In the wind and snow, Fan Xian's face was expressionless, breathing calmly, his two palms trembling slightly were facing the sky, every inch of skin on his body, every pore, was greedily absorbing those unknown and informable vitality between heaven and earth, and a faint light covered his clothes like this.

He didn't know what these clear or active fluctuations of vitality were, where they came from, and why they came from, but after he first felt the existence of these things from the shores of the East China Sea, he found that when he followed the chaotic breathing method of the mind described in that booklet, it seemed that he could inhale the vital energy that existed in these heavens and earths into his body and turn them into true yuan.

Previously, one sword and three styles, flying by the shock, between the lightning and flint, Fan Xian's body, which had always been famous for its abundance of domineering true qi, had a sense of exhaustion, and in this critical situation, he could not have any hiding at all, and in front of His Majesty the Emperor, he began to breathe again.

Although the current emperor is injured, moved, and old, he is still a great master!

With a single hand and a foot, he controlled the potential field between the fields, so that Fan Xian had to use all his strength to deal with it, and in just a moment, the sea of qi in his body was about to bottom. At this time, although he greedily absorbed the vitality between heaven and earth, the fluctuations in the wind and snow were so weak, and the vitality factor that he could feel was so thin, it was not helpful to him at all for his situation at this time, although the recovery of qi was slightly faster, which allowed him to stand in the snow very reluctantly, but how could he help himself defeat a great grandmaster?

For the powerhouses of this continent, overseas spells have always been like chicken ribs, disdainful, even if Master Kuhe, a great master with a broad heart, never fearful, and even dares to eat human flesh, began to study spells in the last rì of his life, and obtained the booklet by chance, but he still did not go out of another way, at most it can only be regarded as an auxiliary means.

Just like Fan Xian today, he breathes and breathes, meditates and collects qi, but he is like a thousand poured paddy fields, wanting to breathe, but not sucking much oxygen from those sludge and muddy water.

............ I can't wait any longer, because the bright yellow dragon robe figure on the other side of the wind and snow has begun to slowly but resolutely step on the snow. The distance of dozens of zhang seems far away, and it seems that the snowflakes there are countless times smaller than the snowflakes here, but for Emperor Qing and Fan Xian, what is the difference between the end of the world and the distance?

There was no joy or anger in Fan Xian's eyes, just a calm, slightly deformed Dawei Tianzi Sword crossed his eyebrows, the cold light was great, and the size of the two Zhou Tian in his body swept slightly, which made the snow-capped mountains behind his waist shine.

Since his rebirth, every time he diligently meditates on the solid foundation, the majestic true qi stored is like a snow-capped mountain illuminated by the scorching sun, and in an instant, it becomes a bubbling stream, and the water in the stream becomes more and more, merging into a small river, converging into a large river, rushing through his meridians, which are more extensive than anyone else in the world, and carrying them to every subtle part of the body where the limbs originate, strengthening his mind and hammering his body.

The snow under his feet bloomed like a lotus flower, bursting out of a flower, Fan Xian's body swept obliquely, unfocused but violent, carrying these two completely different breaths with his sword.

A lightning-like sword light in the snowy sky illuminated the obscure heaven and earth in this way, illuminating every snowflake, every goose feather, and the edge of the snowflake could be clearly seen!

After the previous three blows with one sword, under the powerful pressure exerted by His Majesty the Emperor, Fan Xian's Sigu Sword inherited from the Dongyi City Sword House, and finally under the protection of the two true qi in the body, under the protection of the Light Body Method, it was perfectly integrated, and it really reached the realm of Dacheng.

............ There was a terrible sound, and Fan Xian was shot down from mid-air to the ground, flew back, and fell heavily on the snow, and the snow lotus that he stepped on before was still in shape in the air, which shows that he was so fast that the snow lotus didn't have time to break!

He went chic, stabbed freely, sharp but natural, but he retreated faster, wolf bèi unbearable, thrilling!

His Majesty the Emperor slowly withdrew the fist that was stretched out in the air, the steady and domineering fist. He squinted slightly at Fan Xian in the snow, still silent, in front of Fan Xian's sword, His Majesty the Emperor also had to avoid his edge a little, so this punch was not castrated, since the previous punch did not kill Fan Xian, this punch must not be killed.

