The swordsman noticed something strange.
Behind the Sword Ghost.
The old man, who had been treated like meat on the chopping board by both sides, had crawled up from the ground at some point, his old eyes showing deep curiosity.
"... Weird." The swordsman had not yet embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation, but at this moment he instinctively felt something was very wrong. Not only did his body not slow down, he even fled a little faster.
The wrinkled old man stretched his muscles, and all his joints made crackling sounds.
As an immortal, he had no fear in his heart. Even the witness technique of Wayne, the world's number one detective, had no reaction at all, not to mention the sword ghost in front of him.
There was no fear in Qiumu's heart.
But at this moment, a strong sense of panic flashed through the Sword Ghost's heart.
The intuition of a martial artist who practices spiritual cultivation is very strong. He can anticipate the enemy's moves and detect where danger is in advance.
And now, he sensed a source of danger behind him that was far greater than he had expected.
"Is this the Spiritual Refiner?"
An old voice sounded behind him, with a strong curiosity in it.
Qiao Mu had come into contact with some martial artists who practiced spiritual cultivation, but the only one he had ever actually fought with was the Martial Saint.
When he challenged the Martial Saint, the Martial Saint showed a strong ability to anticipate his enemy's moves. No matter how hard he tried, he could only block the stormy attack with just one finger.
But the Martial Saint is obviously a person who cannot be judged by common sense.
This was the first time he had fought against a true third-grade spirit cultivator like Jian Gui, and he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of anticipation in his heart.
Great, he's going to die again next!
"Turn around and try to kill me."
Sword Ghost heard an old voice coming from behind him.
He turned around slowly and met the old man's eyes as deep as a pool. His heart began to beat wildly in his chest and all the hair on his body stood up.
His intuition told him that if he took action, he would be doomed to die!
Who is this old man
His vision should be correct. This old man's energy and blood were obviously weak, and he didn't seem like a martial artist who had achieved success in spiritual cultivation. Why did he give him such a strong sense of danger
Although he was not quite sure why, Sword Ghost believed in his intuition as a spiritual warrior.
"Are you kidding, old man?" Sword Ghost raised the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.
"I came here this time just to remind my father-in-law not to walk alone in dark alleys, otherwise you might be attacked by such bad guys."
As he spoke, he glanced at the headless body at his feet:
"It's getting late, so I won't bother you any more. Be careful on your way, old man. I still need to deal with this body so as not to alert the authorities."
He was about to imitate the previous swordsman and flee quickly, but he heard the old man in front of him say calmly:
"Young man, do you think I'm so easy to fool?"
"Be quick and decisive, and get started!"
"Didn't you say that only a strong and tenacious mind is the way of a warrior? Where is your heart of martial arts?"
The old man was urging him to take action, but the more he urged, the more Sword Ghost felt the danger grow stronger.
What bullshit! His heart of martial arts is not to challenge a stronger person even if he knows he will die!
"Come on, let me see how strong the Soul Refining Warrior is. Didn't you say that Soul Refining is zero, and your Soul Refining Warrior is only one?"
Faced with the old man's aggressive pressure, the Sword Ghost could only laugh awkwardly:
"No, in front of you, I am naturally zero, and you are one. How dare I argue with you?"
elder:
Although Sword Ghost didn't know why the old man suddenly choked, he keenly grasped the opportunity in the blink of an eye!
run!
He leaped up onto the high wall at the entrance of the alley and quickly escaped into the night.
Chapter 137: Intercepting the Escape
The imperial capital is naturally the largest city in Zhongzhou, but no matter how prosperous a city is, there will still be desolate slums and uninhabited areas in the suburbs.
And at this moment.
The sword ghost stomped his feet repeatedly and jumped rapidly on the brick house. His figure blurred into a shadow and he was fleeing quickly.
His heart was pounding, and his mind was filled with the old face of the old man selling paintings.
"There's something wrong with that old man just now. It's a big problem. What does it mean that his Qi and blood are weak?"
He was filled with annoyance.
Aging in old age is a natural law that no mortal can escape. The only exception is those who have transcended the realm of mortals and become immortals.
But that old man was obviously not a cultivator, and he didn't seem to be a martial artist who had achieved success in spiritual cultivation
There are actually some strong ones among the elderly warriors.
For example, Sword Ghost had also heard that there was once a martial arts master who was over eighty years old and his blood was declining, but his swordsmanship was already superb. He defeated a second-rank warrior of the imperial court in his prime with just a wooden sword.
But this also has a prerequisite.
The famous Lu Yanbei, who was over eighty years old, had reached an extremely high level in his skills. He was also a spiritual warrior in his prime. Although his blood and energy had declined, his skills and the strength of his mind had not diminished in the slightest.
Moreover, Jian Gui heard that the fight at that time was a competition between warriors, not a life-and-death battle.
If a life-and-death fight really breaks out, the outcome is probably still unknown.
Boxing is best practiced by young and strong people. This is an iron rule among martial artists. Even a martial artist who practices the Changsheng Fist can only try his best to maintain the quality of his energy and blood.
"Where on earth did such an old monster pop up?"
The Sword Ghost was startled and suddenly stopped.
Because in front of him, a shadow gradually emerged, it was the old man who was selling paintings before.
"You're not even qualified to let me use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration and Red Moon Blood Burning Techniques."
Qiao Mu frowned. The Sword Ghost's lightness skill was not particularly outstanding. It was only slightly stronger than the two swordsmen just now.
He chased him from behind, and caught up with him before he even had time to use the Demonic Disintegration.
