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

Chapter 448

Bilian Fairy City is in the palm of Kuafu Mountain's left hand, and she flew upward along the way, while using the communication jade talisman to report to the sect.

But when she flew over the White Lotus Fairy City, several rainbow lights shot up into the sky from the fairy city.

"Sister Bilian, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Could it be that Changqing Zhenren of the Changsheng Sect has done something wrong?"

Bilian Zhenren looked carefully and felt relieved immediately.

The visitors were Elder Bailian, Elder Jinlian, and Elder Heilian of the Blood Lotus Sect.

Several of these elders had higher cultivation than her, which made her feel safer than when she was alone.

"It's not Changqing Zhenren, it's the Qiao family who came to the door." Bilian Zhenren said anxiously.

"Oh? Are you talking about the Qiao family of the mortal martial arts family?"

Elder Jinlian disagreed.

"We are just mortals anyway. We have dealt with countless troublemakers in Jiulian Immortal City."

"Even the so-called super-class warriors are insignificant." said the Black Lotus Immortal.

"Bilian, you are a sect elder, why are you in such a hurry?" Elder Jinlian also scolded:

"If the Taoist friends of Changsheng Sect see us, they will definitely look down on us. It is not appropriate for the younger generation of the sect to see us."

"In the face of foreign enemies, ordinary disciples can retreat, but you and I are sect elders, and we have the sect behind us. How can we retreat?!"

"Bilian, don't embarrass our Blood Lotus Sect."

"Now it's urgent." Bilian Immortal said anxiously:

"The Qiao family has destroyed a incense mine in my Bilian Immortal City!"

"Bilian Immortal City is Jiulian One of the immortal cities is a place of great worship. How can we not have it? "

"Bilian, don't make a fuss." Jinlian Zhenren said lightly:

"What kind of person is the headmaster? He is a Taoist master..."

"What's more, the headmaster is now refining a magic weapon and can't spare time."

"If it is a major event of the sect, it must be reported as soon as possible, but if it is a small matter, it will disturb the headmaster...Are you really not afraid of the headmaster's punishment?"

"If you feel that you are not strong enough, we can go together."

Bilian Zhenren frowned, and was secretly angry.

There is a gap between Yuanying cultivators and Yuanying cultivators. Even if they are all elders in the sect, there are differences in status.

The level of cultivation, the strength of magic power, the level of magic... The gap in the same realm is also a world of difference.

Bilian Zhenren's cultivation is only in the early stage of Yuanying. Her immortal city is also the one with the most mortal chores, and her right to speak has always been low.

Compared with Elder Jinlian, she is actually a head shorter.

The two of them were not very harmonious because of the dispute over the position of incense and god.

Now that Elder Jinlian was using the position of the headmaster to pressure her, she was speechless.

"Since Senior Brother insisted on doing so, I have nothing to say." Bilian Zhenren said sternly:

"I have already informed the headmaster about this matter. Whether it is a big or small matter, the headmaster will decide it himself."

"If Senior Brother Jinlian does not believe it and wants to go to Bilian Xiancheng to deal with it personally, I will never stop you."

"It's just that I am only in the early stage of Yuanying and my strength is low. I am afraid I can't help Senior Brother Jinlian."

Jinlian Zhenren glanced at her expressionlessly:

"It's enough to have self-knowledge."

"Why do you need to intervene? You can lead the way. I will go to meet the Qiao family and find out the background of the Qiao family..."

"Senior Brother, you are generous!" Bilian Zhenren pretended to smile and praised him.

In his heart, he secretly gritted his teeth, even looking forward to the Qiao family being able to help and kill the arrogant Jinlian Zhenren...

..............

The earth and rocks collapsed, the mountain was shaking, and the rumbling vibrations were endless.

The two figures sometimes crossed and sometimes separated, and the airflow and strong winds aroused whistled past, and the sharp sound of cutting through the air was as dense as a rainstorm.

Wu Qizheng and Wu Jing looked at them from afar, feeling inexplicably frightened, and the strong sense of danger made them subconsciously tense their bodies.

"Is this the pinnacle of human martial arts... Forty years after the alien war, human martial arts finally have such momentum." Wu Jing sighed.

"The pinnacle of martial arts?" Wu Qizhen was noncommittal:

"If you're talking about the pinnacle of martial artists, then the Martial Saint has been slaughtering the entire martial arts world for decades, so he's certainly already there."

"But the pinnacle of martial arts is not the same."