Sure enough, Fan Xian was like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, he got up from the snow with difficulty, with the blood marks that were about to be frozen by the cold hanging on the corner of his lips, staring indifferently at the emperor's His Majesty's eyes without waves, and suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood.

The universal method in the world, whether it is the speed and skill transfer, all the outer edges of the qiē martial arts are based on the foundation of true qi, the qi lake is insufficient, how can it be as fast as lightning? How can we use those techniques that have already obtained the wonder of heaven and earth? True qi is the foundation of martial arts, the meridians in Fan Xian's body are different from ordinary people, and the methods of cultivation are different from ordinary people, domineering and majestic, looking at the world, it is really different.

However...... His body's body is even more different from ordinary people! The meridians in his body are not as generous and unusual as Fan Xian, but there is no body vein at all, and his whole person, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, is a transparent channel of luck! His majesty's domineering skills in cultivation are even stronger, and there is a natural aura of royal road in the violence!

In comparison, Emperor Xian is an upgraded version of Fan Xian, Fan Xian is a small monster, Emperor Xi is a big monster, and Fan Xian wants to rely on his own strength, the ultimate true qi cultivation, and his Majesty Xià to fight head-on, there is no doubt that he is extremely brave and ...... Ridiculous choice.

It's still the old saying, now 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 is facing the number one person in the world, the most powerful person in heaven and on earth!

............ Fan Xian's calm eyes did not have a trace of frustration, he squinted slightly, and watched the gradually approaching footsteps of the emperor through the wind and snow, he knew that when His Majesty walked 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 body method.

Blood trickled down from between his lips, wetting the hem of his clothes, and the cold breath of the cold palace quickly froze into a bloody frost.

The black pupils shrank, Fan Xian lifted the sword of the Great Wei Tianzi, crossed his wrist in front of him, and wiped the blood stains on his lips with the strip of cloth tied around his wrist, licked his lips, and laughed in a snarling voice: "It's very cool." ”

Yes, he grew up under the care of the Supervision Yuan since he was a child, and since he was a child, he has been preparing for the Supervision Yuan, from his bones to his skin, from beginning to end, he has been immersed in the dangerous dark atmosphere of the Supervision Yuan, in this life, he does not know how many turmoil he has encountered, how many powerful enemies, every now and then, he will try his best to weaken the other party, and use those despicable means that cannot be seen to seek the final victory, but he will rarely bravely rely on the sword in his hand to fight the most direct and bloody battle with powerful enemies。

Looking at the Emperor Majesty who was gradually approaching, feeling the coercion that overflowed between heaven and earth gradually suppressing his body, a trace of perseverance flashed on Fan Xian's delicate face, and he actually thought of the cliff in the primeval mountain forest in the north of Lanzhou three years ago, Yan Xiaoyi held a longbow in his hand, and seemed to be so coldly approaching his body.

On the meadow, Fan Xian stood up bravely, and today, he also stood up bravely, staring coldly at the emperor in the wind and snow, took a deep breath, faced the wind and snow in his face, shook his right arm, and stepped on the melting snow, like a civet cat stepping on the snow, his body suddenly shook, and disappeared from the place.

............ His Majesty the Emperor looked at the son who was following the wind and snow, turning into a gray shadow, and would sweep over the wall of the abandoned garden palace and gallop towards the south of the palace, his brows furrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips flashed with a complicated indifferent smile, and the sleeves of the Ming Huang dragon robe shook, and suddenly turned into a vague yellow shadow, which disappeared with Fan Xian's figure in an instant.

In the middle of the cold palace, Fan Xian's hands naturally hung slightly on his sides, and he flew quickly and unusually naturally with the castration of the wind and snow, turning into a gray shadow on the eaves of the palace and on the wall.

In the previous abandoned garden, he made a posture of fighting for his life, but he reflexively left, tried his best to cultivate, escaped into the wind and snow of heaven and earth, and wanted to escape from His Majesty's side, there was no trace of humiliation in his heart, Emperor Laozi is a great master, a big monster, in short, he is not a person, and it is normal to not be able to beat a guy who is not a person, knowing that he can't beat it, but he still has to stay there and fight hard, that is called stupidity.

