Now that we have done it, there is no reason to wash our hands with a golden basin. Fan Xian's eyes became brighter and brighter, and there was no trace of distraction in his mind, all of which were extremely vigorous fighting spirit and the state that had been pushed to the top. With the sword of the Great Wei Emperor in hand, the world may not have it, but at least he has the ambition and ambition to break into the world - and the unfathomable Great Grandmaster Emperor in front of him, in Fan Xian's eyes, is the world.

The goose-feather-like snow fell fluttering in the cold palace, and suddenly four sword lights illuminated the slightly obscure heaven and earth, and there were four unpredictable and extremely strange traces in the air, and in each trace, there was a palpitating sword light, and it was impossible to tell which of the four swords came first, and which sword would come later.

And unlike the killing intent contained in these four sword lights, the sword momentum went to its heart's content, but it was mixed with the wind and snow of heaven and earth, and the antelope hung its horns, which was wonderful, and it didn't know where to go.

In an instant, Fan Xian had already floated in front of His Majesty the Emperor, his right arm was whirring, and every muscle under the shirt violently burst out with the most amazing energy, and he took out his sword and retracted his sword in the midst of the lightning and flint, stabbing four swords in a row!

The four sword intents escaped from heaven and earth, and each sword pierced into a snowflake scattered between heaven and earth, and then, pierced on the side of His Majesty the Emperor's hair, on the side of his sleeves, in front of the emperor's shoes, and outside the dragon robe...... All in the air!

In an instant, the four swords were all pierced into the air, especially the last sword was only an inch away from His Majesty's lower abdomen, but it was an inch away, but it was like being separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, and the sword momentum was exhausted, as if the waterfall had dried up, and it could no longer be turbulent, and it could no longer be approached.

His Majesty the Emperor had a slight flick of his sleeves, and in front of the four swords that illuminated the gloomy and cold palace in winter, he danced freely on the snow in an extremely chic and casual manner, to put it mildly, but it was so wonderful that he let go of Fan Xian's four swords that had been gathering momentum for a long time and were released like lightning.

It's not the four swords that look at the front and the back, the four swords that Fan Xian stabbed out in an instant. More with the breath of Tianyi and heaven and earth, so that under the cover of the wind and snow, with the castration of snowflakes, it was as fast as lightning and stabbed at Emperor Qingdi's body like snow, forcing His Majesty not to carry out a thunderous counterattack at the first time.

These four sword breaths did not have a trace of the cold-blooded killing intent of the Dongyi City Sword House, but they were intimate. In this way, Fan Xian was given the opportunity to get close, but such a subtle and powerful four swords still did not cause any damage to the emperor, and even the other party did not retreat a single step, still standing in place steadily and coldly. It's like it didn't move before.

The cultivation realm of the Great Grandmaster is indeed not a level that ordinary people can touch, and in front of such four swords that escaped by taking advantage of the power of heaven and earth, His Majesty the Emperor actually dissolved it so easily.

The tip of the Great Wei Tianzi Sword kept humming and trembling in front of the bright yellow dragon robe, as if he felt a kind of despair and frustration, and wanted to bow his head and accept his fate, but he was unwilling. Struggling desperately, the four snowflakes piercing through the sword body also began to have scattered ground traces. Unlike the sword in his hand, Fan Xian's face did not have the slightest expression of disappointment, he still looked calm, and the light in those eyes suddenly disappeared, turning into a dead silence as bleak, ruthless and insensitive, with only the intention of killing.

His eyes. It's like the eyes that look around at the sword killing intent soaring into the sky, piercing the green trees and reaching the sky, there is absolutely no trace of emotion, only indifference. The earth sword in his hand also became a dead thing at this moment, a murder weapon that non-saints could not use, a death-like coldness, so that the four snowflakes on the sword that gradually dispersed turned into a piece of frost in an instant, condensing like a mirror.

