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, or why they came from, but after he first sensed the existence of these things from the shores of the East China Sea, he found that when he followed the chaotic breathing and mental methods recorded in that booklet, it seemed that he could inhale the vitality that existed in these heavens and earths into his body and turn them into true yuan.

Previously, one sword and three styles, flew away by the shock, and between the lightning and flint, Fan Xian's body, which had always been famous for its abundance, 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 His Majesty the 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 existed like chicken ribs, and they are dismissive. Even the bitter lotus master has such a big heart. The Great Grandmaster, who was unscrupulous and dared to eat human flesh, began to study spells in the last days of his life, and obtained the pamphlet by chance, but he still did not go out of another way. At best, 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 pouring into a paddy field, wanting to breathe, but he can't absorb much oxygen from those sludge and muddy water.

I can't wait any longer, because of the bright yellow dragon robe figure on the other side of the wind and snow. It has begun to slowly but resolutely tread through the snow. The distance of dozens of zhang seems far away. 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 Xiandi'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 in the middle of the body, which made the snow mountain behind his waist shine.

Since rebirth, the majestic true qi stored in diligent and solid foundation meditation every day is like a snow-capped mountain illuminated by the scorching sun. In an instant, it became a bubbling stream, and more and more water in the stream merged into a small river, and a large river, rushing over his meridians that were thicker than anyone else in the world. Transported to every minute of the body where the limbs originate. Hardened his mind and hammered his body. The snow under your feet is like a lotus blooming. Bursting out of a flower, Fan Xian's body swept obliquely, but it was unfocused but violent, carrying these two completely different breaths with the sword.

A lightning-like sword light in the snow sky illuminated the gloomy world 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 of His Majesty the Emperor, Fan Xian's Sigu Sword inherited from the Dongyi City Sword House, finally under the protection of the two true qi in the body, under the protection of the light body method, perfectly integrated, and truly reached the realm of Dacheng, this sword already had the light of the shadow stabbing the Sigu Sword in the Dongyi City Lord's Mansion that day! Idly and dejectedly, he was shot down from mid-air to the ground, flew back, and fell heavily on the snow, and he stepped on the snow lotus before, and still maintained its shape in the air, which shows that he went again and again, it was so fast that the snow lotus didn't have time to break!

He went chic, stabbing freely, sharp but natural, but he retreated faster, embarrassed, and 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 His Majesty the Emperor's ancient eyes, and suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood.

All the universal methods in the world, whether it is the speed and skill transfer, all these outer edges of the martial arts are all based on the foundation of the true qi, and if the qi lake is insufficient, how can it be as fast as lightning? How can it use those techniques that have already obtained the magic 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.

However...... His Majesty's body is even more different from ordinary people! The meridians in his body are not as magnanimous and unusual as Fan Xian, but there are no physical veins 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 even a natural aura of royal road in the violence!

In comparison, His Majesty the Emperor is an upgraded version of Fan Xian, Fan Xian is a small monster, His Majesty the Emperor is a big monster, and Fan Xian wants to rely on his own strength, the ultimate true qi cultivation, and His Majesty to confront him head-on, there is no doubt that he is an 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, and he squinted slightly. Through the wind and snow, he watched His Majesty the Emperor gradually approach. He knew that when His Majesty walked in front of him step by step, it would be the moment when he would no longer be able to rely on that strange method to gain an advantage in his body and technique.

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 pupils of the eyes were pitch black. Fan Xian lifted the sword of the Great Wei Tianzi, crossed his wrist in front of him, was fully vigilant, wiped the blood stains on his lips with the strip of cloth tied on his wrist, licked his lips, and said with a smile: "It's very cool." ”

Yes, he grew up in the care of the Inspectorate. Since childhood, he has been preparing to take charge of the Inspectorate. From his bones to his skin, from beginning to end, he was immersed in the sinister and dark aura of the Inspectorate, and in this life he did not know how many turmoil he encountered, how many powerful enemies, every now and then, he would try every means to weaken the other party, and use those disgraceful and despicable means to seek the final victory, but he rarely relied on the sword in his hand bravely. Engage in the most direct and bloody battles against powerful enemies.