Feeling the subtle changes in the wind and snow through his clothes, Fan Xian's posture is extremely wonderful, like a hardy bird zìyóu flying, changing the direction of travel from time to time in the air, drawing a wonderful arc, but the speed of partial growth has not decreased in the slightest.

The palace, which had been quiet for a long time, was already in the morning, and the occasional eunuch and servant who cleared the snow caught a glimpse of the gray shadow passing in mid-air, but they only thought that they were dazzled, because no one in the world could fly so fast.

Fan Xian zìyóu and flew freely, flying in the obscure and quiet imperial city, every seven or eight zhang distance, he would be a little bit at the corners of the eaves or the wall, the figure was not hindered, and he entered another palace, this kind of body method, such speed, is really unseen in the world.

A drop of sweat slid from the back of Fan Xian's neck into his back, and this full-fledged flying technique was cast, which did not consume too much of his true yuan, taking advantage of the momentum of heaven and earth, and escaped from heaven and earth, he had obtained the wonder of heaven and earth, and flew in mid-air, but made his state of mind calm, and the circulation of the two weeks in his body also began to warm up, mending the gap he had caused under the pressure of His Majesty bit by bit, and that nameless spell skill seemed to have been fully exerted in this harmonious atmosphere of heaven and earth, making his recovery faster and faster, and his state was getting better and better。

The tip of the toe pointed over the corner of the eaves of a stone beast's head, but the copper bell in the mouth of the beast was not alarmed, Fan Xian flew above the half-empty palace, overlooking the earth, the people in the palace had a feeling of floating yù immortals, looking down on the common people, especially those who were boiling water or sweeping snow, no one could find that there were people flying in the sky, this feeling was very wonderful.

However, the sweat on Fan Xian's back was still flowing, because although he had integrated his whole mind into such a harmonious realm at this time, he would not think of looking back, but he could still clearly feel that a powerful, hidden power was embellishing himself unhappily and slowly, just like the footsteps of the god of death, although it was slow, it could never get rid of it.

Unexpectedly, his speed had been improved to the realm of Rusi, but there was still no way to get rid of the emperor behind him, Fan Xian's pupils shrank, and he rushed towards the lower gate of the tall imperial city in the south.

From the abandoned garden in the northwest corner of the palace, Fan Xian took off lightly and headed south, and it was strange that he did not choose the nearest north palace gate or those palace walls to sweep.

He negotiated with the emperor for so long in the palace, naturally he had some support, this father and son both knew very well what the current situation was, Fan Xian promised His Majesty, this is just a war between the two, and the emperor Majesty Xià for the sake of Daqing, but also only put the emperor's coercion on Fan Xian alone.

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 sides of the world, before killing Fan Xian, His Majesty the Emperor will not do anything to those Fan Xian's subordinates, this is the meaning of the Son of Heaven's words, the horse is difficult to chase.

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

But...... Fan Xian did not leave the palace, although the palace walls that were sealed in all directions, and the high palace walls of Vermilion Sè claimed to be able to stop any nine-grade powerhouse in the world, but when Uncle Wuzhu led his husband out of the palace, it has proved that this palace wall is not a natural danger for the strong man who really stands at the top of the world, not to mention for Fan Xian, a character who has worked endlessly hard in the art of flying since he was a child.

Fan Xian went all the way to the south, always to the south, in the deep snowy palace all the way to the south, he swept past the Shufang Palace, swept the Hanguang Palace, swept the dilapidated East Palace and Guangxin Palace. He saw a lot of people, and no one in the palace saw him.

He swept past three main palaces, six courtyards, saw seventy-two women, and finally swept over the tallest Taiji Hall in the entire imperial city.

Above the towering hall, no one has ever come, except for the new repair when the founding of the country, those craftsmen may have been busy on it, it is said that when the hall was repaired, two people fell to death, and finally invited people from the temple gate of Tianyi from the Great Wei Dynasty to calm the resentment.

In today's Taiji Hall, the glazed tiles of Huang Sè are covered with a thick layer of snow, and the two kinds of Yan Sè are aesthetically mixed together, just like a very gorgeous cloth, which makes people unbearable to destroy. Fan Xian didn't have the slightest time and mood to appreciate the snow at the moment, he floated directly towards the height along the middle end of the Taiji Hall, although his feet were extremely slippery, he couldn't make his body deviate in the slightest.

