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

The sky is getting dark and gloomy, and night is coming.

The mountain wind blew, and the red flames at the gate of the temple couldn't stop dancing wildly.This big fire is the only light, the only fire in the mountain village at this moment.

The saint Wu Qingxin, who was stepping on the flying sword, stood in the air, and her figure was illuminated by the fire.

She was dressed in a white robe that fluttered in the wind, with a tall figure and an otherworldly demeanor, looking down at the fire below.

Her figure was faintly similar to the statue of the Holy Goddess enshrined in the temple behind her, but it lacked the sense of compassion of the gods.

This scene fell in the eyes of the villagers of the Saintess Village, and it was undoubtedly the scene of a fairy god appearing.

The surrounding villagers also gathered from afar. They didn't dare to approach, but looked at the Holy Maiden Temple from a distance, and surrounded the fire dancing wildly with the wind, prostrating three times and bowing nine times.

This fire is the only light and heat in the mountain village at this moment.

If this kind of picture is not clear to outsiders, they may think that this mountain village is celebrating the New Year, and a carnival ceremony is held around the bonfire.

"The saint has really appeared!"

"The villains who broke into the village were burned by the holy fire, and they will perish forever..."

"The fire of the gods burns away the sins of the world."

"The world is bitter and turbid, the Great Yan Dynasty is exhausted, and the taxes in the prefecture are heavy. Only the mountains have no taxes, and only the mountains have saints..."

And in the sea of ​​flames.

Qiao Mu lowered his hands to cover his eyes, and opened his eyes, hearing the villagers' babblings.

"so annoying..."

He lowered his arms, and the inner strength of a fourth-rank martial artist gradually swelled his whole body, flowing along the meridians to all his limbs.

When he was in Heyang Mansion City, he also saw people who always sat on Xuantianzong's side and spoke for Xuantianzong's immortal.

When he was in Yancheng, he also saw Confucian scholars who dared not speak out, or succumbed to Guo Yan's power, and spoke up and debated.

But in Yancheng and Heyang Fucheng, he also saw old soldiers who dared to snatch the bowl of heroic soup, and he also saw the head catcher who still persisted in investigating the case under the pressure of the immortal sect.

He thought that no matter how dark the world is, there is always a steelyard in people's hearts, even if they dare not speak out in anger, they always know right from wrong.

But this small village deep in the mountains, this village of saints who believe in saints, refreshed his cognition again.

"Actually, I'm getting older. In fact, I should be more calm, otherwise it doesn't fit my personality."

He muttered to himself in the fire.

"I wanted to learn how to hide my strength and bide my time, but it's like this every time... I can't stop it."

He bowed his head.

"Let's be with the light and the dust next time."

The inner strength in his whole body is also burning brightly like fire.

"The demon disintegrates!"

He didn't care about the Li Huo wrapped around his body at all, isn't that just death?

Whether it was the experience of being burned by Lihuo or going to death, he had experienced it more than once.

This figure rushed out of the fire, and slammed into the white-clothed saint standing in the air like a cannonball.

There was a crisp sound locally.

The long sword that was burned by Lihuo smashed with great force on the flying sword that flew to Wu Qingxin in an instant, making a loud noise.

Wu Qingxin stretched out her hand to hold the flying sword that was flying backwards, and her figure also fell down, landing at the gate of the temple that was not affected by the flames.

The prayers and ravings of the villagers kneeling around the sea of ​​flames stopped abruptly.

The saint in the sky was knocked down by the villains burning in the fire?

"call..."

A few figures ran out of the flames one after another, with more or less Li Huo wrapped around them, but the burning was slower.

The thick inner strength can temporarily suppress the burning of Lihuo, but it can never completely extinguish the fire.

They didn't join the battle right away, and seeing the backs of Qiao Mu and Wu Qingxin fighting fiercely, they felt a little lucky in their hearts.

"He is a staunch guy... I hope he can buy time so that I can try to get rid of the burning of this fire."

