Since he had already made his move, there was no reason for him to use a golden basin to wash his hands. Fan Xian's eyes grew brighter and brighter. There was not a single stray thought in his mind. It was all exuberant fighting spirit and a state that had been pushed to its peak. With the Wei Emperor's sword in hand, he might not have the world, but at least he had the ambition and ambition to charge into the world. In Fan Xian's eyes, the unfathomable Great Grandmaster Emperor in front of him was the world.
Heavy snow as thick as goose feathers fluttered down in the Palace. Suddenly, four streaks of sword light lit up the gloomy world. Four unpredictable and strange marks appeared in the air. In each mark, there was a frightening sword light. It was impossible to tell which of the four strikes would come first and which would come last.
Unlike the killing intent contained in the four streaks of sword light, the power of the sword flew out to its heart's content and mixed with the wind and snow. It was indescribably wondrous and landed somewhere unknown.
In the blink of an eye, Fan Xian had already floated in front of the Emperor. The clothes on his right arm fluttered. Every muscle under his shirt exploded with a shocking power. In a flash, he drew his sword and pulled it back, stabbing out four times in a row.
The four streaks of sword intent arrived through the air. Each strike pierced through a snowflake floating in the air. Then, it pierced the side of the Emperor's hair, sleeves, in front of the Emperor's shoes, and outside the dragon robe. They all missed.
In an instant, the four strikes all missed. The last strike was only an inch away from the Emperor's lower abdomen. However, this inch of distance seemed to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains. The power of the sword had been exhausted. Like a waterfall that had dried up, it could no longer surge or come closer.
The Emperor waved his wide sleeves. In front of the four strikes that lit up the gloomy and gloomy Palace in winter, he danced freely and easily on the snowy ground. Lightly and skillfully, he avoided the four strikes that Fan Xian had built up power for a long time and released like lightning.
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It was not Sigu Jian, who only cared about the front and not the back. The four strikes Fan Xian struck out in an instant carried an aura of Tianyi Dao's closeness to heaven and earth. Thus, under the cover of the wind and snow, he borrowed the momentum of the snowflakes to move as fast as lightning and as smooth as drifting snow toward the Qing Emperor's body. It forced the Emperor to not immediately launch a lightning-like counterattack.
These four streaks of sword aura did not have a sliver of the cold-blooded killing intent of Dongyi's Sword Hut. On the contrary, it made one feel closer and gave Fan Xian the opportunity to get close. However, these four strikes, which deeply grasped the exquisite aura of Tianyi Dao, still did not cause any harm to the Emperor. In fact, he did not even take a step back. He continued to stand steadily and coldly where he was as if he had not moved earlier.
The cultivation realm of a Great Grandmaster was indeed not a level that normal people could touch. In front of these four swords that borrowed the power of heaven and earth to escape, the Emperor had easily neutralized them.
The tip of the Wei Emperor's sword hummed and trembled endlessly in front of the bright yellow dragon robe. It was as if it felt a kind of hopelessness and defeat. It wanted to lower its head and accept its fate, but it was also unwilling. It struggled with all its might. The four snowflakes pierced through the body of the sword also began to show signs of dispersing.
Unlike the sword in his hand, there was not a trace of disappointment on Fan Xian's face. His expression remained calm. The light in his eyes suddenly faded and turned into a deathly stillness. It was emotionless and emotionless. There was only a murderous intent.
His eyes were like Sigu Jian's murderous intent soaring to the heavens, piercing through the large trees and reaching the sky. There was not a trace of emotion. There was only coldness. The sword in his hand also became a dead object at this moment. It was a lethal weapon that could not be used by anyone who was not a Sage. A deathly chill turned the four snowflakes on the sword into a layer of frost in the blink of an eye, solidifying like a mirror.
The clothing on his right shoulder suddenly tore. A series of crackling sounds rang out. The two circulations in Fan Xian's body moved quickly, clashing and struggling with each other. They broke through the acupuncture point in the shoulder, went through the Yangming meridian, and went straight to the elbow, pressing against the wrist, and then to the hilt of the sword.
