In the wind and snow, Fan Xian's face was expressionless as he calmly breathed. His slightly trembling palms faced the sky. Every inch of skin and every pore on his body was greedily absorbing the nameless and shapeless yuanqi between heaven and earth. A faint layer of light covered his clothes.
He didn't know what these clear and lively yuanqi waves were, where they came from, or how they were born. After he first sensed the existence of these things by the East Sea, he discovered that when he followed the chaotic breathing method recorded in the small book, he seemed to be able to absorb the yuanqi between heaven and earth into his body and turn it into zhenqi.
Earlier, he had been shaken and sent flying. In a flash, the Tyrannical zhenqi in Fan Xian's body, which had always been abundant and famous, felt a sense of exhaustion. Faced with such a dangerous situation, it was impossible for him to hide anything. In front of the Emperor, he began to adjust his breathing again.
Although the current Emperor was injured, moved, and old, he was still a great grandmaster.
With a raise of his hand and a move of his foot, he controlled the situation. Fan Xian had no choice but to use all the strength in his body to respond. In an instant, the sea of qi in his body was almost empty. Although he greedily absorbed the yuanqi between heaven and earth, the waves in the wind and snow were very weak. The yuanqi he could feel was very thin. For his current situation, it was of no help at all. Although he recovered his qi a little faster and could barely stand in the snow, how could it help him defeat a Great Grandmaster?
For the warriors of this land, the magic overseas had always been an existence of little value. They were disdained. Even Master Ku He, who had a broad heart and was never afraid of anything, a Great Grandmaster who even dared to eat human flesh, began to study magic in the last days of his life and was fortunate enough to obtain that little booklet. However, he still did not walk another path. At most, it could only be considered an auxiliary method.
Just like Fan Xian now, he breathed in and out, meditated, and restrained his qi. It was like he wanted to breathe in a paddy field, but he couldn't take in much oxygen from the mud and muddy water.
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He couldn't wait any longer. The figure in the bright yellow dragon robe at the other end of the wind and snow had already begun to slowly and determinedly tread through the snow. The distance of dozens of feet seemed far. It seemed that the snowflakes there were countless times smaller than the snowflakes here. For the Qing Emperor and Fan Xian, what was the difference between the end of the world and close proximity?
There was no joy or anger in Fan Xian's eyes. There was only a momentary calm. The slightly deformed Wei Emperor's sword was held horizontally across his brows. A cold light shone brightly. The two circulations in his body swept slightly across his chest, causing the snow mountain behind his waist to shine brightly.
Ever since he was reborn, the vigorous zhenqi that he had accumulated by diligently consolidating his foundation and meditating every day was like a snowy mountain being illuminated by the scorching sun. In an instant, it was released into a gurgling stream. The water in the stream grew more and more, converging into a small river, then a large river, rushing through his meridians that were thicker than anyone else's in the world. It flowed to his limbs and every inch of his body, strengthening his mind and hammering his body.
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A streak of lightning-like sword light lit up the gloomy world. It lit up each snowflake and goose feather. One could clearly see the edges of the snowflake.
After the three strikes earlier and under the powerful pressure the Emperor had exerted, the Sigu sword Fan Xian had inherited from Dongyi's Sword Hut, under the protection of the two zhenqi in his body and the protection of the lightness of his body, had finally merged perfectly and truly reached the realm of perfection. This strike had the same light as when the Shadow had stabbed Sigu Jian in the manor of the Master of Dongyi.
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With a strange, unpleasant crack, Fan Xian miserably and dispiritedly fell to the ground from midair. He flew back and landed heavily on the snowy ground. The snow lotus he had stepped on earlier was still maintaining its shape in the air. From this, it could be seen how fast he had come and gone. It was so fast that the snow lotus hadn't even had time to shatter.
He had come confidently and stabbed as he wished. It was forceful and natural. However, he had retreated even faster. He was wretched and frightening.
The Emperor slowly pulled back the fist that had been stretched out horizontally in the air. That steady and Tyrannical fist. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Fan Xian in the snow. He remained silent. In front of Fan Xian's strike, even the Emperor had to slightly avoid its edge. Thus, this fist did not have enough power. Since the punch earlier had not killed Fan Xian, presumably, this punch would not kill him either.
As expected, Fan Xian was like an unkillable cockroach. He climbed up from the snowy ground with difficulty. A trace of blood that was about to be frozen by the cold hung at the corner of his lips. He stared coldly at the Emperor's calm eyes and suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
All the omnipotent methods in the world, regardless of whether it was speed, skill, or movement, were built on the foundation of zhenqi. If the lake of qi was not enough, how could one be as fast as lightning? How could one use techniques that had already obtained the wonders of heaven and earth? Zhenqi was the foundation of martial arts. The Meridians in Fan Xian's body were different from those of a normal person. The method he practiced was different from that of a normal person. It was full of Tyrannical power. Looking at the world, he was truly an anomaly.