Those who dared to accept the Xingxuan envoy's summoning order to hunt down and kill Wu Qingxin, a disciple of Wu Shengren, were naturally warriors with high self-esteem and extraordinary aura.

Originally, they were more or less capable of suppressing the bottom of the box, but they were scruples about this and that, and they didn't use it immediately. They were caught off guard and were caught in Wu Qingxin's flames.

The instinct to survive made them keep the last trace of luck in their hearts, thinking that they might be able to use some other method to clear away the bone erosion burning on their bodies like the bearded swordsman before.

Only the more trees there are, the more they fight to the death.

"die!"

The burning long sword in Qiao Mu's hand has gradually begun to deform, he can only keep pouring in his inner strength, resisting the burning from the fire, and slashing out again and again.

The flames gradually engulfed his whole body, but he didn't seem to notice it, only knowing that he kept drawing the sword.

Today, his shadow-transforming swordsmanship has been accomplished, and the long sword in his hand seems to split light into shadows when he swings it, leaving a few indistinct afterimages of flames in the air.

"Why can't they be burned to death quietly?"

Wu Qingxin's face was still cold, but she was a little irritable in her heart.

The birth and death of bone erosion and fire are only in her mind, so as long as she reacts in time, she will not be burned by the flames.But if this Qiao Mu is covered in fire and rushes towards him, even if she is not afraid of the fire, she will always be a little afraid.

"I can die!" Qiao Shu, whose feet were surrounded by flames, was like a ghost in the fire in the eyes of the surrounding villagers, showing a ferocious smile:

"You can't live!"

The proficient Heavenly Demon disintegrated, causing Qiao Mu, who had just entered the fourth rank at this moment, to suddenly burst out with multiple times the thick inner strength. Every time he slashed out with a sword, there was a strong wind, causing the surrounding flames to sway and dance.

Click.

The sword in Qiao Mu's hand, which had been burned by the fire for a long time, was finally deformed and twisted, the edge was no longer there, and was cut off from the center by Wu Qingxin's sword.

"If you don't have a sword, use your fist!"

But Qiao Mu simply discarded the sword in his hand, and blasted out with both fists.

"No punches, but feet!"

His body was burning, but there was no hesitation or pause in his movements.

Compared with the Jade-faced Flying Dragon and others who were meditating and adjusting their breath, this figure seemed more decisive and tragic.

"This Qiao Zhong... is also very human."

The jade-faced flying dragon got up, his eyes were gloomy.

He has exhausted his methods, but he still can't get rid of that strange bone erosion.

Not only him, but several others as well.

And they all failed and failed to succeed.

No matter how hard you try, this flame is always like a gangrene, which cannot be shaken off or extinguished.

Their hearts were extremely gloomy, and they couldn't find life after trying their best...then they saw another choice made by Qiao Mu.

"My generation of martial arts should be like this."

"Wu Qingxin didn't give us a way out, so even death won't make her feel better!"

"Let's go on the road together." The swordsman in white, the jade-faced flying dragon, shouted ferociously.

Warriors who dare to chase and kill Saintess Wu Qingxin are all masters of the fourth and fifth ranks, and their temperament will not be bad.

They used to be lucky and always felt that they were different and could find a way to escape from death, but now they can't.

In the situation where the vitality was cut off, he finally gave up everything and attacked with all his strength.

"Mount Tai sword, mountain-opening style!"

"Taiyi Divine Fist!"

"Little Vajra Palm!"

These few people imitated that Qiao Mu, in this desperate situation, when they make a move, they are attacking but not defending, they don't want to save their lives, they just want to go to the underworld with Wu Qingxin. ,

"Ripples overlap waves, double waves!"

Qiao Mu was also like the others, bracing the lingering flames around his body, and punched out.

When the punch is released, the inner strength is rolling like water waves, and the waves overlap.

Ripples and waves are strong, double waves!

