But now the martial arts world is in a state of chaos and Hai Wuya can wait no longer.
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A lonely city in the desert.
In the afternoon, inside the dilapidated Taoist temple, Qiao Mu and Jian Zexian were chatting.
During the month since entering the city, Qiao Mu preached in the military camp every morning, and in the afternoon he hung out with Jian Zexian in the Taoist temple, teaching each other martial arts.
It must be said that Jian Zexian's comprehension is extremely good, probably the only one Qiao Mu has ever seen in his life.
In just one month, he had mastered the Iron Crotch Kung Fu to a high level. He could move Qi and blood with a single thought and wield Kung Fu at an incredible speed.
Although not as good as Qiao Mu who has practiced for nearly a hundred years, his accomplishments are also quite high.
As for the "Pure Yang Wuji Gong", Jian Zexian did not keep it to himself.
"No matter how deep or shallow a martial artist's skills are, they are ultimately limited to the skills of weapons. Only if they enter the stage of refining the spirit will they be able to produce more magical powers." When Jian Zexian was explaining martial arts, he showed a bit of the demeanor of a strong man and explained the ways of refining the spirit one by one:
"To be strong both physically and mentally is the way of a warrior of our generation."
"If you enter the spiritual realm, you can try to practice the method of witnessing, which can help you defeat the enemy without fighting..."
In fact, the special martial arts that Qiao Mu can only learn after refining his spirit include not only "Eye Sword Technique", but also "Blood and Flesh Transformation".
The "Hundred Transformations of Flesh and Blood" in Qiao Mu's hand was obtained from Wu Qizhen. The essence of this skill lies in controlling one's own flesh and blood with one's mind and will, so it can generally only be truly mastered after reaching the third level of spiritual cultivation.
Before reaching the third level, all one knew were tricks like disguise and shrinking bones.
Although Wu Qizhen's "Blood and Flesh Transformation" is different and allows Qiao Mu to roughly master the method of blood and flesh transformation before reaching the third level and slightly change his appearance, he has not entered the stage of soul refining after all and cannot grasp the essence of it.
When the two were talking happily, they suddenly heard the sound of a horn coming from a distance.
"The alien is finally here?!"
"The stranger is here again."
The two looked at each other with different expressions.
"Yan Nan, are you really not going to join the battle?" Lu Yanbei glanced in the direction of the top of the city and couldn't help but ask again.
He had originally been hoping for a lucky break, but seeing that Qiao Mu had been on friendly terms with the exiled sword immortal for the past month, perhaps his thoughts had changed.
"If you don't go, what's the point?"
Jian Zexian seemed to be in low spirits and lost interest in talking all of a sudden. He just waved at Qiao Mu.
Lu Yanbei sighed slightly.
Jian Zexian has been in this city for thirty years, and no one has any expectations of him anymore... except for his brother.
But he also knew deeply that although his younger brother seemed to have many female confidantes all over the world, he was actually a heartless man who only loved him.
Only he, as an elder brother, could make his younger brother look at him seriously, but that was all.
"Mr. Lu, I'll go first." Qiao Mu beside him stood up resolutely, eager to try.
In his opinion, it doesn’t matter whether Jian Zexian goes or not.
The important thing is that he has to go.
"Urgent, urgent, urgent, I'm so anxious. There are only 300 veterans left in the city. If I get there too late, someone else will take over the job of delivering lives. What should I do?"
Qiao Mu's heart was burning with anger. He leaped up and disappeared from the spot, already far away.
Only Lu Yanbei and his brother were left in this dilapidated Taoist temple, and they were both speechless.
Chapter 194: Child, don't rush to die, let me go first (4k
The sun sets.
The wailing sound of the horn spread throughout the area.
The ancient city gate slowly rose up, and Captain Hai put on armor and led the remaining old soldiers out of the city to fight as he did in the past.
During these forty years, fighting has become a habit.
But this time, their fighting mentality was different from before.
Until then, the city is doomed.
Every soldier or civilian in the city knew that the city could not be defended. They were doomed to die and could not stop the aliens. The only difference was time.
