The years are long, and more than 100 years have passed in a hurry.

The twenty-first reincarnation of martial arts, more than a hundred years, is enough to replace seven or eight generations.

No matter how heroic you are, you can't escape the end of being blown away by the rain and wind.

Only the deeds of 'Seven Killings of the White Tiger and Dominating the World' have been continuously sung in the past hundred years, making Fang Xian deserve his name and become a martial arts myth.

Yuan Wuguo, Golden Wind Drizzle Building.

"The flowers bloom and wither, and the spring is helpless to pass away......"

Fang Xian lay on the soft chair and sighed faintly.

At this time, he is no longer young.

The black and shiny hair had turned frost white, and the original energetic body had become old and rickety, and the face was wrinkled with age spots.

"I'm one hundred and seventy-nine years old, and there's still a year to go...... Three Jiazi, is that my limit? ”

The great grandmaster's mental acuity allowed him to accurately grasp the time of his body's death.

This kind of sadness of watching life come to an end little by little, and the candle flame is lit little by little, is by no means something that young people can imagine.

Even if he once punched a lifetime!

Even if he doesn't have the name of the leader of the martial arts alliance, he has the reality of the leader of the martial arts alliance!

Even if he has the supreme power, all the treasures, beauty, and learning in the world...... Everything is given and wanted, and poverty and luxury are extremely extravagant.

Until now, no matter how good the wine is, no matter how beautiful the beauty, it will not arouse his interest in the slightest.

Instead, there is a kind of desolation of 'drawing the sword and looking around'.

Even if the martial arts are invincible in the world, what about it? There are no external enemies, so I can only watch my body gradually age, and my qi and blood decay, I am afraid that even the white tiger at its peak will be difficult to form, like a tiger with its teeth extracted.

"Between life and death, there is a great terror!"

"If you die on the battlefield, there is nothing, but this sense of powerlessness is terrifying......"

"Even if I have a golden finger, I'm not sure if I can live out the fourth life......"

"Therefore the wise lords of history have become deaf and cruel in old age...... It's not really mediocre, it's self-defeating...... Because even if the name is immortal, what is it in the face of death? It's better to be willful! ”

In this world, the human body has a life span of 200 years, which is the limit!

Of course, this limit is only the most perfect theoretical state.

When Fang Xian was young, he was injured in various battles...... The consumption of qi and blood essence is very huge, and this is a matter that greatly reduces the lifespan of the body.

Originally, he only had a lifespan of about 150 years.

Even if he relied on the White Tiger Law to absorb the essence element, it was only delayed for thirty years, and no matter how much it was, it was impossible!

Unless...... Can really break through the realm!

"It's a pity...... It's simply impossible, Grand Master, it's the upper limit of this world...... In fact, the true qi cultivation of the great grandmaster is similar to that of the grandmaster, but it is only a layer stronger in the spiritual realm, and he can achieve the unity of heaven and man, and the gods can merge heaven and earth......

"This is the limitation of the world, unless you can overturn the world by yourself, you can't break through the ......"

Fang Xian got up and came to the outside world.

"Great Offering!"

A deacon immediately knelt down to greet him, as if watching a god descend on earth.

"Outside the city, Maple Grove Mountain."

Fang Xian got into the carriage and gave an order.

He is now the biggest worship of the Golden Wind Drizzle Building, even if the new owner of the building, 'Jade Xiaohu', has to listen to his dispatch.

On the Maple Forest Mountain, there is a red forest immersion.

In the cold wind, Fang Xian came to a tomb.

This is Jade Longjiao's grave!

This female grandmaster was older than him, so she naturally went one step ahead of him.

Today is the day of her death.

Fang Xian closed his eyes, the fairy was dressed in black at the beginning, and the appearance of jade feet like snow seemed to be right in front of him.

Moreover, this female grandmaster may have some feelings for him later, but he politely refused.

And that's not all.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the former White Tiger Xingjun, and now the White Tiger Xianjun have been alone all his life, with neither a family, nor a wife or children, let alone apprentices.

Martial arts people all say that the White Tiger Immortal Monarch has no obstacles and no weakness.

Fang Xian knew that he was afraid.

I'm afraid to see my wife and son die before me!

He didn't want to go through that grief and pain again.

Just as he once disguised himself to see off the Wang family.

The original Wang family has already enjoyed their old age, and now the bloodline is secretly taken care of by him, but in terms of affection, it is really a lot thinner, and there are not a few points left.

"Life, Departure, Death, Farewell......"

Fang Xian muttered, the taste in his heart was extremely complicated.

Back at the Golden Wind Drizzle Building, a young man greeted him: "Grandpa! ”

His sword eyebrows and starry eyes were full of energy, and he had a youthful vitality that Fang Xian would envy.

"Little Tiger...... What's up? ”

Fang Xian directly suppressed the little darkness and jealousy in his heart, and asked casually.

"The latest information, the second vein of the Brahman, it seems that there are already descendants who can't bear to be born secretly...... And the grandmaster in the north, Bao Shenglong, has also broken through, and may want to challenge the grandpa......"

Yu Xiaohu said worriedly.

In the past history, there were also masters who wanted to challenge Fang Xian, all of whom were geniuses who were born in martial arts.

And then there was no then......

The prestige of the White Tiger Immortal Monarch is based on the white bones of the Grandmaster and the Great Grandmaster.

But now, it seems that the news that Fang Xian is old and decrepit has spread, the wolf king is old, and the male wolf who challenges has begun to be eager to try again.

Among them, Bao Shenglong and Yu Xiaohu, known as the 'Northern Dragon and Southern Tiger', are the most prestigious grandmasters of the younger generation of Jianghu martial arts.

Now that Beilong has broken through the Great Grandmaster, he has directly crushed Yu Xiaohu.

"Haha...... It seems that my murderous reputation can no longer suppress them...... Ahem......"

Fang Xian said a few words, and began to cough and gasp.

The Great Grandmaster can control himself perfectly, and at least until he is one hundred and fifty years old, his combat power is still ninety percent of his peak.

But after the age of one hundred and sixty, his state declined year by year, and he began to lose control of his qi and blood, and even fell ill.

At the age of one hundred and seventy-nine, when there is still a year to go, it will naturally worsen.

"Well...... More than 150 years of peace has to be broken, and it will be together for a long time, and it will be divided for a long time, this is the common sense of heaven......"

Fang Xian waved his hand and asked Yu Xiaohu, who wanted to come up and beat his back, to step back: "The old man can't take care of these things, and he doesn't want to take care of them...... As for the challenge? Let's talk about it when the war book is really delivered to the door......"

Jade Longjiao has never been married for life, this Jade Xiaohu is not the direct descendant of Jade Longjiao, but he has the ability and talent, relying on Fang Xian's help, after all, he still has the Golden Wind Drizzle Building in his hands, and if he insists on it for another generation, he can make the Golden Wind Drizzle Building completely surnamed 'Jade'.

At this time, looking at Fang Xian's emaciated and rickety back, Yu Xiaohu's expression couldn't help but be extremely complicated.