Just as I was feeling emotional, a voice suddenly came to my ears.
"What's the mantis catching the cicada? Who is the mantis? And who is the 90-year-old man?"
The swordsman was so frightened that he almost broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly turned his head and saw a burly man in black clothes with a black robe and cloak on his shoulders, who was performing Qinggong with him and running on the roof.
The strangest thing was that the black-robed man's speed was neither fast nor slow, just the same as him, and after saying this, he was still calm and composed, without even a breath.
"After the Yellow Bird, there is actually a boy holding a slingshot?"
The swordsman "Feixuedao" didn't dare to answer. He was extremely frightened. He turned around and changed direction. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to use "Blood Shadow Skill" to continue fleeing.
"You haven't answered my question yet." The man in black robe said lightly. The two were less than half a meter apart and were almost moving forward at the same pace. No matter how fast the Feixue Knife ran, it couldn't distance them at all.
You have to know that the strength of a martial artist who cultivates spirits lies in his mind, so even a martial artist who cultivates spirits and swordsman ghost may not be much better than Feixue Dao in terms of lightness skills.
The Feixue Knife used a secret burst method, and its speed increased by thirty to forty percent compared to usual. Even the Sword Ghost could not catch up with it. But now the black-robed man seemed to be able to handle it with ease.
Feixuedao looked at the man in black robe and suddenly remembered something. He immediately felt hopeless and stopped in his tracks.
"It turns out that he is the world's number one detective, Lord Wayne, who is the best in lightness skills. I am doomed this time."
He said dejectedly.
But I felt quite resentful in my heart.
Whether it is Sword Ghost or a spiritual warrior like Wayne, fighting no longer relies solely on fists and feet, the confrontation of the mind is also very important.
Wayne deliberately used his lightness skills to hang him by the thread. It was obvious that he did not intend to show off in front of others, but to break his mind. It was a strategy to attack his heart.
I have to say that this strategy of attacking the heart is very effective.
Because Wayne is extraordinary, not only is he the best in the world in terms of lightness skills, he is also one of the few first-class warriors in the Great Yan court!
A man's reputation is like the shadow of a tree.
A sword ghost who had reached the third level of spirit cultivation made Feixue Dao almost defenseless, let alone Wayne who had reached the first level of spirit cultivation
I can’t fight back and I can’t run away, what else can I do
After recognizing Wayne, Feixuedao immediately gave up the idea of becoming an enemy of him.
"You recognize me? Then let's talk nicely." Wayne raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold smile.
"There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the imperial capital? Don't you realize where you are? How dare you run wildly across the eaves and walls in the night?"
These two Feixue swords are actually wanted criminals of the Great Yan court.
This is not the first time that he has committed murder and robbery.
And running wildly around the suburbs today didn't seem to do anything good.
"Tell me, what happened." Wayne looked directly into Feixuedao's eyes. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, as if he wanted to pierce through his heart and dig out all the dirty things hidden in his heart.
As the world's number one detective, Wayne's method of witnessing things is much more advanced than Sword Ghost's.
"It was the Sword Ghost. The Sword Ghost attacked an old man selling paintings..."
Under the oppression of the witnessing technique, the strong pressure caused Feixuedao to quickly break down mentally and reveal his true feelings, while Wayne also fell into deep thought.
"A ninety-year-old man is suspected of suppressing a third-grade martial artist sword ghost?"
Wayne is well-informed.
So he knew how outrageous this matter was.
It is rare for a person to live to be seventy, and it is even rarer to be ninety.
But the rarest thing is a ninety-year-old man with superb martial arts skills who can even suppress a third-rank warrior.
After the famous Lu Yanbei defeated a second-rank warrior in the court with a wooden sword, Lu Yanbei's name and deeds almost spread throughout the nine provinces.
And now there is another strong old man in his 90s who has appeared out of nowhere? I think it won't be much different, it will definitely cause a stir in the imperial capital!
Wait... An old man who is extremely old and has profound martial arts skills.
Does this sound strangely familiar
Wayne frowned, and he suddenly remembered the bragging he heard Qiao Zhong say when he was interrogating him.