Swept up, stepping on the keel of the tower in the middle of the Taiji Hall on tiptoe, Fan Xian stood in the wind, his body was covered with snow, and his clothes were whirring. He was standing at the highest point of the Imperial Palace at this time, with the extremely majestic main gate of the Imperial City in front of him, and the palace walls around him that looked extremely low, and he could even see that most of Kyoto Castle was trapped in a misty snowstorm.

I don't know where Ruo Ruo is now after leaving the palace, 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 at the eaves of the many houses in Kyoto in the distance, and then waited for the appearance of the bright yellow figure behind him.

Fan Xian didn't turn around, a very strong sense of disappointment flashed in his eyes, because the voice he had been waiting for did not sound, the change in waiting did not happen, and 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 the battle against the top of the Forbidden City in the wind and snow must be a very interesting and dignified method, but in Fan Xian's view, people can only live with dignity, but cannot die with dignity.

The figure of the gray sè and the figure of the bright yellow sè fell lightly in the thick snow in front of the Taiji Hall almost at the same time, and stopped their figures.

The emperor stood in front of the corridor of the Taiji Palace, and behind him was the door of the deep main hall, and he summoned his ministers in this palace to control the life and death of countless people in the world, but now he was standing here alone.

Fan Xian stood in the middle of the square in front of the palace, surrounded by a thick snow, he looked at the heavy palace gate facing in the distance, squinted slightly, I don't know if he felt that he didn't have the strength to break through the palace gate, he slowly turned around, looked at the emperor and said: "In fact, what develops to the end, it's just like two beasts to bite." ”

The emperor was silent with an indifferent expression, and he looked at Fan Xian as if he were looking at a dead man. At this time, the two monarchs and ministers finally stopped the flying chase that was completely beyond the imagination of the world, and stood quietly in front of the palace, and also appeared in front of the eyes of thousands of people.

The eunuchs who were sweeping the snow outside the hall, the palace maids who walked quietly in the corridor, and the guards who were standing with their swords in their hands all opened their mouths in shock, looking at the emperor and Xiao Fan in the snow, shocked and inexplicable, and speechless for a long time.

Fan Xian looked at the Emperor Majesty calmly, but he was thinking about the things next to him in his heart, because he noticed a trace of strangeness, and went straight to the south city of the imperial palace from the northwest abandoned garden, along the way, the emperor Majesty approached him several times, and found the moment to kill or capture him, but the emperor did not move.

Why is that?

Presumably, the emperor who frowned slightly was also puzzled in his heart, Fan Xian didn't want to flee outside the palace, but went south, why is this?

Fan Xian was waiting for a variable, but unfortunately in the Taiji Palace, after the emperor's majesty revealed his body, the first variable did not happen, so what about the second?

Just like the fairy bureau in the hanging temple back then, by chance, the wind and clouds gathered, everyone in the bureau had their own purpose, but in the end, everyone had variables that could not be controlled.

Fan Xian firmly believed that this variable that he didn't know would definitely happen, because the Hanging Temple incident had mobilized the Quartet forces, but as the biggest enemy of Nanqing, the Northern Qi court had remained silent.

Fan Xian did not believe it, he firmly believed that the people of the Northern Qi Dynasty must have hidden a trump card in the palace! Now that the father and son of the Nanqing monarchs and ministers turned against each other, and the blood spattered the imperial city, it was the best time for the little emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty to use his trump card!

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

The jīng steel crossbow arrow, which is as thick as a child's arm, under the action of the powerful spring force, turned into a black lightning bolt in an instant, breaking through the air at the corner tower of the imperial city, and the air exploded, tearing the snowflakes that kept fluttering in the air in front of the Taiji Palace, rotating at high speed, splitting a deep space channel, and shè towards the bright yellow figure in front of the hall!

I don't know how the crossbow abutment that was cast to death was turned around and aimed in the direction of the palace, and I don't know how the Northern Qi people infiltrated the forbidden army of the Nanqing Imperial City, and secretly controlled the corner tower. Fan Xian only knew that the trump card of the Northern Qi people had finally moved, this was enough, with a loud roar, Fan Xian was calm, his body was as heavy as a rock, moving like a waterfall, and the person moved with the sword, followed by the giant crossbow that came from the roar and killed in front of the emperor!

