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

The old man was already very old, not only his hair was snow-white, but also his whole body was slack, and the corners of his eyes were drooping. This was a very obvious sign of sagging energy and blood, indicating that he was already very old.

"Cheap is not good, and good is not cheap. This painting of mine is worth the price." The old man smiled, not giving up the price at all.

Sword Demon haggled casually, seeing that the old man didn't let go, and made an angry look on purpose:

"Then, sir, just wait until you get taken advantage of."

But his heart is clear.

Is the drunkard's intention not to drink?

Sword Demon secretly smiled.

This old man is obviously not ordinary.

Although his skin and flesh were loose and his energy and blood were declining, he breathed and breathed quite rhythmically. Even though he had been in the scorching sun for a long time, he was still calm and relaxed, not much tired.

This shows that this person is obviously an inner strength warrior, and his inner strength attainments are not bad.

But that's not bad.

Aging in old age, the decline of qi and blood is a natural law, which cannot be countered by manpower.

It was the Qiao family in Heyang that was able to achieve "old but not decaying"... Not to mention that the Qiao family in Heyang has perished, the martial sages who took away Kung Fu are all dead.

Even if the Longevity Fist is successful in refining the gods and can age without aging, it is obviously not this kind of performance.

The essence of Longevity Fist is to lock the essence and not lose it, so the head of the Qiao family back then, and even the martial arts master of the Qiao family a hundred years ago, are all old, but they don't look old, with white hair and childlike appearance.

And the old man in front of him... he dared to hold the blood moon map, and even shouted a sky-high price. He probably didn't seem like a fool who was carrying a treasure and didn't know it, but thought he had something to rely on.

But no matter how reliable he is, he is already old, his energy and blood have declined, and he is no longer as brave as he used to be.

"Did you misestimate your own strength? This is the capital of the empire." Sword Demon chuckled inwardly, and glanced at the blood moon picture again.

As a martial arts master who had seen the blood and sun pictures, he had no doubt that these two pictures were made by one person.

Just wanting to find out the mysteries in this painting requires a long period of observation, and it is not something that can be comprehended overnight.

After seeing the rumored martial artist, Sword Demon has a greater desire for this kind of painting involving refining martial arts.

He suppressed the longing in his heart, turned and left without looking much.

Even if you don't count the immortal cultivators entrenched here, this imperial capital has always been the land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

The fact that this old man acted was too thoughtless, within a day, he alarmed the sword ghost, obviously this is the way to kill.

........

The sun was setting on the western mountain, the sky was getting dark little by little, and a bright moon was slowly rising.

Qiao Mu had already put the blood moon picture in his arms, and walked on the road on the outskirts of the city.

This way, he walked on the road less traveled by, and unknowingly, he had reached the suburban alley.

This is a dark alley, which is quite spacious, but there is no one around, the only sound of Qiao Mu's lonely footsteps can be heard in the alley.

But without a sound, a figure appeared, blocking his way.

It was the tall man Sword Demon with a sword and a wine gourd on his waist.

"Master, are you safe?"

Sword Demon only smiled slightly, and didn't waste his time talking.

He pressed his hand on the scabbard at his waist, but the sword in his hand did not come out of the sheath. On the contrary, there seemed to be a sharp sword light flashing in his eyes.

There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the eye.

His two gazes were like two extremely sharp swords, as if he wanted to gouge out Qiao Mu's brain, and the overwhelming pressure of Pei Ran Moyu immediately emerged.

At this moment, Qiao Mu trembled slightly as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, his eyes lost their spirit for a moment, and he was at a loss.

And the sword in the sword ghost's hand also came out.

The sword came out, like a pool of autumn water, the bright sword light cut towards Qiao Mu's neck, but at the last moment, the sword turned and turned to cut behind Qiao Mu.

Exactly at this time.

Two figures came out from the corner of the dark alley, they were going to take advantage of the chaos and pounce on the dazed tree, but now this pounce seemed to pounce on the sword in the sword ghost's hand.

laugh.

The sword light pierced the air, and cut open the left arm of the swordsman on the left. The bone was deep in the wound, and blood dripped out.

"Have you noticed that my brothers are lurking in the dark... Or is this the intuition of a third-rank martial artist?"

These two swordsmen are both of the fourth grade of strength training, and they are also somewhat well-known figures in the Zhongzhou area, known as "Flying Snow Double Swords".

Qiao Mu set up a stall to sell paintings today, and they happened to pass by the Antique Street, which was naturally noticed by them.

It was only later that they caught a glimpse of the "Sword Demon" asking for the price, so they hid in the dark, thinking of taking advantage of the darkness.

I didn't want to compete with the sword ghost who had become a god, but I just thought that there were two of them, and they only needed to fight for a short while, and one of them took the opportunity to grab the blood moon map and escape.

But he didn't want to, just when he got out, one of them was slashed by the opponent's sword, almost breaking his arm.

"Haven't you ever fought with a martial arts master? Your vision is small."

The sword ghost held the sword in one hand and looked at the two swordsmen with a smile.

He was one against two, calm and composed, and even took the initiative to attack, stabbing continuously with the sword in his hand.

His sword is not extremely fast, and his swordsmanship is not very exquisite, and it is almost the same as these two fourth-rank swordsmen.

But what makes these two swordsmen extremely uncomfortable is that they are two against one, even if they see the flaws in the sword ghost's sword moves, the sword ghost can always dodge in the blink of an eye.

"Can't hit!"

