The martial saint 40 years ago was a first-rank general of the imperial court and a first-rank martial artist at the same time.

He is at the top of the court in the court, and he is faintly the leader of the military officer of Dayan.

The leader of the military officer is talking about his official ability and power, not his own personal force.

Although the martial saints at that time were strong, they were not the leaders of martial arts.

In fact, before and after the Yiren War, Wu Shengren ranked No.11 in Bai Xiaosheng's list of martial arts heroes.

As we all know, TOP1 has two, TOP3 has five, and TOP10 has twenty.

And the ones who can be ranked among the top ten by Bai Xiaosheng are naturally the top ten.

"The tenth on the list of heroes at that time was a swordsman surnamed Hu." Jade-faced flying dragon praised:

"It is said that the swordsman was originally the imperial cook of the imperial palace, and he slaughtered all kinds of rare monsters in the imperial dining room for 20 years."

"One day, a third-rank assassin broke into the palace, trying to stun the imperial chef..."

Qiao Mu's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, does the plot sound familiar?

"Then the third-rank assassin was beheaded by the chef who raised the butcher's knife for the first time."

"From then on, he left the imperial dining room of the imperial palace and practiced the 'Paoding Jie Niu Knife', becoming the leader of the sword in the world."

When mentioning the martial arts anecdotes of the last era, everyone is also fascinated leisurely.

The old martial arts before the Alien War was naturally very different from today's martial arts, and they could only get a glimpse of the lost martial arts from the stories passed down by their ancestors.

The Jade Faced Flying Dragon said gradually fascinated:

"Whether it's Bai Xiaosheng or the hero list, it's already a thing of the past."

"With the alien war 40 years ago, the old martial arts quietly passed away, and the hero list has become a thing of the past."

"Da Yan's [-] elite army was annihilated, only Wu Shengren survived, and as the only survivor, he also abandoned his official title and escaped into the folk martial arts."

"After the Alien War, countless people had pinned their hopes on the top ten masters in the world back then, hoping that they could turn the tide and defeat the Alien."

"But they were silent after all, and disappeared in the years to come, without any news."

"Some people say that they, like the martial sages, have been defeated or even died in battle; some people say that they bowed their knees to other people and became martial slaves..."

"40 years later, no one knows their whereabouts, and gradually no one cares."

"Since then, the hero list has become a scrap of paper. The so-called top ten heroes in the world are no more than chickens and dogs in front of strangers."

"And the sword technique of the swordsman surnamed Hu..." The jade-faced flying dragon's eyes fell on the sword of the bearded swordsman.

He had seen the action of the swordsman cutting open Qiao Mu's arm neatly before. Every cut accurately avoided the vital points and bones of the arm, and finally managed to make Qiao Mu injure but not disabled. It was no easy task.

"You don't want to say that he was the tenth in the world back then, the leader of the Dao of the Sword?" Thunderbolt Hand asked.

"Of course it's impossible." The Jade Faced Flying Dragon shook his head:

"But maybe they are the descendants of the leader of Dao Dao back then, or the disciples and grandchildren?"

Everyone was slightly taken aback.

This swordsman was more murderous, and he didn't hesitate to kill the villagers who were on fire.

If this person is really the descendant of the leader of Dao of the Sword who was killed by a foreigner, it also makes sense.

While talking, the Jade Faced Flying Dragon glanced at Xingxuan Envoy from the corner of his eye, but Xingxuan Envoy was completely covered in the robe mask, showing no emotion at all.

At this time, this group of villagers with fire on their bodies had already been killed in sevens and eights.

Some of the remaining people, before jumping on Qiao Mu and the others, had already been burned to death by the Lihuo, and they let out a piercing howl before dying.

Farther away, villagers holding pitchforks were frightened and fled.

The swordsman Lao Hu didn't chase after him, but stood still and gasped for breath while leaning on his knife.