Looking at His Majesty the Emperor 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 beautiful face, and he actually thought of the cliff in the primeval mountain forest in the north of Lanzhou three years ago at such a tense moment. Yan Xiaoyi holds a longbow in his hand. It seems that he is also so coldly close to his own body.

On the meadow, Fan Xian stood up bravely. Today, he also stood up bravely, stared coldly at His Majesty 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 with both feet.

His Majesty the Emperor looked at the son who was following the wind and snow, turning into a gray shadow, and would pass 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 trace of indifferent smile with complex emotions, and the sleeves of the Ming Huang dragon robe fluttered, and suddenly turned into a vague yellow shadow, and disappeared with Fan Xiandi's figure in an instant.

In the mid-air 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 gesture 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 Lao Tzu is a great master, a big monster, in short, it is not a person, it is normal 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 beautiful, like a hardy bird flying freely, changing the direction of travel from time to time in the air, drawing a wonderful arc, but the speed of eccentricity 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 flew freely and freely, flying in the gloomy 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, his body was not hindered, and he entered another palace, this kind of body, such speed, it was really unseen in the world.

A drop of sweat slid from the back of Fan Xian's neck to 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, flying 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 the 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 head of a stone beast at the corner of the eaves, but the copper bell in the mouth of the beast was not alarmed, Fan Xian flew above the palace in mid-air, overlooking the earth, the people in the palace had a feeling of being immortal, 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 dripping, 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 feel it clearly. A powerful, undiscovered majesty is embellishing itself unpleasantly and slowly, like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper, albeit slowly. But it can never get rid of it.

Unexpectedly, his speed had increased to the realm of Rusi, but there was still no way to shake off His Majesty the Emperor behind him, Fan Xian's eyes shrank, and he rushed towards the lower gate of the tall imperial city in the far south.

From the abandoned garden in the northwest corner of the palace, Fan Xian took off lightly and went all the way to the south, which is very strange. He didn't choose the nearest North Palace Gate or those palace walls to sweep.

He negotiated with His Majesty the Emperor for so long in the palace. Naturally, there is some evidence, this father and son are very clear about what the current situation is, Fan Xian promised His Majesty that this is just a war between the two, and His Majesty the Emperor will only exert the emperor's coercion on Fan Xian alone for the sake of Daqing.

As long as Fan Xian can escape this time, at least the world will be quiet for many years, for those hidden chips in all parts of the world, before killing Fan Xian. His Majesty the Emperor will not do anything to those subordinates of Fan Xiandi, this is the meaning of the Son of Heaven's words, it is difficult to chase the horse.

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

But...... Fan Xian did not leave the palace. Although the royal palace those sealed on all sides. The vermilion high palace wall is claimed to be able to stop any nine-rank powerhouse in the world, but back then, Uncle Wuzhu led Hong's husband out of the palace. It has been proved that this palace wall is not a natural danger for a strong person who really stands at the top of the world, let alone for Fan Xian, a character who has worked endlessly on 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, and swept the broken 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.

Today's Taiji Hall, the yellow glazed tiles are covered with a thick layer of snow, and the two colors 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 look 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 His Majesty 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 gray figure and the bright yellow figure landed 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 long corridor of the Taiji Palace, behind him was the door of the deep main hall, in the past he summoned the ministers in this palace, controlling the life and death of countless people in the world, but today he is 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 did not have the strength to break through the palace gate. He turned slowly. Looking at the emperor, he said: "In fact, what develops to the end is just biting like two beasts. ”

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 flying and chasing beyond the imagination of the world. Standing quietly in front of the temple, he 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 blue faces and swords in their hands all opened their mouths in shock, looking at His Majesty the Emperor and Lord Xiao Fan in the snow. The shock was inexplicable. I couldn't speak for a long time.

