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

His injuries became more serious. Although he felt that he would not be defeated by the eighth-rank martial artist "Qiao Lin", as long as he made a move, there was a risk of aggravating his injuries.

So why should he take the risk?

He has many guards under his command, and he can kill Qiao Mu. If the guards die, they can spend money to recruit them again. Why should he take the risk to do it himself?

At the level of the city lord Guo Yan, the strength of personal force is no longer the most important thing.

"Do it! Kill this villain who entered the house to commit murder!"

Following his loud shout, the guards in the courtyard rushed forward.

Not only the guards in the courtyard, on the streets of Yancheng, groups of sergeants have also been ordered to rush to surround the city lord's mansion.

swoosh swish....

Beneficial arrows pierced through the air from all directions.

In the old days of strength training, Qiao Mu didn't know spear skills, only knew how to perform miracles with great strength, and he couldn't block the bows and arrows of bandits.

But now he is different.

Qiao Mu held the spear in his hand and spun rapidly in front of him, and the burst of internal energy rolled up waves of air around him, almost deflecting the flying arrows in the air.

"The demon disintegrates!"

For a moment, the tip of the spear was filled with air, and there was blood on the blazing spear.

After breaking through the first wave of arrow rain, Qiao Mu charged at the enemy without the slightest hesitation, holding a spear in his hand!charge!

Qiao Mu once faced thousands of bandits and charged alone, and also singled out a seventh-rank warrior when he was at the ninth rank.

Regardless of group battles, he is experienced.

Anything that kills him makes him stronger.

This doesn't just mean that after each death and resurrection, Qiao Mu's martial arts cultivation can improve.

Every fight to the death, every dance on the tip of the knife, these battles are of great benefit to the warriors, and they are a great test of heart and martial arts skills.

"Come on! Kill me Jolin!"

He charged into the crowd with a gun, his aura faintly overshadowed the dozens of guards.

"A single tree doesn't make a forest. When a tree dies, there is still me, Qiao Lin!"

"One Qiaolin is dead, and thousands of Qiaolins will stand up!"

"Justice rests in the hearts of the people. Guo Yan, can you kill all the righteous people in the world?"

Amidst the long howls, Qiao Mu was full of heroism, and alone in the group of guards, he seemed to have the aura of thousands of troops.

Even the guards of the city lord's mansion who were hostile to him couldn't help but tremble inexplicably.

Jolin was going to die.

But his lofty sentiments before his death will be remembered by everyone.

Chapter 44 Chapter 43 Enter!Enter!Enter!

call out!

The spear turned into an afterimage, and beat a servant holding a sledgehammer until his chest collapsed on the spot. The whole person was thrown four or five meters away by the huge force, and hit the edge of the well in the courtyard, cracking the edge of the well. He vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"One." Qiao Mu said silently in his heart.

Qiao Mu is already proficient in military spear skills.

This military spear technique is simple and not complicated, and is known for its practicality.Originally, it was not the exquisite spear skills used by masters of the rivers and lakes to catch each other and fight each other, but the method of killing enemies on the battlefield.

On the battlefield of cold weapons, there are people in all directions, and it is rare to move around in space, so there are not many defensive moves in this spear technique.

Soldiers on the battlefield were still protected by their robes when they killed the enemy, but Qiao Mu was alone at the moment, with countless swords, guns and sticks falling on his back every second.

boom!

A nine-rank servant hit him on the back with a stick in his hand, making a muffled sound that shook Qiao Mu's body, but he didn't fall to the ground.

"This person has also practiced hard work?" Someone was surprised.

At this moment, Qiao Mu is not only an eighth-rank martial artist, but also possesses internal strength, and he is also proficient in hard work iron cloth shirt. With the internal strength, his whole body is as hard as a rock.

Even if you stand still and let someone hit you, ordinary ninth-rank warriors can't break the defense.

"the second."

Qiao Mu's spear swept backwards, and the burst of internal strength exploded. The stick-wielding servant flew backwards and landed on the courtyard wall, cracking and collapsing a short section of the courtyard wall on the spot.

Qiao Mu wasn't counting his kills.

After all, the number of kills is not important, he cares more about the number of heads he gives than the number of kills.

What he was counting was the number of coffin bearers.

Yesterday Mr. Guo carried the coffin into the house, very high-profile, and like before when he went out of the street, he brought a number of strong servants with whips to clear the way.

There were seven servants in total, two of them carried the coffin, and the other five guarded it.

Their strength is not particularly strong, they are basically in the strength training stage, and one or two of them have reached the level of nine-rank strength training, but they are all tall and powerful, quite intimidating, and they are basically trusted by Mr. Guo's side up.

Qiao Mu charged forward with a gun, step by step towards the city lord Guo Yan at the door of the study, and on the way of advancing, he also watched all directions, ready to kill all the servants that day.

Outside the collapsed courtyard wall, Yancheng sergeants could already be seen holding weapons in full battle.

They have already surrounded the city lord's mansion, and they haven't participated in the battle yet, they just surrounded his way.

"The Yancheng army has arrived, and Qiao Lin is already unable to fly." Guo Yanxin said:

"He is so confident, maybe this time he broke into the mansion, and there are other people helping him, so we can't relax our vigilance."

The City Lord's Mansion is not a great plain where legions can fight, and no matter how many people come in, the effect will be limited.

And there is no need for the Yancheng army to end for the time being, the servant guards raised by Guo Yan are enough to consume Qiao Mu to death.

