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

"...Weird." The swordsman hadn't set foot on the way of refining gods, but at this moment he instinctively felt something was wrong. Not only was he not slow, but he also escaped a little faster.

The wrinkled old man stretched his muscles and bones, and his joints all made crackling sounds.

As an immortal, he has no fear in his heart. Back then, he didn't even respond to the world's number one god catcher, Wayne's witnessing technique, let alone the sword ghost in front of him.

Qiao Mu had no fear in his heart.

But in Sword Demon's heart, a strong panic flashed at this moment.

The intuition of the martial arts master is very strong, he can predict the enemy's opportunity and detect the danger in advance.

But now, he realized that there was a source of danger behind him that far exceeded expectations.

"Is this the martial arts master?"

An old voice sounded behind him, full of curiosity.

Qiao Mu has come into contact with some martial arts masters, but the only one who has really fought against him is the Martial Saint.

When he first challenged Wu Shengren, Wu Shengren showed a strong ability to predict the enemy's opportunities. No matter how hard he used it, he still relied on one finger to block the stormy attack.

But Wu Shengren is obviously a person who cannot be judged by common sense.

It was the first time for him to fight against a real third-rank god like Sword Demon, so he couldn't help feeling a strong expectation in his heart.

Alright, next he's going to die again!

"Turn around and try to kill me."

Sword Demon heard such an old voice coming from behind.

He turned around slowly and met the old man's eyes as deep as a deep pool. A heart in his chest began to beat wildly, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

His intuition told him that if he made a move, he would die!

What is the background of this old man?

His vision should be right. This old man's energy and blood have obviously weakened, and he doesn't seem to be a martial artist who has achieved success in refining the gods. Why does it bring him such a strong sense of danger?

Although he didn't know why, Sword Demon believed in his intuition as a martial artist.

"Old man, what are you joking about?" Sword Demon raised the corners of his mouth and forced out a smile.

"I came here this time just to remind the old man not to walk in a dark alley alone, otherwise there might be such a villain attacking him."

As he spoke, he glanced at the headless corpse at his feet:

"It's getting late, so I won't bother you any more. Be careful on the road, old man. I have to deal with this corpse so as not to disturb the government."

He was about to follow the example of the swordsman before him and flee quickly, but he heard the old man in front of him say calmly:

"Young man, are you so easy to fool when you are an old man?"

"Simply be quicker, do it!"

"Didn't you say that only the strength and tenacity of the mind is the way of a martial artist? What about your heart of martial arts?"

The old man was urging him to do it, but the more he urged, the more dangerous the sword ghost felt.

What a fart!His heart of martial arts is not to challenge the stronger even knowing that he will die!

"Come on, let me see how strong the kung fu is. Didn't you say that training strength is zero, but you are one?"

Facing the aggressive old man, Sword Demon could only smile awkwardly:

"No, in front of you, I am naturally zero, and you are one. How dare I argue with you?"

elder:?

Although Sword Demon didn't know why the old man suddenly choked, but he keenly grasped the moment of opportunity!

run!

He raised his figure, jumped onto the high wall at the entrance of the alley, and quickly fled into the vast night.

Chapter 143 Chapter 137

The imperial capital is naturally the largest city in Zhongzhou, but no matter how prosperous the city is, there will still be desolate slums and no-man's land in the suburbs.

And this moment.

The sword ghost stomped on his feet, jumping rapidly on the brick building, his figure blurred into an afterimage, fleeing quickly.

His heart was pounding, and his mind was full of the old face of the painting seller just now.

"The old man just now has a problem, a big problem. What does it mean that the blood has weakened?"

He was full of annoyance.

Aging in old age is a natural law that mortals cannot escape, except for immortal cultivators who have jumped out of the scope of mortals.

But that old man is obviously not a cultivator, and he doesn't seem to be a martial artist who has achieved success in refining gods?

There are actually strong fighters who are old and old.

For example, the sword ghost has also heard that there was once a famous martial artist who was over eighty years old and his blood was declining, but his swordsmanship was already mastered. He defeated a second-rank martial artist of the imperial court in his prime with a single wooden sword.

But this is also conditional.

The famous Lu Yanbei, who is over eighty years old, has reached a very high level in the way of skills. At the same time, he was also a martial artist in his prime. There is no attenuation.

Moreover, Sword Demon heard that the fight at that time was a sparring between warriors, not a fight to the death.

If there is a real life-and-death fight, the outcome may not be known yet.

Fist is afraid of being young, this is an iron rule among martial artists, even a martial artist who practices Changshengquan can only try to keep his blood alive as much as possible.

"Where did such an old monster pop out?"

Sword Demon's heart trembled, and his feet suddenly stopped.

Because in front of him, an afterimage gradually emerged, it was the old man selling paintings from before.

"I'm not even qualified to use the Sky Demon Disintegration and Scarlet Moon Burning Blood Technique."

Qiao Mu frowned, the sword ghost's lightness skill was not particularly outstanding, it was limited compared to the two swordsmen just now.

He chased him from behind, and he didn't even have time to use the demon to disintegrate, so he chased him up.

"Looking at it this way, my physical energy and blood have indeed increased a lot in the past 30 years..." Qiao Mu thought to himself.

After the fourth rank, it is the way of refining the gods, because at this time, if you continue to accumulate qi and blood, and accumulate internal strength, the effect will be minimal.