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

Why is that?

Presumably, His Majesty the Emperor, who was frowning slightly, was also puzzled in his heart, Fan Xian didn't want to flee outside the palace, but went south. Why is that?

Fan Xian was waiting for a variable, but unfortunately in the Taiji Palace, after His Majesty the Emperor revealed his body, the first variable did not happen, so what about the second one? His Majesty the Emperor has done nothing missing. The point is clear, and the variables at this time. It must be a variable that even Fan Xian doesn't know.

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 goals, but in the end, everyone had uncontrollable variables.

Fan Xian firmly believed that this variable that he didn't know would definitely happen, because the Hanging Temple incident 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 imperial palace! Today, the father and son of the monarchs and ministers of Nanqing turned against each other, and the blood spattered the imperial city, which 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 tense 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 was launched in this silent and even dull moment!

The steel crossbow arrow, as thick as a child's arm, turned into a black lightning bolt in an instant under the action of a powerful spring force, breaking through the air at the corner tower of the imperial city, and the earth-shaking 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 shooting towards the bright yellow figure in front of the palace!

I don't know how the abutment of the crossbow that was cast to death was turned around and aimed at 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 His Majesty 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 glimpsed in his afterglow that there was a palace maid who was kneeling on the ground and trembling under the corridor, and at this time she had already stood up, a trace of coldness flashed in her eyes, and she pulled out the thin needle in her hair and stabbed it behind His Majesty the Emperor.

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......

His Majesty's figure 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 His Majesty the Emperor, and slammed into the bluestone ground as smooth as jade, instantly stabbing the stone surface into a broken stone like bean flower, and the brick 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's 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!

Bloody splatters, countless stone chips and snowflakes struck the Miyachi like arrows. In an instant, hundreds and thousands of holes were created on her body!

The Assassin didn't even have time to make a single move. Before he could even snort, he collapsed in the snow and turned into a blur of flesh and blood. The distance between Xia and Fan Xian was shortened a little, and Fan Xian was sprinting with all his strength at this time. It's just that in the flash of light, the father and son are close at hand, so close that Fan Xian can even see His Majesty the Emperor's slightly thin face, those cold eyes that no longer have any emotion, and the calm eyes have no reason to reveal the killing intent!

Northern Qi's trump card is really powerful, no matter who it is against, I am afraid that it will be enough. However, it is used to deal with a great grandmaster like His Majesty. But it's extremely ugly. 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 same situation as the previous two encounters, and it was impossible for Fan Xian to stab the Great Wei Tianzi Sword in his hand, and it was impossible to stab it like a fairy and a charm, and his posture was infinitely magical in the square inch of the emperor, and the tip of the sword was exuding a sharp 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, His Majesty the Emperor has never left any back hand, a fist as clean as jade, in this snowstorm. The white that overwhelmed everything. Shining with a kind of light that should not be in the world, it blasted into Fan Xian's chest.

The emperor's face was also white. An unhealthy whiteness, it seems that this great master has 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 exquisite 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, Fan Xian's Great Wei Tianzi Sword in his hand took off his hand, broke through the snow sky with a roar, and walked towards the door of the deep and closed earth 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 it was extremely clumsy and slow towards His Majesty's face!

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 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, erupted from Fan Xian's fingertips, instantly surpassing the space between the two of them, and stabbed into 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 10,000 pits on that beach. He knew that there were people in the world who could control the release of true qi from outside the body. So he has been persistently and even a little stupid to follow this path, but unfortunately until a long, long time, he still has no way.

This is because Fan Xian doesn't know that apart from him, a monster, there are only people in the world who have reached that realm. Only then can they control the release of true qi outside the body. 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 persistence in his hands, until one day on the shore of the East China Sea, he finally felt the true qi of his palm going back and forth...... Finally...... But gradually it stretched out a little more, and then a little more. His mind could clearly feel the fluctuations of the aura that were no longer in his body!

