that was about to be frozen by the cold hanging from the corner of his lips. He stared coldly at the Emperor's ancient, waveless eyes and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

All-powerful methods in the world, whether speed, skill, or displacement, all these external aspects of martial arts were built on the foundation of true energy. If the sea of energy was insufficient, how could one be as fast as lightning? How could one use those techniques that had already grasped the wonders of heaven and earth? True energy was the foundation of martial arts. The meridians within Fan Xian's body were different from ordinary people's, his cultivation methods were different from ordinary people's, and his dominance and abundance were unparalleled, a true anomaly in the world.

However... His Majesty's body was even more extraordinary! His meridians were not as broad and unique as Fan Xian's, but he had no meridians at all. His entire person, from the top of his head to the tip of his toes, was a clear channel for circulating energy! The domineering cultivation technique that His Majesty practiced was even more powerful, with a natural air of kingly dominance amidst its violence!

In comparison, His Majesty the Emperor was like an upgraded version of Fan Xian. Fan Xian was a little monster, and the Emperor was a big monster. For Fan Xian to rely on his own strength, his superb true energy cultivation, to confront His Majesty head-on was undoubtedly an extremely brave and... absurd choice.

As the old saying goes, on this continent today, whether in terms of personal cultivation or power, Fan Xian was already one of the most powerful people. No, in fact, he was already the second most powerful in the world. He himself had admitted this.

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

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In Fan Xian's calm eyes, there was not a trace of frustration. He squinted slightly, watching the approaching footsteps of His Majesty the Emperor through the wind and snow. He knew that when His Majesty stepped in front of him step by step, it would be the moment when he could no longer rely on that strange method to gain an advantage in movement.

Fresh blood flowed from between his lips, wetting his lapel, and was quickly frozen into a patch of bloody frost by the frigid air of the Cold Palace.

His dark pupils contracted slightly. Fan Xian held the Great Wei Emperor's sword upside down, bracing his wrist in front of him, fully alert. He wiped the blood from his lips with the cloth tied around his wrist, licked his lips, and laughed in a hoarse voice: "Very refreshing."

Yes, he had grown up under the care of the Overwatch Council since he was a child, preparing to take charge of the Overwatch Council from childhood. From his bones to his skin, from head to toe, he was immersed in the insidious and dark aura of the Overwatch Council. In this life, he had encountered countless storms and powerful enemies. Every time, he would try every means to weaken the other party, using those shady and despicable means to seek the final victory. But he rarely bravely relied on the sword in his hand to engage in the most direct, sharp, and passionate battles with powerful enemies.

Looking at the approaching Emperor, feeling the pressure filling the heavens and earth gradually suppressing his body, a trace of determination flashed across Fan Xian's delicate face. In this tense moment, he even thought of that cliff in the primitive mountains north of Danzhou three years ago, where Yan Xiaoyi, holding a longbow, seemed to be approaching his body in the same cold way.

On the meadow, Fan Xian had bravely stood up. Today, he also bravely stood up, staring coldly at the Emperor in the wind and snow, taking a deep breath, facing the oncoming wind and snow, shaking his right arm, and stepping on the melting snow with both feet, like a nimble cat treading on snow, his figure suddenly shaking and disappearing from the spot.

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Ran away? His Majesty the Emperor, watching his son, who had turned into a gray shadow, taking advantage of the momentum of the wind and snow, just barely skimming over the abandoned garden's palace wall, and speeding towards the south of the imperial palace, frowned slightly. A complicated, cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He shook his bright yellow dragon robe sleeves, instantly transforming into a blurry yellow shadow, disappearing with Fan Xian's figure in an instant.

In the mid-air of the Cold Palace, Fan Xian's hands hung naturally on either side of his body, flying swiftly and naturally with the momentum of the wind and snow, turning into a gray shadow on the eaves and walls of the palace.