Qiao Zhong is actually a sixty-year-old man. Under Wayne's guidance, he made up a legend of Utopia.
Qiao Zhong once said that there are many hidden elders in the Qiao family who are stronger than him...
The old man mentioned by the swordsman was able to suppress the third-grade sword ghost when he was ninety years old and his blood and qi were weak. If he was in his prime, I wonder what kind of monster he would be...
"Could it be that the reclusive elder of the Qiao family has appeared?" This thought flashed through Wayne's mind, and he immediately burst into laughter:
"Wait a minute, didn't I help Qiao Zhong make up the story of the Qiao family's reclusive elder? How come even I believe it?"
He smiled self-deprecatingly, put the idea behind him, and then forced Feixuedao to lead the way in the direction of Qiaomu.
anyway.
Lianshenwushenjiangui robbed treasures at night. As a detective, he couldn't just ignore such things.
Wayne held the Feixue Knife in one hand and swooped across like a big bird.
The Feixue Knife only made a violent sound beside his ears, and in the blink of an eye it had already flown a long distance, which made him feel terrified.
But after a moment, they heard the faint sound of fighting coming from the front.
But when they looked in the direction of the sound, what they saw was something that even these experienced people had not expected. This was not the serious fight they had imagined...
at this time.
The sword ghost was already covered in wounds, with several bloody holes pierced through his chest and shoulders. Blood was gushing out of his body, he was gasping for breath, and his face was filled with fatigue that he couldn't hide.
The old man was standing two steps in front of the Sword Ghost, confronting him.
"Are you ready?" the old man said calmly:
"Next, I'm going to hit you on the left side of your cheek."
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand trembled, and the gun barrel trembled slightly and turned into an afterimage, which quickly whipped towards the sword ghost's cheek.
The sword ghost's pupils suddenly shrank, and he tried to duck before Qiao Mu made a move.
Intuitively, he seemed to "see" the trajectory of the spear swinging in the air and felt a strong sense of threat on his left cheek.
He bit his tongue and ducked away as quickly as possible.
But the spear in the old man's hand also changed its move, from sweeping horizontally to slashing diagonally, and the speed was still extremely fast.
"I clearly sensed the trajectory of the spear, but I couldn't dodge it no matter what!"
The Sword Demon felt an unconcealable feeling of powerlessness in his heart. His pupils suddenly shrank, but he could only watch the shaft of the spear rapidly grow larger in his field of vision!
There was a snapping sound.
The sword ghost was blown two or three meters sideways by the gun, several of his teeth were broken, and he fell from the air with a mouthful of blood.
"Left shoulder." The old man did not stop. He swept forward and stopped one meter in front of the Sword Ghost.
The spear quickly pointed at the sword ghost's left shoulder, making a bloody hole.
"Right arm." The gun shot out like a dragon, piercing the sword ghost's right arm.
"Left thigh."
"The left side of the waist."
"Right calf." The old man seemed very polite and did not rush to attack.
Before every move, you must shout in advance.
If he hadn't really stabbed a few bloody holes in the sword ghost's body, this scene would have been just like a martial arts master instructing his apprentice in martial arts and testing his apprentice's dodging skills!
"What... is this doing?"
When the swordsman Feixue Dao first saw it, he felt confused. But after watching the battle carefully, he felt happy.
This sword ghost had killed his brother. Before that, he relied on his keen intuition to be quite high-profile in front of their Feixue twin swords and avoided their combined attack without any injury.
Now in front of the old man, it was just like a martial arts master teaching a student. The latter tried his best to avoid but had no power to resist.
But the closer I looked, the more creepy I felt.
Although it was gratifying to see the Sword Ghost defeated, their flying snow swords were also used against the old man selling paintings. Now they had provoked such a terrible enemy...
"What rank is this old man?" He couldn't help but turn his head and ask Wayne next to him.
Wayne is a first-class martial artist with a wide range of knowledge. With his keen eyesight, he should be able to tell the true strength of this old man.
"What grade? This has nothing to do with grade."
Wayne stared at Qiumu's face.
