Niao Ni
Chapter 727: Snow on Cang Mountain, Frost on the Sword (I)
Goose feather-like snowflakes fell gently in the cold palace. Suddenly, four sword lights illuminated the somewhat dim heavens and earth. Four elusive, extraordinarily eerie traces appeared in the air. Within each trace was a heart-stopping sword light, making it impossible to discern which sword came first and which would arrive last.
Yet, unlike the killing intent contained within these four sword lights, the momentum of the sword went forth unrestrained, mingling with the wind and snow of heaven and earth, like a roe deer hanging its horns, wonderfully beyond words, its landing point unknown.
In an instant, Fan Xian had floated before the Emperor. His right sleeve billowed, every muscle beneath surging with the most astonishing energy. In a flash of lightning and flint, he drew and sheathed his sword, stabbing four times in rapid succession!
Four sword intents descended from heaven and earth. Each sword pierced a snowflake falling in the heavens and earth. Then, they struck beside the Emperor's hair, at the edge of his sleeves, before his imperial boots, outside his dragon robe… All missed!
All four swords missed in an instant. Especially the last sword, which was only an inch away from the Emperor's abdomen. Yet, it was precisely this inch that seemed like a vast distance, the sword's momentum exhausted, like a waterfall run dry, no longer able to surge, no longer able to approach.
The Emperor casually flicked his wide sleeves. Before these four swords that illuminated the gloomy winter palace, he danced freely on the snow, seemingly effortlessly and casually, yet with exquisite precision, avoiding Fan Xian's long-prepared, lightning-fast four swords.
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Not the disregarding-front-and-back of Sigu Jian. The four swords that Fan Xian thrust out in an instant carried more of the Tianyi Dao's aura of closeness to heaven and earth. Only in this way could they, under the cover of the wind and snow, borrow the momentum of the snowflakes, swift as lightning yet as soft as falling snow, stabbing towards Qing Emperor's body, forcing him to not launch a thunderous counterattack immediately.
These four sword breaths did not contain the cold-blooded ruthlessness of the Dongyi City Sword Cottage. On the contrary, they were inviting, thus giving Fan Xian the opportunity to get close. However, these four swords, deeply imbued with the essence of Tianyi Dao's momentum, still did not cause any harm to the Emperor. He didn't even retreat a step, still standing steadily and calmly in place, as if he hadn't moved at all.
The Grandmaster's cultivation realm was indeed not a level that ordinary people could touch. Before these four swords that had come by borrowing the power of heaven and earth, the Emperor had resolved them so easily.
The tip of the Da Wei Son of Heaven Sword kept humming and trembling before that bright yellow dragon robe, as if sensing a kind of despair and frustration, wanting to lower its head and accept its fate, yet unwilling, struggling desperately. The four snowflakes pierced through the sword's body also began to show signs of dissipating.
Unlike the sword in his hand, Fan Xian's face showed no disappointment. He was still calm, but the light in his eyes had suddenly disappeared, turning into a dead, silent darkness, emotionless and insensitive, leaving only the intent to kill.
His eyes were like Sigu Jian's eyes, full of soaring killing intent, piercing through the green trees straight to the sky, with absolutely no emotional entanglement, only indifference. The sword in his hand also became a lifeless object at this moment, a fierce weapon that only non-saints could use. A deathly coldness instantly turned the four dissipating snowflakes on the sword into a sheet of ice, solidified like a mirror.
The clothes on his right shoulder suddenly tore, and a series of crackling sounds rang out. Two cycles of Fan Xian's internal energy rapidly circulated, colliding and struggling with each other, breaking through the acupoints on his shoulder, rushing through the Yangming Meridian straight to the elbow, reaching the wrist gate, and then sending the sword hilt forward.
His right arm seemed to be flung out, violently flung out, wielding the sword with the force of Da Pi Guan (Great Coffin Split)! The sword's momentum, which had already reached the end of its rope, suddenly encountered a new vista, and instantly grew a foot longer, stabbing straight at Qing Emperor's dragon robe!
