Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

"Even if you hide to the ends of the earth, the Martial Saint will follow the guidance of his intuition and kill you one by one."

"Even if I defect to the Immortal Sect...like me, I can only survive for a while, and will eventually be regarded as an abandoned son by the Immortal Sect!"

Wu Qingxin just tried to shake their minds at first, but as she talked, she felt sad...

For decades, she lived between the Immortal Sect and the Martial Saint, practicing hard in seclusion all day long, but she finally reached this point.

She smiled sadly:

"The heavens and the earth are vast, from the rivers and lakes to the temples, from the secular world to the immortal sect, there is no way for you and me to survive ----- Poof!"

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Mu slapped him on the back with great energy. He staggered forward two steps and vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"You keep talking, I'm listening, talk more."

Qiao Mu was very calm and calm.

He was as calm as if the fire was not burning on him.

As long as the warriors in this world can reach the fourth or fifth level, they cannot rely solely on practicing behind closed doors. They must go through many battles.

But no matter how much experience you have, no matter how rich your fighting experience is, in a desperate situation of life and death, it is almost impossible for your state of mind to remain calm.

Jade-faced Feilong and the others had to endure the burning pain of Li Huo while using their inner strength to suppress Li Huo, and at the same time fight to the death with Wu Qingxin's enemy. Their heart strings had already been tightened.

But Qiao Mu was different. He was as comfortable fighting to the death as shitting and peeing.

While he was listening to Wu Qingxin talking about the secrets of Saint Wu, his offensive did not slow down at all, and he used Wu Qingxin as a sandbag in actual combat.

What he is practicing with sandbags is the essence of Changsheng Quan, the ripples and waves. This is actually the secret skill of the Heyang Qiao family that Qiao Canxue taught him when he was in his twenties.

But now, after turning sixty, Qiao Mu's Dielang strength has broken through to the second level, Erdielang level.

He punched Wu Qingxin in the back and back, and two strong forces, one bright and one dark, erupted like waves, making two soft sounds from one punch.

For a martial artist who is successful in practicing martial arts, the maximum force produced by a punch is 100%.

And this ripples and waves are about not being able to exert all your strength, but leaving some room.

A punch only delivers six to seven points of force, and at the same time, a second punch is released in a very short period of time.

When the two powers are superimposed, they overlap like waves, and then burst out with more than 100% of the destructive power.

"Erdielang, 60% of the effort!"

Qiao Mu took advantage of Wu Qingxin's endless talk, stepped on the shadow step, appeared behind Wu Qingxin like a ghost, and punched him.

"Erdielang, 70% of the effort!"

The two powerful explosions at the front and back were 140% of the destructive power, causing Wu Qingxin to stumble once again.

However, after being attacked several times by Qiao Mu, she also took precautions and used hard skills secretly, so this time her body only staggered.

"Ultra-limited martial arts that exceed 100% of your strength? Is this what you rely on? It's just a matter of sitting in a well and watching the sky."

Wu Qingxin just sneered. She studied under Wu Shengren and her vision was naturally extraordinary. When she followed Wu Shengren in her early years, she had never seen any top martial arts techniques.

When Qiao Mu rushed forward again, she used both palms on her left and right sides to compete head-on with Qiao Mu, a sixty-year-old martial artist who had just entered the fourth rank.

But behind her, a flying sword was as fast as a cold star, cutting through an arc and rushing toward the back of Qiao Mu's head.

She was stupid to confront Qiao Mu, and this was not a one-on-one duel at all...

The two sides were fist to fist and palm to palm. She didn't want to defeat Qiao Mu head-on. As long as she blocked Qiao Mu's offensive, the flying sword could quietly chop off his head!

It was not that Qiao Mu didn't notice Wu Qingxin's secretly controlled flying sword.

It's just that he doesn't care, and even enjoys it.

Compared to dying under the burning fire again, it was not bad to die together with Wu Qingxin.

"Lao Hu, Jade-Faced Flying Dragon...I, Qiao Zhong, take the first step!"

Qiao Mu had a smile on his face, his expression was calm, but his inner energy suddenly exploded.

"Erdielang, 70% of the force was used...but the demon disintegrated!"

Several times the powerful internal energy erupted from the limbs and bones, almost instantly stretching the meridians of Qiao Mu's arms to the point of causing a tearing pain.