His right arm seemed to have been flung out violently. He used the power of the Coffin-Breaker to move the sword. The sword, which had been at the end of its tether, suddenly grew a foot and pierced directly toward the Qing Emperor's dragon robe.
This was the true strike, the strike Sigu Jian had bestowed upon Fan Xian before his death. Merciless and unfeeling, ruthless and without return. One glance was enough to topple a city. Another glance was enough to topple a country. Three glances were enough to topple a person's heart. Sigu Jian frequently plotted against the world. Even if he did not do it for the world, he would still kill the Emperor.
Wind and snow rose in the Cold Palace. The Wei Emperor's sword also became a sword of snow. It was extremely cold and decisive. It left no path of retreat or chance of turning around. It pierced forward with an indomitable will.
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A heart-palpitating scraping sound rang out. It only rang out for an instant. In Fan Xian's ears, it seemed to ring out for countless years. It was very long and finally stopped.
Two well-maintained, white, and jade-like fingers steadily and coldly clamped down on the Wei Emperor's sword. The scraping sound was the sound produced by the icy blade of the sword and these two fingers. The frost on half of the blade had already been removed by the fingers. At this moment, these two fingers were clamped between the blade of the sword. A faint hot mist rose from the two fingers.
Even though the Emperor was a Great Grandmaster, he would not underestimate Fan Xian's strike. This strike was too cold and bloodthirsty. The blade of the sword broke through his two fingers and forcefully advanced half the length of the blade.
In the end, the Emperor took a step back. However, there was still an inch of distance between his body and the tip of the Wei Emperor's sword. Fan Xian was still unable to break through this inch and truly touch the Emperor's dragon robe.
The Emperor looked coldly at his son, who was inches away from him. Some frost had formed on the beard on his chin. He looked particularly terrifying. The knuckles of the two fingers that gripped the sword of the Wei Emperor turned slightly white. It was extremely majestic. A powerful and tyrannical zhenqi like a thousand lakes, a thousand rivers, and a thousand rivers surged out from these two fingers.
With a gentle twist, the extremely sharp Wei Emperor's sword began to bend like a noodle between the Emperor's fingers. However, the Wei Emperor's sword was, after all, the most precious treasure of the royal family. Even under such a terrifying Grandmaster's suppression, it still did not break.
Fan Xian was very close to the Emperor. He maintained a posture of a small lunge. His right leg pulled back slightly and crouched low. His entire body maintained a perfect line and did not reveal any openings. It gave one the feeling that it was impossible to attack.
However, he held the sword of the Wei Emperor in his hand. In the end, he was not Sigu Jian. This sword was not his own. Rather, it was connected to his body. At this moment, it was like a beautiful character that had suddenly been left with a very flawed stroke.
Like a great river, a wild zhenqi surged out from the Wei Emperor's sword. Fresh blood sprayed from the webbing between Fan Xian's thumb and index finger, but he did not pull back his sword. He knew that the first battle now was willpower. His power could not be taken away by the enemy. The coldness in his eyes grew stronger and stronger. The zhenqi in his body also began to surge out violently.
Fan Xian bravely did not pull back his sword. However, the Emperor pulled back his finger.
The Wei Emperor's sword, which had been bent to the extreme, bounced up like lightning. Like a whip of a horse, it chopped toward Fan Xian's face. Fan Xian could clearly see the bright sword light in his eyes.
The ice and frost on the other half of the sword also split open with this bounce and exploded on the blade of the Wei Emperor's sword. It turned into countless tiny shards of ice and exploded between the Emperor and Fan Xian.
Fan Xian let out a sharp cry and quickly loosened the webbing between his thumb and index finger. His wrist dropped like lightning, and he held the hilt of the sword in a reverse grip. His feet took a series of eight steps on the snowy ground. Kicking the golden eaves, he raised his head to retreat.
However, with this raise of his head, the perfect and ruthless defense he had woven earlier immediately melted like ice and snow. His movements became a mess.