However, the Emperor's body was also different from that of a normal person. The Meridians in his body were not as broad and different as Fan Xian's. He had no Meridians at all. His entire body, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, was a channel of zhenqi. The Emperor's Tyrannical martial method was even more powerful. Amidst the violence, there was a natural aura of the Way of the Emperor.
Comparatively speaking, the Emperor was like an upgraded version of Fan Xian. Fan Xian was a little strange creature, and the Emperor was a big monster. If Fan Xian wanted to use his own strength and top zhenqi cultivation to fight the Emperor head-on, it was, without question, a valiant and absurd choice.
It was still the same old saying. On this land, regardless of whether it was personal cultivation or power, Fan Xian was already one of the most powerful people. No, in reality, he was already the second in the world. He had admitted this himself.
But, he was facing the first in the world, the most powerful person in the world.
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There was not a glimmer of defeat in Fan Xian's calm eyes. Narrowing them slightly, he watched the Emperor's gradually approaching footsteps through the wind and snow. He knew that when the Emperor walked step by step in front of him, it would be the moment he would no longer be able to rely on that strange method to gain an advantage in movement.
Fresh blood dripped from between his lips and wet the front of his clothes. It was quickly frozen into a patch of bloody frost by the cold air of the Palace.
Fan Xian's pitch-black pupils constricted slightly. He held the sword of the Wei Emperor upside down and held it horizontally in front of him. He was on full alert. Using the strip of cloth tied around his wrist, he wiped the blood at the corner of his lips and licked his lips. In a raspy voice, he laughed and said, "Very good."
Ever since he was young, he had grown up under the care of the Overwatch Council. From his youth, he had been preparing to take control of the Overwatch Council. From his bones to his skin, he had been immersed in the sinister and dark aura of the Overwatch Council. In this life, he had encountered countless storms and powerful enemies. Each time, he would do everything in his power to weaken the other party and use despicable methods that could not see the light to seek the final victory. However, he would rarely bravely use the sword in his hand to carry out the most direct, fierce, and hot-blooded battle against powerful enemies.
Looking at the gradually approaching Emperor and feeling the overflowing pressure gradually pressing down on his body, a glimmer of unswerving determination flashed across Fan Xian's delicate face. In such a tense moment, he thought of Yan Xiaoyi holding the longbow in his hand on the cliff in the primitive forest to the north of Danzhou three years ago. It seemed that he had also coldly approached his body.
On the meadow, Fan Xian had bravely stood up. Now, he had also bravely stood up and stared coldly at the Emperor in the wind and snow. Taking a deep breath, he faced the wind and snow that pounced toward his face and shook his right arm. His feet stepped on the melted snow like a civet stepping on snow and lightning. His figure suddenly swayed and disappeared from his spot.
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Ran away? The Emperor looked at his son, who had turned into a gray shadow following the wind and snow and was about to sweep past the walls of the ruined garden toward the south of the Royal Palace. He furrowed his brows slightly. A cold smile with complicated emotions rose to the corners of his lips. With a shake of the sleeves of his bright yellow dragon robe, he immediately became a blurry yellow shadow. In an instant, he disappeared with Fan Xian's figure.
In the air above the Royal Palace, Fan Xian's hands hung naturally by his sides. With unusual speed and speed, he flew with the wind and snow, becoming a gray shadow on the eaves and walls of the Palace.
Earlier in the ruined garden, he had assumed the posture of a young cub fighting for his life. However, he had turned around and left, using all of his cultivation to escape into the wind and snow. He wanted to escape from the Emperor's side. He did not feel a glimmer of humiliation in his heart. The Emperor was a Great Grandmaster, a great monster. In any case, he was not human. It was normal for him to not be able to defeat someone who was not human. Knowing that he could not win, but still staying there to fight for his life was called stupid.
Feeling the subtle changes in the wind and snow through his clothes, Fan Xian's figure was unusually beautiful. Like a cold-resistant bird flying freely, he occasionally changed his direction in the air, drawing beautiful arcs. However, his speed did not decrease at all.
It was already morning in the Royal Palace, which had been quiet for a long time. Occasionally, eunuchs and servants sweeping the snow would glance at the gray shadow sweeping past in the air. They all thought their eyes were playing tricks on them. No one in the world could fly that fast.
