"General Li Changge is also a first-class warrior. He is actually older than the Martial Saint, but his strength and reputation are slightly inferior. Although he is not as dazzling as the Martial Saint, he is also a rising martial arts star in the Great Yan court."
"And this 'Lingxi Jue' is said to have been created by General Li when he was young."
"Forty or fifty years ago, although the immortal sect did not appear in the world to interfere in government affairs, Jiuzhou was not very peaceful. Monsters often caused trouble in various parts of Jiuzhou, and even launched beast tides to flood county towns..."
"Li Changge joined the army when he was young, and often led the army to suppress monsters. As a result, the couple often lived apart and were rarely together."
"Mrs. Bai was just a low-ranking warrior at the time, and her martial arts skills were actually far inferior to General Li's."
"And this 'Spiritual Insight Technique' was specially created by General Li. It means 'even though we don't have the wings of a phoenix to fly together, our hearts are connected by a single thought'. It allows a couple to sense each other's thoughts and keep each other company even if they are separated by distance."
"Although the current 'Spiritual Secret Technique' is a mysterious secret technique that can be practiced by low-level warriors, it is actually very different from the later 'Martial Spiritual Secret Technique'. The only practitioners are General Li Changge and his wife."
"Although the couple's deeds have become a legend, the secret method of 'Spiritual Secret' has not been passed down to the world, so its influence is limited."
"Until the alien war, the 100,000 elite soldiers of Great Yan were wiped out. It is said that when the Martial Saint left the desert, he had already mastered the "Spiritual Resonance Technique."
"Many years later, a female spiritual warrior appeared in Zhongzhou. She volunteered to guard Anxi Pass. It has been twenty years since then..."
Although the Martial Saint is strong, his martial arts are also based on the shoulders of his predecessors.
However, the "Lingxi Jue" that was once passed down as a legend of harmony between husband and wife later became the "Wu Shengling Xi Jue" that the Martial Saint absorbed to cultivate his spirit and become a martial artist. This was probably something that General Li would never have thought of at the time.
"It sounds like the Lingxi Jue is the private secret skill of Li Changge and his wife, so how did it fall into the hands of the Martial Saint?" Qiao Mu was suspicious.
There was a third person's number in the couple's private phone, which sounded strange.
Especially later, the practitioners of "Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue" spread all over Jiuzhou, and it has become a means for Wu Jihui to select talents.
"That is unknown." Clairvoyance said slowly:
“Although Tingchao Tower has many eyes and ears, this past event from forty years ago has long been lost in the desert.”
"Since all 100,000 soldiers have been annihilated, the only person who knew about this is the Martial Saint."
"Unfortunately, when the Martial Saint was alive, he was very secretive about the past events of the Alien War, and we at Tingchao Tower were unable to find out."
"Now that even the Martial Saint is dead, the only one who knows about this past event is the Great Yan Army in the underworld, right?"
The Clairvoyant shook his head and smiled bitterly.
But halfway through the smile, it gradually froze.
With the help of the boundary-breaking talisman, he, like Qiao Mu, crossed the illusion formation of the immortal gate and saw the true face of the desert.
The setting sun is blood-red and crows are flying in the evening.
As far as the eye can see, deep in the desert, a ruined old city stands alone.
The walls of the old city are in ruins, uneven in height and full of gaps. The plaque on the city gate is already blurred, and only the word "An" can be vaguely made out.
The army of ghost soldiers that Qiumu was tracking continued to move forward, and their target was obviously the towering isolated city in front of them.
"It's the ruins of Anxi City... Although the city looks dilapidated, it's still relatively intact. Is there anyone still in the city? Could it be a traveler who disappeared in the desert in the past?"
Clairvoyance had never considered the possibility that some remnants of the 100,000 elite troops back then might still be fighting to this day; he was just surprised.
But Qiao Mu felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
Daozhen's words seem to be true
Are there really soldiers in this world who can defend an isolated city for forty years
Thinking of this, he subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the boundary-breaking talisman in his hand.
When he saw the lonely city, the talisman paper in his hand had already burned out, turning into ashes and blown away by the wind.
Daozhen's boundary-breaking talisman was only responsible for bringing him to this lonely city in the desert, but it did not point out the way out.
The wind blew, and the army of ghost soldiers floated in the wind as if they had no weight, as if they were going to ride the wind to rush up the city wall.
"It turns out that this is not a mortal army..." Qiao Mu was about to step forward when he suddenly heard the sound of a wailing horn.
In the twilight, the sound of a wailing horn came from the city wall, low and loud, spreading far away.