The garment on his right shoulder suddenly broke, and a series of crackling sounds suddenly sounded. The two Zhou Tian in Fan Xian's body ran rapidly, clashing and struggling with each other, breaking through the shoulder acupoint pass, rushing through the Yangming vein to the elbow pass, and reaching the wrist door. Then send the hilt of the sword.

His right arm seemed to be thrown out. Violently threw out, and carried the sword with the momentum of a large coffin! The sword momentum that had been exhausted reunited with Liu Ming and Hua Ming. Suddenly a foot long, straight to the Qing Emperor dragon robe!

This is the real sword, a sword awarded to Fan Xian before his death, ruthless, killing no return, one look at the city, then look at the country, three look at the hearts of the people, look at the frequent world, not for the world but also kill the king!

The wind and snow in the cold palace were great, and the sword of the Great Wei Tianzi also turned into a snow sword, extremely cold, extremely decisive, leaving no way to retreat, any chance to turn around, and stabbed forward indomitable!

The sound of heart-palpitating rubbing sounded, only for a moment, but it fell on Fan Xiandi's ears as if it had been ringing for countless years, very long, and finally stopped.

The two extremely well-maintained, white jade bud-like fingers held the Great Wei Tianzi Sword steadily and coldly. The sound of grinding is the sound between the cold sword body and these two fingers, the frost on half of the sword body has been pinched off by the fingers, and at this time, these two fingers are sandwiched in the middle of the sword body, and a faint hot mist rises from the two fingers!

Even though His Majesty the Emperor was a great grandmaster, he would not despise Fan Xian's sword, because this sword was too indifferent and too blood-devouring, and the sword body actually broke through his two fingers and forcibly moved forward half a distance from the sword body.

After all, the emperor took a step back, but there was still an inch of distance between his body and the tip of the Great Wei Tianzi Sword. Fan Xian still couldn't break through this inch and really touched the dragon robe of His Majesty the Emperor.

The Emperor looked indifferently at his son, who was close to him, and his beard condensed some frost and ice under his chin, which looked particularly terrifying. The two finger joints holding the sword of the Great Wei Tianzi were slightly white, majestic to the extreme, like a thousand lakes and thousands of rivers, and the majestic and domineering true qi poured out from these two fingers.

With a slight stroke, the extremely sharp Great Wei Tianzi Sword was bent up like a noodle between His Majesty's fingers! However, the Great Wei Tianzi Sword was the royal treasure of the year after all, and under the suppression of such a terrifying grandmaster, it had not been broken!

Fan Xian was extremely close to His Majesty the Emperor, he maintained a small arrow step posture, his right leg retreated slightly and squatted, and his whole body maintained a very perfect line, without revealing any flaws, giving people a feeling that they could not attack.

However, he held the Great Wei Tianzi Sword in his hand, he was not a Sigu Sword after all, this sword was not himself, but connected to his body, but at this moment, it was like a very beautiful big character, and suddenly there was a very bad remaining pen.

The furious true qi like a great river surged from the sword of the Great Wei Heavenly Son. Fan Xian's tiger mouth burst out with blood, but he did not withdraw his sword, because he knew that at this time, the will to fight for the first time, the will to fight again, and the strength could not be taken by the enemy, the indifference in his eyes became thicker and thicker, and the true qi in his body began to spurt out.

Fan Xianyong did not withdraw his sword. However, His Majesty the Emperor withdrew his fingers.

The sword of the Great Wei Tianzi, which was bent to the point of extreme hatred, bounced up like lightning, like a horsewhip, slashing towards Fan Xian's face. Fan Xian's pupils could clearly see that extremely bright sword light.

And the frost on the body of the half of the sword also quickly cracked with this bullet, and exploded on the sword body of the Great Wei Tianzi Sword, turning into countless fine ice chips, which exploded between the emperor and Fan Xian!

Fan Xian screamed, his mouth loosened, and his wrist drooped like lightning. Holding the hilt of the sword back, the footsteps below took eight wrong steps on the snow, kicked the golden eaves upside down, and wanted to retreat!

However, when he looked up, the perfect fierce defense he had previously woven was immediately melted, and his body was messy.