After he turned ninety, Qiao Mu had mastered Wu Qizhen's "Blood and Flesh Transformation" to a certain extent, and it was no longer just a makeup technique.
Qiao Mu, who appeared today, did not wear any makeup or disguise himself, but instead used "Blood Flesh and Blood" to slightly adjust his appearance.
This means that the 90-year-old Qiao Shuanglin and the 60-year-old Qiao Zhong are 40% similar in appearance.
"Could it be that he is really the elder of the Qiao family?" The detective Wayne was shocked and even had self-doubt:
"Could it be that what Qiao Zhong said that day was not a lie? Is there really an elder in the Qiao family who is older than him and has better martial arts skills?"
While Wayne was thinking, the situation on the field changed.
"That's enough! How long are you going to humiliate me?"
The sword ghost's eyes were bloodshot and he shouted:
"Old man, your body is very strong and your spear speed is extremely fast. Obviously, you have exceeded the limit of a fourth-grade warrior, right?"
"You are so old, but you have such a strange body. I think you are related to those who enter Taoism through martial arts. Maybe it's because of the flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple tonight. Family members don't recognize each other..."
Trying to get close to him again... Qiao Mu's eyes were cold, and the spear in his hand stayed on the sword ghost's throat without stabbing it in.
Through the test just now, he also understood the strength of the third-grade spiritual warrior.
This keen intuition is indeed very useful, allowing a third-grade spirit-refining warrior to gain an advantage when dealing with a fourth-grade warrior.
But... .the speed is still a bit slow.
"You said that I, Qiao Shuanglin, am related to those who enter Taoism through martial arts? Why do you ask that?" Qiao Mu asked with a smile.
He revealed his name deliberately.
"Anyone who enters Taoism through martial arts will have an extremely strong body that is inhuman..." The sword ghost recalled, his face full of longing.
"Wait a minute, I remember you said before that if you want to achieve the Dao through martial arts, the prerequisite is to step into the path of spiritual cultivation?" Qiao Mu frowned and asked:
"First, cultivate the spirit, then the body?"
"That's right. The Golden Body Technique practiced by those who enter the Dao through martial arts is divided into three realms: bronze skin, iron bones, and golden body..." The Sword Ghost knew that the situation was critical, and without waiting for Qiao Mu to interrogate him, he took the initiative to explain:
"It is said that the physical strength of a Taoist practitioner is closely related to the level of his Spirit Refining. A third-grade Spirit Refining warrior like me can only achieve the Bronze Skin Realm at best---"
Having said this, the sword ghost suddenly showed an expression of extreme fear on his face.
His eyes opened wide in extreme horror, then slowly turned into a look of confusion, and finally lost focus, his pupils began to dilate, and he fell to the ground.
He died unexpectedly.
"Halfway through, how could he die so suddenly? I haven't even had time to interrogate the Blood Sun Diagram..."
Qiao Mu thought that this Blood Sun Map was most likely in the hands of the Wanjia Chamber of Commerce... But that was not important. What he cared more about was the so-called entering the Tao through martial arts.
It was obvious that Sword Ghost’s death could not have been caused by sudden death or a sudden illness, but rather by the half-sentences he said.
"Poison? Life and death talisman? Poison? Or a forbidden spell from the immortal way?" Many thoughts flashed through Qiao Mu's mind.
Whether it is martial arts or immortality, there are many ways to control people, but the immortal magic is more advanced and less traceable.
The sudden death of Sword Ghost added a touch of mystery to the so-called "entering Taoism through martial arts".
"Is he dead..." Qiao Mu suddenly turned his head and looked at Wayne and the other man who were secretly watching from a distance.
He had already noticed the two people's spying, but he didn't care, and even hoped that someone would watch.
The more people witness him crushing the Sword Demon, the more famous he will become.
"A lackey of the imperial court?" He looked at Wayne from afar and sneered:
"You didn't come when the Sword Ghost was trying to steal my Blood Moon Map, but you came at this time. Do you want to take advantage of it? Come on if you want. I'll take on as many people as you can!"
"There is absolutely no coward in my Qiao family who is afraid of death!"