The Lord of Reincarnation - 55. Chapter 55

The years are long, and more than a hundred years have passed by in a hurry.

The twenty-one reincarnation of martial arts, more than one hundred years, is enough to replace seven or eight generations.

No matter what a hero, he can’t escape the fate of being blown away by rain and wind.

Only the deeds of “Seven Killing White Tigers and Domination of the World” have been sung continuously for more than a hundred years, making Fang Xian truly deserved and becoming a martial arts myth.

Yuanwu Kingdom, Golden Wind Drizzle House.

“The flowers are blooming and withering, helplessly hurt the passing of spring…”

Fang Xian lay on the soft chair and sighed faintly.

At this time, he is no longer young.

The shiny black hair turned frosty white, and the original energetic body became old and rickety, with interlaced wrinkles and age spots on his face.

“I am one hundred and seventy-nine years old this year, and there is still a year…Three Jiazi, is my age limit?”

The spiritual acumen of the Grand Master allowed him to accurately grasp the time of his body’s death.

This kind of sorrow of watching life come to an end and the candlelight is lit up is something young people can never imagine.

Even if he has beaten one life!

Even though he does not have the name of the leader of the martial arts, he has the reality of the leader of the martial arts!

Even if he holds the supreme power, all the treasures, beauty, and fascinating knowledge in the world…everything is given and requested, extravagant.

Now, no matter how good the wine is, no matter how beautiful the beauty is, it can’t arouse him the slightest interest.

Instead, there is a kind of sadness of’drawing the sword and looking at the heart at a loss’.

What if the martial arts world is invincible? Without an external enemy, I can only watch my body gradually age, qi and blood decay, I am afraid that even the white tiger’s facial expression at its peak will not be able to form, and it is like a tiger with its teeth extracted.

“Between life and death, there is a big horror!”

“If you die on the battlefield, there will be nothing, but this kind of powerlessness is terrifying…”

“Even if I have gold fingers, I am not sure if I can live my fourth life…”

“So the wise masters in history have become faint and cruel when they are old… It is not really faint, but self-defeating… Because even though the name has passed through the ages, in the face of death, what is it? for!”

In this world, two hundred lives are the limit!

Of course, this limit is only the most perfect theoretical state.

When Fang Xian was young, all kinds of battles, injuries… consumed a huge amount of energy, blood, and essence, which were all things that greatly reduced the life span of his body.

Originally, he only had a life span of about one hundred and fifty years.

Even if relying on the white tiger’s method to absorb the essence, it will only be delayed for 30 years, no matter how much it is, it is impossible!

Unless… can truly break through the realm!

“It’s a pity… it’s impossible, Grand Master, it’s the upper limit of this world… But in fact, Grand Master’s True Qi cultivation base is similar to Grand Master, but it strengthens the spiritual realm and can achieve the unity of nature and man. It’s just a fusion of heaven and earth…”

“This is the limitation of the world. Unless you can overcome the world by one person, you will not be able to break through…”

Fang Xian got up and came to the outside world.

“Great worship!”

A deacon knelt to greet each other immediately, as if watching a god descend on the earth.

“Go outside the city, Fenglin Mountain.”

Fang Xian got on the carriage and gave an order.

He is now the biggest consecration of the Jinfeng Xiyu Tower, even if the new host “Jade Little Tiger” has to listen to him.

On Fenglin Mountain, a group of red forests are soaked.

In the cold wind, Fang Xian came to a tomb.

This is Yu Longjiao’s grave!

This female grandmaster is older than him, and naturally takes a step ahead of him.

Today is her death day.

Fang Xian closed his eyes, and the fairy dressed in black, with the appearance of snowy jade feet, seemed to be right in front of him.

Moreover, this female grandmaster might still have some affection for him later, but he declined.

Not only that.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the former Baihu Xingjun, now Baihu Xianjun has been alone in his entire life, with no family members, no wives, children, and no apprentices.

Martial arts people have said that the white tiger fairy has no problems and no weakness.

Fang Xian knew that he was afraid.

Fear of seeing his wife and son die before him!

He didn’t want to experience that kind of sadness and pain anymore.

Just as I once disguised myself and went to see off the Wang family.

The royal family at the time had already enjoyed their lifetime, and now he has secretly taken care of his bloodline, but in terms of sentiment, it is really thin, and there is not much left.

“Life, separation, death, don’t…”

Fang Xian murmured, feeling extremely complicated in his heart.

Back at Jinfeng Drizzle Building, a young man greeted him: “Grandpa!”

With sword eyebrows and stars, he was full of vigor, and he carried a youthful vigor that Fang Xiandu envied.

“Little tiger…what’s the matter?”

Fang Xian directly suppressed the gloom and jealousy in his heart, and asked casually.

“The latest information, the two veins of the Vatican, it seems that there are heirs who can’t bear to secretly come out… and the northern master Bao Shenglong has also broken through. Maybe he wants to challenge the grandfather…”

Yu Xiaohu worried.

In the past, there were also masters who wanted to challenge Fangxian, who were all martial arts geniuses born out of this world.

Then there is no more…

The prestige of White Tiger Immortal Monarch was built on the bones of Grand Master and Grand Master.

But now, it seems that the news that Fang Xian is old and debilitated, the wolf king is old, and the challenging male wolf is eager to try again.

Among them, Bao Shenglong and Yu Xiaohu, known as the’North Dragon and South Tiger’, are the most prestigious masters of the younger generation of martial arts in Jianghu.

Now Beilong broke through the Great Master and directly crushed Yu Xiaohu.

“Haha… It seems that my fierce reputation can no longer contain them… ahem…”

Fang Xian said a few words and started coughing and panting.

Grandmaster master can perfectly control himself, at least before the age of 150, his combat power is still 90% of the peak period.

But after he was one hundred and sixty years old, his condition declined year by year, and he began to lose control of his qi and blood, and even fell ill.

At the age of one hundred and seventy-nine, when there is still a year to go, it will naturally worsen.

“Never mind… the peace of more than one hundred and fifty years must be broken. If you divide for a long time, you must be together, and if you are together for a long time, you must be divided. This is the common sense of heaven…”

Fang Xian waved his hand to make Yu Xiaohu, who wanted to come up to beat himself back, retreat: “These things, the old man can’t manage, and don’t want to manage…As for the challenge? After the battle book is really delivered, let’s talk about it…”

Yu Longjiao has not married all his life. This Yu Xiaohu is not a direct descendant of Yu Longjiao, but he has the ability and talents. With Fang Xian’s help, he still holds the Golden Wind Drizzle House in his hands after all. When he persists for another generation, he can make it. Jinfeng Xiyulou is completely surnamed’Yu’.

At this moment, looking at Fang Xian’s thin and rickety back, Yu Xiaohu’s expression couldn’t help being extremely complicated.