Chapter 56 The Final Battle
In the study.
Fang Xian lay on the soft chair, reading quietly.
After a long time, he suddenly put down the book, tapped the armchair with his right hand, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes: "Xiao Hu... you still haven't given up."
Yu Xiaohu once wanted to become his disciple.
After all, who among the people in the martial arts world doesn’t know the myth of "White Tiger Seven Kills, Dominating the World"?
Whoever can be taught magical skills by the White Tiger Immortal King may become the next White Tiger Immortal King!
Unfortunately, Fang Xian never accepted it.
After all, he was only friends with Yu Longjiao, not the Yu family.
Moreover, the new "White Tiger Seven Killings Evil Skills" has been revised by him, incorporating the essence of "Dragon Tiger Power Vajra Indestructible Magical Power" and other skills. It can be regarded as the world's number one unique skill, mysterious and unpredictable, and has the potential to seize the fortune of heaven and earth.
If it gets out and falls into the hands of people with bad intentions , it may not be a good thing.
As for the fact that once he dies, it will become the last thing on his mind and it will be a regret in the martial arts world, what does it have to do with him?
Fang Xian rested for a while, then stood up and walked to the desk.
On the table, yellow paper, scissors, cinnabar, brushes and other items were neatly placed.
He calmed himself, held the brush, dipped it in cinnabar , and drew the talisman on the yellow paper.
As the pen moved quickly, a strange talisman appeared on the yellow paper, completed in one go.
Fang Xian let out a long breath, folded the yellow paper, and cut out the shape of a small sword with scissors.
"go!"
Immediately, his mind moved, and he injected his spirit into the yellow paper. A yellow light flashed in the void.
The yellow paper talisman sword flew out and pierced into the rosewood cabinet in front of it, penetrating about an inch.
This is the 'sword-wielding technique'!
The secret teachings of Qingyuan Palace are like magical skills!
When Fang Xian searched for secret books in the world, he found that only the inheritance of the Brahma and Taoism were barely worth his attention.
The 'Dragon-Tiger Power Vajra Indestructible Magical Power' is slightly similar to the 'White Tiger Seven Killing Evil Powers', but the one he put the most effort into is the 'Sword Controlling Technique'!
According to the classics, the real "sword-wielding technique" has three levels, and one must reach the level of a grandmaster, whose spirit is one with heaven and earth, to practice it!
Among them, the first level is "paper cutting as weapons and talismans as swords"!
Use blood essence to mix cinnabar, special yellow paper, and combine with talismans to make a flying sword, which can be controlled by the mind and can take people's heads within a hundred steps.
The second level is "using plants as swords", which requires planting a plant, watering it with a unique formula and hard work every day, and making sure that the minds are connected. After decades, it will be made into a wooden sword that can move freely and is indestructible.
The swordsman at that time was at such a state.
However, at these two levels, when casting a flying sword, most of the caster's mental energy will be taken away, causing the caster to be unable to move, which is a major flaw.
The final third level is to use one's own blood to refine a 'blood-forged steel sword', while practicing the 'two-tasks-at-a-time' method, being able to wield a flying sword while moving.
When the sword is completed, it will be invincible!
“I haven’t lost this skill…”
Fang Xian cleaned up the traces and smiled slowly.
…
More than half a year has passed quickly.
Fang Xian is about to die of old age.
The fear of death tormented him day and night.
He has never been so weak before, because until death, no one can guarantee whether they can be reincarnated again!
Maybe this time death is real death!
"So... that's how I want to be... alive!"
Fang Xian walked out of the Jinfengxiyu Tower, looked at the sky and earth covered in silver, and stepped onto a carriage.
He had some thoughts of returning to his roots and wanted to go back to Yaofeng County.
Of course, he had to prepare for his funeral early. He would have someone burn him to ashes, and then scatter his ashes into the Daqing Mountain. He would grind his bones and scatter his ashes to ensure that no one else could whip his corpse.