The way of refining gods is the right way of martial arts.

Therefore, on this road, the arbor who has practiced the "Sumi Mountain King Sutra" to the fifth floor can be said to be alone, and has not found other comparable martial artists.

Originally wanted to try this mighty-sounding sword ghost, but the other party's intuition was too strong, and he didn't even plan to fight, so he ran away immediately.

"Why is the old man so hard to force you? My witnessing technique obviously didn't hurt you, you are not hurt."

Sword Demon's face also changed a bit at this time, he thought for a while, and said:

"Actually, I am a member of the Martial Arts League..."

Hearing this, the old man paused for a moment, with a curious look on his face.

"What Martial Arts League? I haven't heard of it. I've only heard of the Martial Arts Association. Is your Martial Arts League great?" He asked curiously.

Sword Demon's face brightened a little, as long as he didn't make a move right away, he still had life, so he said seriously:

"This Martial Arts League is not simple."

"It is a martial arts organization established by the 'King of Qin' who entered the Tao through martial arts."

"Although the Wu Jihui established by Wu Shengsheng was pursuing the ultimate in martial arts, after the death of Wu Shengren, Wu Jihui has been hidden in the dark and has gone downhill."

"And our 'King of Qin' is the one who started martial arts in this era when the martial sages are dead!"

These words had a faint momentum of praise and trampling, and they ignored the Wu Shengren and Wu Jihui.

Qiao Mu immediately became interested.

He didn't expect that he would hear the words "becoming a Taoist with martial arts" from the mouth of this sword ghost.

Entering Dao through martial arts has always been just an illusory legend.

"What is martial arts?" He asked.

"Those who enter Taoism with martial arts can cultivate a golden body of martial arts, breaking the limits of the human body, invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire!" The sword ghost said with emotion:

"The Martial Arts Association has power all over the Kyushu, but there are many low-grade fighters who pretend to be numbers, and my Martial Arts League is not like that."

"The Martial Arts League is only eligible to join the Martial Artists, and naturally all of them are top elites."

"And embarking on the way of refining gods is also one of the prerequisites for achieving Taoism through martial arts."

After Sword Demon talked about the strength of the "Budo League", he only saw that the curiosity in the old man's eyes became stronger and stronger.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

He heard the old man sigh: "So you are so strong, then I will..."

"not worried."

A little bit of cold light pierced the night sky, like a comet across the night sky.

A long spear in the old man's hand shot out like a dragon, pointing directly at the eyebrow of the sword ghost.

His movements were extremely fast and powerful, but what was surprising was that the spear pierced without even a sound of piercing through the air, as if it had merged into the air.

Qiao Mu's military spear technique can be said to be the earliest spear technique practiced, and it is relatively simple.

Now at the age of 90, his military spear skills have reached perfection, and he is the only one among all the kung fu and martial arts that has been perfected.

Strong intuition was warning, and the sword ghost had desperately turned his head to dodge long before the old man stabbed the spear.

In the end, the spear brushed against Sword Demon's scalp, and the burst of piercing air pierced a section of his messy hair. A long bloodstain appeared on the scalp, and the blood oozed out quickly.

"Is it the intuition of a martial artist?" Qiao Mu said to himself.

Although "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue" also gave him a keen intuition, it is not a real training method, so it does not work from time to time, and it also has side effects that other practitioners can intuitively perceive.

The sword ghost hastily dodged Qiao Mu's shot, and felt his head go cold, and a strong pain came.

"It's so fast... No, the old man's shot just now wasn't just fast..."

The quick movement showed that the old man's physical strength could not be weak, even stronger than the middle-aged sword ghost.

When he was in doubt, he only heard the voice of the old man in front of him.

"For a long time, I have had a little doubt about the advantages of practicing martial arts over practicing martial arts."

"You can use what you have learned in your chest as much as you can, and you can rely on your intuition of refining gods and martial arts. Let me take a good look."

Under the night, the bright moon fell softly on the eaves of the tile-roofed house. The old man was obviously wrinkled and old, but his eyes were bright. The spear tip in his hand reflected a cold light under the moonlight.

"Next, I will stab your left shoulder." The old man said calmly.

There was no murderous look in his eyes, only deep curiosity.

Chapter 144 Chapter 138 The Qiao Jiayin family is born! (4k

The outskirts of the imperial capital under the night.

A figure of a swordsman tapped his toes and flew across the eaves at high speed.

The swordsman was injured, and blood was spilled from time to time, and he kept looking back, somewhat in shock.

"This imperial capital really is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." He couldn't help but smile wryly:

"The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows behind. Who knows, in the end, that one cicada almost swallows the oriole."

"I don't know where such a vigorous old man popped up, he is obviously an old man in his 90s..."

The swordsman was terrified.

I wanted to take the chestnut out of the fire and take the blood moon map from the sword ghost, but I didn't expect to ruin his brother's life. From now on, he will be the only "Flying Snow Sword" in the name of "Flying Snow Dual Swords".

Just as I was feeling emotional in my heart, a voice suddenly came from my ear.

"What praying mantis catches cicadas? Who is the praying mantis? And who is the 90-year-old man?"

The swordsman almost broke out in a cold sweat, and turned his head quickly, just in time to see a burly man in black with a black robe and cloak on his shoulders, performing lightness kung fu with him, and galloping over the eaves.