"It seems that my physical body and blood have indeed increased significantly in the past thirty years..." Qiao Mu said to himself.
After the fourth level, it is the way to refine the spirit, because at this point continuing to accumulate qi and blood, and internal strength, will have little effect.
The way to refine the spirit is the right way for a warrior.
So on this path, Qiao Mu, who had practiced the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" to the fifth level, could be said to be alone, and he did not find any other warriors who could compare with him.
I originally wanted to test my skills with this sword ghost who sounded quite powerful, but the opponent's intuition was too strong. He didn't even have the intention to fight and ran away immediately.
"Why are you forcing me so hard, old man? My witnessing technique obviously didn't hurt you. You are not injured."
Sword Ghost's expression changed a little at this time. He thought for a moment and said:
"Actually, I am from the Martial Arts Alliance..."
Hearing this, the old man paused, with curiosity showing on his face.
"What Martial Arts Alliance? I've never heard of it. I've only heard of the Wu Ji Hui. Is your Martial Arts Alliance powerful?" he asked curiously.
The Sword Ghost's expression improved a little. As long as he didn't act immediately, there was still a chance of survival. He said seriously:
"This martial arts alliance is not simple."
"It is a martial arts organization established by a martial arts practitioner called 'King Qin'."
"Although the Wuji Association founded by the Martial Saint during his lifetime pursued the ultimate in martial arts, after the death of the Martial Saint, the Wuji Association has faded into obscurity and has gone downhill."
"And our 'King Qin' is a martial artist who has taken up the responsibility of martial arts in this era when the Martial Saint has passed away!"
These words had a subtle tendency to praise one and criticize the other, and neither the Martial Saint nor the Martial Arts Association was taken seriously.
Qiao Mu immediately became interested.
He didn't expect to hear the words "enter the Tao through martial arts" from the mouth of this sword ghost.
Entering Taoism through martial arts has always been just an illusory legend.
"What does it mean to enter the Tao through martial arts?" he asked.
"Those who enter the Dao through martial arts can develop a golden body of martial arts, break the limits of the human body, and become invulnerable to swords and spears, water and fire!" Sword Ghost said generously:
"The Wuji Association's influence is spread across the nine provinces of the world, but there are many low-level warriors among them who are just filling in the numbers. However, this is not the case with our Wudao League."
"Only martial artists who have mastered the art of spiritual cultivation are eligible to join the Martial Arts Alliance, and naturally all of them are top elites."
"And embarking on the path of spiritual cultivation is also one of the prerequisites for achieving the Dao through martial arts."
After Sword Ghost described the power of the "Martial Arts Alliance", he only saw the curiosity in the old man's eyes growing stronger and stronger.
However, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
He heard the old man sigh: "So you are so strong, then I will..."
"Reassured."
A cold light pierced the night sky, like a comet across the night sky.
The old man held a long spear in his hand that shot out like a dragon and pointed directly at the sword ghost's brow.
His movements were extremely fast and his strength was enormous, but what was surprising was that the spear did not make even the slightest sound of breaking through the air, as if it had merged into the air.
Qiao Mu's military spearmanship can be said to be the earliest and relatively simplest spearmanship he practiced.
Now at the age of ninety, his military spearmanship has reached perfection, the only one among all his skills and martial arts that he has perfected.
A strong instinct was giving him a warning, and the Sword Ghost had already desperately turned his head to dodge before the old man thrust out the spear.
The spear finally just grazed the sword ghost's scalp, and the burst of sharp light cut off a piece of his messy hair. A long bloody mark appeared on his scalp, and blood oozed out quickly.
"Is this the intuition of a martial artist who practices spiritual cultivation?" Qiao Mu said to himself.
Although "Martial Spirit Holy Rhino Secret" also gave him a keen intuition, it was not a true spiritual practice, so it was sometimes effective and sometimes not. It also had side effects that could be intuitively sensed by other practitioners.
The sword ghost hurriedly dodged Qiao Mu's shot, and felt a chill on his head and an intense pain.
"So fast... No, the shot that old man just fired wasn't just fast..."
His quick movements showed that the old man’s physical strength could not be weak, and he was even stronger than Jian Gui, a middle-aged third-grade warrior.
When he was full of doubt and uncertainty, he heard the old voice of the old man in front of him.
"I have always had a little doubt about what advantages the Spiritual Martial Artists have over the Power Martial Artists."
"Please use what you have learned and rely on your martial arts instincts. Let me see for myself."
Under the night sky, the bright moon shone softly on the eaves of the tiled house. The old man was obviously wrinkled and frail, but his eyes were bright, and the tip of the spear in his hand reflected a cold light in the moonlight.
"Next, I'm going to stab your left shoulder," the old man said calmly.
There was no murderous intent in his eyes, only deep curiosity.
Chapter 138 The Qiao family's hidden elder is born! (4k
The suburbs of the imperial capital under the night sky.
A swordsman's figure tiptoed and flew quickly over the eaves.
The swordsman was injured, and blood was spilling from time to time. He kept looking back, looking quite frightened.
"This imperial capital is truly a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers." He couldn't help but smile bitterly:
“The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Who would have known that in the end, the cicada almost swallowed the oriole.”
"I don't know where this vigorous old man came from. He is obviously about 90 years old..."
The swordsman was terrified.
He originally wanted to take advantage of the situation and snatch the Blood Moon Map from the Sword Ghost, but he didn't expect to destroy his brother's life. From now on, the name of "Flying Snow Double Swords" will probably only have him, the "Flying Snow Sword".