The strong crossbow is coming, but after all, the distance is too far, and the emperor of the Great Grandmaster realm only needs to retreat with his sleeves and forcibly rely on his strong cultivation to turn the distance into time, and he can avoid this earth-shattering crossbow.

However, Fan Xian had already caught a glimpse of a palace maid who was kneeling on the ground and trembling under the corridor, who had already stood up at this time, a trace of chill flashed in her eyes, she pulled out the thin needle in her hair, and stabbed it behind the emperor's majesty.

............ Whether it was the Northern Qi people or Fan Xian, they all seemed to have underestimated the will and reaction that Emperor Qing had polished over the decades in this world, when everyone thought that the bright yellow figure in front of the Taiji Hall would temporarily avoid the edge of the giant crossbow...... The figure of the Emperor disappeared from the spot, and he suddenly took three steps in the snow!

With a loud bang, the huge crossbow arrow grazed the hair of the emperor's majesty, and slammed into the smooth bluestone ground, instantly stabbing the stone surface into a broken stone like bean flower, and the bricks and mud splashed everywhere, but it just happened to block the sneak attack palace maid assassin behind the stone chips!

His Majesty the Emperor flicked the dragon sleeve with his right arm, and a powerful true qi enveloped the stone chips and snowflakes in the sky behind him, hitting it like a giant dragon, hitting the body of the palace maid!

Scuttle and sneer, blood splattered, and countless stone chips and snowflakes struck that Minggong's body like arrows, creating hundreds of thousands of holes on her body in an instant!

The assassin didn't even have time to make a single move, and before he could even snort, he collapsed in the snow and turned into a blur of flesh.

............ And with the power of this brush, the distance between Emperor Xià and Fan Xian was shortened a little, at this time Fan Xian was sprinting with all his might, but between the lightning and flint, the father and son were close at hand, so close that Fan Xian could even see the slightly thin face of Emperor Xià, the pair of cold eyes that no longer had any love, and the calm eyes revealed the killing intent for no reason!

Northern Qi's trump card is really powerful, no matter who it is dealing with, I am afraid that it is enough, but it is extremely ugly to use it to deal with a great master like His Majesty. Fan Xian's eyes did not show the slightest disappointment, he still volleyed a sword in the air, and stabbed it fiercely into His Majesty's eye sockets.

It was still the situation of the previous two encounters, and the Great Wei Tianzi Sword in Fan Xian's hand was impossible to stab the Emperor Majesty, who was like a fairy and a charm, and the tip of the sword was revealing its edge, and it pierced the air next to His Majesty's cheek weakly, hissing, but in vain.

And His Majesty's fist has already blasted over, this is a real royal fist, the emperor has never left any back hand, the fist that is as clean as jade, in this snowstorm, overwhelmed a qiē white sè, shining with a kind of light that should not be in the world, and blasted into Fan Xian's chest.

The emperor's face was also very white, an unhealthy white, as if this great master had gathered all the true qi in his body like a sea in this punch. If this punch is realized, even if Fan Xian has the two most wonderful true qi protection in the world, and has a wonderful bird-like body unloading, he can only be smashed by the blow.

At this moment, the Great Wei Tianzi Sword in Fan Xian's hand took off his hand, broke through the snowy sky with a roar, and walked towards the door of the deep and closed hall.

His person faced the fist that shone with white holy light, and roared violently, and his whole body began to tremble violently, and one finger was separated by a distance of three feet, and he was extremely clumsy and slow towards the front door of His Majesty!

Slowness is just a feeling, in fact, the tip of that finger contains all the true elements that Fan Xian can force out in this life, it is too dignified, and the qualityless qi actually gives birth to a qualitative feeling, as if it has weight, making his fingers begin to tremble in the snowy air.

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

............ Fan Xian's hand could not stab the emperor's body even if there was a sword, let alone a finger, not to mention that his finger was still 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 fingertips, like a devil trying to tear through the camouflage of the human body outside, and came out of the fleshy clothes, and it was like a note in the bamboo pipe, because no one pressed it for too long, and he couldn't bear the loneliness anymore, and wanted to drill out of those holes, as a few wisps of clear sound in the air.

A sword qi that was as clear as a sword, extremely powerful, and had a great killing intent, spewed out from Fan Xian's fingertips, instantly surpassing the space between the two of them, and stabbing at the throat of His Majesty the Emperor!