Earlier, in the abandoned garden, he had made the posture of a young lion fighting for its life, but instead turned around and left, using all his cultivation to escape into the wind and snow, wanting to escape from His Majesty's side. There was not a trace of humiliation in his heart. The Emperor was a Grandmaster, a big monster, in short, not a human. It was normal to not be able to defeat a non-human guy. Knowing that he couldn't win and still staying there to fight desperately would be called foolish.

Feeling the subtle changes in the wind and snow through his clothes, Fan Xian's posture was exceptionally beautiful, like a hardy bird flying freely, changing direction from time to time in the air, drawing beautiful arcs, while the speed did not decrease in the slightest.

The palace, which had been quiet for a long time, was already in the morning hours. Occasionally, the sweeping eunuchs and servants caught a glimpse of the gray shadow flashing across the sky, but they all thought they were seeing things, because no one in the world could fly so fast.

Fan Xian flew freely and comfortably, flying in the gloomy and quiet imperial city. Every seven or eight feet, he would lightly tap on the eaves or walls, his figure unhindered, and enter another palace. This kind of movement, this kind of speed, was truly unprecedented in the world.

A drop of sweat slipped from the back of Fan Xian's neck onto his back. This flying technique, performed with all his strength, did not consume too much of his true energy. Borrowing the momentum of heaven and earth, escaping into heaven and earth, he had grasped the wonders of heaven and earth. Flying in mid-air allowed his mind to calm down, and the circulation of the two cycles within his body began to warm up, repairing the gaps caused by His Majesty's pressure bit by bit. That nameless spell technique seemed to be fully utilized in this harmonious atmosphere, allowing him to recover faster and faster, and his state was getting better and better.

His toes touched the head of a stone beast on the corner of the eaves, without even disturbing the copper bell held in the beast's mouth. Fan Xian flew above the palace, looking down at the earth. The people in the palace had a particularly ethereal feeling, looking down on the world, especially those who were boiling water or sweeping snow. Not a single one was able to discover that someone was flying in the sky. This feeling was very wonderful.

But the sweat on Fan Xian's back was still flowing, because although he had integrated all his mind and spirit into this harmonious state, he would not even think of looking back. But he could still clearly feel that a powerful, hidden, and unreleased power was following him not too fast, not too slow, like the footsteps of death, which could never be escaped.

He did not expect that his speed had already been raised to such a level, but he was still unable to shake off His Majesty the Emperor behind him. Fan Xian's pupils contracted slightly as he charged towards the tall imperial city gate in the distance to the south.

From the abandoned garden in the northwest corner of the imperial palace, Fan Xian escaped lightly, all the way south. Strangely, he did not choose the nearest North Palace Gate or those palace walls to scale over.

He had been negotiating with His Majesty the Emperor in the palace for so long, so naturally he had something to rely on. This pair of father and son were very clear about the current situation. Fan Xian promised His Majesty that this was just a war between the two of them, and the Emperor, for the sake of Great Qing's eternal prosperity, would only apply his imperial pressure to Fan Xian alone.

As long as Fan Xian could escape this time, at least the world would be quiet for many years. For the sake of those chips hidden in all parts of the world, the Emperor would not attack Fan Xian's subordinates before killing Fan Xian. This was what it meant for the Son of Heaven to speak, and four horses could not overtake it.

And His Majesty the Emperor would not allow a force that could threaten him to continue to exist within his empire, so he had to kill Fan Xian today.

But... Fan Xian did not leave the palace. Although the vermilion palace walls that sealed off all sides were said to be able to block any ninth-rank expert in the world, Wu Zhu's escorting Hong Gonggong out of the palace back then had already proved that this palace wall was not a natural barrier for those who truly stood at the peak of the human world, let alone for Fan Xian, who had worked tirelessly on flying skills since he was a child.

Fan Xian went south all the way, always south. In the deep, snowy imperial palace, he went south all the way. He passed Shufang Palace, passed Hanguang Hall, passed the dilapidated East Palace and Guangxin Palace. He saw many people, but no one in the imperial palace saw him.

