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

Chapter 348

One step, two steps, three steps.

Wu Shengren's pace is not fast, it is better than strolling in the courtyard.

But with every step he took, the muscles all over his body were squirming and changing. The muscles were contracting or expanding, and the wounds on his body that were deep in the bones healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just walking step by step, not very fast, but like walking on the top of a mountain.

In front of this mountain, the trees stand as still as green pines.

"We have different ways, so don't we conspire against each other? That's right." Qiao Mu lowered his eyelids.

Whether it's him or Wu Qizheng...their conflict with Wu Shengren is actually a difference in ideas and paths.

As for the life and death of the mountain mother and the livelihood of the mountain people in Heishan Village, it is indeed the direct cause.

But even if nothing happened today, they would still be sworn enemies standing at opposite ends of the road in the future and would not coexist.

When warriors have different beliefs and paths, there is naturally only one way to distinguish right from wrong.

Of course I beat him!

Qiao Mu's whole body was filled with solid pale white energy that surged out like a sea wave.

The demon has disintegrated and retreated from the environment.

This means that after the inner energy becomes true energy, the increase in internal energy is much stronger than the five times the demon disintegrated when the body was overdrawn in the past.

At this moment, the pale white color is like substantial energy, sweeping in all directions like ripples.

Just by releasing his energy, a strong wind blew up, causing sand and rocks to fly around and the vegetation toppling over.

Qiao Mu's body shot out with electricity, and as he swung the King Qin sword in his hand, the light energy split the air in an instant, making a violent sharp sound.

In the flash of lightning, Saint Wu raised his right hand and faced King Qin's sword with the outside of his forearm.

when!

The moment his arm collided with King Qin's sword, a loud sound of gold and iron was heard.

The sharp sword light instantly tore open the skin on Wu Shengren's arm, but immediately after, there were white bones extending outward from the outer edge of his arm, forming a bone knife.

"My martial arts has reached my current level. Every inch of my body is made for fighting and can be used as a weapon." Wu Shengren said indifferently.

"Martial Saint, stop pretending, is this still considered martial arts?" Qiao Mu shouted, holding the golden body of King Qin as a weapon.

Wu Shengren's various changes of flesh and blood and Wu Qizheng's various changes of flesh and blood, it seems that they have gone on two different paths... Qiao Mu's expression remained unchanged, King Qin's sword slashed again, and again!

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!

Regardless of whether the demon has disintegrated or not, Qiao Mu's fighting style remains the same as before, using all his strength in the shortest possible time as if it were free of charge, without any regard for the consequences of running out of strength.

Therefore, at this moment, the battle between the two sides has almost just begun and has entered a white-hot stage.

One of these two people uses the golden body of King Qin as a weapon, and has a bottomless amount of real energy.

The other person has trained all his flesh and blood to an ever-changing state. His body is constantly fine-tuned during the battle, and his limbs and bones contain explosive power like a mountain torrent.

The two of them are fighting each other.

The surging energy like a tsunami blasted open the air. Every time the two sides collided, the aftermath made the ground beneath their feet suddenly sink. The strong wind swirled and swept across all directions.

The bandit Zhang Kui and the village chief Brother Xian were on their way back to the village when they heard sharp winds breaking through the air from time to time, and the sound of fierce fighting was as dense as iron, which made them feel horrified.

"Are those two people still mortals?" Bandit Zhang Kui had a complicated expression.

Just over two years ago, when he was outside Yancheng in Nanzhou, he had a sparring match with Qiao Sen, a member of the Qiao family.

At that time, the reputation of the Qiao family was only spread in a corner of Yancheng, and they were not a famous family...

Zhang Kui also didn't expect that this seemingly unknown family would appear one after another like the Calabash Boys, and even now there would be a peerless master who could rival the Martial Saint.

"Damn it, did these Qiao family members start practicing kung fu from their mother's womb?" Zhang Kui muttered:

"If a family can produce two or three peerless masters, it will already be a world-famous martial arts clan."

"But the masters of the Qiao family are really endless... Where do so many peerless geniuses come from?"

After practicing the "Human Dao Jing" until they were rejuvenated, the Qiao family members who appeared now looked like young men with white hair.

Although Zhang Kui and other Jianghu people know that they cannot be young and middle-aged in their twenties and thirty years, they also feel that these Qiao family members are not much older, and they are probably peerless geniuses who have not been practicing for too long.

"Don't think about it." Wu Qizheng looked at the battle between Wu Shengren and Qiao Mu in the distance and said with emotion:

"Even if you start practicing martial arts in your mother's womb, you won't be able to reach their level."