............ I still remember that I was young at that time, and the naughty boys in Lanzhou laughed a lot. Why did the true qi disappear into the air in an instant when it was sent out of the body? Uncle Wuzhu didn't know how to do internal strength, he couldn't explain it. Why haven't all the martial arts cultivators in the world tried it? Or was it a naughty Fan Xian who started to try, he worked extremely hard and practiced silently on his own for a long, long time without anyone to guide or correct him, and then the true qi in his body was exhaled from his palm, and he was able to return to his body within a very small distance, was this due to the two large and small Zhou Tian in his body, or was it due to his persistence and diligence?

But what's the use of this? It took him a lot of time in vain, so that he practiced the nameless and domineering skills since he was a child, and when he entered Kyoto, he still couldn't fight like Begonia or Wang Shisanlang. Those true qi that recovered freely in the palm of his hand could not be used in real battles, let alone released from the body, forming a sharp weapon for killing, except for climbing the cliffs of Shanzhou, the red palace wall, stealing the key, stealing the kiss of his fiancée, what is the use?

But Fan Xian was unwilling, because Ye Liuyun had come to that cliff back then, and left ten thousand pits on that beach, he knew that there were people in the world who could control and release the true qi outside the body, so he had been persistent and even a little stupid to follow this path, but unfortunately until a long, long time later, he still had no way.

This is because Fan Xian doesn't know that except for him, a monster, only people in the world who have reached that realm can control and release their true qi outside their bodies. Although there can be a faint sword glow on the swords of those ninth-grade powerhouses in the sword house, what a qualitative difference between that and the human body's own advancement.

The foolish naughty boy grew up, and the supreme skill that the world regarded as a treasure became a symbol of perseverance in his hands, until he finally felt the true qi of his palm going back and forth on the shore of the East China Sea...... Finally...... But gradually stretched out a little, stretched a little more, and his mind could clearly feel the fluctuations of the breath that were no longer in his body!

Now Fan Xian can already feel the fluctuation of the vitality between heaven and earth, of course, he can clearly feel his own true vitality of the essence, and he can control it! Whether it is the reason why the stupid young man is obsessed with the end, or the reason for that pamphlet, in short, the final result is the invisible sword qi that erupts from his fingertips at this moment!

............ With the sword in his hand, how can he stab this ethereal and yellow figure in front of him? And the fingertips tremble, just move a thought, the sword will circulate, cutting the air, who can avoid it?

His Majesty the Emperor couldn't, before this fierce sword qi, he only had to turn around, but his punch grazed Fan Xian's shoulder and hit the air.

Although he was shot into the air, Fan Xian's left shoulder was still shattered, and on the snow behind him, a big pit was knocked out, and snowflakes flew everywhere!

The sword qi on Fan Xian's fingertips also hit the emperor's majesty, to be precise, it grazed the emperor's neck, and the invisible sword qi tore open the thin layer of skin on his majesty's neck, and blood seeped out!

............ The opportunity could not be missed, Fan Xian's lips spit out a terrible scream again, forcing all the remaining true elements in his body to his fingertips, pressing it far away in the air, and then stabbing the eye socket of His Majesty the Emperor!

His Majesty the Emperor punched the air, and the pale sè of his face was even thicker, but looking at the finger that Fan Xian stabbed again, there was no retreat in His Majesty's eyes, and the corners of his lips were filled with a sneering smile.

His Majesty also stretched out an index finger and pressed it towards the tip of the sword on Fan Xian's fingertips, and his figure floated forward, narrowly compressing the distance between the two to nothing!

The sneering air flow sounded chaotically, and in the flash of light, the fingertips of the emperor's majesty touched the fingertips of Fan Xian's non-stop spitting sword qi, and the two slender index fingers were in one place, one finger kept trembling, and the other was extremely stable.

The air flow between the fingertips of the two fingers was great, and the light gradually increased, and the snowflakes in the surrounding air retreated one after another!

The corners of the emperor's lips smiled, his right arm waved slightly, and he pressed down on Fan Xian with a big eastern mountain on his index finger!

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

The body was like being hit by the hammer of the gods, and the whole body fell like a kite, but it did not sweep backward like the previous active unloading, but the whole person seemed to have no support anymore, and fell into the snow suddenly, unable to move again.

