The visitor was a tall and burly man with a sword and a wine gourd hanging from his waist. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were bright and cold.
It was exactly the Sword Ghost, the fourth-grade spiritual warrior described by Fang Yuan.
While Qiao Mu was looking at Jian Gui, Jian Gui was also looking at the old man in front of him.
The old man is very old. Not only is his hair white, but his skin and flesh are also loose and his eyes are drooping. This is an obvious sign of declining qi and blood, which shows that he is very old.
"Cheap goods are not good, and good goods are not cheap. My painting is worth this price." The old man smiled, with no intention of lowering the price.
The Sword Ghost bargained casually, but when the old man refused to give in, he pretended to be angry:
"Then, sir, you can just wait for the victim."
But he knew it clearly in his mind.
Isn’t the drunkard’s real interest in wine
The sword ghost laughed secretly in his heart.
This old man is obviously not ordinary.
Although his skin and flesh were loose and his blood circulation was declining, his breathing was quite rhythmic. Even though he had been exposed to the scorching sun for most of the day, he was still calm and composed, and did not look tired at all.
This shows that this person is obviously an internal force warrior, and his internal strength attainments are not bad.
But it’s not bad.
The decline of Qi and blood in old age is a natural law and cannot be resisted by human power.
The only family that could achieve "old but not declining" was the Heyang Qiao family... Not to mention that the Heyang Qiao family has been destroyed, the martial arts saint who took away their kung fu is already dead.
Even if one has successfully cultivated the spirit through the Changsheng Fist and can remain young and healthy, this is obviously not the case.
The essence of the Changsheng Fist is to lock up the vital energy and prevent it from being lost. Therefore, the original head of the Qiao family, and even the Qiao family martial arts master a hundred years ago, were all old in age but did not look aged, with white hair and youthful faces.
And the old man in front of him... He dared to take this blood moon map and even shouted out a sky-high price. I guess he doesn't seem like a fool who has a treasure and doesn't know it, but he thinks he has something to rely on.
But no matter how much support he has, he is already old, his energy and blood have declined, and he is no longer as strong as he used to be.
"Have you underestimated your own strength? This is the imperial capital." The Sword Ghost laughed secretly in his heart and glanced at the blood moon picture again.
As a martial artist who had seen the Blood Sun Picture, he had no doubt that both pictures were created by the same person.
If you want to uncover the mystery of this painting, it requires a long period of observation. It is not something that can be understood overnight.
After seeing the rumored person who achieved enlightenment through martial arts, Jian Gui had a greater desire for paintings involving spiritual cultivation and martial arts.
He suppressed the desire in his heart, turned around and left without looking any further.
Even if we don't count the immortal cultivators entrenched here, this imperial capital has always been a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are present.
This old man acted too inconsiderately. In less than a day, he alerted his sword ghost. This was obviously a way to death.
..
As the sun sets in the west, the sky gradually darkens and a bright moon slowly rises.
Qiao Mu had already put the picture of the blood moon in his arms and was walking on the road on the outskirts of the city.
Along the way, he kept walking on roads that were rarely traveled, and before he knew it, he had arrived at an alley on the outskirts of the city.
This is a dark alley. It is quite spacious, but there is no one around. The only sound that can be heard in the alley is Qiumu's lonely footsteps.
But silently, a figure appeared and blocked his way.
It was the tall man named Sword Ghost who wore a sword and a wine gourd on his waist.
"Master, how are you?"
The Sword Ghost just smiled slightly and didn't say anything more.
He placed his hand on the scabbard at his waist, but the sword in his hand did not come out of the scabbard. Instead, a sharp sword light seemed to flash in his eyes.
There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the eyes.
His two glances were like two extremely sharp swords, as if they wanted to gouge out Qiao Mu's brain, and an overwhelming and overwhelming pressure immediately emerged.
At this moment, Qiao Mu felt like he was struck by lightning. His whole body trembled slightly, his eyes lost their luster for a short time, and he was dazed.
And the sword in the sword ghost's hand also came out.
The sword came out like a pool of autumn water, and the bright sword light slashed towards Qiao Mu's neck, but at the last moment the sword turned and slashed towards Qiao Mu's back.
Just at this moment.
Two figures emerged from the corner of the dark alley. They were going to take advantage of the chaos to pounce on the dazed Qiao Mu, but now this pounce was like a pounce towards the sword in the sword ghost's hand.
laugh.
The sword light cut through the air and cut the left arm of the swordsman on the left. The wound was so deep that the bone was visible and blood was oozing out.
"Have you noticed that my two brothers are lurking in the dark... Or is this the intuition of a third-grade soul-refining warrior?"
These two swordsmen were both at the fourth level of martial arts, and were also well-known figures in Zhongzhou. They were known as the "Flying Snow Twin Swordsmen."
Qiao Mu was selling paintings at a stall today, and they happened to be passing by the Antique Street, so they naturally saw it.
But later, when they saw the "Sword Ghost" appear and ask for the price, they hid in the dark, hoping to take advantage of the situation.
He had not wanted to fight with the Sword Ghost who had entered the state of spiritual refinement. He just thought that since there were two of them, they only needed to fight for a short while, and one of them could take the opportunity to snatch the Blood Moon Map and then escape.
However, they didn't expect that just as they came out, one of them had his arm cut by the opponent's sword and almost had it broken off.
"Have you never fought with a martial artist? You have a narrow vision."
The Sword Ghost held the sword in one hand and looked at the two swordsmen with a smile.
He was facing two people alone, but he was calm and composed. He even took the initiative to attack, stabbing continuously with the sword in his hand.
His sword was not extremely fast, and his swordsmanship was not particularly sophisticated, and was about the same as those of the two fourth-grade swordsmen.