"Oh? Then how did they practice?" Zhang Kui asked curiously.

"Practice to this level of martial arts is already beyond the reach of ordinary people." Wu Qizheng said:

"For example, Qiao Xin, Qiao Shuanglang, Yan Taizu, Wu Shengren, or Xue Changhe, the head of the Xue family, their profound martial arts are not simply acquired through stupid training."

"The inner strength of the Blood River is passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors of the Blood Family. How can the lifetime efforts of an ordinary martial artist compare to the accumulation of so many generations of the Blood Family?"

"As for the founding emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty... the lifespan of a mortal is only a few years, but he has lived for three hundred years, which is equivalent to five lifetimes of an ordinary person. Not to mention that he has a special physique and can eat elixirs as food. Able to increase one’s power at a rate far beyond that of ordinary people.”

"Martial Saint relies on the power of swallowing heaven through gluttony, needless to say..."

Wu Qizheng's words made Zhang Kui nod in agreement.

From the perspective of a low-ranking martial artist like Zhang Kui, all of these peerless masters are fucking cheaters.

Their aptitude, comprehension, physique, and skills... must be far superior to those of ordinary people.

In other words, peerless masters like them have become so powerful that it is difficult for the world to understand, and have reached the realm of cheaters.

If Qiao Mu is a martial arts master who has practiced martial arts for 1,100 years, ordinary people are far from being able to reach that level.

The martial saint, Yan Taizu, who combined the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill into one, passed down the inner strength of the Blood River from generation to generation, and had a body of medicine spirit, took a lot of spiritual medicine... It is also something that ordinary people cannot catch up with even after hundreds or thousands of years of hard practice.

"The Qiao family is still amazing." Zhang Kui thought about it and still praised:

"There are too many geniuses with excellent aptitude and comprehension in the Qiao family, who can easily come up with one or two amazing skills."

At this moment.

There was a sound of "Dang".

A huge black humanoid figure flew from a distance, half of its body crashed into the mud.

This was not a living person, but the golden body of the King of Qin that Qiao Mu used as a weapon.

Wu Qi was looking up again.

In the distance, Qiao Mu and the Martial Saint stood opposite each other in a messy forest.

The King of Qin's sword in Qiao Mu's hand had already flown out, and his knuckles were stained with blood, torn open by the huge force of the collisions, and blood was pouring out.

The bone knife extending from the arm of the Martial Saint also showed faint cracks, and it was obviously not unscathed.

He retracted his hand, looked at Qiao Mu in front of him quietly, and said indifferently:

"If you don't have other skills, today's matter will end here."

"You are right." Qiao Mu said slowly:

"Today's matter should end here."

Qiao Mu adjusted his breath slightly and had already assumed the posture of the Changsheng Fist.

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He has more than a thousand years of martial arts, and has practiced countless martial arts over the years, and most of them have been practiced to a high level. It is not that he is helpless without a Qin Wang Sword.

In addition to swordsmanship, there are also guns. If there are no weapons, there are fists, feet and fingers.

"Heyang Qiao Family, Changsheng Fist?" The martial saint was slightly startled, and he remembered a past event at this time.

When he first met Qiao Zhong in Nanzhou, he also suspected that this mysterious Qiao family had some connection with the Heyang Qiao family that he personally slaughtered.

And now the longevity Qiao family of Xiake Island has a reputation far beyond the former Heyang Qiao family, and it is difficult to compare.

"True energy, liberation."

The remaining energy between Qiao Mu's limbs and bones burst out without reservation at this moment.

Like waves, layers of power surged out, overlapping each other like waves.

Air currents suddenly rolled up between the mountains and forests, and the leaves rustled. The small trees almost fell and bent under the strong wind.

"Ripple wave power..."

Qiao Mu's body was like lightning, and his fists were like the wind. He slammed on the chest of the martial saint, and a large amount of true power burst out.

In the past, the ancestral wave power of the Qiao family was actually only practiced by the patriarch to the third level, the realm of three waves.

Qiao Mu has practiced this secret skill, just like the deduction of the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", to a level that surpassed the Qiao family members and reached the pinnacle. It has already been subtly different from the original version.

This is the top technique in the world in the use of internal energy. Qiao Mu now wants to play five waves. In fact, there are two ways to play, one fast and one slow.

The slow way is to quickly accumulate momentum, gather the energy of the whole body and overlap five layers like waves. Such a strike would produce five waves, and five levels of Qi energy would burst out in one strike.

The disadvantage is that it takes a long time to accumulate energy, and when the fist energy is not released, it is naturally a huge flaw.

