Chapter 745 The Rainbow In The 12Th Year Of The Qing Calendar 3 (1/2)

The Qing Emperor's fist was always so steady and powerful, and filled with the air of a ruler It easily broke through all obstructions in front of him just as he had often done in his life

In this land, in its decades of history, there were notEu Jian, that old creature, had been heavily injured and had onlyon to life thanks to Fei Jie's ic left to him by Ku He to fly back dozens of feet in an incredible display of bodilythe terrifying strength contained in the punch

Wu Zhu did not dodge this attack He stoically endured the boundless zhenqi in the Qing E into him A piece of his chest collapsed, but he did not fall If the highest realm in the world was that of a Great Grandmaster, and if the only flaw of a Great Grandmaster was that they still had flesh bodies like a mortal, then Wu Zhu clearly did not have this flaw His body was definitely the ain and round

Once again, he approached the Qing Emperor The black cloth on his face had not h the air without sound because it was too quick The people could not see as happening on the stone steps or hear any sound

The Eh his eyes His feet were planted firmly on the stone steps, filled with the same boundless Tyrannical qi and confidence as he when he was in Hanging Temple In his life, no matter what enemy he faced, he had never retreated even half a step

He launched another punch that eht like a piece of jade It instantly steamed away all of the moisture in the air and crashed firmly into Wu Zhu's abdomen

However, Wu Zhu's ht that fell fro ruthlessly onto the Qing Emperor's left shoulder

For warriors who had reached a realm such as theirs, in the last battle of their lives, they had long tossed aside all facades and techniques It cath ithin the manner of their bodies while pureness touched on the realm of the true Just as Master Ku He's Grando!”

A duel between two extraordinary warriors was only the coldest, most indifferent, and sis, one just stood naked like a priroup of beasts on the grasslands, putting into practice thetechnique

The Emperor's left shoulder chattered with a crack Blood seeped out between his lips, but his cold eyes were only focused on Wu Zhu's figure, which was flying further and further away

Wu Zhu was once again sent flying by the E was broken and body crippled His supernatural powers of calculation no longer had the support of his body's powerful ability to carry them out He could not avoid the Emperor's fist, which broke the boundaries of time and space

Wu Zhu's body, bent into a crescent shape, flew back quickly through the light rain that was about to stop The cold windflutter loudly With a slap, his feet landed on the ground He slid back across the wet ground for a few feet before barely co could not stand, so he al this punch head-on, Wu Zhu did not fall to the ground On the contrary, his condition seeht that appeared on the Ehtly lowered head, see quietly in a pool of blood in front of Taiji Palace, lowered his head to look at his own abdo tiainst his abdomen, Wu Zhu had put his left hand in front Thus, the Emperor's fist had actually struck his palm and then his abdomen

Wu Zhu's hand was like an icy sheet of metal, and his body was like an icy ball ofEmperor's punch had been like a hammer of the Gods and melded the raved into his abdoether

The corners of his brows not covered by black cloth furrowed slightly Wu Zhu coldly pulled at his left hand After using an unknown ath, he finally pulled his hand out froer bleeding and pale white flesh, acco It appeared particularly terrifying

The Qing Eainst Wu Zhu's chest, and he didn't block it The second punch landed against his abdoe to block it Two different choices represented two different levels of injury It seemed that the weakness of the Temple's emissaries was not a secret to the powerful ruler This reality surprised Wu Zhu a little It also , begin to feel boundless fear

The round that was filled with blood and rain Wu Zhu used his left hand to twist straight his left leg, which was almost broken into two pieces, and took a step toward Taiji Palace with great difficulty His cloth shoes stepped on the hand of a dead body, which al out from Wu Zhu's abdo was spreading out through his boy with his abdoan to tremble and fall It was as if it would becoround, and collapse in a heap at any ripped in his hand and supported his swaying body valiantly, allowing him to take another step forward His first step had already been difficult, slow, and accompanied by a dry sound He still continued to walk step by step toward the Emperor without any hesitation

The Emperor withdrew his fist His indifferent and colanced at his own chest It was as if he wanted to see how many of his ribs had been shattered by that hard metal rod He didn't remember how many punches he had fired out or how many mouthfuls of blood he had spat out He only rele step but had also not progressed He just stood like a puppet on the stone steps, in front of his own palatial hall, robotically and repeatedly punching out

How many times has Lao Wu fallen? How many times has he climbed up? How many times have I fallen in my life? And how le to get back up again, even though he was clearly about to fall? Did he not know that, even for a strange creature like him, there would be a day he truly died? If Lao Wu is not a dead thing and is alive, knew life and death, feared life and death, then why did he not show it? Lao Wu's movements have clearly become much slower, so as the hard ainst my body? Was it because I am also old and near the end of my life?