Boom, boom!

Several times the powerful force, and then erupting with two waves of force, one in front and one in back, Qiao Mu's sudden burst of power far exceeded Wu Qingxin's expectations.

The palms of her hands were fractured, twisted, and deformed under the tremendous force, and the broken and twisted bones of her arms were thrust back into her chest.

She took several steps back as blood spurted out.

The Jade-faced Feilong and the others did not stand idly by.

A clear sound of metal clashing sounded.

The jade-faced flying dragon used Qinggong, and in the midst of lightning and stone fire, he raised his sword and knocked away the flying sword that was flying towards the back of Qiao Mu's head.

The other two warrior figures, whose bodies were on fire, took advantage of Wu Qingxin's staggering backwards and stabbed Wu Qingxin in the back from behind with swords.

Wu Qingxin froze, her eyes widened, and the flying sword finally fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Her chest stopped rising and her breathing stopped suddenly.

The villagers in the mountain villages who surrounded him from a distance were first frightened and frightened, and then they became noisy and noisy.

"It's over." The jade-faced flying dragon standing behind Qiao Mu sighed slightly and looked at Li Huo wrapped around his hands and feet.

The fire was slightly smaller, but not extinguished.

"It's over when it's over. Why did you save me?" Qiao Mu turned around and glared at the jade-faced flying dragon.

Originally, he didn't want to get too involved with this group of Wu Jihui people. He had just chatted with Lao Hu for a few words, and he quickly stopped. He didn't expect that such a thing would happen.

The jade-faced flying dragon didn't understand Qiao Mu's words, but it didn't matter because he would be burned to death soon.

"...Wu Qingxin is dead, but the bone-corroding fire has not disappeared, but the fire has slowed down a little." The voice of the jade-faced flying dragon was a little tired.

This time Xing Xuan Envoy gathered a team of eleven people, including many fourth-grade ones, but in the end they ended up being wiped out.

"I heard that the Bone Erosion and Fire Talisman is a talisman specially used by the great monks in the immortal sect to target ordinary warriors. There is no chance of winning when faced head-on. Even a third-level god-refining warrior can only rely on superhuman intuition to dodge. "

"I thought that Saint Wu Qingxin had been practicing immortality for a short time. We waited for a chance to win, but we still underestimated her..."

Perhaps it was because he was about to die, but the jade-faced flying dragon, who had been quite dignified before, started to chatter now.

The warriors whose hands and feet were on fire each sat quietly and performed their kung fu to generate inner energy. Even though they knew they were going to die, they still wanted to put on a last struggle.

"Alas..." Someone sighed, and the atmosphere suddenly became dull.

And with this sigh.

The bearded swordsman walked out of the sea of ​​fire.

To everyone's surprise, at this moment, not only was his breath even and stable, he didn't even have any sparks on his body.

"Lao Hu, you..." At this time, everyone noticed something was wrong.

The bearded swordsman didn't say anything. He just put his hand on the scabbard at his waist, and his hand blurred for a moment.

More than ten streaks of sharp sword light flickered past. Then streams of blood surged wildly, and large swaths of flesh flew out.

Four warriors, including Qiao Mu, had blood gushing out from their bodies, and even a fifth-grade warrior's arm was cut off by the bearded swordsman in an instant.

"you---"

When everyone was shocked and angry, they were shocked to find that the Li Huo lingering around them had actually disappeared into the air with the bright sword light.

"Is the Bone Corrosion Li Fire extinguished?" The jade-faced flying dragon was shocked.

He vaguely noticed that this was completely different from the exquisite sword skills displayed by the bearded swordsman before.

No matter how exquisite the knife technique is, it is just a skill that can separate burning flesh and blood from intact flesh and blood.

But they have been burned by Lihuo for a while. Lihuo may have penetrated into their bones, so how can they be separated?

"Did you extinguish the Lihuo forcefully?"

"Is it relying on more powerful inner strength, or some other kind of power... There are indeed warriors in this world who can deal with the Li Huo of immortal cultivators..."

The jade-faced flying dragon soon ran out of room to think.

Because the moment the bearded swordsman drew his sword, an extremely strong shuddering feeling arose spontaneously. His whole body tensed subconsciously, and his breathing seemed to have stopped.