But what made the two swordsmen extremely uncomfortable was that they were outnumbered two against one, and even if they saw the flaws in the sword moves of the Sword Ghost, the Sword Ghost was always able to dodge them in a flash.
"I can't hit it!"
"His movements are not fast, his swordsmanship is not very advanced, and his internal energy is not much stronger than ours, but why..."
After a while, the knives in their hands didn't even touch the sword ghost, and they gradually became anxious.
"Ignorance." The Sword Ghost seemed to know what they were thinking, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Why do you think a martial artist who practices spirit cultivation is a third-grade martial artist, while a martial artist who practices pure strength can only be a fourth-grade martial artist no matter how strong he is?"
"If there is no big difference, why does the court classify warriors into different levels and grant them different grades of official positions?"
A warrior's principles are learned with his fists.
Thousands of years ago, there was no spiritual martial arts in this world, and the limit of martial arts was the fourth level. The limit of the fourth level was the limit of a warrior and the soft upper limit of the human body.
From now on, one can only rely on the slow accumulation of internal strength over a long period of time.
And after warriors figured out the clear way to cultivate the spirit, the top three levels of warriors who were superior to those who cultivated strength appeared.
intuition!
This is the strength of the top three rank warriors.
"Just practicing strength and power are ultimately side paths." The Sword Ghost dodged the swordsman's attack on the left by leaning sideways, and stabbed the swordsman's shoulder on the right with his sword, causing blood to gushed out.
He was fighting one against two, yet he easily avoided the attack from the two swordsmen as if he was strolling in the garden.
"How can the hunters in the mountains defeat the ferocious wolves, tigers and leopards?" His eyes were like swords, staring at the two swordsmen sternly.
"Is it a competition of strength with a tiger? Whose claws and fangs are sharper?"
"Of course not!"
In between fights, he occasionally used the eyewitness technique, supplemented by verbal attacks:
"The human body has its limits, and the fourth level is the limit!"
"Mortals can defeat wolves, tigers and leopards by relying on their brains and the sharp weapons in their hands!"
"You only know how to train your strength, but you are just fools trying to compete with wolves and tigers in strength and speed."
"As martial artists of our generation, we cultivate our intuition, which is the sharp blade in the hands of hunters that can kill tigers and leopards. This is a breakthrough from zero to one. What can you use to stop it?"
At this moment, his eyes were like invisible swords breaking through the air, shocking the swordsman with a bone-piercing wound on his arm so much that his whole body trembled violently and his movements slowed down a bit.
clang!
Amid the crisp sound of swords, a huge head rose into the sky.
The Sword Ghost's voice was like thunder, he growled:
"Only when the mind is strong and tenacious can one be truly powerful. This is the way of warriors of our generation!"
Chapter 136 The One Who Escaped
Before the emergence of the Soul Refining Martial Arts.
For top-notch internal force martial artists, fighting mainly depends on the amount of internal force, the strength of the body, and the sophistication of the moves.
But for a spiritual warrior like Sword Ghost, things are different from before.
For them, the fight between warriors is not only a physical fight, but also a spiritual confrontation.
When two brave men meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!
Whether it is the sword ghost's witnessing skills or the words of attacking the heart that come out of his mouth, they are no longer limited to physical combat.
Even though their physical bodies and internal strength were similar, the powerful mind gave Sword Ghost a very sharp intuition, allowing him to avoid the combined attack of Feixue's two swords in a flash.
The ease and control he displayed between the two swordsmen put a huge psychological pressure on them both.
"From training strength and energy to training the spirit, this is a breakthrough from zero to one."
The Sword Ghost watched the flying head fall to the ground and the headless corpse fall to the ground with a thud, but his face remained as calm as ever.
"How can a foolish and reckless man who only knows how to train his strength be my enemy?" He said in a low voice, while the sword in his hand continued to attack.
As the Sword Ghost swung his sword and cut off the head of the swordsman on the left, the remaining swordsman was even more shocked.
"You dare to kill my brother?"
The swordsman was filled with shock and anger, the knuckles of his hand holding the hilt turned white, and it was obvious that he was extremely shocked and angry.
"Blood Shadow Technique!"
The blood in his body was almost boiling. Apparently he had used an explosive method similar to the Demon Disintegration. His body suddenly turned into a streak of blood!
Um
The sword ghost's eyes suddenly flashed with a strange light.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of danger like a thorn in his back, which was an intuitive and instinctive warning.
A martial artist who has successfully cultivated his spirit can even reach the state of "the cicada senses the coming autumn wind before it blows", and is difficult to be assassinated or ambushed.
But in the brief moment when the swordsman exploded, he sensed a fierce threat that made his hair stand on end...
He... might die
But how is this possible? The other party is just an ordinary fourth-grade, relying on the two brothers to make a name for themselves in Zhongzhou, and now one of them is dead, how can it be possible...
In a flash, the sword ghost switched from offense to defense, holding the sword across his chest in a defensive posture.
Then he saw the swordsman fleeing to the rear at an astonishing speed.
"Brother, if I die here, no one will be able to avenge you." The swordsman gritted his teeth and said:
"Just wait. I will definitely find trouble with this sword ghost within a hundred years."
Even with their combined Feixue swords, they were no match for the Sword Ghost alone, and he killed one of them with ease.
Now that one of them is dead, how can he, the only one left, survive
While fleeing at high speed, the swordsman did not forget to look back out of the corner of his eye.
He already knew how terrifying the Spirit Refining Warrior was. Perhaps his intuition was so sharp that he could detect that he had no intention of fighting to the death and was just bluffing.
However, when he turned around, he was stunned. The sword ghost was standing there motionless
Were you fooled by his fake shot? Did you give up the pursuit
wrong!