"His movements are not fast, his swordsmanship is not very good, and his inner strength is not much stronger than ours, but why..."

After coming and going, they didn't even touch the sword ghost with the knife in their hands, and their hearts gradually became restless.

"Ignorance." Sword Demon seemed to know what they were thinking, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

"What do you think, why is a master of martial arts considered to be the third rank, and a pure martial artist, no matter how strong he is, is only the fourth rank?"

"If there is no big difference, why does the imperial court divide the world's warriors into three, six, and nine ranks, and award the positions of scattered officials of different ranks?"

Wufu's truth is punched out with fists.

Thousands of years ago, there was no martial arts in this world, and the limit of martial arts was the fourth rank, and the limit of fourth rank was the limit of martial arts, the soft upper limit of the human body.

In the future, only rely on the long years to slowly accumulate internal strength.

And after the warriors figured out a clear way to refine the gods, the upper three ranks that surpassed the martial arts practitioners appeared.

intuition!

This is the strength of the upper third rank martial arts.

"I only know how to practice strength and strength, after all, it's a small way." The sword ghost sideways and narrowly avoided the slash of the swordsman on the left, and stabbed the shoulder of the swordsman on the right with a sword, bleeding profusely.

With one-on-two, he easily avoided the pincer attack of the two swordsmen as if he was strolling in a garden.

"How did the hunters in the mountains defeat the ferocious wolves, tigers and leopards?" He stared at the two swordsmen with eyes like swords.

"Is it a competition of strength with a tiger? Whose minions are sharper?"

"Of course not!"

During the interval between fights, he also occasionally performed the witnessing technique, supplemented by verbal attacks:

"The human body has limits, and the fourth grade is the limit!"

"Mortals can defeat wolves, tigers and leopards, relying on their brains, and relying on the sharp weapons in their hands!"

"You only know how to practice strength and strength, but you are fools who compare strength and speed with wolves and tigers."

"As for my martial arts masters, what I practice is intuition, which is the sharp blade in Orion's hands that can hunt tigers and leopards. This is a breakthrough from zero to one. What do you use to block it?"

At this moment, his eyes pierced through the air like an invisible sharp sword, shocking the swordsman whose arm was wounded to the bone, and his movements were a little slower.

Zheng!

Amidst the clear and crisp sound of the sword, a large head soared into the sky.

Sword Demon's voice was like thunder, he was roaring:

"Only the strength and tenacity of the mind are the real strength. This is the way of my generation of martial arts!"

Chapter 142 Chapter 136

Before the appearance of the martial art of refining gods.

The top internal strength fighters mainly fight with the amount of internal strength, the strength of the body, and the subtlety of the moves.

But for sword ghosts and martial arts masters, it was different from before.

For them, the fight between warriors is not only a physical fight, but also a spiritual confrontation.

The narrow road meets the brave to win!

Whether it's the sword ghost's witnessing skills or the heart attacking words that come out of his mouth, they are no longer limited to physical combat.

Even if there is a similar difference in physical body and internal strength between each other, the strong mind also endows Sword Demon with a very keen intuition, allowing him to avoid the combined attack of Feixue's double knives in the blink of an eye.

And the ease he showed between the two swordsmen put a huge psychological pressure on them.

"From practicing strength to refining spirit, this is a breakthrough from zero to one."

The sword ghost watched the flying head fall to the ground, and the headless corpse fell down with a thud, but his face was as calm as ever.

"How can a fool who only knows how to train strength be my enemy?" His voice was low, and the sword in his hand continued to attack.

As the Sword Demon slashed out with a sword, beheading the swordsman on the left, the remaining swordsman was even more shocked.

"Do you dare to kill my brother?"

The swordsman was frightened and angry, the knuckles of his hand holding the handle of the knife turned white, obviously frightened and angry to the extreme.

"Blood shadow skill!"

The energy and blood in his whole body were almost boiling, obviously using an explosive method similar to the disintegration of a demon, his figure suddenly turned into a bloody light!

Ok?

Sword Demon suddenly revealed a strange light.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of danger like a thorn on his back, which was an instinctive warning of intuition.

Successful martial arts masters can even reach the state of "a cicada's awareness before the autumn wind blows", and it is difficult to be assassinated or ambushed.

But in the short moment when the swordsman broke out, he sensed a fierce threat that made his hair shudder...

He... might die?

But how is this possible?The other party is just a mediocre fourth-rank, and he made his name in Zhongzhou only through the joint efforts of the two brothers. Now that one of them is dead, how could he...

In the blink of an eye, the sword ghost turned from offense to defense, with the horizontal sword in front of his chest in a defensive posture.

Then he saw the swordsman fleeing towards... the rear at an alarming speed.

"Brother, if I die here, no one will be able to avenge you." The swordsman clenched his teeth and said:

"Just wait, within a hundred years I will definitely find this sword ghost's bad luck."

With Feixue's two knives working together, none of them could match Sword Demon alone, and he killed one of them with ease.

Now that one of them is dead, how can he survive when there is only one left?

While fleeing at high speed, the swordsman did not forget to look back from the corner of his eye.

He already knew the horror of the martial artist, maybe his intuition was so keen that he could sense that he had no intention of going all out at all, it was just a feint.

However, when he turned around, he was stunned, and the sword ghost was standing still at this moment?

Got tricked by his feint?Also gave up the pursuit?

wrong!

The swordsman noticed something strange.

Behind Sword Demon.

The old man who had always been regarded as meat on the chopping board by both sides got up from the ground at some point, and there was a strong curiosity in his old eyes.