"Xiao Hu, go back. You don't need to see me off!"
Fang Xian was covered with a thick silk quilt and said to Yu Xiaohu who was seeing her off.
"Great grandfather..."
Yu Xiaohu knelt on the ground, crying.
Although he did not take Fang Xian as his master, he still received a lot of guidance. In addition, although the 'White Tiger Seven Killings Evil Skill' could not be passed on, Fang Xian did not care about other martial arts, so they could be considered half-mentor.
…
It was snowing hard and there was only one carriage moving forward on the official road.
Fang Xian felt that his life was like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any time.
"There is no hope anymore."
Once, he placed his hopes on the "Dongxuan Secret Records", but after trying it only once, he almost lost control of his mind and dared not continue.
As people age, the chances of becoming possessed are greater, or even of sudden death, making it even more impossible to achieve enlightenment.
He also understood that even with the help of the attribute column, his realm was still too low and he could not cross that threshold many times.
After all, after comprehending something once, the difficulties you will face next time will become even greater!
Just as Fang Xian was reminiscing, the carriage suddenly stopped.
"Bao Shenglong, invite the White Tiger Immortal Lord to fight."
A young voice came from the front, it turned out to be the new Grand Master from the North!
"I'm so old, and someone is blocking my door..."
Fang Xian shook his head, walked out of the car, and saw a figure standing in the snow with his back straight, like a javelin.
Heat emanated from his body like a furnace, clearing away the snow around him.
“Ahem…”
Fang Xian coughed and said, "This world belongs to you young people. Why do you bother an old man like me? What's more... I have some friendship with your ancestors."
"I have been pursuing martial arts all my life, so how can I not challenge the supreme master of martial arts? I will not regret it even if I die nine times!"
Bao Shenglong shouted loudly.
Stimulated by this, Fang Xian's inner energy surged, and he seemed to be about to manifest the world-famous White Tiger Evil God.
But the air currents were so strong that it ultimately failed.
The White Tiger Dharmakaya can only be manifested when essence, energy and spirit are combined, but Fang Xian's essence and energy are no longer sufficient.
He sighed quietly, and his body moved like a flash of light and disappeared into the dense forest beside the road.
Even if he won, he would soon die of old age, so what was the use of false fame?
"this……"
Bao Shenglong stood there stunned.
This supreme martial arts master actually ran away without even making a single move?
Even with his grandmaster-level mentality, he couldn't help but be shaken, and immediately chased after him: "How can we leave when the victory or defeat is not decided yet?"
"He...ran away!"
At the original place, several figures emerged, with mysterious auras on their bodies: "Haha... White Tiger Immortal Lord actually ran away? I said, you are all cowards, and Bao Shenglong took advantage of you..."
"It seems that it is true as the rumors say. This old man is finally going to die!"
"Hehe, he is old and weak, and his Qi is declining. How much of the White Tiger Immortal's fierce power can be left?"
"We must avenge our sect today. Give chase!"
These people were filled with excitement and had the expectation of breaking the myth, so they chased into the dense forest.
Immediately, they saw a blood-red rainbow!
The terrifying long rainbow flashed for only a moment, and Bao Shenglong's head fell off.
"Blood-forged steel sword?!"
A mysterious man screamed and turned and ran.
Unfortunately it's too late.
The long blood-red rainbow seemed to have eyes as it flew down, and no matter how great the master was, he would be killed with one sword!
Outside the pool of blood, Fang Xian's figure slowly emerged:
"Although the body is decaying, the spirit is not. The lifespan of the soul is much longer than that of the body... The Blood-Refined Steel Sword and the method of multitasking are indeed difficult to practice. Even the Grandmasters cannot master them. But I have a golden finger..."
He sighed and suddenly chanted: "For two hundred years, the White Tiger has been the most respected in the world. Now that I have nothing to do in my old age, I cut off people's heads with my flying sword..."
The figure turned and disappeared into the dense forest.
This was also the last time Fang Xian appeared in the martial arts world...
