Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 56 The Last Battle

Inside the study.

Fang Xian lay on the soft chair, reading a book quietly.

After a long time, he suddenly put down the book, tapped the armchair lightly with his right hand, and a gleam flashed in his eyes: "Xiaohu...you still haven't given up."

This Yu Xiaohu once wanted to worship under him.

After all, who in the world doesn't know the myth of "the white tiger kills seven times and dominates the world"?

Whoever can be taught by the White Tiger Immortal Lord may be the next White Tiger Immortal Lord!
Unfortunately, Fang Xian never accepted.

After all, he only has friendship with Yu Longjiao, not with the Yu family.

Moreover, the new "White Tiger Seven Killing Evil Kungfu" has been revised by him, incorporating the essence of "Dragon and Tiger Vigorous Vajra Indestructible Magic Ability" and other exercises. machine.

If it spreads out and falls into the hands of people with bad intentions, it may not be a good thing.

As for when he dies, he will become an absolute legend, martial arts regrets, etc., it's none of his business?

Fang Xian rested for a while, then got up and came to the desk.

On the table, yellow paper, scissors, cinnabar, brushes and other things are neatly placed.

He gathered himself together, held a brush in his hand, dipped it in cinnabar, and drew talismans on the yellow paper.

While the pen was running, a strange talisman emerged on the yellow paper, and it was done in one go.

Fang Xian heaved a sigh of relief, folded the yellow paper, and cut out the shape of a small sword with scissors.

"go with!"

Immediately, with a thought in his mind, he poured his spirit into the yellow paper, and a yellow light flashed in the void.

The yellow paper talisman sword flew out, pierced into the red sandalwood cabinet in front of it, and penetrated an inch or so.

This is 'Royal Sword Art'!
The secret of Qingyuan Palace is like a magical technique!
Fang Xian searched all over the world for cheating books, and found that only those inherited from the Vatican and Daoist families could barely catch his eye.

'Dragon and Tiger's Powerful Vajra Immortality Supernatural Ability' has a slight overlap with 'White Tiger's Seven Killing Evil Skills', and this 'Sword Control' is what he puts the most effort into!
According to the classics, there are three levels of real 'sword control', which can only be practiced in the realm of a great master, who is in harmony with the world!
Among them, the first level is 'paper-cutting as soldiers, talismans as swords'!
Use blood essence to mix cinnabar, special yellow paper, and talismans to make a flying sword, and control it with your mind, you can take a person's head within a hundred steps.

The second level is "vegetation as a sword". It is necessary to plant a plant, use a unique formula, and irrigate with painstaking efforts every day. It must be connected with each other. After decades, it will be made into a wooden sword. .

That's the state of the swordsmen back then.

It's just that at these two levels, when casting the flying sword, it will inevitably involve most of the mental energy, resulting in the caster being unable to move, which is a big flaw.

The final third level is to use one's own blood to forge a "steel sword made with blood", and at the same time practice the method of "one mind, two functions", so that one can move while using the flying sword.

The day when the sword is completed, it can be called invincible in the world!
"This craft has not fallen behind..."

Fang Xian cleaned up the traces and smiled slowly.

……

Half a year 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 for a moment, because no one can guarantee whether he can be reincarnated until after death!

Maybe this time death is really dead!

"So... I think so... alive!"

Fang Xian walked out of the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower, looked at the world covered in silver, and stepped into a carriage.

He had some thoughts of returning to his roots, and wanted to return to Yaofeng County.

Of course, preparations must be made early for the funeral. First, let someone burn him to ashes, and then scatter his ashes into Daqingshan.

"Little Tiger, go back, don't send it off!"

Fang Xian was covered with a thick silk quilt, saying goodbye to Yu Xiaohu.

"Grandpa..."

Yu Xiaohu knelt on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

Although he didn't worship Fang Xian as his teacher, he also got a lot of advice. In addition, the 'White Tiger Seven Killing Evil Kung Fu' cannot be taught, but other martial arts Fang Xian doesn't care, and he can be regarded as a half-teacher.

……

It was windy and snowy, 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, which would be extinguished at any moment.

"There is... no hope."

In the past, he pinned his hopes on the "Dongxuan Secret Record", but after trying it only once, he almost couldn't control his mind and dared not continue.

And after getting old, the chance of going crazy is higher, and you may even die suddenly, and it is even more impossible to comprehend.

He also understood that even with the help of the attribute column, his realm was still too low to cross that threshold many times.

After all, after comprehending once, the difficulty to face next time will become even greater!

Just as Fang Xian recalled, the carriage stopped suddenly.

"Bao Shenglong, Lord Baihu please fight."

Ahead, a young voice came, it was the new grand master from the north!

"I'm old, I'm actually blocked by someone..."

Fang Xian shook his head, walked out of the car door, and saw a figure with a straight back, like a javelin, standing in the snow.

He radiated heat like a furnace, clearing away the surrounding snow.

"Cough cough..."

Fang Xian coughed: "This world belongs to you young people. Why do you make things difficult for an old man like me? What's more... I still have a little friendship with your ancestors."

"I have been pursuing martial arts all my life, how can I not challenge the supreme martial arts? Although I have died nine times, I don't regret it!"

Bao Shenglong shouted loudly.

Inspired by this, Fang Xian's body surged with qi, as if he was about to embody the world-shaking White Tiger God.

But the air flow was tumbling, and it still didn't work after all.

The white tiger's dharma is the combination of essence, qi, and spirit, which can be manifested, and Fang Xian's essence is already insufficient.

He sighed faintly, his movement was like a fleeting shadow, and he disappeared into the dense forest by the roadside.

Even if he wins, he will soon die of old age, so what's the use of a false name?

"This……"

On the spot, Bao Shenglong was dumbfounded.

This supreme martial artist in the world ran away without making a single move?
Even with his state of mind at the level of a great master, he couldn't help but fluctuate violently, and immediately chased after him: "The victory is not decided, how can we go?"

"He... ran away!"

From the original place, a few figures emerged, with vigor on their bodies: "Haha... The White Tiger Immortal actually ran away? Let me just say, you are all cowards, and you were taken advantage of by Bao Shenglong..."

"It seems that it is indeed as rumored, this old thing is finally going to die!"

"Hey, old and frail, with weakened true qi, how much power does this White Tiger Immortal have left?"

"I am waiting for the great enmity of the sect, and I must avenge it today, chase after it!"

These people were full of excitement, with a sense of anticipation to break the myth, and chased into the dense forest.

Immediately, they saw a scarlet rainbow!
The astonishing rainbow just flashed, and Bao Shenglong's head fell off.

"Blood forged steel sword?!"

A mysterious man screamed, turned and ran.

Too bad it's too late.

The blood-colored Changhong flew down as if it had eyes, and even the grand master would be killed with a single blow!

Outside the pool of blood, Fang Xian's figure slowly emerged:
"Although the body decays, the spirit does not. The lifespan of the soul is much longer than that of the physical body... It is really difficult to practice the blood-smelting steel sword and the double-purpose method. Even the great masters can't practice it, but I have a golden finger... "

He sighed, and suddenly chanted: "For 200 years, the white tiger is the world's most respected man, he has nothing to do when he is old, and the flying sword cuts off people's heads..."

The figure turned around and disappeared in the dense forest.

This is also the last time Fang Xian appeared on the rivers and lakes...

(End of this chapter)