MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 132 Cangshan has snow swords and frost (1)
~ Date: ~09月20日~
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Since it has already been done, there is no reason to take a golden pot to wash your hands. Fan's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and there is no trace of distracting thoughts in his mind. It is all about the vigorous fighting spirit and the state that has been pushed to the peak. The great Wei Tianzi sword is in hand, and the world is not necessarily there, but at least there is a ambition and wild vision in the world - and the unfathomable emperor in front of him, in the eyes of Fan Xi, is the world.
The snow-like snow fell in the cold palace. Suddenly, the four swords illuminate the slightly dark world. There are four uncertain and unusual traces in the air. In each trace, there is a The heart-wrenching sword light can't be separated. Which of the four swords is the first one, and which one will come later.
Unlike the killing intentions contained in these four swords, the sword is full of fun, but it is mixed with the wind and snow of the heavens and the earth, and the antelope hangs its corners, which is wonderful, and I don’t know where to go.
In the twinkling of an eye, Fan Xian has already floated to the front of the emperor's armpit. The right arm clothes are screaming, and every muscle under the shirt bursts out of the most amazing energy, and the sword is collected between the electric and the flint. Four swords!
Four swords are meant to come from heaven and earth. Each sword stabbed into a snowflake between the heavens and the earth. Then, it was stabbed on the side of the hair of the emperor's arm, on the side of the sleeve, before the emperor, outside the robe...all Stab!
The four swords in the blink of an eye were all stabbed, especially the last sword was only one inch away from the lower abdomen of the emperor, but it was the distance of this inch, but it was like a thousand mountains and thousands of mountains. The sword was exhausted, just like the waterfall had dried up. No more turbulence, no more close.
The Emperor’s armpits were wide-sleeved, and before the four swords that illuminate the winter’s haze and cold palace, they danced freely and casually on the snow, understatement, but they were so fascinating that they had let go of the leisure. For a long time, four swords released like lightning.
It’s not the four-legged sword that ignores the former, and Fan’s four swords that are pierced in an instant. More is the atmosphere of the heavens and the heavens and the earth, so that under the cover of the snow and snow, by the castration of the snow, it is like lightning, and if it is snowing, it will thorn to the body of the Qing Emperor. And forcing his Majesty did not make a Thunder-like counterattack in the first place.
These four swords do not have the meaning of the cold blood of the Dongyi City sword, but they are close. Therefore, the opportunity to be close to the body can be given. However, the four swords that have gained a delicate atmosphere have not caused any harm to the emperor. Even the other side has not retired, and they are still standing still in a stable and awake manner. Just like no previous move.
The cultivation of the great masters is really not the level of the earth that the world can touch. In the face of the four swords that have been borrowed from the heavens and the earth, the emperor’s majesty has easily resolved this way.
The tip of the sword of the great Wei Tianzi kept trembled before the robes of the Ming dynasty. It seemed that he felt a kind of despair and frustration. He wanted to confess his life, but he was unwilling. Struggling desperately, the four snowflakes that penetrated the sword began to have scattered images. Unlike the sword in his hand, Fan’s face has no disappointing expression on his face, and his face is still calm, and the light in the eyes is actually swaying, turning into a deadly bleak, ruthless Only the meaning of killing.
His eyes. It’s like the four-legged sword killing the sky, piercing the eyes of the green trees and reaching the sky. There is no trace of emotions, only indifference. The sword in his hand also became a dead object at this moment. The weapon that non-sacred people could not use, a deadly cold, let the four pieces of the scattered snow on the sword turn into a frost, condensation. Such as a mirror.
The clothes on the right shoulder were suddenly broken, and a series of creaking sounds. Fan has two days of rapid running in the body, conflicting with each other, breaking through the shoulders and acupoints, passing Yang Mingmai straight to the elbow, to the wrist. Send the hilt.
His right arm seems to be smashing out. I slammed out violently and used the power of the sword! The sword that has been exhausted by the mountains has reunited with Liu Minghuaming. A long foot, straight to the Qing Emperor robes!
This is the real sword. The four swords that were given to Fan Xian before the end of the dynasty were absolutely ruthless, and they did not return. They looked at the city, and then looked at the people, and they took care of them. Not for the world!
In the cold palace, the wind and snow were masterpieces, and the great Wei Tianzi sword was also turned into a snow sword. The cold was extremely extreme, and it was absolutely perfect. No retreat was left. Any turning machine was stabbed in the past!
The sound of the heartfelt friction sounded, only for a moment, but it fell into the ears of the fans, but it seemed to be ringing for countless years, very long, and finally stopped.
