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

For decades, she lived in the cracks between Xianmen and Wushengren, retreating and practicing hard all day long, but she finally came to this step.

She smiled sadly:

"The sky is big and the earth is big, from the rivers and lakes to the temples, from the secular world to the fairy gate, there is no longer the means of survival for you and me-poof!"

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Mu slapped his back with vigor, and he staggered forward two steps, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

"You keep talking, I'm listening, talk more."

Qiao Mu is very calm and calm.

Calm as if the Lihuo wasn't burning on him.

For martial artists in this world, if they can reach the fourth or fifth rank, it is naturally impossible to rely on closed-door practice, and they must go through many battles.

But no matter how much experience you have, no matter how rich your fighting experience is, at the critical moment of life and death, it is almost impossible for your state of mind to remain calm.

Yumian Feilong and the others had to bear the burning pain of Lihuo, use their internal strength to suppress Lihuo, and fight Wu Qingxin to the death at the same time, their heartstrings were already tense.

But Qiao Mu is different, he fights to the death as easily as defecating and peeing.

While listening to Wu Qingxin talk about Wu Shengren's secrets, he didn't slow down his attack at all, and used Wu Qingxin as an actual combat sandbag.

What he is practicing on the sandbag is the essence of Changshengquan, the strength of ripples and waves.This is actually the secret skill of the Qiao family in Heyang that Qiao Canxue taught him when he was in his 20s.

And now, after the age of 60, Qiao Mu's stacked wave strength has broken through to the second level, the level of the second wave.

He punched Wu Qingxin's back and heart, one light and one dark force in his hand exploded like waves, and he punched out twice softly.

For a martial artist who has achieved success in martial arts, the maximum output of a punch is [-]% of the force.

And this energy of ripples and waves refers to not exhausting one's strength and leaving room for it.

One punch only exerts six or seven parts of force, and at the same time, in a very short period of time when the force bursts out, the second force is released.

When the two forces are superimposed, they overlap like waves, and then burst out more than [-]% of the destructive power.

"Erdielang, [-]% will contribute!"

Taking advantage of Wu Qingxin's eloquent skills, Qiao Mu stepped on the stealth step, appeared behind Wu Qingxin like a ghost, and punched out.

"Erdielang, [-]% will contribute!"

The two bursts of force from the front and the back are [-]% of the destructive power, making Wu Qingxin stagger once again.

However, after being repeatedly attacked by Qiao Mu several times, she also took precautions and used hard skills secretly, so this time her body only staggered.

"Exceeding the limit of martial arts with [-]% of your effort? Is this what you rely on? Just sit and watch the sky."

Wu Qingxin just sneered, she studied under Wu Shengren, her vision is naturally extraordinary, when she was following Wu Shengren in her early years, she had never seen any top martial arts skills.

When Qiao Mu rushed forward again, she stretched out both left and right palms, wanting to fight head-on with Qiao Mu, a [-]-year-old martial artist who had just entered the fourth rank.

It's just that behind her, a flying sword was as fast as a cold star, slashed across an arc, and rushed towards the back of Qiao Mu's head.

She was stupid to face Qiao Mugang, and this is not a one-on-one duel at all...

Fist to fist and palm to palm, she didn't want to defeat Qiao Mu head-on, as long as she blocked Qiao Mu's attack, that flying sword could quietly decapitate him!

It's not that Qiao Mu didn't notice the flying sword that Wu Qingxin manipulated secretly.

It's just that he doesn't care, and even enjoys it.

Compared to dying under Lihuo again, dying with Wu Qingxin and going to Huangquan together is not bad.

"Old Hu, Jade Faced Flying Dragon... I, Qiao Zhong, take a step first!"

Qiao Mu smiled, his expression was calm, but his internal strength suddenly exploded.

"Erdielang, [-]% of the effort...but the demon disintegrated!"

Vigorous inner strength burst out from all the limbs and bones several times, and almost instantly stretched the meridians of Qiao Mu's arm until there was a tearing pain.

Boom, boom!

Several times the majestic strength, and then exploded with double strength, one front and one back, Qiao Mu's sudden burst of strength far exceeded Wu Qingxin's expectations.

The palms of her hands were fractured, twisted, and deformed under the tremendous force, and the broken and twisted bones of her arms were thrust back into her chest.