The Yancheng Army mainly served as a preparedness insurance to prevent someone from interfering and prevent Qiao Mu from breaking through and escaping.

But with the collapse of the courtyard wall, the movements of the City Lord's Mansion also attracted the attention of many people.

There were many people on the street looking out. It was impossible for them not to be curious about such a big movement in the City Lord's Mansion.

Standing behind the crowd, Guo Yan, the city lord, kept looking at Qiao Mu coldly, neither participating in the battle nor speaking harshly, just watching silently.

He watched Qiao Mu move forward step by step with cold eyes.

"three."

"Four."

"five..."

"six..."

The sixth servant is dead.

These servants are not difficult to kill, and their strength is not worth mentioning to Qiao Mu who is in the state of today's demon disintegration.

The difficulty is to find these servants from the crowd.

After killing the sixth servant, Qiao Mu couldn't find the seventh servant for the time being, so he could only continue to rush forward.

Enter!Enter!Enter!

Every step Qiao Mu took was priced in blood.

The strength in the body guard was rapidly depleted and weakened, and the iron cloth shirt was not invulnerable, and knife wounds began to appear on his body.

Ten steps away from the city lord Guo Yan!

In front of Qiao Mu, an exceptionally tall figure appeared.

Zhou Wen.

This person holds a long sword in his hand. He is the No. 2 seventh-rank warrior under the city lord Guo Yan.

If the city lord doesn't make a move, Zhou Wen is the strongest in this courtyard.

Moreover, he was not in a hurry to join the battle, but waited for work with leisure. When Qiao Mu came to him, he was already seriously injured and his internal energy was consumed a lot.

This wave of him must be a sure win.

It's just that Qiao Mu's heart was not shaken in the slightest.

Every death battle is a valuable experience for him.

Rank seven warrior?He had already singled out when he was at the ninth rank.

At this moment, the strength gap between the two sides is obvious, and Qiao Mu has been seriously injured. This is not a gap that can be bridged by the method of disintegrating the demon.

But... the strength gap between the two sides is actually not that important.

Previously on the cliff outside the city, although the gray-clothed old man was a seventh-rank martial artist and believed that his strength was far stronger than him, he spared his life and did not fight head-on with Qiao Mu, who had exploded with the disintegration of the demon.

so....

The narrow road meets the brave to win!

Qiao Mu's eyes were wide open with anger, and the spear was full of energy. Every time he stabbed, he could only attack but not defend, only advance and never retreat, and his moves were directed at Zhou Wen's vital points.

Zhou Wen had just slashed into Qiao Mu's waist with a sword from the side, and the hard iron cloth shirt was torn apart by him. He was about to burst out his inner strength to expand the wound, but saw that this reckless man who was not afraid of death completely ignored his injuries and shot Like a cold star piercing his throat, his heart skipped a beat.

In the blink of an eye, he hastily summoned his inner strength and retracted his sword to defend.

Using a long sword to block the spear's stabbing is to protect the other's strengths by using the other's weaknesses.

When there was a muffled sound, he stepped back a few steps to the side, the blade in his hand cracked and cracked, and there was already a crack in his wrist, and he almost flew out of the sword without letting go.

"I was injured, my wrist was injured, and I used a sword again. I have already lost most of my kung fu." He intentionally or unintentionally slowed down a little, just to allow Qiao Mu, who was charging with a gun, to jump over him.

Another seventh-rank martial artist, the gray-clothed old man "Uncle Fu", was the confidant of the city lord Guo Yan, and he was already dead.

And he didn't like Mr. Guo at all, let alone...

Qiao Mu was already a mortal man, now that he was fighting to the death, why bother him?

Although the city lord Guo Yan was injured, he was still the strongest in the city lord's mansion.

Even he stood still and regarded the guards in the courtyard as consumables to block the trees, so how could the others die?

Besides, what do you want to do with the little wages for the caretaker?

call....

Qiao Mu was panting violently, his body drenched in blood.

Everyone knows that after repelling Zhou Wen, the seventh-rank warrior, he is at the end of his strength at this time.

But no one stepped forward to make up for the last knife.

For a martial artist who is not afraid of death, the final counterattack before death must be terrible. Didn't you see that even their master, the city lord Guo Yan, avoided fighting?

At this moment, Qiao Mu was only four or five steps away from Guo Yan.And the city lord, who had been on the sidelines in a very deep city, finally changed his face slightly at this moment.

Chapter 45 Chapter 44

At this moment, Qiao Mu was only four or five steps away from the city lord.

After repelling the seventh-rank martial artist Zhou Wen, although there are still people blocking him at this moment, they are just ordinary ninth-rank and eighth-rank warriors.

But Qiao Mu is already at the end of his battle.

Although the disintegration of the demon is amazingly powerful, it cannot last long, and the after-effects are serious. At this moment, Qiao Mu is bleeding all over his body, and there is no energy left in his whole body.

He knew that this was the last moment.

"Go all in!"

Qiao Mu recalled the shot that killed Captain Chu back then.

At this moment, he no longer has the strength to overcome the obstacles of the last four or five steps, so he can only hope for this shot.

The lord of the city, Guo Yan, is calm and the city is extremely deep. Although he has been injured, he has never made a move so far. Qiao Mu doesn't even know the severity of his injury.

In the last desperate gamble of life, Qiao Mu was not sure of killing the city lord Guo Yan.

But that doesn't matter anymore.