The two maintenance is excellent, such as the white jade buds of the fingers, stable and coldly caught the great Wei Tianzi sword. The rubbing sound is the sound between the cold sword and the two fingers. The frost on the half of the sword has been clipped by the fingers. At this time, the **** are caught in the middle of the blade, a touch of heat. The fog rose from the two fingers!
Even if His Majesty the Emperor is a great master, he will not despise the sword of Fan Xian, because this sword is too indifferent, too bloody, and the sword is actually breaking through his two fingers, before the forced Half a blade distance.
After all, the emperor took a step back, but his body and the sword tip of the great Wei Tianzi sword still maintain an inch distance. Fan Xian still can't break through this inch, and really touches the robes of the emperor's knees.
The emperor looked at the son who was close to the feet, and his beard under his jaw also condensed some frost ice, which looked extraordinarily terrible. The two finger joints that sandwiched the great Wei Tianzi sword were slightly white, and they were so majestic. If there were thousands of rivers and thousands of rivers, the rivers and rivers were generally overbearing and invincible, and they came out from these two fingers.
Gently glimpsed, the sharp Wei Tianzi sword, in the fingers of the emperor's knees, turned like a noodle! However, the great Wei Tianzi sword was the royal treasure to the end of the year. Under such a horrible master, it has not been broken!
Fan is very close to the emperor's knees. He maintains a small posture. His right leg is slightly lowered and his knees are slightly lowered. The whole body maintains a perfect line. Without revealing any flaws, it gives people a kind of inability to attack. feel.
However, he holds the big Wei Tianzi sword in his hand. After all, he is not a sword. This sword is not his own, but connected with his body. At the moment, it is like a very beautiful big character. Suddenly there are many disadvantages. The rest of the pen.
The violent anger of the big rivers and rivers rushed over from the sword of the great Wei Tianzi. Fan’s tiger’s mouth blew out blood, but he did not withdraw his sword, because he knew that the first battle was at this time, and he would fight for the will, and he could not win the enemy. His eyes were more and more indifferent, and the body was infuriating. It began to squirt out.
Fan Xianyong does not withdraw the sword. However, the emperor squatted down.
The great Wei Tianzi sword, which was bent to the extreme hate, bounced like lightning, as a memorable whip, and turned to Fan’s face. Fan’s nephew could clearly see the extremely bright Jianguang.
The frost on the half of the sword also broke with the bomb, and it exploded on the sword of the great Wei Tianzi sword. It turned into countless fine particles of ice and exploded between the emperor and Fan.
Fan screamed and screamed, his wrists drooping like lightning. Resist the hilt, the footsteps below the wrong eight steps in the snow, kick the golden scorpion, look forward to retreat!
However, he looked up to this, and the perfect defense that was previously woven was immediately melted and snowy, and the body was messy.
The body image of the emperor’s body screamed in a gust of wind, and he rushed to the body of the fan, and it was not surprising. He simply slammed the past and directly slammed into the chest of Fan Xian! This seems to be an understatement of a punch, the whole person was hit into a snow fluttering in the sky, fluttering, horrible, ignorant, in the air changed countless figure, turned over seven Eight fights, passed the dozens of waste gardens and snow, and finally fell very far on the snow far away.
Shocked a large amount of snow and crushed dozens of dead grass. Fan leisurely licked his chest, and a blood spurted out, but he stood still firmly, staring at the emperor in the distance.
No one can fly a few hundred feet in the air, even if the Emperor’s majesty kills the boxing. That power is so powerful that it can't produce a heart of resistance. It is also impossible to fly a dozen people across the street.
Because the human body is important, after all, it is impossible to be a real snowflake. On the Dadong Mountain, even if Si Gujian was a boxing fly by Qingdi, Si Gujian also rolled out like a stone in Dongshan Qing Temple, and knocked the clock in a terrible way.
And who can fly so far in the air like Fan Xian’s previous ones – really like snowflakes.
The emperor glanced intently at the official boot that was pinched in his hand, looking at the cold, reflective metal tip that was stabbed on the tip of the boot, frowning slightly. Previously, he was boxing on Fan’s chest. When Fan was killed, he still had the intention to change his life. He kicked a kick from the shirt in an insidious manner. The tip of the toe was the tip of the metal. Obviously feeding the poison.
The emperor threw the boots into the snow, squinting at the distance and standing in the distance, saying: "The small means can't do big things."
Fan Cough coughed twice, coughing and bleeding, and some difficulty to take a piece of steel sheet from the chest of the shirt and throw it on the snow at the foot, said: "But small means can save lives."
On the top of the steel sheet, a handprint has been shot, but it is wonderful that it is not the punch of the emperor's arm, but the imprint of the back of a palm.