His Majesty the Emperor's figure roared like a gust of wind, straight into Fan Xian's body, usually unremarkable, simply punched over, directly hit Fan Xian's chest! This seemingly understated punch blasted out, and the whole person was smashed into a snowflake fluttering in the sky, fluttering, miserable, and unfocused, changing countless figures in the air, overturning seven or eight heels, sweeping over dozens of feet of abandoned gardens and snowland, and finally falling very miserably on the snow in the distance.

A large cloud of snow shook and crushed dozens of dead grasses. Fan Xian clutched his chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, but he still stood firmly, staring at His Majesty the Emperor in the distance.

No one can fly through the air for no reason, even if it is the royal killing fist of His Majesty the Emperor. It was a tremendous force that was so strong that it was impossible to resist. It is also impossible to knock a person sideways for dozens of feet.

Because the human body is important, after all, it can't be a real snowflake. Back then, on Dadong Mountain, even if Sigu Sword was knocked away by Emperor Qing's punch, Sigu Sword rolled out like a stone in Dongshan Qing Temple, and it rang the bell miserably.

And who could fly so far in the air like Fan Xian did before--it's really like a snowflake.

The emperor indifferently glanced at the official boot he was holding in his hand, looked at the cold reflective metal tip pierced from the tip of the boot, and frowned slightly. Previously, he punched Fan Xian in the chest, and at the same time that Fan Xian was knocked away, he actually had the intention of exchanging his life for his life, and kicked out from under his shirt in an extremely insidious way, and the tip of his foot was this metal tip, which was obviously fed with poison.

The emperor threw his boots into the snow, squinted at Fan Xian, who was standing with difficulty in the distance, and said, "Small means cannot do big things. ”

Fan Xian coughed twice, coughed up blood, and with some difficulty, took out a stainless steel sheet from the chest of his shirt, threw it on the snow at his feet, and said, "But small means can save lives." ”

On the stainless steel sheet, a handprint had been struck out, but the strange thing was that it was not the fist mark of His Majesty the Emperor, but the mark on the back of a horizontal palm.

When the emperor's royal fist was about to hit Fan Xian's chest, in addition to Fan Xian's insidious kick from the bottom of his shirt, his left arm slid naturally in the wind and snow, and fell in front of him extremely quickly, protecting the vital point.

However, where was the opponent of the royal fist struck out by His Majesty's Grandmaster's strength, and the seal was broken, and His Majesty's fist pressed his palm, and finally hit him the chest, so it left the mark on the reverse side of the horizontal palm.

There was an iron plate hidden in his chest, and at the last moment, he mobilized Xiao Zhoutian's Tianyi True Qi to protect his heart, coupled with the cushion of his palm, finally let Fan Xian save his life under such a terrifying fist.

The war between Emperor Fan Xian's father and son only started for a moment, and they were already separated by dozens of zhang, and they had already separated each other from the wind and snow, and the winner had already been divided. No matter how well Fan Xian prepared, but the huge gap between the strengths, the wonder of the great grandmaster, can never be made up by hard work.

From the moment he drew his sword, Fan Xian successively used the Tianyi Borrowing Method, learned the exquisite natural swordsmanship from the Begonia, and finally condensed the snow into frost, and sent it away with the momentum of the Ye family's big coffin, and synthesized the four swords of the Tianyi Sword into the lore sword of Xi Zisi's Sigu Sword!

And the last insidious kick on the tiptoe. The iron plate on his chest is naturally the kung fu that he has practiced since he was a child by Uncle Wuzhu's hammering, and the small means that Fan Xian relies on to become famous, and the foundation used to promote these wonderful skills and integrate them is naturally the domineering true qi that Fan Xian has practiced diligently in his body for more than 20 years and has already become a part of his body.

There are four great masters in the world plus a blind man. The top martial arts in the world are all shown by Fan Xian alone. In this world, only Fan Xian has such good luck and can learn so many subtle skills. To put it another way, it was the strong men who died or left who put the last hope of resisting Emperor Qing on Fan Xiandi. He was able to fight a fair battle with His Majesty the Emperor today.