"The Martial Saint's Taotie martial arts is not something that can be imitated by later generations. The strongest person who walks the same path as him is only Wu Qiankun, who has already lost control and was killed by the Martial Saint."

"The Qiao family is a family." Wu Qizhen shook his head and said:

"The Human Dao Sutra is a way to break the small limit of the fourth rank of a martial artist, and it is a way to build the foundation of qi and blood."

"The Divine Transformation Art completes the Refining Spirit Martial Arts, so that the Refining Spirit Martial Artists in Jiuzhou today also have the potential to hurt the Immortal Dao Cultivators." ”

“As for the Qiao family’s magical skills, they are countless and can be learned by all martial artists in the world. If you say the pinnacle of Kyushu martial arts, it has already appeared.”

“You are right if you say so.” Wu Jing did not try to argue with Wu Qizhen:

“This is a fight between martial artists and a fight between martial arts.”

“But whether it is the pinnacle of martial artists or the pinnacle of martial arts, today will inevitably determine the winner and the loser, and life and death.”

He continued:

“The Martial Saint is a person who always has a trump card and a backhand, and never takes risks easily, so no one in this world should know all his secrets and methods.”

Wu Qizhen said coldly:

“The only ones who take risks are always others, such as his scapegoat.”

Swoosh----

A sharp sound of breaking through the air passed over the fairy city, and then it landed with a rumble.

Qiao Mu landed on one leg with a slight bend, and the ground sank slightly, and the cracks quickly spread outward like a spider web.

The skin on the body kept bleeding, the leg muscles twitched slightly, and the turned skin and flesh healed on their own...

"The Eight Steps of Ascending to Heaven in the Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon is a nine-step jump, equivalent to eight changes of direction in the air... but only eight steps can be taken at a time. Frequent use is equivalent to self-mutilation of the legs. The load is too heavy, and it is difficult to last even with the thousand changes of flesh and blood."

"The Dragon Step consumes true energy into clouds, but the speed is a little slower..."

"And the Martial Saint... is his speed still increasing?"

He raised his head and listened to all directions, only to hear the whistling wind blowing away the grass and blowing the leaves rustling.

Only the voice was heard, but the person was not seen.

The speed of the Martial Saint has reached a level that is difficult to see with the naked eye. Only through the intuitive perception of the Spiritual Warrior can his existence be detected.

"The so-called Supreme Transformation is not a fixed body form. The Martial Saint is constantly adjusting his body form through the changes of flesh and blood during the battle..."

"Continuously adjusting and improving in the fierce battle..."

Qiao Mu lowered his eyelids.

Although the Martial Saint was not as dazzling as the Sword Exiled Immortal who dominated the world with one sword in his early years, he had become the pillar of the Great Yan Military Officers in forty years.

Such a person is naturally a rare martial arts genius in the world.

Unlike Qiao Mu.

This kind of back-and-forth battle is also very beneficial to the Martial Saint, allowing him to constantly adjust and improve in battle.

Qiao Mu's eight steps to heaven cannot be used too often. His flying speed is slowing down, while the martial saint is getting faster and faster, just like a human-shaped meteor...

"Then, I don't have to use my own shortcomings to attack his strengths."

The martial saint has the Taotie Swallowing Heaven skill, and by constantly devouring martial arts masters and immortal monks, he has strengthened his martial arts and his body to an incredible, inhuman level.

Such accumulation is far beyond the scope of normal martial artists.

The internal strength of the Blood River has been accumulated by the family for more than a thousand years, and there are more than one thousand-year-old Yuanying monsters who died at the hands of the martial saint?

Although martial arts skills and immortal cultivation cannot be directly equated and quantified, the amount of accumulation is clear at a glance.

However, Qiao Mu naturally has his accumulation.

"It's almost five thousand years..."

Qiao Mu murmured.

Qiao Mu is now 4985 years old.

Five thousand years is a long accumulation at the level of the length of civilization history.

He is not a peerless genius with amazing comprehension like Jian Zexian, nor is he a fighting genius like Wu Sheng who becomes stronger with more setbacks and more battles.

Martial arts geniuses can make continuous progress and breakthroughs in battle, but Qiao Mu's every progress can only be accumulated bit by bit over a long period of decades or hundreds of years.

And these accumulations, in the long history of civilization, have accumulated like a vast river.