With the blood gushing out, she took several steps back.

But Jade Faced Flying Dragon and others did not stand by.

When there was a clear sound of metal strikes.

The jade-faced flying dragon performed lightness kung fu, and in the blink of an eye, raised the sword and knocked away the flying sword that was flying towards the back of Qiao Mu's head.

The figures of the other two warriors who were on fire took advantage of Wu Qingxin's staggering backwards, and each stabbed Wu Qingxin's back heart with a sword from behind.

Wu Qingxin's movements froze, her eyes widened, and the flying sword that was knocked into the air finally fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Her chest stopped rising and falling, and her breathing stopped abruptly.

The villagers in the surrounding mountain villages were panicked and frightened at first, and then made a lot of noise and noise.

"It's over." The jade-faced flying dragon standing behind Qiao Mu sighed slightly, looking at Li Huo wrapped around his hands and feet.

The fire from Lihuo was slightly smaller, but it was not extinguished.

"It's over, it's over, why are you saving me?" Qiao Mu turned around and stared at the jade-faced flying dragon.

Originally, he didn't want to get too involved with this group of Wujihui people, just now he chatted with Lao Hu for a few more words, and he hastily put his hands back, he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

The jade-faced flying dragon didn't understand Qiao Mu's words, but it didn't matter because he was going to be burned to death soon.

"...Wu Qingxin is dead, but the bone erosion still hasn't disappeared, it's just that the fire has slowed down a little bit." The voice of the Jade Faced Flying Dragon was somewhat exhausted.

This time, the Xingxuan envoy gathered a team of 11 people, among whom there were many fourth ranks, but in the end, the entire army was wiped out.

"I heard that the Bone Erosion Lihuo Talisman is a talisman specially used by the great cultivators of the Immortal Gate to target ordinary warriors. There is no chance of winning if it is carried out head-on, and even a third-rank martial artist can only rely on superhuman intuition to avoid it. "

"I thought that this saintly girl, Wu Qingxin, had been practicing immortality for a short time, and I was waiting for a chance to win, but I still underestimated her..."

Perhaps it was the death of a person, the Jade Faced Flying Dragon who was quite magnanimous before, now also started rambling.

The warriors whose hands and feet were on fire each sat quietly and exercised their inner strength, even though they knew they were going to die, they still wanted to struggle one last time.

"Alas..." Someone sighed, and the atmosphere suddenly became dull.

And with this sigh.

The bearded swordsman walked out of the sea of ​​flames.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, not only is his breath well-proportioned and undisturbed at this moment, he doesn't even have a spark on his body.

"Old Hu, you..." At this moment, everyone sensed that something was wrong.

The bearded swordsman didn't say anything, just pressed his hand on the scabbard at his waist, and his hand was blurred.

More than ten streaks of sharp sword lights flickered past.Afterwards, blood surged wildly, and large pieces of flesh and blood flew out.

The four warriors, including Qiao Mu, had blood gushing out of their bodies, and even the arm of a fifth-rank warrior was cut off by the bearded swordsman in an instant.

"you---"

When everyone was shocked and angry, they were shocked to find that Li Huo, who was lingering around his body, had disappeared into the air along with the bright knife light.

"Is the Qiguli fire extinguished?" Jade Faced Flying Dragon's heart trembled.

He vaguely sensed that this was completely different from the exquisite saber technique shown by the bearded swordsman before.

No matter how exquisite the knife technique is, it is just a skill, which can separate the burning flesh and blood from the intact flesh and blood.

But they have been burned by Lihuo for a period of time, and Lihuo may have already penetrated into the bones, so how can they be divided?

"Is this forcibly extinguishing the Lihuo?"

"Does it rely on a more powerful internal strength, or some other kind of strength...There are indeed warriors in this world who can deal with Lihuo, a cultivator..."

The jade-faced flying dragon soon had no room to think.

Because at the moment when the bearded swordsman drew his knife, an extremely intense trembling felt spontaneously, his whole body tensed up subconsciously, and his breathing seemed to have stopped.

Qiao Mu looked down at his body.

The flames around his body have also been extinguished, and on a part of the skin that has not been burned by the flames, cold hairs can be seen standing on end.