However, even the long-awaited series of three blows, the supreme mastery of the great masters, but in front of His Majesty the Emperor, he still did not get any bargains. From the beginning to the end, His Majesty the Emperor just took a step back, took out two fingers, and threw a punch. beat Fan Xian to a serious injury, how can this kind of gap be narrowed by hard practice?

The strong man on the ninth grade is already an extremely rare peak figure in this world, with Fan Xian's current cultivation, he can also get it all over the world, but in the face of a great master, no one has imagined that the strong man on the ninth grade has any possibility of leapfrogging the challenge.

In today's snowstorm, Fan Xian was able to force His Majesty the Emperor to take a step back. And to survive His Majesty's punch is enough to shock the world and make him proud.

Fan Xian coughed up blood, took off his other official boots, and stood naked in the cold and snow, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were full of unprecedented pride and confidence. This kind of emotion, which seemed a little abrupt under the fiasco, was not because he forced back the emperor Lao Tzu, nor because he survived, but because of his calm heart. There is an affirmation of self-judgment -

Your Majesty is old.

In the seven-day retreat of the Fan Mansion, in addition to thinking about those things that are fighting in the heart and preserving the lives of the people he loves, what Fan Xian thinks about the most is the real situation of His Majesty the Emperor now. What kind of realm is the realm of the Great Grandmaster? Fan Xian has seen Ye Liuyun make a move, and he has seen the Sigu Sword. But this is not the case. Since the Great Grandmaster is known as unfathomable, how to assess the true strength of Emperor Laozi?

Fortunately, when I was in Dongyi City. Before Si Gu Jian died, this great grandmaster had discussed with Fan Xian for a long time about the question of Emperor Qing's realm, and came to a judgment that was a little vague, but extremely close to the truth.

Emperor Qing's cultivation was a great success, and it was during the Northern Expedition that the domineering true qi in his body exceeded the critical value, and he tore up all the meridians in his body in one fell swoop, thus becoming a wasted person, and in the end, for some reason, His Majesty was not only intact, but also became the fourth great master in the world.

The meridians in Fan Xian's body also burst, but with the help of Begonia Blossoms and the cultivation of Tianyi's natural method, the meridians were repaired by great luck. But how did His Majesty survive back then?

Si Gu Jian fought with Emperor Qing on Dadong Mountain, and he told Fan Xian about his judgment, now Emperor Qing's body has no so-called human meridians, and the whole person's body has become a thoroughfare, the true qi in the body without any hindrance, whether it is in and out of the breath and in and out of the breath is almost to a jaw-dropping level, and because there is no longer a meridian restriction, the domineering true qi in Emperor Qing's body can be cultivated and accumulated indefinitely, until a human does not dare to hope for the realm.

The great masters have their own ways to break through the realm, some people rely on their sense of closeness to heaven and earth, and some people rely on the cold mind of seeing heaven and earth as nothing, but Emperor Qing broke through that layer of realm but completely took the method of asking oneself and asking oneself, but stubbornly and solidly cultivated, and the domineering true qi in the body was contained into the sea, and the qualitative change was achieved by quantitative change.

This is Emperor Qing's most terrifying strength, and it is only with the endless true qi in his body and the extremely fast method of breathing and breathing, that when he was on Dadong Mountain, he could cross the half lake with one finger, and the countless true qi that he had cultivated in his body for decades, in that one finger style, he sent half of it into the body of the bitter lotus master, and broke the skin.

If you can really determine the true face of Emperor Qing's great grandmaster's realm, then there is a question worth pondering, Emperor Qing has accumulated decades of domineering true qi, and half of it has been spent in the body of the bitter lotus, such a large loss, it is naturally cost-effective to kill a great grandmaster, but this half of the loss, Emperor Qing is afraid that it will take many years to make up for it.