Next, he saw the gate of the old city burst open, and teams of soldiers rushed out and headed straight for the army of ghosts.
For some unknown reason, the army defending the city did not hold the city to the death, but gave up the advantage of the city walls and fought with the army of ghosts outside the city.
Chapter 178: The Old Soldiers in the Lonely City (4k
The sound of the horn was like a cry, desolate and low, echoing in the desert.
The army from the old city rushed out of the city and fought with the ghost soldiers outside the city wall.
This army was also very silent. For a while, the only sounds on the battlefield were the dense footsteps and the sound of armor rubbing against each other.
Qiao Mu stood on the sand dune and looked into the distance, carefully identifying the soldiers rushing out of the city, but found that these soldiers were clearly old soldiers with pale hair and wrinkles on their faces.
The soldiers were obviously veterans who had fought on the battlefield for many years. Their movements of wielding swords and guns were crisp and neat, without many unnecessary movements. They also seemed to cooperate very well, just like a group of silent battlefield machines.
Qiao Mu's military spearmanship was extremely advanced and had already been perfected. It was natural to see that these soldiers' battlefield spearmanship and swordsmanship were the result of years of training and their attainments were not shallow.
They seldom talked to each other, there were no passionate slogans or shouting, they just fought silently under the sunset.
Fighting on the battlefield is a dangerous thing after all, as one has to walk on the edge of a knife. Death can occur at any time. It is normal for people to feel nervous and fearful on the battlefield, but the reactions of these old soldiers were very calm.
"Are there really any remnants of the army that have survived to this day..."
Qiao Mu was silent for a moment, finding it a little difficult to understand, and turned his attention to the army of ghost soldiers.
The soldiers who rushed out of the old city were unusual, and this army of ghost soldiers was even more unusual.
They seemed to be weightless, and their bodies would float in the air with the strong wind in the desert. They appeared to be quite flexible, not like living people.
The army of ghost soldiers with faces as pale as paper marched in unison. They seemed to be an army that had been through many battles. Their movements of charging with guns were surprisingly uniform, and hundreds of people made almost the same movements. However, even when charging, there was no expression on their faces, and no anger.
drink!
An old soldier from Dayan shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand flashed with energy, cutting a ghost soldier with a face as pale as paper who was blocking his way into two pieces.
But the following changes made Qiao Mu, who was watching from afar on the sand dunes, feel slightly shocked.
There was no blood flowing out of the wound of the ghost soldier who was cut into two pieces, but his whole body suddenly became flat and thin, and then in the strong wind, it turned into two pieces of paper-thin body, floating on the ground... ..
No, it's not as thin as paper, this is a paper man.
Although they are paper figures, the weapons in their hands are as sharp as weapons made of gold and iron.
In the battle outside the isolated city, paper guns and swords stabbed into the old soldiers' bodies, leaving bloody holes. They were quite sharp.
The old soldiers of Dayan who walked out of the old city also began to lose their heads. Several of them had their heads chopped off by the paper knife, and their heads and bodies were separated. Their blood dyed the yellow sand red.
The leading veteran growled, and the halberd in his hand created a circle of invisible energy in the air, stirring up a sky full of yellow sand and tearing several paper soldiers around him in half.
The other veterans were also filled with righteous indignation. They followed the old general and tore a gap in the paper man army's line.
"Are the people walking out of the old city really alive? How could there be living people? Is this a mirage in the desert?"
The three eyes of the storyteller's clairvoyance were glazed over, and he could hardly comprehend what he was seeing.
Qiao Mu's gaze narrowed slightly and fell on the army of paper men.
"It looks like a paper man?"
The Paper Man Technique is a Taoist magic. He had seen the other party display it when he was fighting with Wu Qingxin, the Holy Maiden of Xuantian Sect.
So the so-called ghost soldiers passing through the desert are actually paper figures controlled by some immortal cultivator
Qiao Mu did not wait for the clairvoyant beside him who was stunned by the battlefield. He tapped his toes lightly, performed light skills, and swept across the sand dunes like an eagle flying over the water.
His martial arts skills were very good and he made almost no sound.
The paper soldiers didn't have eyes on their backs, and for a moment they didn't notice the rapid approach of Qiumu behind them.
But there was no shelter in the desert, and the veterans who walked out of the isolated city immediately found Qiao Mu's trace.
However, there was not much excitement or excitement on their faces; they just exchanged glances.
"I haven't seen anyone from Da Yan for many years..."
