695 Name Of The Temple, Shadow Of The Person (2/2)
Fan Xian knew the Ascetic Monks were so powerful because they could perfectly ths into a whole entity This was not a group beating It wasn't even like the incredible cooperation of the Sword Hut disciples On the contrary, it was a bit like the killing light for knives
When these Ascetic Monks coths, no matter which Ascetic Monk Fan Xian faced, it would be the sa their entirety
In Fan Xian's eyes, the shapeless air wall in front of hi of uneven thickness He didn't even think about the consequences He just pulled together all of the true essence in his body and struck out with the power of the Tyrannical zhenqi The place he had struck was the thickest part of the wall
Fan Xian co in the air He only knew that with his current strength, the other party would have to coalesce in one place to meet his strike to be able to oppose it This was probably a rare strength that powerful reat deal of experience
As expected, when Fan Xian threw a powerful attack toward the wall of air, the palm prints in the air all disappeared The shadow of one palether A dozen pal and shi+ny palhtly clenched fist
The air in the Qing Te this crash The fine droplets of autu stones, It became so that not a drop of rain could fall The air was filled with the dry taste of killing
After a giant booht ar a treht across froht A hand lay on each of his shoulders as a dozen Ascetic Monks endlessly poured zhenqi into his body through this qi bridge, helping him resist Fan Xian's very powerful attack
Fan Xian's face was pale The zhenqi in his body exploded out ruthlessly, but he still could not break through his opponent's encircle from his opponent's hand flowed endlessly like waves on an ocean The poas inti and turbulent
With a splutter, the Ascetic Monk facing Fan Xian's attack vomited out a mouthful of fresh blood It followed his clothes as it dripped down The Ascetic Monk's face becan of exhaustion or an inability to shoulder the zhenqi in his body He only wore a pitiful expression as he looked at Fan Xian It was as if he aiting for hie defeat, disperse his attack, and surrender
Ascetic Monks traveled to the harshest places in the world to cultivate The physical and ns of defeat had appeared, but Fan Xian's eyes relimmer of desperation in his eyes There was only calmness He cal into his bright eyes like he wanted to see so for in there
Only Fan Xian knew that with just this exchange of a fist and a palm, the meridians in his body had already been shaken to a difficult-to-endure situation His large and s zhenqi through his fist But, he could not sustain it er Particularly near the back of his waist, it was already starting to grow hot, which was a sign of his qi being exhausted
After all, it was an injured and exhausted body Fan Xian's biggest weakness was that he had only rested in the Fanthose days, he had ruthlessly used his martial arts to kill people His state of mind never had the time to calm, so he was far away from a full recovery
Fortunately, his meridians were different froe creature who had one more circulation than common people This hy he could use his exhausted body to sustain his attack before the co If it had been Thirteenth wang or Haitang, they probably wouldn't be any better off
Fan Xian still did not panic or lose hope He just stared coldly into the Ascetic Monks black and bright eyes Just as Fan Xian's strength was about to fail, a wretched green color appeared in the eyes of the Ascetic Monk closest to Fan Xian and exchanging bloith hireen color that was completely not in harmony with natural human eyes Then, two streaks of black blood slowly dripped out of the Ascetic Monk's nostrils
The Ascetic Monks around Fan Xian did not notice They just sat cross-legged around hi the tenacious zhenqi in their bodies
A glireen eyes of the Ascetic Monk bleeding black blood He glanced at Fan Xian, finally understanding why the youngto listen calmly to their requests earlier in the rain It was because he was just using the rain to disperse his poison
This Ascetic Monk finally remembered Fan Xian's true teacher He was that old poisoner's last disciple
The Ascetic Monk felt as if his internal organs were being bitten by ants His throat began to hurt The corners of his eyes began to grow nu to take hold If he stopped the attack now, he could use the zhenqi in his body to suppress this poison, but…
A colorless and tasteless poisonous powder that does not dissolve in water could not be too terrifying This was a law of the natural world and a coic that all martial artists knew The Ascetic Monk also knew this, so he was not worried about his brothers The poison had activated faster in hi Fan Xian His brothers should be able to hold on for even longer
The Ascetic Monk did not want Fan Xian to leave because he had discovered that Fan Xian could not keep going for h his green eyes With a grunt, he completely abandoned the defenses of histhe zhenqi to pour in turbulently from both sides and follow his arht ar to use his death to exchange for Fan Xian's death and the future of the Qing Kingdo coldness flashed through his eyes He knew that with the other person forcefully pushi+ng the zhenqi, the poison had reached his heart He could not be saved However, Fan Xian directed his zhenqi to his feet and relaxed his right ar the power Coffin-Breaker technique, he was prepared to use his right arm to trade for his opponent's death and then escape
In the face of danger and death, Fan Xian had the willpower and courage to lose his arm to seek survival
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Other than Fan Xian, there were other people in this world who did not want to see Fan Xian die In the rain, the heart-chilling circle had rolled in the air and was now closer to the front doors of the Qing Teerous juncture when the two characters on the banner behind the doors of the Qing Temple suddenly diht had diold characters had suddenly rusted Rather, it was because a shadow had swept by and blocked soht on the two characters