The average martial arts practitioner only needs a few days of meditation. Maybe you can restore the true qi to its original state, even if half of the true qi in the body is lost, at most it will only need to recuperate for a few months. However, Emperor Qing's way of being different from anyone else in the world was originally different, and the true qi in the rest of the human body was at most a pond, that is, those great grandmasters were at most a small lake, but their means of invoking the small lake could faintly make the lake water steam. It's a miraculous approach.

However, Emperor Qing's body is a sea, half of which is missing, and in just three years, I am afraid that it will not be able to be refilled.

Half of the sea is still unfathomable, and it is still not something that Fan Xian can resist. However, Emperor Qing has been suffering blows over the years, the Kyoto rebellion, the death of his son and his mother, and his heart is only afraid of damage. And last autumn, the damage caused to His Majesty by the black wheelchair in the imperial study is not all right, Chen Pingping's means. Even if he is a great grandmaster, he is not completely immune.

If His Majesty the Emperor was still His Majesty the Emperor before Dadongshan, even if it was His Majesty the Emperor who smiled gently three years ago, seemed to be modest, but was actually cold, Fan Xian would not have a chance at all. Regarding the scene on Dadong Mountain, Fan Xian knew very well, he knew what kind of terrifying power His Majesty the Emperor's royal killing fist had.

And today's punch of His Majesty is obviously inferior to the punch on Dadong Mountain. No matter how much Fan Xian used to save his life, and even used the breathing method he had been hiding at the bottom of the box, Fan Xian was still alive. If it was His Majesty the original Emperor, I was afraid that this punch would have directly smashed Fan Xian's palm, and the iron plate under his shirt would directly shatter half of his body.

This is enough to prove that His Majesty the Emperor has stepped down from the altar, he is old, and he is far less powerful than he was back then.

Fan Xian squinted at His Majesty the Emperor on the other side of the wind and snow, blood seeping from his lips. There was a very refreshing smile on his face, it was rare for him to be so fearless of life and death in his life, and he vaguely smelled a hint of victory, which was really refreshing.

The emperor also looked at his son through the snowstorm, his eyes narrowed slightly. The cold light in his eyes flashed and disappeared. He knows it well. Fan Xian was able to survive under his own punch because of what, not because of that insidious kick. It's not because the other party is so clever that the palm in front of his fist is blocked, and it can't be because of the ridiculous and ridiculous steel plate. It's because of Fan Xian's body style, which floats out dozens of feet in the snowy sky, like a snowflake.

It was precisely because of the lack of strength that His Majesty the Emperor's royal fist, at least most of the true qi power, was consumed in this long snowy sky, and did not really fall on Fan Xiandi's body.

The question is, where did Fan Xian's body come from? No one in this world can sweep dozens of feet in the air and become like he has no weight.

The emperor's eyes narrowed even more, he found that he couldn't see through his son, he didn't know how many surprises Fan Xian still had waiting for him.

"You already have the strength of Hong Siqi. The emperor's voice clearly reached Fan Xiandi's ears through the wind and snow.

Fan Xian's face was slightly condensed, knowing that this was the supreme affirmation of Emperor Lao Tzu for himself, in addition to the four great masters in the world back then, the strength of the old man Hong was the most unfathomable, His Majesty once said that if it weren't for Hong Siqi's physical deformity, I am afraid that there will be one more great grandmaster in this world.

Today, His Majesty the Emperor compared himself to Hong Siqi, Fan Xian was slightly proud, but he also knew that His Majesty must have seen that his previous method of turning into a royal punch was a little strange. Yes, that is the method that Master Kuhe gave to Fan Xian before he died, Fan Xian breathed in the wind and snow, and walked like a bird in the air, all because he could feel those faint fluctuations between heaven and earth. It's too *** hard to write, there are a lot of things during the New Year, and I wrote this part again, I really want to scold my mother, and in fact, I scolded a lot of mothers in front of the computer...... Alas.

By the way, it seems that there is a post in the book review area, saying that last year's online writer income list, and I was actually ranked in it, saying that I earned a million...... Uh, thank you for the confidence of the author of this post, but I have the urge to cry when I look at this post, where am I going to steal so much money? If I really have a million, I will go to write a show.