He passed three main palaces, six villas, saw seventy-two women, and finally scaled the tallest Taiji Hall in the entire imperial city.

No one had ever been to the top of the towering hall, except for those craftsmen who might have been busy on it when it was newly built during the founding of the country. It was said that two people had fallen to their deaths while building this hall back then, and people from the Heavenly Dao Temple in the Great Wei Dynasty were invited to appease the vengeful souls.

Today's Taiji Hall was covered with a thick layer of snow on the yellow glazed tiles. The two colors were mixed together with great beauty, like an extremely gorgeous fabric, making people reluctant to destroy it. Fan Xian had no time or mood to appreciate the snow at the moment. He went straight to the heights along the central end of the Taiji Hall. Although it was extremely slippery under his feet, it could not cause his body to deviate in the slightest.

Soaring upwards, his toes stepped on the dragon bone that rose high in the central end of the Taiji Hall. Fan Xian stood against the wind, surrounded by flying snow, his clothes rustling. He was standing at the highest point of the imperial palace. In front of him was the extremely majestic main gate of the imperial city, and around him were the palace walls, which looked extremely low. He could even see most of the capital city, all trapped in a misty wind and snow.

He wondered where Ruoruo was now that she had left the palace, and whether Wan'er and the others had already left Kyoto. Fan Xian stood at the highest point of the imperial palace, squinting his eyes and looking at the distant, overlapping residential eaves of Kyoto, and then waited for the appearance of that bright yellow figure behind him.

Fan Xian did not turn around, a very strong look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, because the voice he had been waiting for had not sounded, the change he had been waiting for had not happened, the entire imperial palace was still silent, especially above this majestic hall. Apart from him and His Majesty the Emperor behind him, there was only wind and snow, nothing else.

Fan Xian slid down the glazed tiles on the hall. Although a great battle at the Forbidden City in the wind and snow must be a very good show and a very dignified approach, in Fan Xian's opinion, people can only live with dignity, but cannot die with dignity.

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

The Emperor stood in front of the long corridor of the Taiji Hall, behind him was the deep gate of the main hall. In the past, he had summoned ministers and controlled the life and death of countless subjects of the world in this palace. But today, he stood here alone.

Fan Xian stood in the middle of the square in front of the hall, surrounded by thick snow. He looked at the heavy palace gate directly opposite in the distance, squinted slightly, and wondered if he felt that he did not have the strength to break through that palace gate. He slowly turned around and looked at the Emperor and said: "Actually, when everything develops to the end, it's just like two beasts tearing at each other."

The Emperor was silent, his expression cold. He looked at Fan Xian as if he were looking at a dead man. At this time, the two of them, monarch and subject, finally stopped their pursuit that completely exceeded the imagination of the world, stood quietly in front of the hall, and also appeared in front of the eyes of thousands of subjects.

Those eunuchs sweeping snow outside the hall, the palace maids walking quietly in the corridor, those guards with blue and red faces, holding knives and standing, all opened their mouths in astonishment, looking at His Majesty the Emperor and Little Fan Xian in the snow, shocked beyond words, unable to speak for a long time.

Fan Xian looked at His Majesty the Emperor calmly, but he was thinking about other things in his heart, because he noticed a trace of strangeness. From the abandoned garden in the northwest to the south of the imperial palace, the Emperor had approached him several times along the way, finding the moment to kill or capture him, but the Emperor did not act.

Why was this?

The Emperor, with his slightly frowned brows, must also have been puzzled. Fan Xian was not thinking about escaping from the palace, but was going south. Why was this?

Fan Xian was waiting for a variable. Unfortunately, after His Majesty the Emperor revealed his figure in the Taiji Hall, the first variable did not occur. So what about the second? Fan Xian knew clearly how much strength he had, but the current variable must be a variable that even Fan Xian did not know.