Whether it is the Blood River of the Blood Family's thousand-year-old power inheritance, or Yan Taizu, the body of the Medicine Spirit who has eaten many natural materials and treasures, they have long been unable to compare with Qiao Mu in the accumulation of Qi.

If the first on the Jin list is "Qiao Qijin".

Then the second is "Qiao Shuangxin", "Qiao Xixin"...

"True power, open."

Nearly five thousand years of vast true power rushed out of Qiao Mu's body.

Like the gates of a dam opened, the torrent of true power poured out and filled the surroundings in an instant.

The mighty torrent of true energy condensed into a pale white, like a real giant python of energy that surrounded the surroundings.

The sudden wind pressure pushed down the surrounding weeds and tilted the trees.

The Thousand Soul Banners by the pool fluttered and swayed.

Wu Qizheng and Wu Jing changed color in horror.

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The vast amount of internal energy of nearly five thousand years, just the release of true energy, seems to change the color of the wind and clouds.

True energy is a combination of "god" and internal energy. It is not only like a substance, but also the "tentacle" of Qiao Mu, an extension of his eyes and intuition of refining the spirit.

At this moment.

Wherever the torrent of true energy goes, everything is reflected in his heart.

"Which one is the Qiao family member who is making trouble?" A voice came from the sky.

It was the Blood Lotus Sect's Bilian Zhenren who had returned.

But she was smart this time. She was the guide, but she shrank far behind, as if she was afraid of being affected.

The leader of this group of Nascent Soul cultivators was a white-haired old Taoist wearing a golden Taoist robe, Jinlian Zhenren.

"The one below is it." Bilian Zhenren pointed.

Jinlian Zhenren looked down.

But he saw a white-haired young man standing on the cracked ground, and the torrent of true energy pouring out was like a substance, sweeping in all directions like a raging wave.

The Thousand Soul Banners around wailed in the wind, and were broken and destroyed in the violent pouring of true energy, and the souls trapped in them flew away.

The torrent of true energy was like a flood, spreading outward in all directions, and every blade of grass and tree in the entire mountain forest was reflected in Qiao Mu's heart.

"I found you."

Qiao Mu took a deep breath.

Facing the Martial Saint in the wind.

He stood with his fist clenched, and made the first move he had learned in his five thousand years of martial arts training.

This was the starting move of the Heyang Qiao Chang Longevity Fist.

"The waves are strong, the waves are strong."

Qiao Mu suddenly turned around and hit behind him with a turning palm.

Then the vast true energy sweeping through the mountains and forests was like a surging wave, blasting out with this palm.

boom!

The huge waves that surged out instantly plowed out a hollow in the forest in front of them, piercing through the middle. The vegetation in front of them rose up from the ground, and were blown away, bent, and then shattered by the violent wind. Into powder.

The figure of Wu Shengren disappeared in a flash.

He passed by Qiao Mu and landed on the ground more than ten meters in front of Qiao Mu.

A long and narrow gash nearly half a meter long was opened on his left arm. Blood gushed out from it, and bones were almost visible in the wound.

Wu Shengren is the pioneer of the variety of flesh and blood. Although he is not as good as Wu Qizheng's variety of flesh and blood, he has achieved the ultimate in fine control and self-healing of flesh and blood, but it can also be seen that the wound quickly stops bleeding on its own and gradually heals...

"There's something wrong with the amount of real energy." Wu Shengren stood there with a stern face and a tone of praise as he nodded and said:

"Among the Kyushu warriors who have been my enemies for so many years, there is no one whose skills are as profound as yours."

Qiao Mu didn't say anything.

"Erdie Lang!"

The second wave of real power came.

The ripples are as strong as the overlapping waves. Five consecutive blows are struck, and each wave is higher than the last.

At this moment, during the second roar of the wild wolf, the place where the martial saint stood was destroyed by the huge waves of true power. The earth trembled, cracked, and the earth and rocks disintegrated.

The figure of Wu Shengren disappeared in the wind.

At this time, Master Jin Lian above was still silent, as if he suddenly lost his voice.

"Triple waves!"

Qiao Mu hit a really powerful wave again, and the roaring wave became more and more shocking.

At this moment, he was standing in the eye of the storm in the center of the vortex of the waves and storms. With his fists and palms, the huge waves poured out wantonly, destroying everything around him.

Wu Liang's five consecutive attacks, each attack is more fierce than the previous one, and the true energy covers a larger area.

Wu Shengren's transformation speed is extremely fast, but as Qiao Mu's strength gradually increases, his dodge space will inevitably become less and less...