The Emperor's figure whizzed forward like a gust of wind, heading straight for Fan Xian's body. A normal and simple punch flew out and landed directly on Fan Xian's chest.
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With a muffled thud, Fan Xian's body was sent flying by this seemingly light punch. His entire body became a snowflake floating in the air. Drifting in spirals, it was wretched and wretched. Without any strength, it changed countless times in the air. Flipping seven or eight times, it swept across dozens of feet of the abandoned garden and snowy ground. In the end, it landed wretchedly on the snowy ground far away.
It sent up a large patch of snow and crushed dozens of dead grass. Fan Xian held his chest and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. However, he still stood resolutely and stared fixedly at the Emperor in the distance.
No one could fly dozens of feet in the air for no reason. Even if they were hit by the Emperor's Way of the King's Killing Fist, which was so powerful that they could not form any thoughts of resistance, it was impossible to send a person flying dozens of feet horizontally.
The human body was important. After all, it could not be a true snowflake. On Dong Mountain, even though Sigu Jian had been sent flying by the Qing Emperor's punch, Sigu Jian had rolled out of the Qing Temple in Dong Mountain like a stone and wretchedly crashed into that bell.
Who could be like Fan Xian earlier and fly so far in the air? It was truly like a snowflake.
The Emperor glanced coldly at the official's boot in his hand. He looked at the cold, reflective metal tip sticking out of the tip of the boot and furrowed his brows slightly. Earlier, when he had punched Fan Xian in the chest and sent him flying, Fan Xian still had the intention of exchanging a life for a life. He had sinisterly kicked out from under his clothes. The tip of his foot was this metal tip. It was clearly poisoned.
The Emperor threw the boot into the snowy ground. Narrowing his eyes, he looked at Fan Xian, who was standing with difficulty in the distance. "Small tricks cannot accomplish great things."
Fan Xian coughed and coughed up blood. With some difficulty, he took out a thin piece of steel from the chest area of his clothes and threw it into the snow by his feet. "But small tricks can save a life."
A handprint had already appeared on the thin piece of steel. Strangely, it was not the Emperor's fist print. Instead, it was the print on the back of a horizontal palm.
When the Emperor's Way of the Emperor's punch was about to land on Fan Xian's chest, other than Fan Xian's sinister kick from under his clothes, his left arm naturally slid through the wind and snow and landed in front of his body at lightning speed, protecting in front of his vitals.
However, how could his Coffin Breaker Release be a match for His Majesty's punch of the Way of the King, which had the strength of a grandmaster? It was easily broken through the seal, and His Majesty's fist pressed against his palm. In the end, it still fiercely hit his chest. That was why there was a mark on the backside of his palm.
With the metal plate hidden in his chest, at the last moment, he had mobilized the zhenqi of Tianyi Dao in the small circle to protect his heart meridian. In addition to the cushioning of his palm, it finally allowed Fan Xian to keep his life under such a terrifying punch.
The battle between the Qing Emperor, Fan Xian, and his son had only just begun, but they were already dozens of feet apart. Looking at each other through the wind and snow, victory and defeat had already been decided. No matter how well Fan Xian prepared, there was still a large difference in strength. The wonders of a Great Grandmaster could not be made up for with hard work.
From the moment he pulled out his sword, Fan Xian first used Tianyi Dao's method of borrowing power, the exquisite natural sword technique he had learned from Haitang, and then, using the power of the Ye family's Coffin-Breaker Sanshou to combine the four swords of Tianyi Dao into the fatal strike he had learned from Sigu Jian.
The sinister kick at the tip of his foot and the metal plate in his chest were the martial arts he had learned from being hammered by Uncle Wu Zhu when he was young. They were the little tricks Fan Xian relied on to become famous. The foundation he used to activate these wondrous skills and merge them together was the Tyrannical zhenqi he had diligently cultivated in his body for over 20 years and had long become a part of his body.