Fan Xian flew freely and freely through the gloomy and quiet Royal Palace. Every 70 to 80 feet, he would touch the corners of the eaves or the top of the walls slightly. His figure did not slow down at all as he entered another Palace. Such movement and speed had never been seen before in the world.
A drop of sweat slid down the back of Fan Xian's neck and onto his back. Using the full power of the flying technique, it did not use up too much of his zhenqi. Borrowing the power of heaven and earth to escape into heaven and earth, he had already obtained the wonders of heaven and earth. Flying through the air, on the contrary, calmed his state of mind. The two circulations in his body also began to warm up. Bit by bit, it mended the gap he had created under the Emperor's pressure. Furthermore, that nameless technique seemed to be put to full use in the harmonious atmosphere of heaven and earth. It made his recovery speed grow faster and his condition grow better and better.
The tip of his foot tapped the head of a stone beast on the corner of the eaves, but the copper bell in the beast's mouth did not even ring. Fan Xian flew above the Palace in the air and looked down at the earth. The people in the Palace had a feeling of floating in the air and looking down on the common people, particularly the people boiling water or sweeping snow. Not a single one of them noticed someone flying through the air. It was a strange feeling.
However, the sweat on Fan Xian's back continued to flow. Although he had completely merged his mind into this harmonious realm and would not turn his head to look, he could still clearly feel a powerful and hidden power following him at a steady pace. It was like the footsteps of the god of death. Although slow, he would never be able to shake it off.
Fan Xian had not thought that he would still be unable to shake off the Emperor behind him even after he had raised his speed to such a realm. Fan Xian's pupils constricted slightly as he charged toward the tall lower gate of the Royal Palace in the distance to the south.
From the abandoned garden in the northwest corner of the Royal Palace, Fan Xian escaped lightly and headed south. Strangely, he did not choose the closest Northern Palace gate or the Palace walls to jump over.
He had negotiated with the Emperor for so long in the Palace, so he had something to rely on. Both father and son knew what the situation was. Fan Xian had promised the Emperor that this was only a battle between the two of them. For the sake of the Qing Kingdom's future generations, the Emperor would only place the pressure of an Emperor on Fan Xian alone.
As long as Fan Xian was able to escape this time, at least the world would be at peace for many years. For the sake of the bargaining chips hidden in various places under heaven, the Emperor would not act against Fan Xian's subordinates before he killed Fan Xian. This was the meaning of the Emperor's words.
The Emperor would not allow the existence of a power that could threaten him to remain hidden within his kingdom. Thus, he had to kill Fan Xian.
However, Fan Xian did not leave the Palace. Although the Royal Palace sealed off all directions and the tall red Palace walls were said to be able to stop any ninth-level ace in the world, Uncle Wu Zhu's luring of Eunuch Hong out of the Palace had already proved that these Palace walls were not a natural barrier to warriors who truly stood at the peak of the world. Furthermore, for someone like Fan Xian, who had put endless effort into the art of flying since he was young.
Fan Xian headed south, always heading south. He headed south in the Royal Palace where snow fell. He swept past Shufang Palace, Hanguang Palace, the dilapidated Eastern Palace, and Guangxin Palace. He saw many people, but no one in the Royal Palace saw him.
He swept past three main palaces, six side courtyards, and 72 women. Finally, he flipped onto the tallest Taiji Palace in the entire Royal Palace.
No one had ever come to the top of the towering palace, other than when it was newly built at the beginning of the country. Perhaps the craftsmen had been busy up there. It was said that when this palace was being built, two people fell to their deaths. In the end, they had even invited people from the Tianyi Dao Temple from the Wei Kingdom to calm the resentful spirits.
The yellow glazed tiles of Taiji Palace were covered in a thick layer of snow. The two colors mixed together beautifully. It was like a very beautiful material that one could not bear to destroy. Fan Xian did not have any time or mood to admire the snow. He floated directly upward along the middle of Taiji Palace. Although it was incomparably slippery under his feet, it was unable to tilt his body in the slightest.
Sweeping up, the tips of his feet stepped onto the towering dragon bones in the middle of Taiji Palace. Fan Xian stood in the wind. His body was surrounded by drifting snow, and the sleeves of his clothes rustled. At this moment, he was standing at the highest point of the Royal Palace. In front of him was the majestic main gate of the Royal Palace. Around him were seemingly extremely low palace walls. He could even see that most of Jingdou was trapped in a hazy snowstorm.
He didn't know where Ruoruo was after leaving the Palace. He didn't know if Wan 'er and the others had already left Jingdou. Fan Xian stood at the highest point of the Royal Palace and narrowed his eyes as he looked at the distant layers of Jingdou's private residences. He waited for the bright yellow figure to appear behind him.