There were no reinforcements because Dayan was no match for the aliens.
They couldn't guess why the alien only trapped them instead of attacking them forcefully.
But everyone knew: this city would be captured and they would die. There was no other possibility.
The desperate fight of the remaining Yan army was nothing more than a desperate resistance.
It is admirable that the old soldiers have fought for forty years knowing that they will die, but they are just like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
But the lies of Captain Hai and Qiao Mu brought false hope to this city and this isolated army.
But just as they were marching out of the city with high morale, they discovered that the enemy troops rushing towards them from afar were different from before.
This is a team of two-meter-tall soybean soldiers, fully armed and equipped with sharp weapons, but their bodies are round, upright and tall, a full two meters tall.
Every step left a deep footprint in the sand, no longer the light and fluttering posture of the paper soldiers before.
There are only fifty bean soldiers, led by a three-meter-tall bean general, a total of fifty-one people.
Compared with the previous 300 paper soldiers, their number is much smaller, but the invisible sense of oppression is even greater.
Captain Hai's eyes fixed, and his sharp intuition made him immediately sense the danger like a thorn in his back.
Before the two sides engaged in battle, he already had a vague understanding in his heart that today's enemy was different from the past.
"This city may not be able to be defended today." This thought flashed through Captain Hai's mind at this moment.
He did not feel sad or scared, but only a little comfort in his heart:
"Fortunately, I had agreed with Qiao Shuangsen to deceive the old and young in the city with lies. This month is enough for the old and young in the city to quench their thirst."
The news of an old soldier who had crossed the desert and the coming of the Great Yan Immortal Army were enough to wipe out the city's old ills, making the entire isolated city prosperous over the past month, something it had not seen in forty years.
The news was fake, but it truly brought hope to this isolated city.
That's enough.
The fact that this remnant army was able to survive in the desert for forty years without any reinforcements is already a miracle worthy of being recorded in history.
Forty years is already half of their lives, and now their journey is coming to an end.
Captain Hai no longer had any fear, all he had was a sense of relief.
"Attack!" He shouted angrily, holding the spear in his hand.
As the sun sets, the hot wind from the desert blows the yellow sand, bringing a strong sense of warmth to your face.
Three hundred veteran soldiers drew their swords and knives, their blades and armor reflected the cold light under the sunlight, and their white beards under their helmets trembled in the wind.
As the main commander, Captain Hai led the charge and stabbed a two-meter-tall soldier in the waist and abdomen with a spear.
The sharp spear light pierced through the air, passed through the gaps in the tall bean soldier's armor, and penetrated deeply into the soldier's waist and abdomen.
There was no blood flowing from the bean soldier's wound. It was obvious that this was another kind of Taoist soldier without blood or tears, not a real person.
If a real person had received this kind of wound, he would have been seriously injured, and if it had been a paper soldier, he would have basically died. However, this tall bean soldier seemed to be fine, and his body just paused and trembled slightly.
Captain Hai suddenly realized something and his face changed slightly. The next moment he threw away the spear in his hand and dodged the giant knife in Dou Bing's hand.
With a loud bang, the sand under his feet shook and trembled, and the yellow sand exploded to form a narrow gully of two or three meters.
"They are heavier, stronger, and thicker than paper soldiers..."
Captain Hai stepped back a few steps, and the sword from his waist appeared in the hand of the stranger. Only the sound of wind could be heard behind his ears.
Looking back, he saw that the line formed by 300 old soldiers was easily torn apart by the extremely powerful bean soldiers. The giant soldiers in their hands could sweep across and knock the old soldiers in the city, including their weapons, flying seven or eight meters away.
If you touch it, you will die. If you get close to it, you will be injured.
They have rich experience in fighting paper soldiers, but they have no experience in fighting against the kind of super-powerful bean soldiers in front of them.
"There are no aliens, only lifeless magic soldiers? As the last enemy, although it is a bit disadvantageous, we have no choice."
Captain Hai raised his sword and looked around, all he saw was a vast expanse of yellow sand. Where was the trace of any strange person
There were endless paper soldiers to kill, and there were occasional magic tricks that could turn beans into soldiers, but he hadn't seen a living alien for many years...