"As you get older, it's normal for your qi and blood to slip." He sighed:

"You don't need to guess wildly, I am indeed no longer in the third list of listening to Chaolou."

He has excellent ears, and even in the midst of a fierce battle, he also heard the discussions of the Jade Faced Flying Dragon and others behind him.

"I've exhausted a lot of internal strength, and I'll have to trouble you guys when I meet that saintly woman, Wu Qingxin."

"...that's natural."

"Old Hu, just rest for now." The others naturally nodded in agreement.

The Xingxuan envoy did not make a move from the beginning to the end, but only ordered Qiao Mu and others to fight, and now he continued to wave his hands and command:

"Since there are so many villagers from mountain villages, this place must have reached the Saintess Village."

"Follow them!"

Everyone performed lightness kung fu and ran wildly for a while, and sure enough, it suddenly became clear not long after, a village in the mountains appeared.

This village is not too big, but at this moment every house and every household has its doors and windows closed, no one makes a sound, it is as quiet as a ghost village.

But everyone is a martial artist with keen five senses, so they can naturally detect that there are many villagers hiding in these houses.

Qiao Mu took the lead and kicked open a tightly closed wooden door. Inside the door was a middle-aged farmer, his wife and daughter holding a pitchfork and looking frightened.

Qiao Mu had seen this farmer holding a pitchfork just now. He had just seen this man behind the burning crowd, and was frightened and fled after being killed by Lao Hu.

"Tell me, where is your saint Wu Qingxin?" Qiao Mu shouted.

It's just that although the faces of these few villagers were terrified, they kept silent and could not give any useful information.

"All of your people were burned to death, and you are still protecting your saint?"

The farmer turned paler when he heard this, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He had witnessed the villagers who were burned to death by Li Huo before, which obviously gave him great mental pressure.

"The saint is the immortal of Xuantianzong, how can there be any mistakes?"

"It was their lack of sincerity just now, that's why they couldn't stand the burning of the holy fire... They died because of their own sins!" the farmer murmured.

Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes, slowly unsheathed the sword in his hand, and looked coldly at the ten-year-old girl behind the farmer.

"I..." the little girl opened her big eyes, her dark pupils trembling violently, and said falteringly:

"I do not know..."

At this time, the sigh of old swordsman Hu appeared at the door:

"If you do this, you won't be able to ask the result."

"In the 40 years since the Alien War, the wind of seeking immortals and worshiping gods has swept the court."

"Immortals are extraordinary and free from vulgarity, attain Taoism and longevity, and are extremely powerful, so they become the yearning of the world, the lighthouse of the world, and the idol of the altar."

"Fools only know how to worship gods blindly. Even if the gods in their eyes are wrong, they will lie to themselves and make up a suitable reason."

"This collar was put on by themselves."

"Ask by mouth, there is no result."

After finishing speaking, Lao Hu took a step forward and crossed the tree. Before he could react, the light of the knife in his hand flashed past.

puff...

The farmer was covered in blood, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Have you heard of Ling Chi?" the bearded swordsman said lightly:

"It is said that the most brilliant executioner can cut people into pieces without dying. They can taste the pain little by little, and shed the last drop of blood. This is much longer and more painful than those who were burned to death."

"Guess, how many knives can you carry? How many knives can your wife and daughter carry?"

The farmer's body shook like chaff, and he pointed in a direction with a pale face.

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

This Saintess Village was originally named Guojia Village, and it was just an ordinary small mountain village among the mountains.

Ever since Wu Qingxin built a temple here, it has been known as "Saint Maiden Village".

In the northeast corner of the village, there is a solitary temple, where mountain people bow three times and nine times every day.

Although the population of the village is not prosperous, the incense is still burning.

Stronger immortal cultivators look down on this bit of incense, but to Wu Qingxin, who is not qualified to climb the Xuantian Temple in Heyang Fucheng, they regard it as a treasure.

now.

In that temple, surrounded by incense, there was a woman in white sitting cross-legged.

Her figure and temperament are vaguely similar to the statue behind her.