This is the strong intuition honed by Wu Shengsheng's rhinoceros art, and it is crazily warning!

die!die!die!

The intuition this time was stronger than the bone-eating fire talisman that Qiao Mu exhaled in front of female cultivator Mingyue for the first time, as if he had to exert all his strength to maintain normal breathing.

It's not just Qiao Mu, Jade Faced Flying Dragon and others who have practiced "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue".

Even the saint Wu Qingxin, who was supposed to be dead and whose chest was pierced by a sword, began to tremble slightly at this moment.

First the fingers trembled, then the pupils, and finally the whole body.

She raised her head slightly, looking at the person with trembling pupils.

At some point, a bright moon rose from behind the clouds, and the faint moonlight passed through the mountains and forests, scattering silvery white all over the place.

In her pupils, the bearded swordsman walked slowly, step by step, and slowly zoomed in in the field of vision.

As he stepped forward, the remaining fire on the surrounding ground also fell to the ground, and then slowly extinguished.

It was as if the fire of the Immortal Dao Talisman, which could burn away ordinary warriors in the world, would crawl in front of this man and even disappear.

On the face of the bearded swordsman, the flesh and facial features were slowly squirming and changing, and finally turned into a completely different and unfamiliar face.

This is a face whose exact age cannot be specified. His eyes are as deep as an abyss, like an old man who has read the vicissitudes of life, but there are no age spots or obvious wrinkles on his face. But it's hidden and locked.

His long hair was just casually draped over his shoulders. His hair was gray and white like middle-aged and elderly people, but it also had the thickness of young people. Especially under the faint light of the night at this moment, it seemed to have a faint luster.

"Qingxin, I sent you to Xuantianzong to practice for 30 years, and I gave you so much time to perform. As a result..." The man looked down at the dying saint Wu Qingxin at his feet, with only a touch of disappointment on his face :

"That's it?"

"Wu Shengren..." Wu Qingxin raised her head, she clenched her teeth, and her charming face looked a bit ferocious at this moment:

"The "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue" is two-way induction, even if you created this secret method, it is impossible to hide your tracks in one direction."

"why?"

"Because I am a Wu Shengren." Wu Shengren only said lightly:

"The martial saints of 30 or [-] years ago couldn't do it, but it doesn't mean the martial saints can't do it now."

"If a martial saint cannot keep pace with the times and constantly break through, how can he be called a saint? How can martial arts compete with the immortal way?"

"The iron rules of "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue" can't be broken, unless you do exercises."

"So, I specially created another secret method "Xuanming Containing Breath Technique", which restrains the martial artist's 'god', leaving only the level of strength training, avoiding the fuzzy induction of intuition."

Wu Qingxin shrank her pupils slightly, and wanted to say something, but couldn't.

Immortal practice does not know how long it takes, she practices hard all day long in closed doors, just to cross the gap between immortals and mortals, 30 to [-] years are like a flick of a finger.

But Wu Shengren is not.

Wu Shengren said lightly:

"I named you 'Qingxin', because I hope that your state of mind will be clear and free from distracting thoughts, but your state of mind is almost on fire."

"Your martial arts and immortal aptitude is actually not bad, but your heart is bad. With such a fear of me, how can you step into the way of refining gods?"

"The mind is shaken. Martial arts and immortals dare not break through the realm. Is it because I am afraid that I will die in my hands after breaking through the realm. If I lose confidence in my choice, will my Dao heart completely collapse?"

At this moment, the flames that remained around completely disappeared.

The flickering and extinguishing of bone erosion and fire are all in Wu Qing's mind.

Wu Shengren didn't deliberately put out the embers on the ground, but the embers crawled and even disappeared.

This means that Wu Qingxin has completely lost her mind.

The flames were extinguished, and the faint moonlight in the forest became the only light source.

Under the moonlight, Wu Shengren stretched out a hand, and his arm swelled and enlarged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is not a strong warrior tensing his muscles, visually his arms appear to expand in a circle.

Qiao Mu and the others could clearly see that the bones of Wu Shengren's palms were making a light clicking sound, expanding from the size of an ordinary person to a size larger than that of Wu Qingxin's face.

"For so many years, what kind of immortal have you cultivated?"

He stretched out his thumb and forefinger, pinched Wu Qingxin's cheek with both fingers, and lifted her up.