This was the true sword, the sword that Sigu Jian had granted Fan Xian before his death, ruthless and heartless, fiercely killing without return. One glance captivates a city, two glances captivate a nation, three glances captivate the hearts of the people, four glances frequently plan for the world, and even if not for the world, it slays the monarch!
Wind and snow raged in the cold palace. The Da Wei Son of Heaven Sword also turned into a snow sword, extremely cold, extremely resolute, leaving no retreat, no room for turning back, stabbing forward without hesitation!
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A heart-stopping rubbing sound rang out, only for an instant, but it sounded like countless years in Fan Xian's ears, very long, and finally stopped.
Two well-maintained fingers, like white jade shoots, steadily and coldly夹住了the Da Wei Son of Heaven Sword. The rubbing sound was the sound produced between the cold sword body and these two fingers. Half of the ice on the sword's body had already been pinched off by the fingers. At this time, these two fingers were夾住了in the middle of the sword body, and faint hot mist was rising outwards from the two fingers!
Even if the Emperor was a Grandmaster, he would not underestimate Fan Xian's sword, because this sword was too indifferent, too bloodthirsty and fierce. The sword body actually broke through his two fingers, forcibly advancing half the length of the sword.
The Emperor finally took a step back. However, his body and the tip of the Da Wei Son of Heaven Sword still maintained a distance of one inch. Fan Xian still could not break through this inch and truly touch the Emperor's dragon robe.
The Emperor coldly looked at his son, who was close at hand. The beard under his jaw also condensed some frost, looking especially terrifying. The knuckles of the two fingers夾住了the Da Wei Son of Heaven Sword were slightly white. The majestic, domineering *zhenqi*, like thousands of lakes, rivers, and seas, surged out from these two fingers.
With a gentle twist, the extremely sharp Da Wei Son of Heaven Sword, in the Emperor's fingers, actually bent like a noodle! However, the Da Wei Son of Heaven Sword was ultimately a royal treasure of that year. Under such terrifying Grandmaster suppression, it still had not broken!
Fan Xian was extremely close to the Emperor. He maintained a small lunge posture, his right leg slightly retracted and crouched low, his whole body maintaining a perfect line, not revealing any flaws, giving people a feeling that there was nowhere to attack.
However, he was holding the Da Wei Son of Heaven Sword in his hand. He was not Sigu Jian after all. This sword was not himself, but was connected to his body, and at this moment, it was like a very beautiful character 大, suddenly having some clumsy extra strokes.
Violent *zhenqi*, like a great river, surged over from the Da Wei Son of Heaven Sword. Fan Xian's tiger's mouth spurted blood, but he did not withdraw his sword, because he knew that at this time, the first battle was for willpower, and the second battle was for determination. The momentum must not be夺by the enemy. The coldness in his eyes grew stronger and stronger, and the *zhenqi* in his body also began to喷surge out.
Fan Xian bravely did not withdraw his sword. However, the Emperor withdrew his fingers.
The Da Wei Son of Heaven Sword, bent to the extreme,弾了起来like lightning, like a回马鞭, slashing towards Fan Xian's face. Fan Xian's pupils could clearly see that extremely bright sword light.
And the frost on that half of the sword body also cracked rapidly with this弾, exploding on the sword body of the Da Wei Son of Heaven Sword, turning into countless fine ice particles, exploding between the Emperor and Fan Xian!
Fan Xian尖叫, released his tiger's mouth, his wrist drooped down like lightning,反握剑柄, the lower footsteps staggered eight steps on the snow,倒踢金檐,仰首欲退!
However, with this仰首, the perfect and fierce defense he had营织ed previously immediately冰销雪融, and his body became凌乱for a while.
The Emperor's figure呼啸as a gust of wind, straight at Fan Xian's body, ordinary and simple, simply轰a punch, directly轰to Fan Xian's chest!
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With a muffled sound, Fan Xian's body was轰ed out by this seemingly轻描淡写 punch. The whole person was击成了a snowflake fluttering in the sky,飘飘袅袅, 凄凄惨惨, 浑不着力, transformed countless figures in the air,倒翻ed seven or eight跟斗s,掠过ed dozens of丈 of废园荒雪地, and finally十分惨烈fell to the snow in the extremely distant place.