No, impossible It shouldn't be Unsatisfied and unconvinced, a dark fire lit up in his cold eyes In the end, it dissolved into endless exhaustion and irritation

Was this a shocking battle that was destined to enter the records of history or was it a s river of history? NoEmperor still felt fed up with it It was just like how he had to endure his heartache and prepare theCourtyard a few years after his father ascended to the throne Years later, there was another night when Jingdou ran red with blood Killing those two old things in Dong Mountain and An Zhi killing the shadou that dared to betray him earlier in the year had also made him want to lure out that chest Now, Lao Wu was here

There were boundless and endless tricks and conspiracies Just like how Lao Wu fell and then cliain in front of him, they repeated endlessly It was as if the stories of ain This kind of repetition trulyE tired There are still s I have not done I have not knocked down the o

As the Emperor sloiped away the blood that seeped out endlessly from the side of his o, he had suffered a heavy injury and had never recovered fully He was constantly afraid of cold, light, and wind, which hy he preferred to lie on his soft bed with the silk blanket Wan'er brought fro of war now This sensation made him feel powerless and tired, as if the warmth and confidence in his body flowed out with his blood

Looking at the battered Wu Zhu, as once again cli up, the dark fire in the Ee appeared unusually thin and sallow following the sudden paling

The rain had stopped The dark clouds in the sky were turning white at a rate visible to the naked eye They grehiter and whiter, hter The air in the square in front of the Royal Palace was filled with the wonderful breath of a clear day washed clean by rain On the horizon over the palace wall to the extre indescribably beautiful happening

With wide open and empty eyes, the Emperor's clothes trembled He finally swept up into the air from the stone steps of Taiji Palace In this rainless sky, he brought up a streak of rainwater parallel to the south and left countless shadows in the air

The clear sky reflected this rain dragon The roar of a dragon see out from somewhere in the Royal Palace Wu Zhu, with his on and the countless dragon roars The streak grew Soleh the air iainst Wu Zhu

Other than the two extraordinary warriors present, no one could clearly see as happening in the curtain of rain After the roaring stopped and wave of terrifying and absolute silence, countless sounds rang out one after another It was like a series of thunder but also as if the wind in the sky had broken into countless yellow paper lanterns that lovers offered in sacrifice

Wu Zhu finally fell, falling to the Qing Eer that were like a thunderstorm In this instant, his body endured innu decrepitly in front of the Qing Eht hand was spread open to the sky, co doerlessly at this o of the rasped in his hand with dissatisfaction and helplessness

He released the hand holding the round of the Royal Palace andbell because the htly

Fresh blood surged out fro E down from the side of the metal rod that had been worn flat It dripped into Wu Zhu's pale pal his clear life line, blosso into a brilliant peach flower

The Ehtly parted His top lip appeared slightly dry His face was pale, and his eyes were empty and emotionless as he lowered his head to see the metal rod in his abdomen He felt a boundless and endless exhaustion and annoyance as he prepared to pull out this reatest willpower in the world Even when all hisa useless man, his spirit was not weakened at all, much less the current pain in his abdomen He knew that Lao Wu was done for A faint sense of pride flashed through him quickly, but all that was left was endless exhaustion because he realized that he could taste a rustiness in his mouth

Fan Xian had still not appeared This reality surprised the E smile rose to the corners of his mouth It looked like his son's state of mind was more powerful than he expected Thus, he waited indifferently, coldly, and cold-heartedly until now He watched as Wu Zhu was crushed by hi to cos of adain rose in the Emperor's heart He seemed to feel that the son that washt that Fan Xian should have coround or when Wu Zhu's leg was broken in two This hat he had been secretly prepared for However, Fan Xian did not Thus, he felt a faint disappointlimmer of inauspiciousness

The sky was clear after the rain Is she here to seeto use her own son's eyes to see ed out between the lips of the powerful ruler and froain felt a wintery chill and remembered the soft blanket on the bed and the worasped the an to slowly pull it out of his body with heart-tre once said that the pain was greatest when the blade was pulled from the wound This could be used to represent life It could also be used to represent the present situation