Fan Xian did not turn around. A powerful disappointment flashed through his eyes because the sound he had been waiting for did not ring out. The change he had been waiting for did not happen. The entire Royal Palace remained silent, particularly above this majestic hall. Other than him and the Emperor behind him, there was only wind and snow. There was nothing else.
Fan Xian slid down along the glazed tiles of the hall. Although a great battle in the wind and snow at the summit of the forbidden palace was presumably a very entertaining and dignified way of doing things, in Fan Xian's opinion, one could only live with dignity and not die with it.
The grey figure and the bright yellow figure landed lightly on the thick snow in front of Taiji Palace at almost the same time and stopped.
The Emperor stood in front of the long corridor of Taiji Palace. Behind him was the serene door of the main hall. Usually, he would summon his officials in this palace and control the life and death of countless people in the world. Now, he stood there alone.
Fan Xian stood in the middle of the square in front of the Palace. Beside him was a thick layer of snow. He looked at the thick Royal Palace gate in the distance and narrowed his eyes slightly. Perhaps it was because he felt that he did not have the power to break through that Palace gate. He slowly turned around and looked at the Emperor. "Actually, no matter what develops in the end, it is just like two wild beasts tearing at each other."
The Emperor was silent. His expression was cold. He looked at Fan Xian like he was looking at a dead man. At this moment, the ruler and the minister finally stopped their unimaginable flying chase. They stood quietly in front of the hall and revealed themselves in front of the tens of thousands of people.
The eunuchs sweeping the snow outside the Palace, the serving girls walking quietly in the long corridor, and the guards standing with green and red faces holding knives all opened their mouths in shock. They looked at the Emperor and Sir Fan junior in the snow. They were inexplicably shocked and couldn't speak for a moment.
Fan Xian looked calmly at the Emperor, but he was thinking of other things in his heart. He had sensed something strange. Heading straight from the northwest abandoned garden to the south of the Royal Palace, the Emperor had come close to him a number of times along the way and found a moment to kill or capture him. However, the Emperor had not taken action.
Why was this?
Presumably, the Emperor, who had furrowed his brows slightly, also did not understand why Fan Xian did not want to escape from the Palace and instead headed south. Why was this?
Fan Xian was waiting for a variable. Unfortunately, after the Emperor revealed himself in Taiji Palace, the first variable did not happen. Then, what about the second? The Emperor had calculated every detail about how much power Fan Xian had. The variable at this moment had to be a variable that even Fan Xian didn't know about.
It was just like the immortal game in the Hanging Temple. Coincidences, winds and clouds gathered. Everyone in the game had their own goals. In the end, no one could control a variable that would appear.
Fan Xian firmly believed that this variable that he did not know about would happen. The Hanging Temple incident had mobilized four powers. As the Qing Kingdom's greatest enemy, the Northern Qi court had maintained its silence.
Northern Qi inherited the Wei Kingdom and had operated in this world for thousands of years. Did they not have any means to deal with the Qing Kingdom's greatest threat? Fan Xian did not believe it. He firmly believed that the Northern Qi people were hiding a trump card in the Royal Palace. Now, the Qing ruler and official, father and son, had turned against each other. Blood had splashed on the Royal Palace. It was the best time for the Northern Qi Emperor to use his trump card.
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Like the sound of a war drum, there was a muffled thud. It was as if a great battle had erupted. Tens of thousands of taut bowstrings sang in unison. In reality, it was only the giant city guarding crossbow at the corner tower of the Royal Palace. The mechanism tightened with a spring fired in this silent and even oppressive moment.
The steel crossbow bolt, as thick as a child's arm, instantly became a bolt of black lightning under the powerful force of the spring. It broke through the air near the corner tower of the Royal Palace and caused the air to explode. It tore through the endlessly dancing snowflakes in the air in front of Taiji Palace and spun at high speed. It forcefully split open a deep tunnel in space and shot toward the bright yellow figure in front of the Palace.
No one knew how the cast base of the city guarding crossbow had been turned around and aimed in the direction of the Royal Palace. No one knew how the Northern Qi people had infiltrated the Qing Kingdom's imperial soldiers and secretly taken control of the corner tower. Fan Xian only knew that the Northern Qi people's trump card had finally been used. This was enough. With a sharp whistle, Fan Xian gathered his qi into his feet. His body became as heavy as a boulder and moved like a waterfall. He moved with his sword and followed closely behind the giant crossbow whistling toward the Emperor.
The crossbow closed in on him. In the end, the distance was too far. The Great Grandmaster Emperor only needed to flick his sleeves and retreat. Forcefully relying on his powerful cultivation to turn distance into time, he would be able to avoid this startling crossbow bolt.
However, Fan Xian had already caught a glimpse of a trembling serving girl kneeling on the ground in the long corridor. She had already stood up. A glimmer of coldness flashed through her eyes. She pulled out a thin needle from her hair and stabbed it toward the Emperor's back.
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Regardless of whether it was the Northern Qi people or Fan Xian, they all seemed to have underestimated the Qing Emperor's willpower and reaction, which he had honed for decades. Just as everyone thought that the bright yellow figure in front of Taiji Palace would temporarily avoid the tip of the giant crossbow bolt …
The Emperor's figure disappeared from his spot and abruptly took three steps forward in the snow.
With a loud bang, the giant crossbow bolt brushed past the tip of the Emperor's hair and pierced ruthlessly into the smooth, jade-like stone ground. In an instant, it shattered the stone surface into pieces like tofu. Bricks and mud flew wildly in all directions. It just happened to block the sneak-attacking serving girl assassin behind the stone shards.
The Emperor's right arm shook his dragon sleeve. A powerful wave of zhenqi wrapped around the stone shards and snowflakes that filled the sky behind him. Like a giant dragon, it struck the serving girl's body.
Fresh blood sprayed everywhere. Countless stone shards and snowflakes struck the serving girl's body like arrows. In an instant, hundreds and thousands of wounds appeared on her body.
The assassin didn't even have time to attack once. She didn't even have time to make a sound before collapsing into the snow and turning into a pile of bloody flesh.
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Borrowing the power of this brush, the distance between the Emperor and Fan Xian shrunk a little. Fan Xian was charging with all his might. In a flash, the father and son were inches away from each other. They were so close that Fan Xian could see the Emperor's slightly thin face, the pair of ice-cold eyes that no longer had any emotion, and the killing intent that seeped out of the calm eyes.
Northern Qi's trump card was indeed powerful. Regardless of who it was used against, it was probably enough. However, when it was used against a Great Grandmaster like the Emperor, it was very ugly. There was not a trace of disappointment in Fan Xian's eyes. He continued to swing his sword through the air, viciously stabbing toward the Emperor's eye socket.
It was still the same situation as the last two times they had exchanged blows. The Wei Emperor's sword in Fan Xian's hand could not strike the Emperor, who was like an immortal or a demon, moving endlessly in this small space. The tip of the sword spat out a sharp light. Dejectedly and powerlessly, it pierced through the air beside the Emperor's face. It made a hissing sound, but it was to no avail.
However, the Emperor's fist had already come crashing over. This was a true punch of the Way of the Emperor. The Emperor no longer held anything back. His jade-like fist suppressed all the whiteness in this sky full of wind and snow. It flashed with a light that should not exist in the mortal world as it smashed toward Fan Xian's chest.
The Emperor's face was also very white, an unhealthy white. It was as if this Great Grandmaster had gathered all the zhenqi in his body, which was like an ocean, into this punch. If he was hit by this punch, even if Fan Xian had the world's two most exquisite kinds of zhenqi to protect his body and an exquisite bird-like movement to neutralize the force, he could only be smashed to pieces.
At this moment, the Wei Emperor's sword left Fan Xian's hand. It whistled through the snowy air and headed toward the tightly closed door of the Great Hall.
Facing the fist that was shining with white holy light, he let out a shrill howl. His entire body began to tremble violently. A finger, three feet away, slowly and clumsily pointed at His Majesty's face!
The slowness was only a feeling. In reality, the tip of the finger contained all the zhenqi Fan Xian could force out in his life. It was too heavy. The intangible energy had a feeling of substance, as if it had weight. It made his finger tremble wildly in the snowy air.
His body was also trembling. His face was unusually pale, but his eyes were unusually bright.
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Even if Fan Xian had a sword in his hand, he would not be able to pierce the Emperor's body, much less a finger. Furthermore, his finger was still some distance away from the Emperor. The Emperor's murderous fist was about to touch his clothes.
A sharp sound rang out from the tip of Fan Xian's finger. It was like a demon tearing through the disguise of a human body outside and burrowing out from the skin and flesh. It was also like the notes in the bamboo flute. Because no one had suppressed them for too long, they could no longer endure the loneliness and wanted to burrow out of the holes to become a few wisps of clear music in the air.
A clear and cold sword qi, sharp and full of murderous intent, spat out from the tip of Fan Xian's finger. In an instant, it surpassed the space between the two of them and pierced toward the Emperor's throat.
