Chapter 2633: Half a Life of Glory, Ending Sadly

Then, he found the young man of similar age to himself at the barbarian border.

At that time, he believed that he was bound to win, so he made no secret of it and directly demanded a battle with Xuanyuan.

But he was rejected, because at that time, Xuanyuan Busheng was patrolling the northern border, and he was waiting for an opponent, the barbarian war god Batulu.

When it came to the barbarians, Xue Fenghua had no choice but to keep her mind on it, but she did not give up. Instead, she followed her distant cousin closely and waited for him to make an appointment after the battle with Batulu.

But for some reason, Batulu never appeared.

Therefore, Xue Fenghua believed that Xuanyuan's defeat was just an excuse, so he immediately stopped waiting and launched an assassination attempt on Xuanyuan, forcing him to fight.

In his opinion, this was just an easy blow, but unexpectedly, the young man, who was only in his thirties, turned around and punched, shattering the natal magic weapon in his hand, the Frost Sword.

The aftermath of the fist was as powerful as a river, sending Xue Fenghua a hundred feet away, causing her to kneel down.

It is conceivable that Xue Fenghua was inexplicably horrified at that time. He could not imagine that he, who claimed to be the invincible assassin of the contemporary era, had never put his peers in his eyes. Facing this peer, he could just punch him. Defeated suddenly, with almost no power to fight back.

Why?

He wanted to ask, he almost went crazy, but Xuanyuan Busheng just turned around, without even looking at his red eyes, and walked away along the border again.

Without even a word, it seemed as if he had defeated the best assassin in the world, but it was just like chasing away a mosquito with an understatement.

This kind of blow, this kind of disregard, for Xue Fenghua, it can be imagined that it is almost fatal.

Everything he was proud of and all his hard work vanished in that moment and became a big joke.

The chasm-like gap in strength made Xue Fenghua lose hope, and her will nearly collapsed. She never recovered and never took on an assassin mission again.

No one in the world knew that this battle was the true cause of Xue Fenghua's defeat. As for the legendary battle between him and Qin Wuyang, there was actually a different story behind it.

After the defeat, Xue Fenghua certainly had no shame in returning to Fengxue Villa. He just wanted to go as far as possible, so he chose the opposite direction to the Villa - the south.

Staggering all the way to the southernmost tip of Nanjiang, he stopped in despair.

During this process, there was only one woman who never left him. The woman held a child in her arms and followed him silently, sleeping in the open air and never leaving even half a step away.

The depressed Xue Fenghua finally lived in seclusion, no longer thinking about fighting for supremacy in the world, and lowered his head to focus on his daughter.

Because he finally discovered that his daughter was extremely talented and even surpassed himself.

This gave him renewed hope that perhaps his child could defeat that invincible man.

So, he put all his efforts into cultivating this child.

Then four years ago, Qin Wuyang came to see him, wanting to defeat this senior and completely determine his position.

Originally, it was impossible for Xue Fenghua to fight, but at that time, he had already passed on what he had learned throughout his life to his daughter, and he hoped to leave his strongest battle to his daughter to watch and experience.

So, he agreed to the other party.

That day, Xue Fenghua dressed in white, trimmed her beard and hair, picked up the recast Frost Sword, and launched an unparalleled killer showdown with Qin Wuyang in Shiwanda Mountain.

The Hundred Thousand Mountains have become the broadest stage for them to assassinate each other.

They lurked, assassinated, and raided, doing whatever they could.

In the end, after ninety days of fierce fighting, Qin Wuyang pierced the heart with a sword, and Xue Fenghua, with endless loneliness, smiled at his wife and daughter who came over, and the curtain call came.

His wife was not sad, she hugged him with a smile and jumped into the abyss.

The girl was deeply taught the art of killers. She did not hate Qin Wuyang. On the contrary, she was very grateful to him for giving her father the final battle and fulfilling his last wish.

However, how could she let go of the death of her parents, so she turned all her hatred and anger towards her great-grandfather, the invincible assassin. She even believed that Xue Antian almost deliberately used Xuanyuan's hand to destroy her father.

She vowed to find Xue Antian to seek justice for her father and restore his glory. Moreover, he must fulfill his father's last wish and defeat Xuanyuan.

But she knew very well that at the age of more than 20, she was not even a match for her father, and it was completely impossible for her to be an enemy of her grandfather.

Therefore, she inherited her mother's position as the godmother of the Snow Lotus Cult, used the Snow Lotus Cult to collect heavenly materials and treasures, practiced hard, and her progress was rapid.

But she knew very well that it was not enough. Her father was already in the upper realm of Earth Immortal and still could not defeat Xue Antian.

She could only practice patiently and wait patiently.

At this time, an extremely dazzling figure appeared in southern Xinjiang - the Iron Masked King.

The rugged geography of southern Xinjiang and the diverse ethnic groups seemed so simple under the feet of this young king named Louis.

The more she paid attention to this person, the more she felt amazed, and later she even came up with an idea...

"So, do you want me to help you practice, or do you want me to help you level Snow Wind Villa?"

Ying Wuming raised the corners of his lips and looked at the woman.

"Both, yes. But there's one more."

She said seriously: "I think it may be possible for me to fight against Xue Antian in the future, but I won't be able to defeat that Xuanyuan. But you can."

Ying Wuming smiled: "But why should I?"

"Snow Lotus Sect, here you go." The woman stared into his eyes: "You are the king, you want the entire southern border."

Ying Wuming smiled faintly: "The Snow Lotus Sect...is as powerful as the Heavenly Demon Palace, which is really good."

"I think this condition is very good. After all, the Snow Lotus Sect members are distributed among hundreds of tribes, covering a wide range, and it is difficult for you to completely conquer them."

Ying Wuming said, "If so, how can you give it to me?"

The woman slowly lifted her veil, revealing a beautiful face: "I will give myself to you."

Ying Wuming looked at her pupils that seemed to contain frost flowers: "Is this the assassin's unscrupulous efforts?"

The woman stared at him: "You can think of it this way. Becoming my husband and defeating Xuanyuan will make sense to my father."

Ying Wuming Somewhat surprised: "Is the relationship between father and daughter so good?"

The woman said slowly: "I know how desperate he was back then, how much he hoped to see the day of defeating Xuanyuan, but Xuanyuan was climbing to the top step by step until he became the number one in the world. My father could no longer see any hope, so he decided to die. But he was good enough to me, good enough. I know that he didn't think of killing Xuanyuan, he just wanted to see him defeated. The scene that day became his inner demon."

Ying Wuming stared at the other party: "It also became your inner demon. One is Xue Antian, and the other is Xuanyuan Busheng. Under your father's teachings, you subtly regard them as mountains blocking your way."