Just like that immortal game in Xuankong Temple back then, by chance, the winds and clouds gathered, and everyone in the game had their own purposes, but in the end, everyone had variables that they could not control.

Fan Xian firmly believed that this variable that he did not know would definitely happen, because back then, the Xuankong Temple incident had involved four forces, but the Northern Qi Dynasty, the biggest enemy of Southern Qing, had remained silent all along.

The Northern Qi, inheriting the Great Wei, had been operating in this world for thousands of years. Did they not have any means against the Southern Qing's Kyoto imperial palace, which was a confidant's woe? Fan Xian did not believe it. He firmly believed that the people of Northern Qi must have hidden a trump card in the imperial palace! And today, when the Southern Qing monarchs and subjects turned against each other and blood splattered in the imperial city, it was the best time for the little Emperor of Northern Qi to use his trump card!

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If the drums of war sounded, with a muffled thud, if a great battle broke out, tens of thousands of taut bowstrings would sing in unison, but in reality, it was just the huge city-guarding crossbow at the corner tower of the imperial city, which was activated at this silent and even dull moment by the crossbow mechanism that was tightening!

A fine steel crossbow bolt as thick as a child's arm, under the action of a powerful spring force, instantly transformed into a black lightning bolt, breaking through the air at the corner tower of the imperial city, shaking the air and bursting, tearing apart the snowflakes that kept flying in the air in front of the Taiji Hall, spinning at high speed, forcibly splitting a deep space channel, and shooting towards that bright yellow figure in front of the hall!

No one knew how the city-guarding crossbow base, which had been cast to death, was turned around to aim at the imperial palace, and no one knew how the people of Northern Qi had infiltrated the imperial army of Southern Qing and secretly controlled that corner tower. Fan Xian only knew that the trump card of the Northern Qi had finally moved. This was enough. With a sharp roar, Fan Xian sank his energy into his feet, his body as heavy as a millstone, and moved like a waterfall. He followed the sword and moved, following the giant crossbow that was whistling towards the Emperor's front!

The crossbow was approaching, but after all, the distance was too far. His Majesty the Emperor, in the realm of a Grandmaster, only needed to flick his sleeves and retreat, forcibly relying on his powerful cultivation to turn distance into time, and he could avoid this earth-shattering crossbow.

However, Fan Xian had already glimpsed from the corner of his eye that there was a palace maid kneeling on the ground under the corridor, trembling. At this time, she had stood up, a trace of coldness flashed in her eyes, she pulled out a thin needle from her hair, and stabbed towards His Majesty the Emperor's back.

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It seemed that both the people of Northern Qi and Fan Xian had underestimated the will and reaction that Emperor Qing had honed in this world for decades. When everyone thought that the bright yellow figure in front of the Taiji Hall would temporarily avoid the edge of the giant crossbow...

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

With a loud bang, the huge crossbow bolt grazed His Majesty the Emperor's hair and slammed into the smooth jade-like bluestone ground, instantly stabbing the stone surface into tofu-like gravel. Gravel and mud splashed everywhere, but it just happened to block the assassin palace maid behind the rubble!

His Majesty the Emperor flicked his dragon robe sleeve with his right arm, and a powerful true energy wrapped the sky full of gravel and snowflakes behind him, and struck over like a giant dragon, hitting the palace maid's body!

Chichichichi, blood splashed everywhere, countless gravel and snowflakes hit the palace maid's body like arrows, instantly creating hundreds and thousands of holes in her body!

The assassin did not even have time to make a move, and did not even have time to hum, before collapsing in the snow and turning into a pool of blurred flesh and blood.

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Taking advantage of this flick, the distance between His Majesty the Emperor and Fan Xian was shortened a little. At this time, Fan Xian was sprinting with all his strength. In the blink of an eye, the two of them were close at hand, so close that Fan Xian could even see His Majesty the Emperor's slightly thin face, those cold eyes without any emotion, and the killing intent that was inexplicably revealed in those calm eyes!