A large area of snow was震起, dozens of dead grasses were压碎ed, Fan Xian捂着his chest, a mouthful of blood喷了出来, but still steadfastly stood, staring at the Emperor in the distance.
No one could飞掠 dozens of丈 in the air without a reason. Even if he took the Emperor's王道杀拳, the huge force that was so strong that he couldn't resist it was impossible to击飞 a person横着 dozens of丈.
Because the human body is是有重要的, after all, it is not possible to be a real snowflake. Back on Da Dong Mountain, even if Sigu Jian was击飞 by Qing Emperor with a punch, Sigu Jian also滚out like a stone in the Dongshan Qing Temple, miserably撞响ing that bell.
And who could like Fan Xian previously,飞掠 so far in the air - really like snowflakes.
The Emperor coldly glanced at the official boot he was捏着 in his hand, and frowned slightly at the section of cold, reflective metal tip刺出来 from the toe of the boot. Previously, his punch击 in Fan Xian's chest. At the same time as Fan Xian was击飞, he even had the intention of 以命换命, kicking out a foot from under his shirt extremely insidiously. The toe of the foot was this metal tip, which was obviously fed with poison.
The Emperor扔了the boot into the snow, squinted his eyes, looked at Fan Xian standing with difficulty in the distance, and said, "Small tricks can't do big things."
Fan Xian咳ed twice, coughing up blood, took out a 精钢thin plate from the chest of his shirt with some difficulty, and扔了it on the snow at his feet, and said, "But small tricks can save lives."
A handprint had already been击出来的on the 精钢thin plate, but strangely, it was not the Emperor's拳印, but the印记 on the back of a横着 hand.
When the Emperor's王道a punch was about to轰to Fan Xian's chest, in addition to kicking out that insidious foot from under the shirt, Fan Xian's left arm滑行ed naturally in the wind and snow, landing extremely quickly in front of his body,护在了before the vital point.
However, where was his大劈棺散手 a match for the Wangdao punch击 from the Emperor's Grandmaster strength? He was破开 the封势 in a摧枯拉朽 way, and the Emperor's fist压迫ed his palm, and finally击 hit hard on his chest, so he left the印记 on the back of the横着 hand.
With a鐵板hidden in his chest, at the last moment, he调集ed the Tianyi Dao *zhenqi* in the small cycle to护住 his heart, plus the缓冲 of his own palm, finally allowing Fan Xian to 保住 his life under such a terrifying punch.
The war between Qing Emperor and Fan Xian, father and son, only started for a moment, and they had already been分隔 dozens of丈, viewing each other隔风雪, and had already分出了胜负. No matter how fully prepared Fan Xian was, the huge gap between strengths, the 神妙 of the Grandmaster, could never be弥补ed by努力.
From the moment of拔剑, Fan Xian had successively used the Tianyi Dao借势法门, the精妙自然剑法习自 Haitang, and finally凝雪成霜,送ing with the大劈棺之势 of the Ye family, combining these four swords of Tianyi Dao into the 绝杀a sword习自 Sigu Jian!
And the last 脚尖的阴险一踢, the iron plate in the chest, was naturally the skill练出来的 by Uncle Wu Zhu from the hammering since childhood, Fan Xian's 小手段赖以成名, and the foundation for催发ing these magical skills and融汇贯通ing them was naturally the domineering *zhenqi* that Fan Xian had been diligently修行ing for more than 20 years and had already become a part of his body.
There were four Grandmasters plus a blind man in the world. The most顶尖 martial arts in the world were all展现出来 in Fan Xian alone. Only Fan Xian in this world had such good luck and could learn so many精妙本事. From another perspective, it was precisely because the dead or departed strongmen had placed the last hope of resisting Qing Emperor on Fan Xian that he was able to fight the Emperor today fairly.
However, even the long-prepared连环三击, the supreme绝学习自 Grandmasters, still did not讨到 any advantage in front of the Emperor. From beginning to end, the Emperor only退一步,出了two fingers, and轰了out a punch,击打ing Fan Xian into a重伤 state. How could this kind of gap be拉近ed by苦练冥思?
