Qin Guan stood there, motionless.
He did not draw his sword or even raise his hand.
Behind him, the old man in gray robe flashed out.
The old man in gray robe's Movement Method is equally fast, so fast that the afterimage is almost invisible.
He moved three steps laterally, happened to be in front of Qin Guan, and struck out with the same palm.
The two palms collided in the air.
"Boom--!!!"
The loud noise shook the sky.
The air wave exploded in all directions with the two people as the center. Dozens of bluestone slabs in the square were blown away, and rubble flew everywhere, hitting the walls and pillars, leaving holes one after another.
Before the nearest dozen or so Imperial Guards could run away, they were swept away by the air wave and hit the wall. They vomited blood and died on the spot.
Li Qianyuan took a step back.
The old man in gray robe turned pale and took three steps back.
Every step left a deep footprint on the bluestone, and the stone around the footprints cracked like a spider web.
He took a deep breath, but soon returned to normal. He retracted his palms, tucked them into his sleeves, and stood there like a wall.
Li Qianyuan steadied his body, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the old man in gray robe.
"You are Qin Shi." His voice was hoarse, with a hint of surprise, "Qin Guan's uncle?"
The old man in gray robe did not answer.
He didn't even change his expression, he just turned slightly sideways and stood in front of Qin Guan again.
Li Qianyuan nodded, slowly straightened his waist, moved his shoulders, and the joints made a crackling sound.
The rickety old man was gone, and standing there was a veteran with a straight back and electric eyes.
He slowly raised his hands and made a starting gesture.
That is the secret boxing technique passed down by the royal family - True Dragon Fist.
The old man in gray robe finally raised his eyelids.
His hands poked out from his sleeves, and his fingers were slightly curved, like eagle talons.
The two looked at each other for a while.
Then they moved at the same time.
Two figures crossed each other in the square, their fists and palms intersecting, and their energy was overflowing.
Every punch carries the power of Mountain-Splitting Stone-Cracking, and every palm is wrapped in feminine and deadly inner energy.
True Dragon Fist is fierce and domineering, each punch is accompanied by the sound of a dragon's roar, and the fist is released outward, plowing deep grooves on the ground.
The gray-robed old man's palm skills are sinister and vicious, focusing on vital points and making fatal moves.
His Movement Method was weird, like a loach, it could always slip out from the cracks of the late emperor's fists.
The two men fought from the center of the square to the east side, and then from the east side to the west side.
Wherever it passed, the bluestone slabs were shattered into powder, the white marble railings were broken into several pieces, and even the rammed earth on the ground was turned up.
No one dares to approach within a radius of tens of feet.
Only Qin Guan and Emperor Xianwu stood there, looking directly at each other from a distance of a hundred feet.
Wait until the momentum continues to climb to the top.
Qin Guan and Emperor Xianwu moved at the same time.
Two figures swept out from a hundred feet away at the same time, so fast that they didn't even have time to leave an afterimage.
One black and one gold, like two meteors colliding.
"Qiang--!!!"
Tai'e Sword and Army-Breaker Sword clashed, sparks exploded like the scorching sun in the sky.
The light was dazzling, illuminating the entire Imperial City as bright as day.
Sword Qi shot out in all directions, plowing deep grooves into the bluestone slabs on the ground, causing gravel to fly.
The two of them didn't stop.
The first sword had just passed, and the second sword had already been struck.
The third sword, the fourth sword... the sword light intertwined into a net, wrapping the two people in it.
Qin Guan's Swordsmanship is strange and cruel. Each sword thrust out from an unexpected angle, directly striking Emperor Xianwu's throat, heart, and pubic area.
Army-Breaker Sword It is as dark as ink, and the sword body is almost invisible under the moonlight. Only a faint black line can be seen wandering in the air.
Emperor Xianwu's Swordsmanship opens and closes, and every sword carries the supreme majesty of an emperor.
