The years are long, and more than a hundred years have passed by in a hurry.
Twenty-one reincarnations of martial arts, more than a hundred years, are enough to replace seven or eight generations.
No matter how heroic you are, you can't escape the fate of being blown away by the rain and the wind.
Only the deed of "White Tiger kills seven times and dominates the world" has been continuously sung for more than a hundred years, making Fang Xian truly worthy of his name and becoming a martial arts myth.
Yuanwu Kingdom, Jinfeng Xiaoyu Tower.
"Flowers bloom and wither, but the spring is gone..."
Fang Xian lay on the soft chair and sighed quietly.
At this time, he was no longer young.
All his shiny black hair turned to frosty white, and his originally energetic body became old and stooped, with wrinkles and age spots on his face.
"I am one hundred and seventy-nine years old this year, and there is still one year...three years. Is this my end?"
The Grand Master's mental acuity allowed him to accurately grasp the time of physical death.
This kind of sadness, watching life come to an end little by little, and the candles are lit little by little, is definitely not something that young people can imagine.
Even if he once had a fist fight!
Even though he does not have the name of the leader of the martial arts alliance, he is actually the leader of the martial arts alliance!
Even if he has supreme power, all the treasures, beauties, and unique skills in the world... he can take and ask for everything, and he is extremely extravagant.
Now, no matter how good the wine is, no matter how beautiful the beauty is, they can't arouse the slightest interest in him.
Instead, there is a kind of sadness of "drawing a sword and looking around with a confused heart".
So what if he is invincible in martial arts? Without external enemies, he can only watch his body gradually age and his energy and blood decline. I am afraid that even the white tiger at its peak will not be able to take shape, just like a tiger with its teeth pulled out.
"Between life and death, there is great terror!"
"If you die on the battlefield, there will be nothing, but this feeling of powerlessness is frightening..."
"Even if I have a golden finger, I'm not sure I can survive the fourth life..."
"So those wise masters in history have become dim and cruel as they age... It's not that they are really dim, but they have given up on themselves... Because even if their names last forever, what does it matter in the face of death? It's not as if they are willful and willful.
for!"
In this world, two hundred years is the limit!
Of course, this limit is only the most perfect theoretical state.
When Fang Xian was young, he suffered from various battles and injuries... which consumed a huge amount of energy, blood and essence. These were all things that greatly reduced the lifespan of his body.
Originally, he only had a lifespan of about 150 years.
Even if you rely on the White Tiger Dharma to absorb the essence, it will only be delayed for thirty years, and any more will be impossible!
Unless...you can truly break through the realm!
"It's a pity... it's simply impossible. The Grand Master is the upper limit of this world... But in fact, the Grand Master's Qi cultivation is similar to that of the Grand Master. He only has a stronger spiritual realm and can achieve the unity of heaven and man.
God just merges heaven and earth..."
"This is the limitation of the world. Unless one person can conquer the world, there is no way to break through..."
Fang Xian got up and came to the outside world.
"Big offering!"
A deacon immediately knelt down to greet him, as if he were watching a god descending into the mortal world.
"Go outside the city, to Maplewood Mountain."
Fang Xian got on the carriage and gave an order.
He is now the biggest worshiper of Jinfeng Xiaoyu Building, even the new building owner ‘Yu Xiaohu’ has to listen to his orders.
On Fenglin Mountain, there is a red forest.
In the cold wind, Fang Xian came to a tomb.
This is Yu Longjiao’s grave!
This female grandmaster is older than him, so she naturally takes a step ahead of him.
Today is her death anniversary.
Fang Xian closed his eyes, and the appearance of the fairy in black clothes and jade feet like snow seemed to be right in front of her.
Moreover, this female master may have had some feelings for him later, but he declined.
Not only that.
Everyone in the world knows that the former White Tiger Star Lord is now alone all his life. He has no family, no wife, no children, and no apprentices.
Martial arts people all say that the White Tiger Immortal has no worries and no weaknesses.
Fang Xian knew that he was afraid.
Afraid of seeing his wife and son die before him!
He didn't want to experience that kind of sadness and pain again.
Just like how he once disguised himself to see off the Wang family.
The original Wang family had already enjoyed their long life, and now he secretly took care of their bloodline, but in terms of affection, it was really thin, with not much left.
"Life, separation, death, farewell..."
Fang Xian murmured, feeling extremely complicated in his heart.
Returning to Jinfeng Xiaoyu Building, a young man greeted him: "Grandpa!"
His sharp eyebrows and starry eyes were full of energy, and he had a youthful vitality that even Fang Xian envied.
"Little Tiger...what's the matter?"
Fang Xian suppressed the darkness and jealousy in his heart and asked casually.
"The latest information is that a descendant of the second lineage of the Brahma Dao has been born secretly because he couldn't bear it anymore... and the grand master in the north, Bao Shenglong, has also made a breakthrough, and may want to challenge the great grandfather..."
Yu Xiaohu said worriedly.
In the past, there were also masters who wanted to challenge Fang Xian, and they were all geniuses who were unique in the martial arts world.
Then there is no more...
The reputation of the White Tiger Immortal Lord is built on the bones of the Grand Master and the Grand Master.
But now, it seems that news has spread that Fang Xian is old and frail, the Wolf King is old, and the male wolf is eager to challenge again.
Among them, Bao Shenglong and Yu Xiaohu, known as the "North Dragon and South Tiger", are the most famous masters of the younger generation in the martial arts world.
Now Beilong has broken through the Grandmaster and directly defeated Yu Xiaohu.
"Haha...it seems that my evil reputation can no longer suppress them...ahem..."
After Fang Xian said a few words, he started coughing and gasping.
A Grand Master can perfectly control himself. At least until he is 150 years old, his combat power will still be 90% of what he was at his peak.
But after the age of 160, his condition deteriorated year by year, and he began to lose control of his energy and blood, and even fell ill.
At the age of one hundred and seventy-nine, with one year to go before his death, his condition naturally worsened.
"It doesn't matter... the peace that lasted for more than one hundred and fifty years must be broken. If we separate for a long time, we will unite, and if we unite for a long time, we will separate. This is the law of heaven..."
Fang Xian waved his hand and asked Yu Xiaohu, who wanted to come up to give him a slap on the back, to step back: "I can't control these things, and I don't want to... As for the challenge? Let's talk about it after the letter of challenge is actually delivered to the door..."
Yu Longjiao never married. This Yu Xiaohu was not a direct descendant of Yu Longjiao, but he was capable and talented. With Fang Xian's help, he finally took the Golden Wind and Dry Rain Tower in his hands. If he persists for another generation, he can make it
Jinfeng Xiaoyu Tower is completely named "Yu".
At this time, looking at Fang Xian's emaciated and hunched back, Yu Xiaohu's expression couldn't help but be extremely complicated.