............ The father and son of the monarch and the minister, who were fighting for life and death on the snow, seemed to have forgotten the sword that had pierced the air earlier, and the sword of the Great Wei Heavenly Son that fell off from Fan Xian's hand and flew towards the main entrance of the Taiji Hall with a roar.

But in fact, this father and son have not forgotten, because in such a war, the father and son, the strongest in the world, will never make any superfluous actions and consume any unnecessary strength.

As soon as this sword flies, there will be a follow-up. The latter text is the beautiful and intricate ornamentation on the secluded main entrance of the Taiji Palace, because when Fan Xian's fingertips spit out a shocking sword qi for the first time, the closed main entrance of the Taiji Hall opened strangely.

Wang Shisanlang, who was dressed in cloth, flew out of the center of the Qingguo Dynasty in the black hole, caught the Great Wei Tianzi Sword in Fan Xian's hand in mid-air, his right elbow was slightly bent, and he swept in the air like lightning, his body rose slightly, and he drank violently, gathering a killing sword that had been gathering momentum for a long time, and stabbed it fiercely towards the back of the emperor's neck!

Wang Shisanlang, the heroic world is unparalleled, the heroic meaning of this sword is even more exerted, compared to the shadow of a white dress on the hanging temple back then, a sword that jumped out of the sun, more blazing three points, three bright points, obviously from the emperor's majesty behind the sneak attack, but stabbed out of the feeling of openness!

The pure heart of the sword is a closed disciple of the sword, all of them have to look around the sword true inheritance, that night in the dialogue between Fan Xian and the sword of the four eyes, the domineering true qi has an understanding, at this time set a lifetime of cultivation into a sword, how powerful, if Fan Xian faces this sword, I am afraid that he will also be injured!

However, His Majesty the Emperor seemed to know that in the deep hall behind him, a strong man on the ninth rank would suddenly run out, and he would cut off Xie Xian's obedient and ugly Mu Chengxia

In this life, Emperor Qing's fist, one finger, and one sleeve are enough to stand at the top of the world, and no one dares to look up to its light, but now his sleeve can't swallow mountains and rivers, and it rolls up Wang Shisanlang's heroic sword like a storm.

Because he is a human being after all, not a god, because as Fan Xian judged, today's majesty is no longer the majesty of his heyday, and the loneliness, old sickness, and injury over the years, whether physically or psychologically, have made him actively or passively choose to walk down from the altar.

Wang Shisanlang's loud shout still echoed in the empty palace, and the sword of the Great Wei Tianzi had already pierced the dragon sleeve of Emperor Qing with a snort, and stabbed the emperor's chest.

When the emperor flicked his sleeves, he had already turned his body slightly, although Thirteen Lang's sword was fierce, it still only passed by, and only stabbed Emperor Qing a little flesh and blood!

However, the hand in the emperor's sleeve was already like a golden dragon sticking out of the clouds, and it was so clever that it grabbed Thirteen Lang's wrist.

Wang Shisanlang's wrist flicked, and the Great Wei Tianzi Sword in his hand raised its head like a spiritual snake, stabbing Emperor Qing's jaw at an impossible angle. Emperor Qing snorted, his shoulder was sent back, and he hit Wang Shisanlang's chest, and with a few clicks, Wang Shisanlang's blood spurted wildly, and his ribs didn't know how many were broken!

He felt a powerful force about to shake him away, and with a muffled snort, the crimson sè in his eyes was so great that he didn't care about life and death, and he grabbed the right hand of His Majesty the Emperor and refused to let go!

............ A flower shadow flashed out from behind Wang Shisanlang at this most critical moment, as if she had been absent before, and flashed out fresh and natural, like a returning traveler longing for hot water, like a flower tree in the wind and snow, needing warmth, so it naturally caught the other hand of the emperor's majesty, the left hand.

Begonia flowers are coming, this Northern Qi saintess, such as the leader of today's one, is like a weak woman who is extremely quiet, attached to Emperor Qing's side, Emperor Qing's sleeve, like a cloud, like a petal flower, can't shake off, can't shake off, blindly close, blindly natural, disgusting, palpitations.

For some reason, Haitang's shot did not choose to attack Emperor Qing's vital point, but only released his whole body cultivation and entangled Emperor Qing's left hand.