When the emperor’s king’s punch was about to slam on the bustling chest, Fan’s left foot kicked out of the sinister foot, and his left arm slid naturally in the snow, and fell to his body. Before, the protection was before the key.
However, his big shackles were the opponents of the king’s punches, which were shot by the master’s strength. They were destroyed and ruined. The fists of his arm pressed his palms and eventually hit him in the air. The chest is on the chest, so it will leave the opposite side of the palm of the hand imprint.
At the chest, there was a slab of iron. At the end of the day, the day of the week was mobilized to protect the heart, and the buffer of his own palm finally allowed Fan to keep a small life under such a horrible fist. .
The war between the two men of the Qing Emperor Fan and the father and the son only started in an instant, and they have been separated by dozens of feet, and the wind and snow have been separated, and the victory and defeat have already been separated. No matter how full the preparations for the leisure, but the huge gap between the strengths, the master's magic, can not be made up by efforts.
From the moment of the sword-drawing, Fan Xian successively used the heavens to borrow the power of the law, and learn from the exquisite natural swordsmanship of the sea otter. Finally, the snow is frosted, and the leaves are sent together, and this day will be The four swords synthesize the sword of the self-sacred sword!
And at the last tiptoe, it was a sinister kick. The iron plate on the chest is naturally the skill that has been cultivated by Wu Zhushu hammer since childhood. Fan Xian relies on the famous means of fame, and it is used to promote these wonderful skills and integrate the foundation. He has been practicing diligently for more than 20 years, and he has already become a part of his body.
There are four masters in the world plus a donkey. The most outstanding martial arts in the world are all displayed in the body of Fan. In this world, only Fan Xian has such good luck and can learn so many subtle skills. To put it another way, it is also the strong who died or left, putting the last hope of resisting the Qing Emperor into the leisure. He was able to fight a fair battle with the emperor today.
However, even the long-running three-shot, the masters of the sects of the self-masters, but in front of the emperor's Majesty, still did not ask for any cheap. From the beginning to the end, the Emperor’s Majesty just stepped back and made **** and punched a punch. Fan will be seriously injured, this gap, but also the hard work and meditation can be closer?
The nine strong players are already extremely rare peak figures in this world. With Fan Xi’s cultivation now, they are all over the world, but in the face of a great master, no one has imagined nine products. On the strong, there is the possibility of any leapfrog challenge.
In today's blizzard, Fan Xian can push the emperor down. And he can survive under the next punch. This is enough to shock the world, enough to make him proud.
Fan Chong coughed blood, took off the other official boots, and stood on the cold snow in his feet. His eyes were slightly stunned, and his eyes gave birth to unprecedented pride and confidence. This kind of awkward mood under the fiasco was not because he forced the emperor to retreat, nor because he survived, but because he was calm inside. There is an affirmation of self-judgment -
His Majesty is old.
Fan Fu retreats on the 7th. In addition to considering those wars and saving lives for the people he loves, Van Gogh’s most thoughts are the real situation of the Emperor’s current status. What is the realm of the Grand Master? Fan has seen Ye Liuyun's shot and saw Si Gujian. But this is different. Since the Grand Master is unfathomable, how do you assess the true strength of the Emperor Laozi?
Fortunately, in the time of Dongyicheng. Before the death of Si Gujian, the great master had once discussed with Fan Fan for a long time about the realm of Qing Dynasty, and came to a judgment that was somewhat vague but extremely close to reality.
Qingdi was repaired as Dacheng. It was during the Northern Expedition that the overbearing infuriating gas exceeded the critical value in the Northern Expedition. It wiped out all the meridians in the body and became a waste person. In the end, it was not known why. His Majesty was not only intact, but also became a human being. The fourth great master.
The meridians in Fan’s body also burst, but with the help of the blossoming of the sea otter, under the care of the natural law of the sky, the meridians were repaired with great fortune. How did you survive in the past?
Si Gujian handed over the Qing Emperor on the Dadong Mountain. He told his judgment to Fan Xian. Now there is no so-called human meridian in the body of the Qing Emperor, and the whole body has become an all-nighter. There is no obstacle in the body, no matter how much the income is coming to an alarming degree, and because there is no longer any meridian restrictions, the overbearing instinct in the Qing Emperor can continue to practice infinitely. Go on, until a human being dare not expect the realm.
The great masters have their own laws in breaking through the realm. Some people rely on their feelings of being close to the heavens and the earth. Some people rely on the world to see the cold and the heart of the world, but the Qing emperor breaks through the realm of the realm but does not go to the inner method, but tough. The ground is constantly being repaired, and the overbearing instinct of the body is embodied in the sea, and the quality is changed by quantitative change.