There were four Great Grandmasters and a blind man in the world. The top martial arts in the world were all displayed by Fan Xian alone. In this world, only Fan Xian had such good luck to be able to learn so many exquisite skills. From another perspective, it was because the warriors who had died or left had placed their last hope of resisting the Qing Emperor on Fan Xian's body that he could have a fair battle with the Emperor.
Even though he had built up power for three consecutive attacks and learned the ultimate skills of the Great Grandmasters, he still did not gain any advantage in front of the Emperor. From beginning to end, the Emperor had only taken one step back, struck out two fingers, and threw out one punch to heavily injure Fan Xian. How could such a difference be closed by hard training and meditation?
A superior ninth-level ace was already a rarely seen pinnacle figure in this world. Given Fan Xian's current cultivation, he could go anywhere in the world. However, facing a Great Grandmaster, no one had imagined that a superior ninth-level ace would have any possibility of challenging someone of a higher level.
For Fan Xian to be able to force the Emperor back one step in the wind and snow and survive one of the Emperor's punches was enough to shock the world and make him proud.
Fan Xian coughed up blood and took off his other boot. Standing barefoot in the cold snowy ground, he narrowed his eyes slightly. A never-before-seen pride and confidence rose in them. This abrupt emotion in the face of a crushing defeat was not because he had forced back the Emperor or because he had survived. Rather, it was because in his calm heart, there was an affirmation of his own judgment.
The Emperor was old.
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Fan Xian had been in seclusion for seven days. Other than thinking about the battle of the heart and preserving the lives of those he loved, what Fan Xian thought about the most was the problem of the Emperor's true condition. Just what kind of realm was the Great Grandmaster's realm? Fan Xian had seen Ye Liuyun attack and Sigu Jian, but this was different. Since the Great Grandmasters were said to be unfathomable, how could he assess the Emperor's true strength?
Fortunately, when he was in Dongyi, before Sigu Jian died, this Great Grandmaster had discussed the problem of the Qing Emperor's realm with Fan Xian for a long time. He had come to a somewhat blurry but close to the truth.
The Qing Emperor's cultivation had been successful. During the Northern Expedition, the Tyrannical zhenqi in his body had exceeded its limit. In one fell swoop, it had destroyed all the Meridians in his body and turned him into a cripple. In the end, for some reason, not only did the Emperor return to normal, but he also became the fourth Great Grandmaster in the world.
The Meridians in Fan Xian's body had also exploded. With the help of the begonia and the care of Tianyi Dao's natural method, he had luckily repaired his Meridians. Back then, how had the Emperor survived?
Sigu Jian had exchanged blows with the Qing Emperor on Dong Mountain. He had told Fan Xian of his judgment. Presently, the Qing Emperor's body no longer had the Meridians that a human should have. His entire body had become an opening. Zhenqi flowed through his body without any hindrance. Regardless of whether it was in or out, it was fast to a shocking degree. Since there were no longer the restrictions of Meridians, the Tyrannical zhenqi in the Qing Emperor's body could continue to cultivate endlessly until it reached a realm that no human dared to hope for.
Each Great Grandmaster had their own way of breaking through realms. Some relied on their closeness to heaven and earth. Some relied on their cold and severe hearts that saw heaven and earth as nothing. However, the Qing Emperor did not break through that realm by questioning his inner heart. Instead, he valiantly and endlessly solidified his cultivation. The Tyrannical zhenqi in his body accumulated like an ocean and used a quantitative change to achieve a qualitative change.
This was the Qing Emperor's most terrifying power. It was only by relying on the limitless zhenqi in his body and his unusually fast breathing method that he was able to cross half the lake with one finger on Dong Mountain. He sent half of the zhenqi he had cultivated for decades into Ku He's body in the grace of one finger, bursting through his skin.
If one could confirm the true nature of the Qing Emperor's Great Grandmaster realm, then there was a question worth pondering. Half of the Tyrannical zhenqi the Qing Emperor had accumulated for decades had been sent into Ku He's body. It was worth it to use such a large loss to kill a Great Grandmaster. However, the Qing Emperor would probably have to spend many years to recover this loss.