"Another martial arts master? Unfortunately, no matter how high a person's martial arts skills are, it is difficult to change the overall situation... After all, we are isolated and helpless." Someone in the battle formation whispered, and then quickly continued to fight on the battlefield.
At this time, Qiao Mu had already skillfully taken out the two short guns hidden on his back, and with a twist, a long gun appeared in his hand.
He rushed straight towards the back and belly of the paper man army from behind, his body as big as an eagle and his spear as fast as a dragon.
Qiao Mu was over a hundred years old at this time. The strong internal strength accumulated over nearly a hundred years burst out, and the spear in his hand was almost invincible.
A slight tap of the spear was enough to pierce a big hole in the paper soldier's body, and then he fell to the ground without a sound and turned into thin paper.
The paper man army reacted quickly. They separated a small number of soldiers and turned around to surround Qiao Mu. The sound of bowstrings continued, and sharp arrows made of white paper flew through the air.
And Qiao Mu also moves quickly.
He held the spear in both hands and spun it rapidly in front of him, waving the spear like the wind. There was a constant clanging sound, and arrows were knocked away by his spear.
When Qiao Mu first debuted, he was hit by three arrows while using a spear to block arrows. But now his military spear skills have been perfected. When he swings the spear in his hand, even water cannot penetrate it and there is no flaw.
"Fighting with this lifeless thing... is not good enough."
"It's not worth dying like this!" Qiao Mu looked deeply at the old soldiers in front of him, and a sharp energy burst out from the tip of his spear. Facing the siege of the paper man army on the battlefield, he killed his way in and out seven times alone.
The old soldiers who walked out of the isolated city did not initially pay much attention to the tall trees that rushed out of the desert.
When he displayed his martial arts skills and broke through the paper man line with unstoppable force, they were surprised but not too excited.
After all, they have seen the world.
Mere strength cannot shock these veteran soldiers who have been through many battles.
After all, they were led by the great general Wu Shengren of the Great Yan court, and their former enemies were the nine great immortal sects...
No matter how powerful the martial arts master is, it would not be enough to shock and excite them.
But at this moment they were moved. They were experienced in many battles and almost lost their minds on the battlefield.
Because of the spear skills displayed by this old man who was older than them on the battlefield.
Military spearmanship is not considered advanced spearmanship. It does not have complicated and exquisite changes in moves. Compared with the various advanced spearmanship in the martial arts world, it does seem crude and can only be regarded as basic spearmanship.
But Qiao Mu's military spear skills were obviously very advanced. When he wielded the spear, water could not penetrate it and there was no flaw at all.
To master any martial arts technique to a high level, one needs ten years of hard training, day after day, and a lot of sweat and blood.
And this old man who appeared from outside the desert has mastered the military gun technique to perfection
"Is he a soldier of Dayan?"
Such a thought flashed through the minds of the old soldiers, and the hands holding their weapons trembled slightly.
After being trapped in an isolated city for forty years, soldiers from the Great Yan finally arrived
The leading veteran looked in the direction where Qiao Mu came from, and only saw a middle-aged man standing on the sand dune. He did not see any other soldiers besides Qiao Mu, and felt a little disappointed.
But they hadn't seen the foreign soldiers for a long time, and their minds were still in turmoil.
And at this moment.
Qiao Mu raised his gun and pierced the last paper soldier's head, making a hole.
He took a few breaths and looked down at the long and narrow wound on his waist and abdomen.
Although he has practiced martial arts for a hundred years and has profound skills, his body is still flesh and blood.
The paper man's weapon was very sharp, not inferior to weapons made of gold and iron. It easily cut his waist and abdomen, and blood gushed out.
No matter how well you practice your martial arts, you are still a human body of flesh and blood, and it is difficult to block a sharp weapon.
Behind Qiao Mu, the storyteller Qianliyan walked slowly towards him.
After the initial shock, he had gradually come to his senses. His eyes swept across the defenders of the isolated city and finally fell on the bodies of the soldiers.
The third eye between his eyebrows quietly opened, and at this moment he saw a soul light ball invisible to the naked eye escaping from the body.
As soon as the soul escaped, it seemed to be pulled by some force and sank into the yellow sand beneath its feet, disappearing without a trace.
The clairvoyant narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something, and glanced in a certain direction calmly.
...
On a dirt hill a few miles away, two cultivators in Taoist robes were looking down at the sand table in front of them.
Hundreds of little paper figures on the sand table had all stopped moving and were gradually breaking into pieces.
"Brother Daoshun, this time, you lost the bet." A Taoist smiled and looked at the tall Taoist next to him: