In the study.
Fang Xian lay on the soft chair, quietly reading a book.
After a long time, he suddenly put down the book and tapped the armchair with his right hand. His eyes flashed. "Xiaohu … still hasn't given up."
Yu Xiaohu had once wanted to be his disciple.
After all, everyone in the Pugilistic World knew about the legend of White Tiger Seven Murders.
Whoever could be imparted by the White Tiger Deity might become the next White Tiger Deity!
Unfortunately, Fang Xian had never accepted it.
After all, he only had a friendship with Yu Longjiao, not the Yu family.
Moreover, the new White Tiger's Seven Slaughtering Evil Technique had been modified by him and incorporated the essence of the Dragon and Tiger Strength Indestructible Divine Technique and other techniques. It could already be called the world's number one lost technique. It was mysterious and unpredictable, and had the chance to seize the fortune of heaven and earth.
If it were to get out and fall into the hands of those with evil intentions, it might not be a good thing.
As for the Pugilistic World's regret after his death, it had nothing to do with him.
Fang Xian rested for a while before getting up and going to the study table.
On the table, yellow paper, scissors, cinnabar, brush, and other items were neatly arranged.
He calmed himself down and dipped the brush in cinnabar, drawing a talisman on the yellow paper.
As the brush moved, a strange talisman appeared on the yellow paper. It was done in one go.
Fang Xian let out a long breath. He folded the yellow paper and cut the shape of a small sword with the scissors.
"Go!"
Immediately after, he injected his mental energy into the yellow paper. A yellow ray flashed in the void.
The talisman sword flew out and stabbed into the rosewood cabinet in front of him, sinking about an inch deep.
This was the Imperial Sword Technique!
The secret technique of the Qingyuan Palace was like a magical technique!
When Fang Xian searched the world for secret techniques, he found that only the Buddhist and Daoist legacies could barely catch his eye.
The Dragon-Tiger Strength Indestructible Vajra Divine Ability was similar to the White Tiger Seven Slaughter Evil Technique, but he had spent the most effort on this Imperial Sword Technique!
According to the ancient books, the real Imperial Sword Technique had three levels. One had to be a grandmaster and be in harmony with the world to practice it!
The first level was' Paper Cuts as Soldiers, Talismans as Swords'!
Using blood essence mixed with cinnabar, special yellow paper, and talismans, one could create a flying sword. Controlling it with one's mind, one could take a person's head within a hundred steps.
The second level was' Plant and Wood as Sword '. One had to plant a plant and use a special formula every day, and then irrigate it with their heart's blood. One had to be able to connect their hearts and minds. After dozens of years, they would be able to create a wooden sword that could move unhindered and unstoppable.
Back then, Sword Daoist was at this level.
However, at these two levels, when using the flying sword, a large portion of the user's mental energy would be drawn, causing the user to be unable to move. This was a major flaw.
Finally, the third level was to use one's own bloodline to refine a 'Blood Refined Steel Sword'. At the same time, one would be able to use a flying sword while moving.
The day the sword was completed, it could be said to be invincible!
"This craftsmanship hasn't fallen behind …"
Fang Xian cleaned up the traces and smiled slowly.
…
Half a year flew by.
Fang Xian was dying of old age.
His fear of death tormented him day and night.
He had never been so weak before, because until death, no one could guarantee that they would be able to reincarnate again!
Perhaps this time, death would be real death!
"So … I want to … live!"
Fang Xian walked out of the Golden Breeze Drizzle Building, looked at the world wrapped in silver, and stepped onto a horse carriage.
He had some thoughts of returning to his roots, and wanted to return to Wavering Phoenix County.
Of course, he had to make early preparations for his funeral. He would first let people burn him to ashes, and then scatter his ashes into the Great Green Mountain. He would first grind his bones to ashes, and ensure that no one else would be able to whip his corpse.
"Xiaohu, go back, there's no need to send me off!"