Tai'e Sword golden light flows, Sword Qi is like a dragon, facing every blow of Qin Guan.
The two exchanged dozens of moves in the air, and the aftermath of Sword Qi was scattered in all directions.
A Sword Qi slashed at the huge pillar of the Tai Chi Hall. The two of them hugged each other, and the thick pillar broke instantly, and a corner of the roof of the palace suddenly collapsed.
Another Sword Qi hit the stone lion on the east side of the square. The thousand-jin stone lion instantly exploded into powder, and the gravel flew dozens of feet away.
The whole Imperial City was shaking.
The palace people who were watching the battle from a distance were running around with their heads in their hands, some got into the side hall, some hid behind the rockery, and some simply collapsed on the ground, covering their ears and shivering.
The glazed tiles on the roof of the hall were blown away by the air waves, fell with a crashing sound, and smashed to the ground into countless pieces.
Emperor Xianwu The more he fights, the braver he becomes.
Dragon Qi was boiling in his body, each sword was as heavy as a thousand stones, and the force of the sword was like a violent storm, forcing Qin Guan to retreat continuously.
"Qin Guan!" Emperor Xianwu struck down with a sword, Sword Qi was like a golden waterfall, and the sound was like thunder. "Today I will kill you to sacrifice my Great Yong country!!"
Qin Guan blocked with a horizontal sword, but was sent flying several feet backward by the sword.
He steadied himself, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but the coldness in his eyes became even stronger.
"Great Yong?" He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a cold tone, "Today I will change it to Great Qin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust out his sword with his backhand.
This sword was reaching its extreme, Army-Breaker Sword turned into a black line, going straight to Emperor Xianwu's heart.
Emperor Xianwu dodged sideways, the sword edge brushed against the dragon robe and cut off a piece of golden cloth.
He swept the sword with his backhand, Qin Guan turned over in the air, and Sword Qi flew past his feet and struck the white marble railing behind him, causing the railing to snap into two pieces.
The two of them fought from the ground to the air, and then from the air to the top of the Tai Chi Hall.
The glazed tiles on the roof of the palace shattered under their feet, and golden fragments fell like rain.
Qin Guan crushed a piece of owl kiss with one foot, used the force to fly into the air, and struck out with a sword from top to bottom.
Emperor Xianwu raised his sword to block, his feet crushed the ridge of the roof of the palace, and his whole body sank half a foot.
"Boom!"
Tai Chi Hall's roof finally couldn't hold on any longer.
Most of the roof suddenly collapsed, and broken tiles, wooden beams, and dust poured down, revealing the empty dragon chair in the hall.
The two fell into the hall from the collapsed hole and started fighting in the hall.
Tai'e Sword cut off the armrest of the dragon chair, and Army-Breaker Sword split the imperial case.
There were deep sword marks left on the dragon pillar, and the golden brick floor was full of cracks.
After a hundred moves, the two of them rushed out of the palace at the same time and fell back into the square.
Ten feet apart, gasping for air.
Emperor Xianwu's dragon robe was in pieces, with half of its left sleeve cut off, revealing the black inner armor.
There was blood from the corner of his mouth, and there was a shallow sword wound under his left rib, and the blood soaked the dragon robe.
But his back was still straight, and Tai'e Sword still held it very firmly.
Qin Guan is not much better.
His black robe was covered with sword cuts, and his left arm was cut open by Sword Qi with a cut that showed the bone. Blood dripped down his wrist and pooled into a small puddle on the bluestone board.
His breathing was rapid and his chest was heaving violently, but the hand holding Army-Breaker Sword did not tremble at all.
The two looked at each other.
Emperor Xianwu suddenly smiled.
There was fatigue, appreciation, and the pleasure of meeting an opponent in that smile.
"Half-Step Golden Core Realm," he gasped, his voice hoarse but full of breath, "You did not disappoint me."
"Where did you get your Dragon Qi?"