The shadow traveled through the rain in an instant and ca Fan Xian without any obstructions Behind thefour limbs and a sword
With a quiet sound, the tip of the sword pierced into the Ascetic Monk's neck like a venoh the soft bone of his throat The sharp blade of the sword had already severed this Ascetic Monk's windpipe, esophagus, and arteries
A crack came from the Ascetic Monk, but he didn't make any sound He just stared fixedly at Fan Xian in front of hirew richer, but his pupils did not shrink It was as if he was going to use his gaze to kill Fan Xian in front of him
At the same time the shadow struck out with his sword, Fan Xian's empty and weak left hand rose with difficulty The tip of his finger h his sleeve and pierced deeply into the Ascetic Monks left eye, sending up a spray of blood
The lifetime cultivations of a dozen Ascetic Monks were focused on the body of this Ascetic Monk,hi strikes entering his body at the same time, he still paused
With this pause, Fan Xian's left ar as he executed the Coffin-Breaker technique again Viciously, it slaainst the tail end of the crossbow bolt and hammered it deeply into the Ascetic Monk's brain The tip of the bolt entered deeply and severed his life With a cry, rainwater splashed up as this Ascetic Monk, who had sacrificed himself for hued his fist into an open palrazed it over his head He floated up His left hand twisted into the clothes of the shadow He sliced through the rain as fast as he could, leaving the Qing Teolden characters on the banner behind the front doors of the Qing Temple dimmed to when the Shadow attacked to when Fan Xian escaped the combined power and left the temple, only a blink of time had passed The Shadow's ruthless attack had not stopped, but Fan Xian did not allow this attack to enter again the boundaries of the coainst the flow and swept out with the Shadow in tow
It was only now that the Ascetic Monks sitting cross-legged in the rain discovered that the situation had changed The palms of the Ascetic Monks in the center of the co forward They still passively accepted the power being poured into them by their brothers Their bodies treh the neck by the Shadow, pierced through the brain by Fan Xian's crossbow bolt, and poisoned, this Ascetic Monk ithout a doubt, dead He could not berandoainst the bodies of these Ascetic Monks They silently looked at their colleague's body and bowed silently They then quickly escaped the Qing Te in the direction of the two shadoho had almost disappeared into the streets in the distance
Who knows if they would reflect a little? If the will of the Temple was really the Will of Heaven, then ere they unable to kill Fan Xian even though they had put in such effort and had even been willing to sacrifice themselves for humanity?
In the auturay shadows Through the rains, under the eaves, in the darkening day, theyafter they left the Qing Te up to the Temple was 3 li out Usually, it was a quiet place There weren't even many pedestrians who passed by There were no private residences that could be used Since it was a rainy day, there were even fewer people taking shelter froreat inconveniences to the escaping Fan Xian and Shadow
Fan Xian's pale face was covered in rain He turned his head and glanced at the ed man beside him but did not see any expression on his face Fan Xian knew that he had, in the end, underesti to die for a just cause He had also underestith that had continued in this land for a thousand years
In the past, perhaps Master Ku He and the Northern Qi's Tianyi Dao had stolen all their glory Perhaps the Ascetic Monks of the Qing Temple were not particularly remarkable and only liked to preach in isolated places Or, perhaps the High Priest and Second Priest of the Qing Te powerful Thus, Fan Xian had never givenTemple
However, they had now proved to be a very powerful enean to suspect that the knife forer Guards practiced to defeat powerfulTemple's wondrous combined attack
If Fan Xian was in peak condition, he would not be so wretched Particularly when it ca, he and the Shadow, the fore of the Ascetic Monks giving chase behind thes were as normal, perhaps he and the Shadoould cover their tracks and turn around to carry out a terrifying ambush on the stubborn Ascetic Monks
However, they could not do so now That thousand-li charge, the sorrow in his heart, the drain on his strength, and heavy injuries he sustained at Zhengyang Gate and on the execution field had made it so Fan Xian's condition was as bad as it could be Particularly after he had resisted the coer had the strength to fight
By his side, the Shadow's expression was cold Everything seemed normal After many years of cooperation and closeness, Fan Xian could clearly see that the injuries on the Shadow's body were serious, perhaps even more so than his Fan Xian knehy this was The Shadow had only been injured once, but that injury was frouess what reaction the Shadow had to learning about Chen Pingping's death He had been in Dongyi, yet he had returned to Jingdou at al Qinian The return speed of this top assassin was even faster than wang Qinian's It ht have been even faster than Fan Xian's
With such traveling, the Shadow's injury had presulance at the Shadow but did not say anything
”Split up ahead,” the Shadow said in a raspy voice with a strange tone It looked like this assassin also knew that their situation could not be worse They had to separate to draay the pursuit
Fan Xian nodded He knew if they separated now, they would ain soon At the intersection, the Shadoooped into a small alley Perhaps in afrom the rain under the leaves
Before he left, he said sorow bitter
”Whenever you are going to kill him, call for me”
Because of the blow these words had on his state of mind, it made Fan Xian run a bit further than he had planned The Ascetic Monks behind him slowly reduced the distance between theh a schuan Road He went in through the front entrance of Danbo Bookstore When he ca scholar
He cae and saw the hundreds and thousands of uht faces of the students of the Ie beneath them
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