When the Emperor slowly pulled out the metal rod, it was as if he revealed injuries that had always been hidden under the darkness of hishis The pain er resembled a normal person

It seemed that even this ruler's are twist happened in the cold and clean air It was a twisting and separation of bone and flesh It transfore angle, it rather rese

Blood blossomed under the clear sky while flesh and bone separated fro Emperor's body His left shoulder was cleanly severed by some mysterious power The broken arht at the slowest possible speed, carrying with it frothing blood at the splintered end, spinning, leaping, dancing, dancing…

Then, the crisp sound of the gun began to echo through the main courtyard of the Royal Palace, which was co in spirals, the broken ar the sorrowful music

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Other than when the Northern Expedition had been defeated by Zhan Qingfeng and all the meridians in his body shattered and he sank into darkness, this moment was definitely the Emperor's most painful and weakest moment

The report of a rifle that had been silent for decades, then silent for another year, finally rang out in the Royal Palace After staying silent for a year and then silent for a ure finally appeared beside the Ee did Fan Xian have to suppress to stop hi out as he watched Wu Zhu be so heavily injured by the Emperor? However, when he appeared, he chose the most extraordinary tiht at the Emperor's side Only the time for one touch was needed

The bitter cultivation of more than 20 years in his new life; incentive of the life-and death-situation on thewillpower at the snowy palace; cohts on the snowy plain; creation of yuanqi in the world; clash of life and death, union and separation, weakness and strength; a cowardly and detestable life; and the pain of aututh that exploded froer, poisonous s arm did not follow the way of the sword Martial prowess did not pass the heavens Fan Xian abandoned everything He turned hiht, to force all of the strength in hiers and hand in the shortest possible time as he chopped toward the Eorous Tyrannical zhenqi did not hesitate to slice through his sufficiently thick meridians and poured fiercely out of his body with a resolute attitude and speed beyond his capabilities Countless streaht in the cold and clear autuer and did not spill out Rather, it accuer Instead, it for ruthlessly into the hole at the Emperor's shoulder

The zhenqi circulated to the palushed out violently, sweeping everything away and not leaving a single stone as it slaer, palh all of the past, pointed out a road carved broad by life and death, and a single palm separated the line between ruler and subject, father and son

Fan Xian had before been so powerful in his life while the Qing Emperor had never been so weak in his life The father and son didn't even have time to meet each other's eyes before they dissolved into two shadows in front of Taiji Palace, each doing the intimacy of life and death It seeh by the wind as endlessly spluttering rang out It made one's heart tremble, and made one irritated

Fan Xian's speed at this ti, only a wisp of gray shadow, he wrapped around the Emperor's body and attacked dozens and hundreds of tiround was suddenly split in two to create a passage The water moved toward the two sides and revealed the clean stone bricks beneath About half a palm's width above the stone, the Emperor and Fan Xian's shadows flew about They then instantly left their position in front of Taiji Palace and flew like lightning toward the northeast

Along the ater sprayed to the side as a line of blood fell froure crashed decrepitly through a palace door in the walls and shattered the thick door, sending up a spray of wooden shards

The wooden shards were like arrowheads filled with great power as they shot in all directions With a series of thuds, they shot through the round stone gate behind the palace gate and sent up a patch of gravel pieces that sank deeply into the cinnabar red palace walls

It was because of these wooden shards the bright yellow figure sent in all directions that forced Fan Xian, who see the wind or a shadow, to slow and show hih the palace door Immediately after, he crashed heavily into a copper water vat between the walls There was a muffled thud as he showed himself

His hands, which were still free of blood, h the air and slapped open a slender wrist Peeling away icy , he flipped the wrist up and squeezed his hand around a soft throat His hands squeezed around the serving girl's throat

With a huff, the Ee copper vat and sprayed out a e smile rose to his pale face One of his arer holes and three handprints on his body Fresh blood stained his dragon robe,appear particularly malevolent but also particularly dise he used to cover his face The wooden shards hed violently and coughed out threads of blood The attack earlier had concentrated all of his life into one attack Now, it had been forcefully stopped If he wanted to achieve such supernatural speed again, it was impossible Furthermore, much of his meridians had been injured It was as if countless little knives were slicing through his body The pain was difficult to endure

The E any worse They were so grievous that the Emperor could disappear frolihing, his expression becaainst the copper vat and panting

Only his eyes revealed his true emotions Those emotions were very co that the scene before his eyes could not be real Could the Ee snowy mountain, icy to the bone, and incoth? When had the Emperor's face become so old?