The trump card of Northern Qi was indeed powerful. Whether it was used to deal with anyone, it would probably be enough, but it was extremely ugly to use it to deal with a Grandmaster like His Majesty. There was no disappointment in Fan Xian's eyes, and he was still a sword in the air, and he stabbed hard at His Majesty's eye socket.

It was still the same situation as the previous two encounters. The Great Wei Emperor's sword in Fan Xian's hand could not stab His Majesty, who was like an immortal and possessed infinite wonderful postures in a square inch of land. The tip of the sword revealed its sharpness, and it pierced the air next to His Majesty's cheek feebly, hissing, but it was futile.

And His Majesty's fist had already blasted over. This was a true kingly fist. His Majesty the Emperor did not leave any backup, and his fist, as clean as jade, overwhelmed all the white in this sky full of wind and snow, shining with a light that should not be in the world, and blasted towards Fan Xian's chest.

The Emperor's face was also very white, an unhealthy white, as if this Grandmaster had gathered all the sea-like true energy in his body on this fist. If this fist hit home, even if Fan Xian had the two most exquisite true energy in the world to protect his body, and had the wonderful flying bird-like body to relieve his strength, he could only be shattered to pieces.

At this moment, the Great Wei Emperor's sword in Fan Xian's hand left his hand, whistling and breaking through the snowy sky, heading towards the deep, tightly closed door of the main hall.

His people, facing the fist that shone with white holy light, screamed sadly, and his whole body began to tremble violently. A finger, three feet away, pointed awkwardly and slowly at His Majesty's face!

The slowness was just a feeling. In fact, the finger tip contained all the true energy that Fan Xian could force out in this life. It was too heavy, and the intangible air actually produced a tangible feeling, as if it had weight, causing his finger to tremble randomly in the snowy sky.

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

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Even if Fan Xian had a sword in his hand, he could not stab the Emperor's body, let alone a finger, let alone the fact that his finger was some distance away from His Majesty, and His Majesty's murderous fist was about to touch his clothes.

However, a sharp voice sounded from Fan Xian's fingertip, as if a demon was about to tear through the disguise of the outer human body and drill out of the clothes of that flesh, and as if the notes in the bamboo flute were too long to be pressed, and could no longer bear the loneliness, and wanted to drill out of those holes and become a few wisps of clear sound in the air.

A sword energy that was clear to the sword, extremely sharp, and full of killing intent, spurted out from Fan Xian's fingertip, instantly surpassing the space between the two of them, and stabbed towards His Majesty the Emperor's throat!

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I still remember when I was young, the naughty children in Danzhou often made people laugh. Why does true energy disappear into the air instantly after being sent out of the body? Uncle Wu Zhu did not know internal skills, and he could not explain it. Why have the martial arts practitioners in the world never tried it? It was Fan Xian who started to try it, and he worked very hard to practice silently for a long time without anyone to guide or correct him. Then the true energy in his body was spit out on the palm, and it could return to the body within a very small distance. Was this due to the two large and small cycles in his body, or was it due to his persistence and diligence?

But what's the use of this? It has wasted a lot of his time in vain, so that he has practiced the nameless and domineering skills since he was a child, but when he enters Kyoto, he still cannot shock the world like Haitang or Wang Shisanlang in a battle. Those true energy that can be recovered freely on his palms cannot be used in real battles, let alone released out of the body to form a murderous weapon. Besides climbing the cliffs of Danzhou, the red palace walls, stealing keys, and kissing his fiancee secretly, what else is it for?

But Fan Xian was not reconciled, because Ye Liuyun had been to that cliff back then, and left thousands of pits on that beach. He knew that some people in the world could control the released true energy, so he has been stubbornly and even foolishly following this path, but it is a pity that he still has no way for a long time.