A 9th-Rank Upper expert was already an extremely rare巅峰人物 in this world. With Fan Xian's current cultivation, he could go anywhere in the world. However, facing a Grandmaster, no one had ever imagined that a 9th-Rank Upper expert would have any possibility of challenging beyond his level.
Today, in the wind and snow, Fan Xian was able to逼退 the Emperor, and survive the Emperor's punch, which was enough to shock the world and be enough for him to be proud of.
Coughing blood, Fan Xian 脱了another official boot, 赤裸着双足 standing in the cold snow,双眼微眯, and an unprecedented豪情 and 信心 was born in his eyes. This kind of emotion that seemed a little abrupt under the crushing defeat was not because he had逼退ed the Emperor, nor because he had survived, but because there was a affirmation of self-judgment in his calm inner heart.
——陛下 is already老了.
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During the seven days of seclusion in the Fan residence, in addition to considering those matters of psychological warfare and preserving the lives of the people he loved, what Fan Xian thought about the most was the question of the Emperor's current real situation. What exactly was the Grandmaster's realm like? Fan Xian had seen Ye Liuyun出手, and seen Sigu Jian, but this was different from that. Since Grandmasters were said to be unfathomable, how could he assess the Emperor's true strength?
Fortunately, in Dongyi City, before Sigu Jian died, this Grandmaster had参详ed with Fan Xian for a long time about the Qing Emperor's realm and had reached a judgment that, although somewhat vague, was extremely close to the truth.
Qing Emperor's cultivation reached perfection. It was precisely when he was伐北 that the domineering *zhenqi* in his body exceeded the critical value, and he撕毁ed all the meridians in his body, thus becoming a useless person. As a result, he somehow not only became as good as new, but also became the fourth Grandmaster in the world.
Fan Xian's meridians had also爆裂 over, but with the help of Haitang Duoduo and under the conditioning of the Tianyi Dao's natural method, he had been very fortunate to修复 his meridians. But how did the Emperor survive back then?
Sigu Jian had交过手 with Qing Emperor on Da Dong Mountain. He told Fan Xian his judgment. Now, the Qing Emperor's body no longer had the so-called meridians that humans should have, and the entire person's flesh had become a通窍, with *zhenqi* traveling in the body without any滞碍. Both his exhalation and inhalation were so fast that they were令人瞠目结舌, and because there were no longer any restrictions from the meridians, the Qing Emperor's domineering *zhenqi* could continue to be cultivated and accumulated indefinitely, until a realm that no human dared to奢望.
Grandmasters each had their own methods for breaking through the realm. Some relied on their sense of closeness to heaven and earth, while others relied on the cold and厉心意 that regarded heaven and earth as nothing. However, Qing Emperor did not completely walk the path of self-questioning his inner self to break through that layer, but stubbornly and unceasingly strengthened his cultivation. The domineering *zhenqi* in his body蕴成ed into a sea, and the qualitative change was achieved by quantitative change.
This was the Qing Emperor's most terrifying strength. It was only by relying on the endless *zhenqi* in his body and the exceptionally fast exhalation and inhalation method that he was able to渡in a half of the lake with one finger on Da Dong Mountain,送ing half of the countless *zhenqi* that he had cultivated for decades into Grandmaster Ku He's body,撑破ing that皮囊.
If he could truly determine the true face of Qing Emperor's Grandmaster realm, then there would be a question that was worth considering deeply. Qing Emperor had accumulated霸道真气for decades. By渡ing half of it into Ku He's body, such a large loss would naturally be worth it to kill a Grandmaster, but the Qing Emperor was probably going to spend many years弥补ing that half of the loss.
Ordinary martial arts practitioners only needed several days of冥思, perhaps they could let their *zhenqi* recover as before. Even if the *zhenqi* in their bodies was损耗ed by half, it would take at most a few months to调养. However, the Qing Emperor's path was different from anyone else in the world from the beginning. At most, the *zhenqi* in other people's bodies was a pond. Even those few Grandmasters were at most a small lake. However, their methods of using the small lake could隐然 let the lake water evaporate, taking the path of 神妙其技.