Facing such a powerful enemy as the Martial Saint, if you lose your concentration for a moment, you will lose everything. How can you have time to accumulate energy?

The fast fighting method is actually to make five lightning strikes in a short period of time.

Each strike only releases one level of energy, and the fast strikes are fast, one wave after another, so that the Qi energy gradually accumulates like a raging wave, completely submerging the enemy.

And this time when facing the Martial Saint, Qiao Mu's strike was naturally five consecutive strikes.

"Ripple wave energy·One wave!"

The surging Qi energy burst out on the chest of the Martial Saint, but at the moment when Qiao Mu hit the Martial Saint, the Martial Saint's chest shook, and a rotating airflow suddenly burst out, forcibly shaking off this Qi energy.

"Protective Qi energy..." Qiao Mu had such a thought in his mind.

His method of transforming true energy in the "Divine Transformation Technique" is actually a unique skill that he deduced after studying the Martial Saint and the Sword Exiled Immortal in his dreams.

Fundamentally, both belong to the method of "combining qi and spirit, and blending internal energy with spirit", but there are many differences between the two in terms of specific methods.

Qiao Mu's thousand-year true energy is already the top of the current strength list, overwhelming the rest in both quantity and quality.

His quantity is too large. Once stimulated, the heavy true energy will leave his body and fly into the air. The attack distance is far superior to other martial artists. A full-strength sword strike is enough to split the flood and break the waves.

The Martial Saint is different. His martial arts true energy is relatively restrained. The two sides have been fighting fiercely until now, and he has hardly been seen exerting energy in the air, which is more plain and unpretentious.

"Second wave!"

Qiao Mu took a deep breath.

Visible filaments of air flow flowed into his mouth and nose, and as he breathed in and out, they turned into a turbulent current of energy that gushed out, gathered between his arms, and punched the Martial Saint heavily on the forearm.

The surging Qi force like a raging wave suddenly dispersed the protective Qi force on the forearm of the Martial Saint, hitting his forearm with a muffled sound.

The Martial Saint's face remained unchanged, he stood still, the flesh and blood on his forearm bulged unnaturally, and then calmed down.

"Three fold waves!"

Qiao Mu exhaled slightly, and the pale white Qi force that penetrated his body became more and more, gradually overlapping like waves, and slammed into the iron fist of the Martial Saint.

There was a loud bang.

The shock wave visible to the naked eye vibrated, and in an instant, the clothes on both sides' arms exploded and shattered at the same time, turning into fragments flying.

The arms of the Martial Saint had become much thicker, and his arms had become swollen and red with blood. The blood vessels on his thick arms were like snakes, and they were wriggling unnaturally.

"Four fold waves!"

The huge amount of Qi force wandered around Qiao Mu like a giant python, and as he punched out with both fists, it made a sharp sound in the air.

The Martial Saint lowered his body slightly, bent his knees, and was about to jump high to avoid the attack.

But with this force, he found that the ground under his feet actually sank deeper with his movement.

He looked down and saw that the ground under his feet had turned into a soft swamp at some point, and his legs sank as he exerted force.

The Mountain Mother, who had just sent away the bandit Zhang Kui, looked at this side.

The Martial Saint came to kill her, and this black mountain could be regarded as her body, how could she not resist?

This was a life-and-death fight, not a one-on-one arena competition. Even if she didn't directly participate in the battle, she had plenty of ways to deal with these two people fighting on this black mountain.

There was a loud bang.

Qiao Mu's attack hit the Martial Saint's chest, and a huge amount of true energy gushed out and slammed into the Martial Saint's body.

At this moment, the Martial Saint's skin was bleeding, and his muscles were wriggling rapidly. Two or three head-sized lumps of flesh gradually rose on his back, expanding like balloons.

Huh...

Qiao Mu let out a long breath and gathered his strength.

The faint moonlight shone down and enveloped his whole body.

The pale white Qi energy enveloped his body in all directions, condensing into a series of Qi energy pythons, baring their fangs and claws and screaming, ready to go.

The Martial Saint raised his head slightly under the moonlight.

The skin on his back cracked, revealing a row of dense pores, and the bones on the outer edge of his forearm extended outward to form a blade.

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

In the whistling air, the Martial Saint rose from the swamp, his tall figure swept across like an eagle, and the bone blade of his arm slashed towards Qiao Mu's waist.

At the same moment, Qiao Mu also moved.

"Five-fold wave."

The pale white sea of ​​true energy gathered between his fists and palms, and the giant python of Qi energy surrounding his body merged into his palms, just like the bright moonlight suddenly appeared, pressing on the shoulder of the martial saint who rushed over.

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