The door is about ten meters high, there is a blank space on it, there is no pattern carved, not far behind Fang Fan, it is a spiral ladder made of white jade stones, the middle-aged man just pinched a trick casually, and he fell directly from the twentieth floor to the last floor. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Behind the door was the dossier hall where the Taishang Sect stored the secret books of the exercises, and with a loud rumbling sound, the dusty dossier hall that had been sealed for thousands of years was revealed in front of Fang Fan.

The dossier hall is still built of white jade, there is a water tank on the roof of the night pearl, such as a round of tomorrow illuminates the entire dossier hall, tomorrow around, the same inlaid with night pearls, there are big and small, such as stars dotted with the sky, it is not difficult to find that the roof is like a star-studded sky, the position of each star is the same as reality, this is a star map.

Inside the house, there are rows of white jade bookcases that go straight into the 'sky', but there is nothing in the bookcase, although there is no dust to the touch, it makes people feel that they have been stained with dust.

Walking through the bookcase forest, the eyes suddenly opened up, and the traces of the bookcase being dismantled could still be seen on the ground, and the priceless white jade was piled up in the corner of the wall at random, like a pile of garbage.

Twenty meters away from Fang Fan, there was a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes sitting on a simple wooden chair, the man was just sitting, and the momentum he exuded made people not even dare to take a breath of the atmosphere, this is a kind of momentum that looks at the world.

"He asked you to kill me?" Emperor Qingli spoke very slowly, and his tone was extremely majestic.

"He has been waiting for a thousand years, just waiting for a person like you, will it be too weak." Emperor Qingli said lightly.

Emperor Qingli sitting on the wooden chair was obviously a head shorter than Fang Fan, but Fang Fan felt that Emperor Qingli was sitting on a high throne, which made people only look up.

Emperor Qingli got up, he was very tall, his body was like a bronze cast, and he had the power to carry the tripod.

"I'm weak, it's enough to kill you." Fang Fan's tone was also very light.

Emperor Qingli's sword eyebrows were upside down, and it had been a long time, and no one dared to offend him.

Emperor Qingli stepped forward slowly, Fang Fan's sword was already out of the sheath in his hand, and just when Emperor Qingli raised his palm, Fang Fan's left foot twisted violently, and with a bang, a strong wind was set off.

The cold wind drinks blood!

The purple-red flames on the sword slowly faded, Fang Fan had already reached the back of Emperor Qingli, although the waist of his shirt was cut, but there was no wound on Emperor Qingli's waist, not even a little scratch.

Emperor Qingli's reaction was extremely fast, he had already raised his palm to slap Fang Fan's heart, and his palm was fierce, and he slapped it with a thunderous momentum.

Just as his palm was about to touch his clothes, Fang Fan swooped out, and at the same time, when Emperor Qingli's palm was exhausted, Fang Fan turned around and slammed the blood-sucking sword towards his arm.

Emperor Qingli didn't dodge, but took the initiative to meet his arm, there was no crisp sound of gold and iron colliding, and there was no popping sound of cutting flesh and blood, and his arm was like a sponge trapped.

Fang Fan's eyelids jumped, Emperor Qingli had already stepped forward and stepped into his arms, and his left shoulder suddenly leaned over.

Fang Fan's pupils shrank, and his chest suddenly fell in, looking from the side, it was as if his chest was close to his back, and the strength of his left shoulder was really exhausted, and when Emperor Qingli stepped forward again, Fang Fan had already kicked the ground with both feet and withdrew two meters away.

In the same way as when he drank blood with the cold wind, the Blood Drawing Sword couldn't break through Emperor Qingli's skin at all, and his body was very strange, as elastic as rubber.

Before he could stand firm, Emperor Qingli rushed over again, this time he no longer used his palm, but used his leg technique, his leg was like a knife, and he kicked Fang Fan's head from right to left.

Fang Fan immediately squatted, his legs whistling over his head, Fang Fan abandoned his sword and stretched out two fingers, and slammed at Emperor Qingli's lower body, however, pointing into his lower body, Fang Fan's face suddenly changed, there was nothing there!

Could it be that it has become a fire spirit, and there is no place anymore?!

Looking up, Emperor Qingli's face was already iron-blue, his face was gloomy and terrifying, and his legs were like snakes around the neck of the mortal, as if he wanted to crush the neck bones.

Fang Fan was shocked, only thinking that Emperor Qingli had become a eunuch and was out of his mind, until his legs were wrapped around his neck, he could react, and now with a little force, it was enough for him to die a few times.

Now, the sword is difficult to enter the body, and Emperor Qingli doesn't know the pain, what should I do?

Titicaca ......

The bones were moaning in pain, Fang Fan's face was bruised, his hands were clutching wildly, his eyes were white, and the saliva was flowing uncontrollably.

The hands gradually weakened, the pupils were slowly expanding, and at the last moment, the heart sank into the dantian, and the osteitis surged up, and suddenly broke out!

Emperor Qingli's legs suddenly burned, his legs could no longer exert strength, he immediately let go of Fang Fan's neck and retreated repeatedly, and after a while, the flames were extinguished.

"Ho...... Ho ......"

Fang Fan swallowed the air greedily, his wheezing sound was as ugly as pulling a bellows, his neck was already bruised, if it was half a quarter of the night, I was afraid that he would have to report to the medical hall.

"Your fire is not simple." Emperor Qingli said.

Fang Fan took two more breaths of air and said, "Don't you think I'm weak now?"

Emperor Qingli smiled: "I have to admit that I underestimated you."

Emperor Qingli did not have the slightest anger, but was even more indifferent, if it was given to others, he would never say this, and the answer to Fang Fan was only an angry iron fist.

This made Fang Fan's eyes a little dignified, people who were not happy and angry were of course terrible, and people who could be ridiculed and treated lightly, and who also admitted that their words and deeds were wrong were even more terrifying.

For thousands of years, Emperor Qingli's heart may have long been out of waves.

The left foot took a small step forward, and with a bang, a circle of dust spread outward, and Emperor Qingli was already in the air, his right foot was raised above his head, and he slammed down in the air.

Suddenly, a huge machete appeared in the air, and the light of the knife slashed down like a rainbow of lightning, boom, dust, rows of bookcases collapsed, and a knife mark more than ten meters long appeared on the ground.

"Ahem......"

In the smoke and dust, Fang Fan coughed twice.

Emperor Qingli's gaze, which was still in the air, suddenly locked onto Fang Fan, the machete slashed down again, and there was another loud bang, the bookcase collapsed, flying sand and stones, and a knife mark deeper than before appeared.

At the same time, Emperor Qingli, who had lost the power to stay in the air, fell like a feather, and before the smoke and dust dissipated, he saw a black shadow sweeping out of the smoke and dust, and the purple fire on the sword was blazing.

Emperor Qingli stomped his feet, gathered his palms, and faced the black shadow.

However, the next moment, the black shadow disappeared, and suddenly, Emperor Qingli felt his body tilt, and subconsciously looked at his legs, and the two calves had been separated from his body.

With a bang, Emperor Qingli fell heavily to the ground, and there was no expression on his face, but there seemed to be a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"You planned it?" Emperor Qingli said suddenly.

Fang Fan turned around, and the flames on his sword subsided.

"That's right." Fang Fan said.

The reason why Emperor Qingli's legs were able to wrap around his neck was part of his plan, and he wanted to see if Emperor Qingli's legs would be cut off by the sword after being burned by osteopathy.