Normal martial cultivators only needed a few days of meditation to recover their zhenqi to its original state. Even if half of the zhenqi in their bodies was used up, they would only need a few months to recover. However, the Qing Emperor's path had always been different from anyone else's. The zhenqi in other people's bodies was, at most, a pond. Even the Great Grandmasters were, at most, a small lake. However, their method of using the small lake was to make the lake water evaporate. What they did was a miraculous method.
However, the Qing Emperor's body was an ocean. With half of it gone, it would probably be impossible to refill it in a short three years.
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Half of the ocean was still unfathomable. It was still not something Fan Xian could oppose. However, the Qing Emperor had suffered attacks endlessly these years. The Jingdou rebellion, his heart hurt, the death of his son, and the death of his mother. His state of mind had probably been damaged. Furthermore, the injury the black wheelchair in the royal study had caused the Emperor last autumn probably could not be completely healed. Even a Great Grandmaster could not be completely immune to Chen Pingping's methods.
If the Emperor was still the Emperor from before Dong Mountain, even if he was the Emperor from three years ago who smiled warmly and appeared moderate but was actually cold and stern, Fan Xian would not have had a chance at all. Fan Xian understood the scene on Dong Mountain very well. He knew the terrifying power of the Emperor's Way of the Emperor's Killing Fist.
The Emperor's punch was clearly not as good as the one on Dong Mountain. No matter how many life-saving abilities Fan Xian used and even the breathing method he had hidden at the bottom of the chest, Fan Xian was still alive. If it had been the original Emperor, this punch would probably have shattered Fan Xian's palm, the metal plate under his clothes, and half his body.
This was enough to prove that the Emperor had already stepped down from his divine altar. He was old and far from being as powerful as he had been in the past.
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and looked at the Emperor on the other side of the wind and snow. Fresh blood seeped out from the side of his lips, but there was a refreshing smile on his face. It was rare in his life that he had fought without fear of death. Furthermore, he faintly smelled a glimmer of victory. It was truly refreshing.
The Emperor also looked at his son through the sky full of wind and snow. His eyes narrowed slightly. A cold light flashed and then disappeared in them. He knew very well why Fan Xian was able to survive his punch. It was not because of that sinister kick, nor was it because of the other party's ingenuity and the palm in front of his fist. Furthermore, it was not because of that ridiculous and absurd piece of steel plate.
It was because of Fan Xian's footwork, which allowed him to fly dozens of feet through the snowy sky like a floating snowflake without any effort.
Because it was floating without any effort, most of the zhenqi power in the Emperor's Way of the Emperor's punch was completely wasted in the endless snowy sky. It did not truly land on Fan Xian's body.
The question was, where did Fan Xian's footwork come from? There was no one in this world who could fly dozens of feet through the air as if they were weightless.
The Emperor's eyes narrowed even more. He realized that he could not see through his son. He didn't know just how many surprises Fan Xian had waiting for him.
"You already have Hong Siyang's strength." The Emperor's voice passed through the sky full of wind and snow and clearly entered Fan Xian's ears.
Fan Xian's expression froze slightly. He knew that this was the Emperor's ultimate affirmation of himself. Back then, other than the four Great Grandmasters, Eunuch Hong's strength was the most unfathomable. The Emperor had once said that if it were not for the fact that Hong Siyang's body was abnormal, there would probably be one more Great Grandmaster in this world.
Fan Xian felt slightly proud that the Emperor was comparing him to Hong Siyang. He also knew that the Emperor must have seen that the method he used to dispel the Way of the Emperor's punch earlier was strange. Yes, it was the method that Master Ku He had asked Sigu Jian to pass onto Fan Xian before he died. Fan Xian breathed in the wind and snow and wandered intimately through the air like a bird. It was all because he could feel the faint ripples between heaven and earth.
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I'm not writing anymore. I really can't write anymore. It's too damn hard to write. There are a lot of things to do during the new year, yet I have to write about this. I really want to curse. In reality, I've also cursed many times in front of the computer.
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