However, the Qing Emperor's body was a sea. With half of it gone, he was afraid that he would not be able to重新填回 it in just three years.
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Half of the ocean was still unfathomable and could not be resisted by Fan Xian. However, Qing Emperor had been constantly承受ing blows these years. The Kyoto rebellion, the sadness of his son's and mother's deaths, and his thoughts were probably损. And in the autumn of last year, the damage caused to the Emperor by the black wheelchair in the Imperial Study probably could not be completely healed. Even for a Grandmaster, Chen Pingping's methods could not be completely immune.
If the Emperor was still the Emperor before Da Dong Mountain, even the Emperor who smiled gently three years ago, who seemed mediocre but was actually cold and厲, Fan Xian would have no chance at all. Fan Xian knew the scene on Da Dong Mountain very clearly. He knew how terrible the power of the Emperor's王道杀拳 was.
And the Emperor's punch today was obviously not as good as the one on Da Dong Mountain. No matter how many life-saving skills Fan Xian used, and even used the set of breathing techniques that he had been藏在箱子底, Fan Xian was still alive. If it was the original Emperor, I am afraid that this punch would have directly轰碎ed Fan Xian's palm, the iron plate under his clothes, and directly轰ed half of his body into pieces.
This was enough to prove that the Emperor had already走下了神坛. He was老了, and far from as powerful as he used to be.
Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at the Emperor on the other side of the wind and snow. Blood seeped from the corners of his lips, but he had a very refreshing smile on his face. It was rare for him to have such a 快意 battle that was not afraid of life and death in his life, and he smelled a faint hint of victory, which was really爽快.
The Emperor also looked at his son through the sky full of wind and snow. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and a cold light flashed and disappeared in his eyes. He knew very well why Fan Xian was able to活下来 from his punch. It was not because of that insidious foot, nor because of the palm that the other party妙到毫巅ly擋在in front of his fist, and even less likely because of that ridiculous steel plate.
It was because of Fan Xian's 身法, the 身法 that 飘掠ed out for dozens of丈 in the snowy sky, as 飘然 and weightless as a snowflake.
It was precisely because it was飘然 and weightless that at least most of the *zhenqi* power of the Emperor's王道a punch was completely 耗损ed in this long snowy sky, and did not truly落 on Fan Xian's body.
The question was, where did Fan Xian's 身法 come from? No one in this world could横掠 dozens of丈 in the air and become as weightless as he was.
The Emperor's eyes眯ed even more. He found that he could not see through his son at all. He did not know how many surprises Fan Xian still had waiting for him.
"You already have Hong Si Yang's strength." The Emperor's voice clearly entered Fan Xian's ears through the sky full of wind and snow.
Fan Xian's expression凝, knew that this was the Emperor's supreme affirmation of him. In those days, except for the four Grandmasters, Hong Gonggong's strength was the most unfathomable. The Emperor had once said that if it weren't for Hong Si Yang's deformed body, I'm afraid there would be one more Grandmaster in the world.
Today, the Emperor compared himself to Hong Si Yang. Fan Xian felt a little自豪, but also knew that the Emperor must have seen that his method of化却 the王道a punch previously was a bit strange. Yes, that was the method that Grandmaster Ku He entrusted Sigu Jian to give to Fan Xian before his death. Fan Xian was breathing in the wind and snow, walking in the air as intimately as a bird, all because he could feel the faint fluctuations between heaven and earth.
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(I'm not writing anymore, I really can't write anymore, it's too fucking hard to write. There are so many things to do during the New Year, but I just happened to write this part. I really want to罵娘, and in fact, I have罵ed a lot of 娘 in front of the computer... Alas.
By the way, it seems that there is a post in a lot of book review areas, saying the network writer income list last year, and actually put me in it, saying that I earned 1 million... Uh, thank the author of this post for his confidence in me, but I feel like crying when I look at this post. Where did I steal so much money? If I really had 1 million, I would go to write about Yingxiu in my next book, Alas...)