This is because Fan Xian did not know that except for him, this monster, only people who have reached that realm can control the released true energy. Although the swords of those ninth-rank experts in the Sword Cottage can have a faint sword glow, what a qualitative difference is that from the improvement of the human body itself.

The stubborn naughty boy gradually grew up, and the supreme skill that the world regarded as a treasure became a symbol of persistence in his hands, until one day by the East China Sea, he finally felt that the true energy that came and went back and forth on his palms finally... finally... but gradually extended out a little, and then extended a little more, his mind could clearly feel the fluctuations of those breaths that were no longer in his body!

Now Fan Xian can feel the fluctuations of the primordial energy between the heavens and the earth, and of course he can clearly feel his own true energy breath, and he can control it, manipulate it! Whether it is because the stubborn teenager persisted to the end, or because of that small book, in short, the final result is the invisible sword energy that spurts out from his fingertips at this moment!

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With the sword in hand, how can he stab the elusive bright yellow figure in front of him? And with trembling fingertips, as long as he moves his mind, the sword energy will flow and tear the air, who can avoid it?

His Majesty the Emperor could not either. Before this sharp sword energy, he only had time to turn his body, and his fist brushed past Fan Xian's shoulder and struck in the air.

Although he struck empty, Fan Xian's left shoulder was still violently shattered, and the snow on the ground behind him was even more hit with a big pit, and snowflakes flew everywhere!

The sword energy from Fan Xian's fingertip also hit His Majesty the Emperor. To be precise, it brushed past His Majesty's neck. The invisible sword energy tore open the thin layer of skin on His Majesty's neck, and blood seeped out!

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Taking the opportunity, Fan Xian once again spit out a miserable scream from his lips, forcing all the remaining true energy in his body to his fingertips, and remotely pressed it, and stabbed His Majesty the Emperor's eye socket again!

His Majesty the Emperor's face became more pale after a fist hit the air, but looking at the finger that Fan Xian stabbed again, there was no fear in His Majesty's eyes, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.

His Majesty also stretched out an index finger and pressed it down on the tip of the sword at Fan Xian's fingertip. His figure fluttered forward, and in an instant, he compressed the distance between the two of them to nothing!

With a hissing sound of air currents, and in the blink of an eye, His Majesty the Emperor's fingertip touched Fan Xian's fingertip that was constantly spewing sword energy. The two slender index fingers were joined together, one finger was constantly trembling, and the other was unusually stable.

Between the finger pads of the two fingers, the air flow was strong, and the light gradually increased, causing the surrounding snowflakes in the air to retreat!

The smile on the corner of His Majesty the Emperor's lips faded, and he gently waved his right arm, pressing a Great Dongshan down on Fan Xian with his index finger!

With a snap, Fan Xian's index finger was completely shattered!

His body was like being hit by the hammer of a god, and the whole person was like a kite, retreating decadently, but it was not like the previous proactive force relief, but the whole person seemed to have no support, and suddenly fell to the snow, unable to move.

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The two monarchs and subjects who were fighting for life and death on the snow seemed to have forgotten the sword that had been stabbed into the air before. It fell from Fan Xian's hand, whizzed and flew towards the main gate of the Taiji Hall.

But in fact, this pair of father and son did not forget, because in such a war, this pair of the strongest father and son in the world would never make any extra moves or consume any unnecessary power.

This sword must have a sequel when it flies. The sequel is the exquisite and complicated patterns on the quiet main gate of the Taiji Hall, because when Fan Xian's fingertip spewed out the shocking sword energy for the first time, the tightly closed main gate of the Taiji Hall opened strangely like this.

Wang Shisanlang, wearing a cloth shirt, flew out from the black hole in the center of the Qing Kingdom's court, caught the Great Wei Emperor's sword that Fan Xian had let go, flexed his right elbow slightly, swooped in the air like lightning, his figure swelled slightly, and with a burst of roar, he gathered his long-awaited killing sword, and stabbed hard at the back of the Emperor's neck!