Emperor Qing's eyes were unusually cold and calm, his already thin cheeks seemed to be thinner at this moment, his eyes were deeply sunken, his face was pale, he knew that the young man holding his two hands was the two dead old fellows who had left him to deal with him, but he was still unmoved, only a chant like a bell sounded from his not very strong chest...... The majestic true qi instantly invaded the bodies of the two young Nine Rank powerhouses, and in a single breath, Wang Shisanlang's right arm began to burn and wither, and began to swell, and several streams of blood flowed out of his facial features.

And the situation of Begonia Blossom was not necessarily good, a mouthful of blood spit out from her lips, and her body began to tremble violently, as if she might be shocked by the emperor at any time.

At this time, the snow in the Taiji Hall began to be dyed with blood red, and Fan Xian, who was not far away, was lying in the snow like that, as if he could no longer move, and it seemed that no one could help Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, these two young people who were recognized by the great masters as the most likely to step into the realm of the grandmaster, were going to die in the hands of the only remaining great grandmaster in the world?

Emperor Xià's heart flashed a touch of jǐng, although from last night to now, he has been jǐng timid, he has never had any arrogance with his grandmaster realm, he is not looking at the sword, he did not leave any chance for Fan Xian's family, although until this time, until he was in the Taiji Palace, he did not find that the variable he was most afraid of had happened, but at the moment, this jǐng intention still made his eyes squint, looking at the dripping snow in front of him.

Wherever the Emperor's gaze touched, the snow seemed to begin to melt extremely quickly, of course, it was not His Majesty's gaze burning, but indeed from the moment Fan Xian's fingertips spit out the sword qi before, the snow below had begun to melt.

It's just that this qiē happened between the lightning and flint, Emperor Qing injured Fan Xian with one finger, and his hands shook the two young powerhouses, and the snow really melted and loosened.

Beneath the snow is a man in white.

This is the number one assassin in the world, the king who walks in the darkness forever, the six places of the Supervision Yuan who don't know how many heads have been harvested under the sword, the first disciple of the Sword House in Dongyi City, the shadow next to the wheelchair, when he acted in this life, he only wore white clothes twice.

Once in the Hanging Temple, he jumped out of the sun, as if he was shrouded in golden light, like an immortal. One time was the present rì, who was born out of the snow, and his whole body was white, like a saint.

The shadow shot twice in white, facing the same person, the most powerful person in the world. So Shadow's shot today is also the strongest and most dangerous shot he has ever made!

Unlike Fan Xian and Wang Shisanlang, his sword seemed to be white, without any luster on it, and it looked so unpretentious and so dull.

And his sword is also so simple, not particularly fast, but very stable, the angle he chooses is extremely weird, the angle of the sword body tilt, the turn of the sword surface, all according to a calculated direction, without a trace of trembling stretched out.

This sword is too wonderful, it does not stab Emperor Qing's face, eye sockets, throat, and lower abdomen...... Any fatal place was not the unusual choice of toes, knees, and waist, but the root of the thigh on the left side of the emperor's majesty.

............ With a pop, even if he was as powerful as the emperor, he didn't dodge the shadow sword at this moment, and the slightly white tip of the sword gently pierced into the root of His Majesty's thigh, and a blood flower burst out!

The shadow is an assassin, his life is to kill, in his eyes there is no one who cannot be killed, just like many people think that a thigh injury cannot cause fatal damage, but the shadow knows that there is a blood barrier at the root of the thigh, once it is broken, the blood will spurt out five feet high, and no one can survive.

It's just that although this sword stabbed shallowly into the root of the emperor's thigh, it was not enough to kill this strongman, because the blood barrier had not yet been broken, and the shadow lying in the snow was like a focused cattle butcher, and it slammed upwards at a steady and careful speed.

The face of the emperor was a little whiter than the snow, and the moment the shadow in white came out of the sword, he was actually already retreating, and he was sliding on the snow with the begonia and Wang Shisanlang who bound his hands, and retreated.

However, the shadow of the white robe still stabbed the sword.

The emperor felt a touch of pain, his pupils shrank slightly, and then his people turned into a dragon in the wind and snow, rolling up all the snowflakes around him, all the people, all the sword intent, all the resistance, wrapping everyone in the field, floating up in the snow field in front of the Taiji Palace.