At this moment, Saintess Wu Qingxin was sitting cross-legged at the gate of the temple, closing her eyes and adjusting her breath.

It's just that the sound of hurried footsteps and the sound of shouting and fighting can already be heard in the ear, and it is gradually audible from far to near.

"Can't there be much delay?"

She sighed slightly and stood up.

This Saintess Village is where she secretly ordered Wu Nu to secretly build the foundation. If it wasn't for delaying time and letting her attack the foundation building period, she would not sit and watch these devout people commit suicide.

"If it wasn't for being inexplicably restless all the time, and unable to get into concentration for a long time, how could this be?"

"We can only...kill them all first."

She stood up, held a long sword beside her, her expression turned cold, and said lightly:

"Except for the Xingxuan envoy who hides his head and shows his tail, there are six people in total."

In front of her, Qiao Mu and the others had already arrived.

When the two groups met, they rushed straight to each other without talking nonsense.

Except for the swordsman Lao Hu who was adjusting his breath and recovering his vitality with a knife, the other five people rushed forward and surrounded the saintess Wu Qingxin.

Wu Qingxin had achieved the fourth grade two or thirty years ago, even if he switched to the immortal way, his martial arts cultivation was still extraordinary.

He swung the long sword in his hand impeccably, and even possessed superb swordsmanship, and was surrounded by five people without any confusion.

"The Mang Niu Shenli Jue!" The strong man Li Li held a huge ax in his hand, his arms were tense, and his already exaggerated and ferocious muscles swelled a big circle.

"Let go!"

There was only a sound, although Wu Qingxin raised her sword to block the axe, but the sudden increase in force made her powerless to stop, and the long sword in her hand flew out immediately.

Everyone was about to rush to attack, but they saw the flying long sword twirling in the air, passing through the throat of the strong man Thunderbolt like lightning, and then returned to her hand.

"five."

Wu Qingxin pinched a formula, and with a flash of her figure, there were five identical Wu Qingxins separated out, and each of them raised their swords to meet one of them.

"This immortal cultivator still has the method of avatar?"

When everyone was amazed for a moment, those five Wu Qing couldn't fight together, their bodies were surrounded by red Lihuo, they dropped their swords and stopped defending, they just opened their arms to embrace the people in front of them.

Caught off guard, a few more people were thrown on the spot by the saint who was covered in flames.

Seeing the burning Wu Qingxin's body quickly deformed, distorted and turned black in the fire, everyone saw that these were actually several lifelike paper figurines.

In an instant, including the old Hu who was sweeping behind, everyone was enveloped in this sea of ​​flames.

For a moment, only the Xingxuan Envoy of the Wuji Club who hadn't ended the battle was left on the field, and he was still intact.

But at this moment, even he felt a little uneasy.

The Bone Erosion Lihuo Talisman is almost unsolvable for warriors. Once it gets on it, even a third-rank martial artist cannot get rid of it. They can only survive by breaking their arms.

If the arm is stained, it can break the arm, if the leg is stained, the leg must be chopped off, but if both hands and feet are touched by the flames, how can there be any way to survive?

Cut off both hands and feet?In that case, it would naturally become the cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered in front of Wu Qingxin.

Although Lao Hu, a swordsman, has exquisite and meticulous knife skills, there are things he can't do no matter how deep his skills are.

"Zero." Wu Qingxin floated, and reappeared in midair with a flying sword on his feet, looking down at the five or six people who were caught in the fire below.

"The overall situation is set."

Ordinary warriors can at most only know fists, feet and weapons. How can they compare with the ever-changing magic of immortals?

At this time, the village was no longer silent, and villagers flocked from all directions. Looking at the human bonfire at the entrance of the Holy Maiden Temple from a distance, it was as festive and lively as a festival: "The sinners have already been ignited, and when they go to purgatory to burn Everlasting..."

Chapter 96 Chapter 91 Three Thousand Disciples (3k

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