An ice spear filled with Qi was as fast as a rainbow as it pierced towards Hsu Fengnian's chest.
Hsu Fengnian pushed out the narrow saber from the sheath and brushed past the spear and Tuoba Bodhisattva who was holding it.
A piece of flesh was torn off Hsu Fengnian's shoulder but a string of scarlet blood was left in the air beside Hsu Fengnian.
Hsu Fengnian turned around. On the brink of death, there was no lingering fear in his heart. He only felt some regret. If Tuoba Bodhisattva had chosen this moment to decide the victor, Hsu Fengnian was confident that he could win with a heavy injury that could be temporarily suppressed.
He could chop off an arm.
However, Tuoba Bodhisattva gave up on this battlefield. He would rather use Hsu Fengnian's Qi to cut a bloody groove on his back.
After the avalanche, Hsu Fengnian sat cross-legged on the ground and panted heavily. He believed that Tuoba Bodhisattva would also be healing at the foot of the mountain.
Now, the two of them were no longer fighting over the speed of breathing. They were fighting to end the battle quickly, deciding life and death in one move.
Hsu Fengnian lay lazily in the snow and looked at the sky. He muttered, "Life is as lonely as an avalanche."
— —
A large river cut through the canyon and passed through the vast mountain chain that stretched for three thousand miles. It finally flowed into the sea in Nanzhao.
Hsu Fengnian's forehead was poked by Tuoba Bodhisattva's finger when he was drinking water by the river. He crashed into the bottom of the river.
Out of his ten flying swords, six of them were only an inch and a half away from piercing into Tuoba Bodhisattva's temples, eyes, and heart.
Tuoba Bodhisattva punched wildly on the river surface, staring at Hsu Fengnian who could not jump out of the water. He punched in the river, trying to kill Hsu Fengnian by suffocating him to death at the bottom of the river.
Tuoba Bodhisattva 'walked' on the river surface for a total of one hundred and twenty miles.
In the end, Tuoba Bodhisattva who forcefully reversed his Qi not only had his arms drooped down, but also blood flowed from his ears, nose, and mouth.
When Hsu Fengnian floated out of the water like a corpse, Tuoba Bodhisattva who could no longer move his arms could only step on him.
Tuoba Bodhisattva knew that he would step on a flying sword controlled by Hsu Fengnian and his foot would be pierced by the flying sword, but he did not hesitate.
Xu Fengnian was stepped on in the chest and was once again stepped into the mud at the bottom of the river.
For some reason, Tuoba Bodhisattva could not find Xu Fengnian's corpse, nor could he find Xu Fengnian's remaining aura.
This young vassal king seemed to have evaporated from the human world..
Just as Tuoba Bodhisattva, who had searched along the river for an entire night to no avail, was planning to return to the Liang Mang border, at dawn, Tuoba Bodhisattva saw the young man who refused to obediently report to the King of Hell no matter what.
He slowly walking out of the river's's
The long sword on his back was nowhere to be seen.
He bit the scabbard with his mouth and held the sword with both hands.
Both of them did not cross the river. Instead, they slowly walked upstream.
Hsu Fengnian was recuperating while Tuoba Bodhisattva was increasing his chances of winning.
— —
After nearly a decade of chasing and killing, both sides ran for thousands of miles. In a dark night with heavy rain that was rarely seen in the Western Region, they finally welcomed the final battle.
It was a simple collision, just like the charge of Liang Mang's cavalry. There was nothing fancy about it.
Hsu Fengnian stabbed Tuoba Bodhisattva's abdomen with both hands.
Tuoba Bodhisattva punched Hsu Fengnian's forehead as he retreated.
In the end, Hsu Fengnian first let go of the sword in his hand. Then, he held the sword with one hand. Then, he pinched the sword with two fingers. In the end, he could only push the sword with one finger.
When Hsu Fengnian completely let go of the sword, Tuoba Bodhisattva, who had a hole in his abdomen, fell back heavily.
Hsu Fengnian, whose hair was disheveled, fell straight back.
Tuoba Bodhisattva lay in the mud. He stretched out a trembling hand. Since he could not hold the hilt, he directly held the blade and pulled it out from his abdomen. He used his other elbow to support himself and sat up with difficulty.
Hsu Fengnian still did not move.
Tuoba Bodhisattva felt relieved. He smiled and coughed up blood. He looked at the sword in his hand. "What a pity."
Tuoba Bodhisattva suddenly raised his head. He was stunned and his face was full of bitterness.
A sword suddenly flew over and cut through the rain.
It was the "Release" sword!
It was only at this moment that Tuoba Bodhisattva realized that the sword that had disappeared was actually waiting for this moment. It was waiting for the crucial moment when he, Tuoba Bodhisattva, seemed to have won.
To do this, there had to be no deviation in time and place. In order to set up this trap, that person had to take a huge risk and split his attention to "worry" about the flying sword that was "far away in the sky" before he attacked with his sword.
Before that, he had to first guide the flying sword and then accurately kill him who was "right in front of him".
It was said that Li Yang's cat had died in this way.
Tuoba Bodhisattva sighed softly. Originally, he only needed half an hour to recover and he could easily get rid of that young man.
Tuoba Bodhisattva did not regret it too much. He just felt a little regretful and aggrieved.
Was there enough time?
There was no time.
Who would have thought that there would be a day when Tuoba Bodhisattva placed his hopes on someone else?
Tuoba Bodhisattva closed his eyes.
Suddenly, an old man with a head full of snow stood in front of Tuoba Bodhisattva. He stretched out a finger and blocked the flying sword.
The flying sword that could not take the head seemed to be wailing.
It was extremely miserable.
Hsu Fengnian, who was lying in the mud, maintained his last bit of clarity. He roughly guessed the identity of this person. The creator of Beimang's spider web, the shadow prime minister Li Mibi.
The old man smiled. "You have to know that in order to stop Xu Yanbing and Tantai Ningjing, this Old Man had to reach here first. We paid the price of more than sixty masters! In the future, the Beimang Jianghu can no longer be called Jianghu. "
The old man seemed to be exchanging pleasantries, but his movements did not stop at all. After breaking the flying sword, he went straight to Hsu Fengnian in the heavy rain and laughed. "Hsu Fengnian, you have lost honorably. Moreover, you only lost to Tianming. Xu Xiao most likely won't blame you."
At this moment, Hsu Fengnian only felt a splash of water by his ear.
He did not know that a red sandalwood box had landed heavily near him. A young woman who had finally arrived after riding a sword for six thousand miles did not look at Hsu Fengnian. She only said in a low voice, "You're not allowed to die!"
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