"Is this person a martial arts practitioner?" Master Jin Lian slowly expressed his doubts and frowned.

This martial artist from the Qiao family was a little different from what he had imagined.

However, Master Bilian did not intend to let him go so easily. She said deliberately from behind:

"Please also ask Senior Brother Jinlian to make the decision for Junior Sister and take action to suppress this beast!"

"This-----" Jinlian Zhenren hesitated immediately.

"As sect elders, the sect is behind us. Ordinary disciples can't retreat, how can we retreat?!" Master Bilian continued.

"You..." Master Jin Lian suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Next to him, Master Bai Lian also chimed in:

"I think...Senior Sister Bilian is right!"

"The sect is behind us, there is no way to retreat."

"Besides, the head master already knows about this matter, but it hasn't arrived yet."

"If Brother Headmaster doesn't take action, are we going to stand aside and watch the Qiao family take action at will?"

Master Bilian looked at Master Bailian in surprise.

The two of them had a good relationship, but it really surprised him to speak for her at this time...

"That... makes sense." Master Jin Lian hesitated for a long time before nodding:

"As an elder, we can't retreat."

"If the incense mine is destroyed, your cultivation and mine will both decline. This is a fundamental matter concerning our foundation!"

Having said that, it is naturally impossible for him to take action personally.

It's not impossible to end without taking action, but to interfere from a distance and try to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

Anyway, if they miss a hit, they can escape thousands of miles away. When the time comes, the headmaster can't punish them for standing idly by...

"Four folds of waves!"

Among the roaring waves of true energy, the body of the martial saint was hit by the huge waves of true energy. The skin and muscles on the surface of the body were torn apart and dripping with blood.

Elder Jin Lian also took action at this time.

A magical talisman floated quietly in his palm, emitting a faint golden light.

As the second elder in the sect, Master Jin Lian naturally has his support.

This body-fixing talisman was left behind by the former sect’s God-Transforming Dao Lord, and it can also be regarded as one of the blood lotus sect’s heritage...

Although he, a monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, could not exert 100% of the power of the talisman refined by Huashen Dao Lord, it still had 70% to 80% power.

In this way, we can actually test the depth of this Qiao family martial artist from a distance...

"Define!" A faint green light shrouded down, falling on Qiao Mu from a long distance away.

The roaring waves of real strength were delayed for a moment.

"Huh?" Qiao Mu was shocked, and the vast energy in his body shook.

The faint light that shrouded his body dissipated in the blink of an eye.

It was just at this time that the huge wave of true strength that had been accumulated so far lost control due to this short delay and gradually dispersed...

In this moment.

laugh!

The sharp sonic boom sounded from far to near, and the figure of the Martial Saint turned into an afterimage and impacted, and the light-colored clouds gathered into a trumpet-shaped sonic boom cloud surrounding his waist.

"...Wudierang!"

Although due to a temporary lag, the fermentation of true energy has not reached its peak, the Wutie Waves still have the potential to overwhelm mountains and seas.

The vast true energy is like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, crazily gathering towards Qiao Mu's fist.

As his powerful palm pushed out, the thick true energy also surged away...

boom!

In the explosion.

The tree stood side by side with the martial saint who was rushing past.

The Martial Saint was now covered in blood, his skin torn and flesh exposed, and the broken bone of his left arm pierced out of the wound, looking horrible and hideous.

And Qiao Mu was even more hideous than him.

There was a hole the size of a head in his chest, and it was pierced from the front chest to the back by a blow.

"So that's it." Qiao Mu looked down at the hole in his chest:

"After all, I underestimated the immortal monks, so that..."

He turned around and looked at the Martial Saint, then dragged his body towards the Martial Saint step by step.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, the weak are the prey of the strong." He looked at the Martial Saint:

"You can do as you please."

The Martial Saint narrowed his eyes and was slightly moved.

The memory of meeting Qiao Zhong, a member of the Qiao family, for the first time in Nanzhou a few years ago hit him now after more than two years.

At that time, Qiao Zhong once asked:

"Can you kill the immortals after eating all the flesh, bones and blood of my Qiao family?"

The corners of the Martial Saint's mouth slightly raised.

"A family that has remained the same for generations deserves to die in my hands, along with me..."

He stretched out his hand, passed through the hole in Qiao Mu's chest, embraced his lifeless body, and then looked up at the sky, slowly saying:

"Destroy the immortal!"

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