One light and one dark two forces combined with several times the increase in the disintegration of the demon exploded layer by layer, hitting Wu Qingxin's lower abdomen, causing her who was calm and calm just now to fly backward into the temple of the saint .

The mountain people were in a commotion again, but how could the people whose lives were dying at this moment care about this?

"This bone erosion was caused by Wu Qingxin, kill Wu Qingxin quickly, maybe there is still a glimmer of life!"

In the temple, Wu Qingxin fell to the ground, her face was slightly pale, and her white clothes were already stained with blood, which contrasted sharply with the compassionate saintess portrait behind her.

She looked back at the statue of the saint behind her eyes.

"Is it still the difference between immortal and mortal after all..."

For the past 30 to [-] years, she has practiced hard in closed doors. During the qi refining period, her practice is actually much faster than her fellow disciples, but she is still stuck at the foundation building pass, unable to make any progress.

I thought that because she is not a real saint, she does not have a fairy position in Xuantian Temple, and she lacks the power of incense and vows.

After finally spending many years in a small mountain village to recruit believers and build temples, I thought that with years of accumulation, I could break the mirror in one fell swoop.

But at the last moment, she was always restless and unable to enter the samadhi for a long time. Even if she sacrificed her congregation, she would not be able to welcome the moment she was expecting to ascend to immortality.

"Kill me, do you think you can live? Don't be self-righteous."

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, at this moment she still had some energy left to fight, but her heart was also inexplicably gloomy like the warriors who were burned by Li Huo.

"Even if it is a martial arts master of the third rank, it is powerless to fight against the bone erosion of this Qi refining stage monk."

"Even if you take [-] steps back, if you survive, you will eventually die." She looked at the tree that came from the ruined temple, at the jade-faced flying dragon and others.

"Practice the Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue, there is only one dead end!"

"Don't you feel that something is wrong? How can this secret method allow practitioners to have a mutual understanding of each other, so that no matter how I escape, I can't escape your induction?"

Wu Qingxin drew his sword in his hand, and continued to fight fiercely with these burning warriors, while laughing loudly:

"What martial sage? What kind of heart-to-heart? What kind of mysterious method that low-level warriors can practice?"

"This is the secret method created by the Martial Saint back then to facilitate the pursuit and killing of the practitioners of the "Wu Sheng Sheng Jue"!"

As soon as these words came out, Qiao Mu and the others were also slightly dazed, and their movements paused for a while.

Wu Qingxin kept waving the long sword in his hand, flying out from time to time while continuing to speak, trying to shake their minds:

"After the Alien War, the martial sage was called a sage by martial arts, and he has been comparing himself to a Confucian saint for 40 years."

"In the past 40 years, he traveled to Kyushu, established the Martial Arts Association, collected [-] outstanding martial arts geniuses, and adopted them as adopted sons, daughters, and disciples."

"The martial sage taught the three thousand disciples the best exercises, the most profound martial arts, and of course there is also this "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue"!"

"And the disciples of the Martial Saints who can practice the "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhinoceros Jue", or other martial artists with extraordinary temperament, will eventually become the merits of the Martial Saints."

"Three thousand disciples of Wu Shengren decades ago, do you think how many are still alive?"

Chapter 97 Chapter 92 Wu Shengren (5k

Those who practice "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Jue" are nothing but the merits of Wu Sheng.

The news fell into the ears of everyone, causing turmoil in their hearts.

Under the agitation of the mind, even the offensive at hand was slightly stagnated, which gave Wu Qingxin precious breathing time.

Wu Qingxin focused on two things. While manipulating the flying sword in her hand, she also increased her strength in her mouth:

"As early as the moment you practice the "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue", your fate is already doomed!"

"Even if you hide in the ends of the earth, Wu Shengren will follow the guidance of his intuition and kill you one by one."

"Even if you go to the Immortal Sect...like me, you can only linger for a while, and you will be regarded as an abandoned child by the Immortal Sect!"

At first Wu Qingxin just tried to shake their minds, but as she spoke, she felt sad in her heart...