Wang Shisanlang, the magnificent unparalleled in the world, and the magnificent meaning carried by this sword was brought to the extreme. Compared with the shadow in white clothes on Xuankong Temple that day, the sword that jumped out of the sun was three points hotter and three points brighter. It was obviously a sneak attack from behind His Majesty the Emperor, but he forced out a feeling of being upright!

The closed disciple of the Sword Cottage, who had a pure sword heart, had fully inherited Sigu Jian's true inheritance. That night, in Fan Xian and Sigu Jian's conversation, he had some understanding of the domineering true energy. At this time, he gathered his lifelong cultivation on a sword, how sharp, if Fan Xian faced this sword, he would probably be injured!

However, His Majesty the Emperor seemed to know that a ninth-rank expert would suddenly run out from the deep hall behind him. He pressed Fan Xian to the ground with a finger, and his face did not move at all. He did not turn around, and directly brushed his sleeves backwards.

Emperor Qing's life, a punch, a finger, and a sleeve, were enough to stand at the top of the human world, and no one dared to look up to his light. However, today his sleeve could not swallow the mountains and rivers, and the wind rolled and the clouds stretched to wrap Wang Shisanlang's magnificent sword.

Because he was still a human, not a god, and because, as Fan Xian had judged, His Majesty was no longer the peak of his strength, these years of loneliness, old age, sickness, and injury, whether from the body or the mind, had already allowed him to actively or passively choose to walk down from the altar.

Wang Shisanlang's roar still echoed in the empty imperial palace, and the Great Wei Emperor's sword, which was spewing out the sword, pierced through the Qing Emperor's dragon sleeves with a sigh, and stabbed past the Emperor's chest.

When the Emperor flicked his sleeves, he had already turned his body slightly. Although Shisanlang's sword was fierce, it still only brushed past him, and only injured Qing Emperor's flesh and blood slightly!

And the hand in the Emperor's sleeve had already protruded like a golden dragon probing out of the clouds, and caught Shisanlang's wrist with perfection.

Wang Shisanlang shook his wrist, and the Great Wei Emperor's sword in his hand was like a spirit snake raising its head, stabbing straight at Qing Emperor's jaw from an impossible angle. Qing Emperor groaned, and his shoulder sent backwards exquisitely, hitting Wang Shisanlang's chest. With a few clicks, Wang Shisanlang spurted blood wildly, and did not know how many ribs were broken!

He felt an extremely majestic force was about to shake him away, and with a muffled groan, the color of scarlet in his eyes was great, and he disregarded life and death and probed backwards, and firmly grasped His Majesty the Emperor's right hand and refused to let go!

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A flower shadow flashed out from behind Wang Shisanlang at this most critical moment, as if she had not been there before, and flashed out so fresh and natural, like a returning traveler yearning for hot water, like a flower tree in the wind and snow, needing warmth, so naturally grasping His Majesty the Emperor's other hand, the left hand.

Haitang Duoduo is here. This Northern Qi Saintess, today's leader of the Heavenly Dao, is like an extremely quiet and weak woman, attached to Qing Emperor's side, Qing Emperor's sleeve, like a cloud, like a petal, unable to shake off, unable to shake off, a taste of closeness, a taste of nature, repulsive and frightened.

I do not know why, Haitang's shot did not choose to attack Qing Emperor's vitals, but only released the whole body to cultivate, and trapped Qing Emperor's left hand.

Qing Emperor's eyes were unusually cold and calm, his already thin cheeks seemed to be even thinner at this moment, his eyes sank deeply, his face was pale, he knew that the young people holding his two hands were specially left by the two old partners who had died to deal with him, but he still did not move, only a sound like a bell, humming from his not so strong chest sounded...

The majestic true energy instantly invaded the bodies of the two young ninth-rank experts. In one breath, Wang Shisanlang's right