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”Your Majesty, you've lost” Fan Xian lowered his head slightly He used the sleeve of the eunuch's outfit to wipe at the blood by his lips as he looked at the Eaze

His words had very littleThere were at least a dozen wounds on the Emperor's body In particular, blood poured out endlessly fro hole on his left shoulder and the wound in his abdomen

Just as the E as Gods in this world Wu Zhu was not one, and neither was he During this year, he had suffered betrayal, assassinations, and a lingering injury that had still not gone away Now, he also had a shocking battle with Wu Zhu, had his arm severed by an assault rifle, and suffered a secret attack from Fan Xian that was out of his realm Even the most powerful ruler in the world would have reached their finalon the Eently placed around the serving girl's hand In her hand was a gun

The Ee his words Instead, he gave a raspy cough and looked Fan Ruoruo beside hi tiood Emperor One has to abandon unnecessary emotions and cannot be soft-hearted Ruoruo, today you were soft-hearted, which was a fatal irl's outfit ht furroeen her brows showed that she was not as cal of autuht into the Royal Palace by the Emperor and had been by this lonely ruler's side in the royal study Day after day, she had too often seen the thin figure reading through hing from the sickbed, and saw too many furrows between this thin old ht of Jan 8, she had looked at the bright yellow figure through the glass froer had not treh the crack of the Palace doors today, she had seen that gradually aging face, the incomparably familiar face of the ruler For some reason, she had chosen to aim at the Emperor's arht In that moment, Fan Ruoruo's heart softened a touch

”Woirl endlessly tried to soften nored it You like An Zhi, that rascal, I know that However, have you girls ever wondered if you had softenedthis year or if your hearts had been softened by me?”

The Emperor spoke calmly and indifferently He didn't summon the internal court eunuchs that he had sent to the back palace or stop the bleeding It was as if he didn't care that the blood flowing out of his body and a slightlysmile rose to the corner of his lips

Fan Ruoruo's body trehtly as he looked at the familiar but also unknown Emperor, hom he had an unusually complicated relationshi+p No one knehat shock he felt in his mind, but his ad had reached an extreerous ed in a fatal battle, it seemed that he had been defeated In reality, he had chosen the best path He broke open the palace doors and found the gun wielder, as well as took control of her

Fan Xian pressed his thin lips together tightly and suddenly gritted his teeth ”Your Majesty, don't try to use her life to threaten me”

”Will you accept my threat?” the E tone, allowing blood to thoroughly stain his dragon robe

Fan Xian was silent for atoward Fan Ruoruo, he said in a raspy voice, ”If you die, I will cohtly pale She was silent for a moment before she said, ”I a the fear of death an incredible achievement?” The Ehed hoarsely ”Your face is just like your mother's, but your lips are like mine, thin and emotionless It is indeed true”

After a moment, the Emperor suddenly said with an indifferent expression, ”I have never been defeated in my life”

For some reason, after Fan Xian's rebirth, he had always been able to have a collectedness and coldness that others could not have At such a tense er rose, from the depths of his heart as he listened to the Emperor's words In a cold and stern voice, he roared at the Eh!”

The E at his handsoer Suddenly, he s at his loss of control, fear, and the strange rage that seemed to come from nowhere

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In the empty Royal Palace, other than the flesh of countless bodies and accumulated rainwater, there were only four people who could still stand Fan Xian stood beside Uncle Wu Zhu and silently observed the bright yellow figure not far fro He was indeed fearful, but his rage was not because of this fear Instead, it was because of another sorrowful feeling

There was very little distance between here and there Fan Xian seemed to have an opportunity to act but, the Emperor ithin three feet of Fan Ruoruo's side No one dared to take such a risk in front of a Great Grandh Fan Ruoruo's hand still held the assault rifle and everyone could see that the Eerous

”I have never been defeated in my life,” the Emperor said coldly as he looked at his son and Wu Zhu beside him Slowly, he raised a sleeve to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth ”I just feel that… It seems like I as Defeat ied to fate A ruler's defeat would certainly cause his death, but a ruler's death may not be because of his defeat