Qiao Mu glanced down at his body.

The flames lingering on his body have also been extinguished, and cold hairs can be seen standing on the parts of the skin that have not been burned by the flames.

This is the strong intuition tempered by Wu Sheng Sheng Rhinoceros, a crazy warning!

die! die! die!

This time, Qiao Mu's intuition was stronger than when he first faced the female cultivator Mingyue and exhaled the Bone-corroding Fire Talisman. It seemed that he had to exert all his strength to even maintain normal breathing.

It's not just Qiao Mu, Jade-faced Feilong and others who have practiced "Martial Spirit Rhinoceros".

Even the saint Wu Qingxin, who was supposed to be dead and whose chest was pierced by a sword, began to tremble slightly at this time.

First the fingers trembled, then the pupils, and finally the whole body.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the person with trembling pupils.

At some point, a bright moon rose from behind the clouds, and the faint moonlight passed through the mountains and forests, falling silvery white all over the place.

In her pupils, the bearded swordsman walked slowly, step by step, slowly expanding in her field of vision.

As he stepped forward, the Lihuo still remaining on the ground around him also fell to the ground and then slowly extinguished.

It was as if the fire of immortal talismans, which could burn out all the ordinary warriors in the world, would crawl in front of this man and even disappear.

On the face of the bearded swordsman, the flesh and facial features were slowly squirming and changing, and finally turned into a completely different and unfamiliar face.

This is a face whose specific age cannot be determined. His eyes are as deep as the abyss, like an old man who has experienced all the vicissitudes of life. However, there are no age spots or obvious wrinkles on his face. His face is broad and calm, and his brows are But it's still secretly locked.

Her long hair was just casually draped over her shoulders. The hair was gray-white only for middle-aged and elderly people, but it also had the thickness of young people. Especially under the dim light of the night at this moment, it seemed to have a faint luster.

"Qingxin, I sent you to the Xuantian Sect to practice for twenty or thirty years, and gave you so much time to perform, but the result..." The man looked down at the dying saint Wu Qingxin at his feet, with only a faint expression on his face. disappointment:

"That's it?"

"Wu Shengren..." Wu Qingxin raised her head, she gritted her teeth, and her charming face looked a little ferocious at this moment:

"The "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Art" is a two-way induction. Even if you create this secret method, you cannot hide your traces in one direction."

"Why?"

"Because I am a Martial Saint." The Martial Saint simply said:

"Just because the martial saints of twenty or thirty years ago couldn't do it, doesn't mean that the martial saints of today can't do it."

"If a martial saint cannot keep pace with the times and continue to make breakthroughs, how can he be called a saint? How can martial arts compete with immortality?"

"The iron rules of "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Jue" cannot be broken unless the power is dispersed."

"So, I specially created another secret method, "Xuanming Breath Condensation Technique", to restrain the martial artist's 'spirit', leaving only the level of strength training, avoiding the vague induction of intuition."

Wu Qingxin's pupils shrank slightly and she wanted to say something, but couldn't.

She has been practicing immortality for a long time. She practices hard in seclusion all day long, just to transcend the difference between immortality and mortals. Twenty or thirty years are like a snap of a finger.

But that's not the case with Wu Shengren.

Wu Shengren said calmly:

"I named you 'Pure Heart' because I hope that your mind will be clear and free of distracting thoughts, but you happen to be in a bad state of mind."

"Your martial arts and immortal qualifications are actually not bad, but your character is bad. How can you step into the path of refining the gods with such fear of me?"

"My mind is shaken. I dare not break through the realm of martial arts and immortality. Is it because I am afraid that I will die in my hands after breaking through? I will lose confidence in my choice and my Taoist heart will completely collapse?"

At this moment, the remaining flames around him completely disappeared.

The burning and burning of the bone-corroding fire all depended on Wu Qingxin's thoughts.

Wu Shengren did not deliberately put out the remaining fire on the ground, but the remaining fire crawled and even disappeared.

This means that Wu Qingxin has completely lost her mind.

The flame was extinguished, and the faint moonlight in the mountains and forests became the only source of light.

Under the moonlight, Wu Shengren stretched out a hand, and his arm expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is not a strong warrior tensing up his muscles, which visually makes his arms expand in a circle.