This is the most terrifying strength of Qing Emperor, and it is only by virtue of his infinite instinct and extremely fast income and income. In the Dadong Mountain, he was able to cross the lake and practice the body. For decades, there have been countless infuriating temperaments. In that style, half of my life has been sent to the body of the hard-working master, breaking through the skin.
If you can really determine the true face of the Qing Emperor's great master, then there is a problem that is worth pondering. Qing Emperor has accumulated decades of hegemonic instinct, and spent half of it into the body of the suffering, such a large loss. It is cost-effective to kill a big master, but the loss of this half, Qing Emperor is afraid that it will take many years to make up for it.
The average martial artist only needs a few days of meditation. Maybe you can let the infuriating return to the original, even if the body is losing half of the gas, at most, it only needs to be nursed for several months. However, the road of Qingdidi was originally different from anyone in the world. The rest of the people’s body is mostly a pond, that is, the big masters are mostly small lakes, but they call the means of Xiaohu, It can make the lake transpiration. It’s a magical way to go.
However, the body of Qing Emperor is a sea, less than half, in just three years, I am afraid that it can not be re-filled back.
Half of the sea is still unfathomable, and it is still not able to resist. However, Qing Emperor has been suffering from the fight for the past few years, the Kyoto rebellion, the heartbroken child died, and the mind is afraid of being damaged. Last fall, the black wheelchair in the royal study room caused the damage caused by the armpits, but I was afraid that it would not be all right, Chen Pingping’s means. Even if it is a great master, it is impossible to be completely immune.
If the Emperor’s Majesty is still the emperor’s prince before Dadongshan, even if it was a gentle smile three years ago, it seems to be a moderate, but the cold emperor’s majesty, Fan’s chance is impossible. Regarding the scene of Dadongshan Shangdi, Fan Xian knows very well. He knows how the terrible power of the Emperor’s majesty’s martial arts.
The punch that was left today is obviously not as good as the one on Dadong Mountain. No matter how many life-saving skills that Fan has made, he even used the breathing method that he has been hiding at the bottom of the box, but Fan is still alive. If it was the original Emperor's Majesty, I was afraid that this fist would have directly smashed the palm of Fan's hand, and the iron plate under the shirt directly shattered the body of his bomb.
This is enough to prove that the Emperor’s Majesty has already stepped down from the altar. He is old and far from being strong.
Fan leisurely stared at the emperor under the snow and the blood bleed from his lips. There was a very refreshing smile on his face. He was so hard in his life that he was so fearless of life and death, and he smelled a glimmer of scent in the vagueness.
The emperor also looked at his son through the snow, his eyes twitching slightly. The cold light in the scorpion is hidden. He is very clear. Fan is able to survive under his own boxing because of what is not because of the insidious foot. It is not because the other side is so wonderful that the palm of the hand in front of his fist is more likely to be because of the ridiculously ridiculous steel plate. It is because of Fan’s body, that is, in the snow and the sky, there are dozens of feet, and if there is a snowflake, it’s not enough.
Because of the lack of force, the emperor’s majesty’s martial arts punched at least most of the infuriating power, all of which was consumed in this long snow and snow, and did not really fall on the leisurely body.
The question is, where does Fan’s body approach come from? No one in this world can cross the sky for dozens of feet and become like no weight.
The emperor’s eyes were even more powerful. He found that he actually couldn’t see his son. He didn’t know how many surprises Fan Yu was waiting for.
"You already have the strength of Hong Si itch." The emperor's voice was clearly introduced into the ears through the snow.
Fan leisure face color micro-condensation, know that this is the emperor Laozi's supreme affirmation for himself. In addition to the four great masters in the world, the strength of Hong Laogonggong is the most unfathomable. His Majesty once said that if it is not Hong Si itching The body is awkward, I am afraid that there will be one more master in this world.
Today, Emperor Majesty compares himself with Hong Siqi. Fan is very proud of it, but it is also clear that His Majesty must have seen the method of pre-existing but the king’s fist, some weird. Yes, it was the method that the master of the sorrow was given to Fan Fan before the death. Fan was breathing in the snow and drifting in the air like a bird, because he could feel the world. Those faint fluctuations. It’s too hard to write. When I’m in the New Year, I’ve had more things. I’ve written this part too. I really want to marry my mother, and in fact I’ve got a lot of sentences in front of the computer...唉.
Yes, it seems that there are quite a few posts in the book review area, saying that last year’s online writers’ income rankings actually put me in, saying that I earned a million... Hey, thanks to this post author’s Confidence, but I am very excited to see this post, I want to cry so much, where do I steal so much money? If I really have a million, I will write the show.
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