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He remembered when he was young and the Danzhou naughty children were laughable. Why did zhenqi immediately disappear into the air when it left the body? Uncle Wu Zhu did not know internal strength, so he could not explain it. Why had none of the martial cultivators in the world tried it? Fan Xian, who was still a naughty child, began to try it. With unusual difficulty, without anyone's guidance or correction, he silently practiced for a long time. Then, the zhenqi in his body spat out from his palm and returned to his body within a minute distance. Was this due to the two circulations in his body, or was it due to his persistence and hard work?
However, what was the use of this? It wasted a lot of his time. By the time he entered Jingdou and cultivated the nameless Tyrannical martial method, he was still unable to shock the world with one battle like Haitang or Thirteenth Wang. The zhenqi that returned freely to his palm could not be used in a real battle. It could not be released outside his body to form a killing weapon. Other than climbing Danzhou's cliffs, red palace walls, stealing keys, and stealing kisses from his fiancee, what use was there?
However, Fan Xian was not satisfied. Back then, Ye Liuyun had come to that cliff and left tens of thousands of holes on the beach. He knew there were people in the world who could control the zhenqi released outside their body. Thus, he stubbornly and even foolishly followed this path. Unfortunately, until a long time later, he still had no way.
This was because Fan Xian did not know that other than a strange creature like him, only people in the world who had reached that realm could control the zhenqi released outside their body. Although the swords of the ninth-level aces in the Sword Hut could have a faint sword light, there was a qualitative difference between that and the progress of the human body itself.
The foolish naughty child gradually grew up. The supreme martial method that everyone saw as a treasure became a symbol of stubbornness in his hands. It was not until one day on the shore of the East Sea that he finally felt the zhenqi moving back and forth in his palm. Finally, it gradually extended out a little more. His mind could clearly feel the ripples of aura that were no longer in his body.
Presently, Fan Xian could already feel the ripples of yuanqi between heaven and earth. Of course, he could clearly feel the aura of his zhenqi and be able to control it. Regardless of whether it was because of that foolish and stubborn youth's stubbornness or because of that little booklet, the final result was the invisible sword qi shooting out from the tip of his finger.
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With a sword in hand, how could he stab the illusory bright yellow figure in front of him? The tip of his finger trembled. With just a thought, the sword qi flowed and split the air. Who could dodge it?
The Emperor could not either. In front of this swift and fierce sword qi, he only had time to turn his body. His fist brushed past Fan Xian's shoulder and struck empty air.
Although it struck empty air, the clothes on Fan Xian's left shoulder were still completely shredded. A large hole appeared in the snow behind him. Snowflakes danced in all directions.
The sword qi at the tip of Fan Xian's finger also struck the Emperor. More accurately, it brushed past the Emperor's neck. The invisible sword qi tore open the thin layer of skin on the Emperor's neck. Fresh blood seeped out.
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The opportunity could not be missed. Fan Xian once again spat out a sharp cry from his lips. He forced all of the remaining zhenqi in his body to the tip of his finger. Pressing down through the air, he stabbed again toward the Emperor's eye socket.
The Emperor's punch missed. The paleness of his face deepened. Looking at Fan Xian's finger stabbing toward him again, there was no fear in the Emperor's eyes. On the contrary, a mocking smile rose to the corners of his lips.
The Emperor also extended an index finger and pressed down toward the tip of Fan Xian's finger. His figure floated forward. In an instant, the distance between the two of them shrank to nothing.
The air hissed. In a flash, the tip of the Emperor's finger touched the tip of Fan Xian's finger that was endlessly shooting out sword qi. Two slender index fingers came together. One finger trembled endlessly, but the other was unusually stable.
The air between the two fingers stirred. The light gradually grew brighter, forcing the snowflakes in the air to retreat.
The smile on the corners of the Emperor's lips disappeared. He gently waved his right arm. Holding Dong Mountain in his index finger, he pressed down toward Fan Xian.
With a crack, Fan Xian's index finger completely shattered.
It was as if his body had been struck by a god's hammer. His entire body flew backward like a kite. However, he did not fly backward like he had done earlier. Instead, it was as if his entire body no longer had any strength to support itself. Abruptly, he fell into the snow and was unable to move.
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The ruler and official, father and son, fighting to the death on the snowy ground, seemed to have forgotten about the sword that had missed earlier and the Wei Emperor's sword that had fallen from Fan Xian's hand and whistled toward the front door of Taiji Palace.
However, this pair of father and son did not forget. Because in such a battle, this pair of father and son, who were the strongest in the world, would definitely not make any unnecessary movements or waste any unnecessary strength.
Once the sword flew, there would be a follow-up. The follow-up was the exquisite and complicated decorations on Taiji Palace's secluded front door. When Fan Xian's fingertip spat out a shocking sword qi for the first time, the tightly closed front door of Taiji Palace had strangely opened.
Thirteenth Wang, dressed in cloth clothing, flew out of the pitch-black center of the Qing court. In midair, he caught the Wei Emperor's sword that had fallen from Fan Xian's hand. Bending his right elbow slightly, he swept through the air like lightning. His figure grew slightly. With an explosive roar, he gathered the killing strike he had been accumulating for a long time and viciously stabbed toward the back of the Emperor's neck.
Thirteenth Wang's bravery was unparalleled. The bravery carried by this strike was displayed to the extreme. Compared to the white-clothed Shadow's strike that had jumped out of the sun in the Hanging Temple, it was three times hotter and three times brighter. It was clearly a sneak attack from behind the Emperor, yet it forcefully gave off an open and honorable feeling.
The last disciple of the Sword Hut with a pure heart of swordsmanship had all received Sigu Jian's teachings. That night, he had also gained an understanding of the Tyrannical zhenqi from Fan Xian and Sigu Jian's conversation. At this moment, he had gathered his entire life's cultivation into one strike. It was extremely powerful. If Fan Xian faced this strike, he would probably also be injured.
However, the Emperor seemed to know that a ninth-level ace would suddenly run out from the serene hall behind him and strike Fan Xian to the ground with a finger as heavy as a mountain. His face did not change at all. He didn't turn around. Instead, he swept out his sleeve behind him.
In this life, the Qing Emperor's one punch, one finger, and one sleeve was enough to stand at the peak of the world. No one dared to look up to his light. However, his sleeve was unable to swallow the mountains and rivers and sweep up Thirteenth Wang's heroic strike like a whirlwind and clouds.
In the end, he was a man and not a god. Just as Fan Xian had judged, the Emperor was no longer at his peak. His years of loneliness, old age, and illness, regardless of whether it was physically or mentally, had made him actively or passively choose to step down from the altar.
Thirteenth Wang's explosive cry still echoed through the empty Royal Palace. The Wei Emperor's sword, which was spitting out sword light, had already pierced through the powerful Qing Emperor's dragon sleeve with a whoosh and brushed past the Emperor's chest.
When the Emperor brushed out his sleeve, he had already turned his body slightly. Although Thirteenth Wang's strike was ferocious, it still only brushed past him and only scratched a bit of the Qing Emperor's flesh.
The hand in the Emperor's sleeve had already stretched out like a golden dragon from the clouds. Miraculously, it caught Thirteenth Wang's wrist.
Thirteenth Wang's wrist shook. The Wei Emperor's sword in his hand raised its head like a snake and pierced toward the Qing Emperor's chin from an impossible angle. The Qing Emperor gave a muffled grunt. His shoulder moved back delicately and crashed into Thirteenth Wang's chest. With a crack, Thirteenth Wang sprayed out a mouthful of blood. Who knew how many of his ribs were broken?
He felt a powerful force shake him away. With a muffled grunt, a bright red light flared in his eyes. Disregarding his life and death, he reached out with a backhand and grabbed the Emperor's right hand tightly, unwilling to let go.
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At this critical moment, a flower shadow flashed out from behind Thirteenth Wang. It was as if she had not been there earlier. She flashed out cleanly and naturally like a returning traveler longing for hot water or a flowering tree in the wind and snow needing warmth. She naturally grabbed the Emperor's other hand, left hand.
Haitang Duoduo had come. This Northern Qi saint girl, the present leader of Tianyi Dao, was like a quiet and weak woman attached to the Qing Emperor's side. Beside the Qing Emperor's sleeve, she was like a cloud or a petal that could not be shaken off or shaken off. Blindly close and naturally, it made one loathe and feel fear in one's heart.
For some reason, Haitang did not choose to attack the Qing Emperor's vitals. Instead, she released all of her cultivation and wrapped around the Qing Emperor's left hand.
The Qing Emperor's eyes were unusually cold and calm. His already thin face seemed to grow even thinner. His eyes sunk in deeply. His face was pale. He knew that the young man holding his hands was someone the two old fellows had left behind to deal with him. However, his expression still did not change. Only a bell-like ringing sound rang out from his not-so-strong chest.
Powerful zhenqi instantly invaded the bodies of the two young superior ninth-level aces. In a breath, Thirteenth Wang's right arm began to scorch and wither. It began to shake as numerous streaks of fresh blood flowed out from his nose, ears, and mouth.
Haitang Duoduo's condition was not good either. A mouthful of fresh blood spat out from between her lips. Her body also began to tremble violently. It was as if she could be shaken into the snow by the Emperor at any moment.
The snowy ground of Taiji Palace was beginning to be dyed with blood red. Fan Xian lay dejectedly in the snow not far away. It was as if he could no longer move. It was as if no one could help Haitang and Thirteenth Wang. These two young people who had once been publicly acknowledged by the Great Grandmasters as the most likely to enter the Grandmaster realm were going to die at the hands of the only remaining Great Grandmaster in the world?
A sense of wariness flashed through the Emperor's heart. Although he had been wary of everything since last night, he had never been arrogant because of his Great Grandmaster realm. He was not Sigu Jian. He did not give Fan Xian and his people any chances. Although he had not discovered the variable he feared the most had happened until now in Taiji Palace, this sense of wariness still made him narrow his eyes and look at the patch of snow in front of him that was dripping with a red hue.
Wherever the Emperor's gaze touched, the snowy ground seemed to begin to melt rapidly. This was not the Emperor's gaze burning. Indeed, from the moment Fan Xian's fingertips spat out sword qi, the snowy ground below had begun to melt.
All of this had happened in a flash. The Qing Emperor had wounded Fan Xian with one finger and locked down the two young aces with his hands. Only then did the snowy ground truly melt and loosen.
Under the snowy ground was a white-clothed man.
This was the foremost assassin in the world, the King who forever walked in the dark, the head of the Sixth Bureau of the Overwatch Council, the foremost disciple of the Sword Hut in Dongyi, and the Shadow beside the wheelchair. In his life, he had only worn white twice.
The first time was in the Hanging Temple. He had leaped out of the sun. His entire body seemed to be enveloped in golden light like a banished immortal. The second time was today. He had been born from the snowy ground. His entire body was pure white like a saint.
The Shadow had attacked in white twice. Both times, he had faced the same person, the most powerful person in the world. Thus, the Shadow's attack today was the most powerful and sinister attack he had ever made.
Unlike Fan Xian and Thirteenth Wang, his sword seemed to be white. There was no light on it. It looked simple, unadorned, and dim.
His sword was also very simple. It wasn't particularly fast, but it was very stable. The angle he chose was very strange. The angle at which the sword was slanted and the turn of the sword's surface were all according to a calculated direction. It was stretched out without the slightest tremble.
This attack was too strange. It did not pierce the Qing Emperor's face, eye sockets, throat, abdomen, or any other fatal spot. It also did not pierce the toes, knees, or waist, which were unusual choices. Instead, it pierced toward the Emperor's left thigh.
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With a squelch, even someone as powerful as the Emperor could not dodge the Shadow's attack. The slightly white tip of the sword gently pierced into the Emperor's thigh, sending out a spray of blood.
The Shadow was an assassin. His life was to kill. In his eyes, there was no one he could not kill. Just like how many people thought that a wound to the thigh could not cause a fatal injury, the Shadow knew that there was a blood gate at the base of the thigh. Once it was broken, blood would spray 50 feet into the air. No one could survive.
Although this sword had pierced shallowly into the base of the Emperor's thigh, it was not enough to kill this powerful man. That blood gate had not been pierced through. The Shadow, lying in the snow, was like a focused butcher. His speed was steady and careful as he flicked upwards.
The Emperor's face was even whiter than the sky full of snow. In the instant the white-clothed Shadow struck out, he was actually already retreating. Bringing Haitang and Thirteenth Wang, who had bound his hands, he slid on the snowy ground and retreated backward.
However, the white-clothed Shadow still pierced this attack.
The Emperor felt a glimmer of pain. His pupils constricted slightly. Then, he became a dragon in the wind and snow, sweeping up all of the snowflakes around him, everyone, all of the sword intent, and all of the resistance. Enveloping everyone present, he floated up in the snow in front of Taiji Palace.
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Of course, the Emperor is not dead. I was worried that everyone would not be happy when they read to this point, so I had wanted to finish writing all of this today. In the end, it was too difficult. I was about to go crazy from writing, but I could only write to this point. I was almost unable to hold on. However, I did my best. I am very happy.
PS: While I am happy, I recommend a new book to everyone. It is written by Ya Yian. The book number is 1126363. Let me clarify, this is not a recommendation because I do not know this author. I am just one of Tan Lang's loyal readers. Although he is known as the supervisor, I think a good book is not afraid of a eunuch, right? Ha ha, I believe in the quality of the things he writes, so I naturally recommend it for everyone to enjoy.
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