Today's Fan Xian can already feel the fluctuations of the vitality between heaven and earth. Of course, he can clearly feel his own true yuan aura, and can control and 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 pierce the ethereal and yellow figure in front of him? And his fingertips trembled, and he only had to move his mind. The sword is swirling, cutting through the air, who can avoid it?

His Majesty the Emperor couldn't either, and before this fierce sword aura, he had to turn around. And his punch grazed Fan Xian's shoulder. Hit the air.

Although he hit 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 His Majesty the Emperor, to be precise, it grazed His Majesty's neck, and the invisible sword qi tore open the thin layer of skin on His Majesty's neck, and blood seeped out!

His Majesty the Emperor punched the air, and his face became even paler, but looking at the finger that Fan Xian stabbed again, His Majesty's eyes did not show any timidity, and the corners of his lips instead flashed 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, His Majesty the Emperor's fingertips touched Fan Xian's fingertips that kept spitting out 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 His Majesty the Emperor's lips smiled, his right arm waved slightly, and he pressed down on Fan Xian with a big Dongshan 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, who are 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 following text is the exquisite and intricate decoration 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 heroism is unparalleled in the world, and the heroic meaning carried by this sword is even more exerted. Compared with the shadow of a white dress on the hanging temple back then. A sword jumped out of the sun, and it was even more blazing and bright, obviously it was a sneak attack from behind His Majesty the Emperor, but it stabbed out the feeling of being above board!

A closed disciple of the sword house with a pure sword heart. All have to look at the sword of the true legend, that night in the dialogue between Fan Xian and the sword of the four eyes, the domineering true qi has been understood, 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 there was a deep hall behind him. will suddenly run out of a nine-rank earthly powerhouse. A finger at the top of the mountain knocked Fan Xian to the ground, his face was not moved in the slightest, and he didn't turn around, and directly brushed his sleeves back.

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 at its light, but today his sleeve can't swallow mountains and rivers, and it rolls up Wang Shisanlang's heroic sword like a storm.

Because after all, he is a man, not a god. Because as Fan Xian judged, today's Majesty is no longer the Majesty of the heyday, and all these years of loneliness, old age, illness and injury, both physically and psychologically, have made him actively or passively choose to step down from the altar.

Wang Shisanlang's shouting 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. He stabbed the emperor in the 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 with some flesh and blood!

However, the hand in the emperor's sleeve was already like a golden dragon poking out of the clouds, and it was so clever that it caught the wrist of the thirteen langs.

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 exquisitely, and he hit Wang Shisanlang's chest, with a few clicks, Wang Shisanlang's blood spurted wildly, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken!

He felt that a powerful force was about to shake him away, and with a muffled snort, the crimson color in his eyes was great, and he actually looked backhand regardless of life and death, grabbed His Majesty's right hand 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 naturally, like a returning traveler longing for hot water, like a flower tree in the wind and snow, needing warmth, so it naturally caught His Majesty the Emperor's other hand, 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 men 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 is not necessarily good, a mouthful of blood spit out from her lips, and her body began to tremble violently, as if she could be shocked by His Majesty 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?

His Majesty the Emperor's heart flashed with a hint of vigilance, although since last night, he has been vigilant about everything, 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 and his family, although until this time, until he was in the Taiji Hall before, he did not find that the variable he was most afraid of had happened, but now this alertness still made his eyes narrow, looking at the snow in front of him that was dripping with redness.

Wherever His Majesty the Emperor's gaze touched, the snow seemed to have begun 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 all this 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. Once today, he was born out of the snow, white as 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 insidious 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 chosen is extremely strange, 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 His Majesty the Emperor. Your Majesty the Emperor, at this moment, he didn't even dodge the sword of the shadow, 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.

However, although this sword pierced shallowly into the base of His Majesty's thigh, it was not enough to kill the 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.

His Majesty the Emperor's face was a little whiter than the snow, and when the shadow of the white coat came out of the sword, he was actually already retreating, and he was sliding on the snow with the begonia and Wang Shisanlang who tied 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.