Fang Xian was covered with a thick silk quilt, and said to Yu Xiaohu, who was sending him off.
"Big Grandpa …"
Yu Xiaohu knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
Although he did not take Fang Xian as his master, he had received many pointers. Furthermore, the 'White Tiger Seven Slaughter Evil Technique' could not be passed on, but Fang Xian did not mind the other martial arts, and could be considered half a master.
…
Wind and snow intertwined, and there was only one horse carriage on the official road.
Fang Xian felt that his life was like a candle in the wind, and could be extinguished at any time.
"There's … no more hope."
Previously, he had pinned his hopes on the 'Record of Dongxuan', but after trying it once, he almost could not control his mind, and did not dare to continue.
As he grew old, the chances of him going berserk were higher, and he might even die suddenly, and it was even more impossible for him to comprehend it.
He also understood that even with the help of the attribute window, his cultivation level was still too low, and he could not overcome that threshold many times.
After all, after comprehending it once, the difficulty he had to face the next time would be even greater!
Just as Fang Xian was reminiscing, the horse carriage suddenly came to a stop.
"Bao Shenglong, please fight with White Tiger Deity."
A young voice came from the front. It was the new Great Grandmaster from the north!
"I'm old, I'm actually blocked by someone …"
Fang Xian shook his head, walked out of the carriage door, and saw a figure with a straight back, like a javelin, standing in the snow.
His body emitted hot air, like a furnace, and cleared the snow around him.
"Cough, cough …"
Fang Xian coughed. "This world belongs to you young people, why do you want to make things difficult for an old man like me? Moreover … I have some friendship with your ancestors. "
"I've pursued martial arts all my life, how can I not challenge the supreme martial artist? I won't regret it even if I die nine times! "
Bao Shenglong shouted loudly.
Agitated, Fang Xian's body surged with vital energy, as if he was about to materialize the world-famous White Tiger Deity.
However, the airflow was turbulent, and in the end, he did not succeed.
The White Tiger Dharma Form could only be materialized by the combination of essence, energy, and spirit, and Fang Xian's essence and qi were already insufficient.
He sighed faintly, and like a flickering shadow, he disappeared into the dense forest by the roadside.
Even if he won, he would die of old age soon, so what was the use of a false reputation?
"This …"
Bao Shenglong was dumbfounded.
The Supreme Martial Artist of the world had actually fled without even making a move?
Even with his state of mind as a Great Grandmaster, he could not help but be shocked, and immediately chased after him. "The winner hasn't been decided, how can he leave?"
"He … ran away!"
In the original place, a few figures appeared, their auras faint. "Haha … White Tiger Deity actually ran away? I told you, you're all as timid as mice, and Bao Shenglong took advantage of you … "
"It seems that the rumors are true, this old thing is finally going to die!"
"Hehe, he's old and weak, and his vital energy is declining. How much ferocity can this White Tiger Deity have left?"
"We must avenge our sects today, chase after him!"
These people were excited, and they had a sense of breaking a legend, so they chased into the dense forest.
Immediately, they saw a shocking blood-colored rainbow!
The shocking rainbow flashed, and Bao Shenglong's head fell off.
"Blood Refined Steel Sword?!"
A mysterious person screamed, turned around, and ran.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
The blood-colored rainbow seemed to have eyes, and it flew down, killing all Grand Masters and Martial Grandmasters with one strike!
Outside the pool of blood, Fang Xian's figure slowly appeared.
"Although the body is declining, the spirit is not. The lifespan of the soul is far longer than the body … The Blood Refined Steel Sword and the technique of doing two things at once are indeed very difficult to practice, and even a Great Grandmaster can't master it, but I have a cheat …"
He sighed, and suddenly said, "200 years, the White Tiger is the supreme of the world, and when he is old, he has nothing to do, and the flying sword beheads people …"
His figure turned and disappeared into the dense forest.
This was also the last time Fang Xian appeared in the Jianghu …
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