Captain Hai charged into the enemy camp with a knife in hand, climbed onto the shoulder of a tall soybean soldier, grabbed the soldier's neck with one hand, and with the other hand, he swung the knife with a sharp flash, tearing the soldier's neck.
Gao Doubing's body trembled slightly, and Captain Hai heard a sharp sound of wind breaking through the air behind his ears, which made him sweat on his back.
He didn't have time to look back. He only felt a tremendous force coming from behind him. The strong wind that just brushed past his shoulders blew him away.
Looking up, he saw a three-meter-tall soybean general holding a huge hammer in his hand, looking at him expressionlessly, and under his feet was a broken body of a tall soybean soldier.
The two looked into each other's eyes, and although it was obvious that the other person was not a real person, Captain Hai's hair stood on end again, and he sensed a strong sense of threat.
"Just a strong wind passing by can knock me over... I am invincible..."
"It's a pity that in this final battle when the city was broken, we didn't see the alien hiding behind the scenes..."
He clenched the sword in his hand, knowing that his end was near, and his mind could not help but recall the ups and downs of memories.
Hai Siyuan was not a general, but only a sixth-rank captain, and he had barely survived until now.
Among the 100,000 troops in the past, there were many elders who had higher ranks than him, stronger martial arts skills, and more experience than him.
But almost all of them were dead, and those who were still alive were too old and weak to go to the battlefield. Only he, the former sixth-rank captain, was left to take the lead.
The old military generals in the past may have deeper feelings, or a better understanding of justice, deeper ideas and firmer will.
But he didn't. He was just a sixth-rank captain, just a "young successor" who took over the torch from his predecessors.
And he should have died long ago.
"Old generals in the army used to say that if the aliens besieged the isolated city but did not kill them, it would be like a cat playing with a mouse."
"The old general said that the aliens regard us humans as ants, but we are just ordinary people, but we also have the integrity of the human race."
"Predecessors have braved the national crisis one after another, and we, the later generations, dare not let them bring shame!"
"If the city is breached today, we will all die."
Captain Hai glared and roared. This was his final mobilization as a captain.
He and a group of veteran soldiers raised their swords high, their fighting spirit soaring to the sky, preparing for the last battle of their lives.
And at this moment.
A blood-red light streaked across the sky like a meteor. The violent sound of it breaking through the air even made the veteran soldiers who had been on many battlefields look sideways.
It turned out to be a long spear wrapped in blood-red aura. The tip of the spear pierced through the bodies of several tall soybean soldiers like a bamboo breaking through a bamboo pole. The remaining force was still there and it was stuck on the sand dune in the distance. The spear shaft was still shaking slightly.
"Young man, don't rush to die." An old man who looked older than these old soldiers in the lonely city walked over with deep eyes:
"Let me go first!"
When he appeared, these tall and big soldiers seemed to be aware of something. Their green bean-sized eyes turned and they all looked at the tree, as if they were all attracted by him.
"The real boss is here..." On the barren hillside a few miles away, the monk Daoshun was looking at this place from afar.
"Mr. Qiao?" Captain Hai was obviously stunned and briefly stunned.
The atmosphere was so tense and he was ready to die, but he was almost ruined by Qiao Mu's word "young man".
Qiao Mu joked, "Kids, you are only about half my age. For something as important as this, you should give way to an old man like me!"
"Children, reinforcements are coming, don't rush to die!"
Now that he is here, he will naturally stand at the forefront of the battlefield.
He had said before that he would not let others rush to give away their heads in front of him.
He stood in the wind, his clothes rustling, and a surge of energy like a wave flowed out of his body.
The energy first appeared pale white, and then quickly took on a thick, indissoluble blood color.
"The demon disintegrates!"
As the demon disintegrated, his powerful internal energy burst out several times again. The whole body's energy suddenly burst out, visible to the naked eye, like blood-colored waves surging out in waves.
He stomped his feet heavily, leaving deep footprints on the sand, and his body disappeared like the wind.