But before he could finish his words, the look of surprise on the old mortal's face disappeared, and he sighed instead.
"So that's all? Just this few people?" he sighed.
At this moment, Daoshun saw the old mortal tap his feet lightly, and his figure instantly turned into a phantom and rushed towards him.
The speed of the mortal old man was not alarmingly fast.
But he always managed to dodge sideways at the moment when the swords and spears in the hands of the Dou soldiers were about to hit him, like a dancer dancing on the tip of a knife, moving forward step by step among the swords and spears.
"This is the complete version of the Spirit Refining Stage's ability to anticipate the enemy's moves. This sensing ability is like breathing, it has become an instinct of the body."
Qiao Mu even had some leisurely thoughts in his mind, but he just followed his instincts and moved sideways from time to time, strolling leisurely in the siege.
He had no weapon in his hand, just a clenched fist.
"A stack of waves."
The thick white internal energy in his body surged and gushed out with the power of his fist.
“Permian wave.”
"Triple Wave."
The internal energy waves were overlapping, gradually like the roaring sea. The fierce wind blew away the sand and dust, and a heavy punch hit the body of the three-meter bean general in front of him.
There was a loud bang.
"Four folds----"
Qiao Mu was suddenly stunned and stood with his fists clenched.
As a result, the fierce internal energy that was surging like a tidal wave also stopped slightly.
In front of him, the only bean general had been torn into pieces and fell down. The rest of the bean soldiers had fallen behind him, and only Daoshun was left in front of him.
"So that's how it is." The old man suddenly realized:
"Controlling those bean soldiers who can crush the three hundred old soldiers in the city is already your limit?"
"That's all I can do."
He pointed his finger forward.
A burst of force shot out from the fingertips like a sharp arrow and pierced through Daoshun's eyebrows in an instant.
"Crazy---" Daoshun's face changed slightly. He just took out a talisman in his hand, but his body shook, and his eyebrows were pierced and shattered by the power of the Shattering Finger.
His body slumped to the ground.
Qiao Mu turned his head to look behind him. The remaining bean soldiers had stopped moving. He looked down at Daoshun's body, as if thinking about something.
"That's right... If the alien's body is as strong as a warrior's, then why would we practice martial arts?"
He thought about it, took a few steps forward, and picked up Daoshun's body.
On the sandy battlefield in front of the lonely city.
Captain Hai was leading three hundred veteran soldiers in a bloody battle.
Their internal energy is not as strong as Qiao Mu's. As the saying goes, a good cook cannot cook without rice. Even if they are determined to die, it is impossible for them to squander their internal energy as recklessly as Qiao Mu.
So they fought very hard in this battle, and even with high morale, it was difficult to make up the gap with their weak soldiers and generals.
When we were fighting hard.
The remaining bean soldiers suddenly stopped moving and stood stiffly in place.
Captain Hai didn't understand what was going on, so he took the opportunity to chop Dou Bing's chest and abdomen with his sword. The burst of internal energy cut Dou Bing's body in two, and then he leaned on the sword and gasped violently.
The rest of the veterans were similar. They took the opportunity to knock down the remaining bean soldiers, stood shoulder to shoulder, and looked around vigilantly.
The aliens' methods were ever-changing, and they thought this was just some new trick, so they didn't dare to slack off at all.
But when they looked around, they saw an old man walking slowly towards them from afar.
"Who are you?" Captain Hai asked vigilantly, his hand on the hilt of the knife.
There haven't been many outsiders in this desert over the years, and they had just been fighting a desperate battle with the aliens' bean soldiers, so how could they dare to approach a stranger
The old man had wrinkles all over his face and looked quite old, with long silver-white hair that reached his waist and fluttered in the wind.
This person's face is vaguely similar to Qiao Shuangsen.
But what surprised them more than the man's appearance was what the old man was holding in his hand.
He was a young Taoist wearing the robe of the Da Dao Sect, and he was held in his hand as if he was holding a dead dog.
"The Immortal Killer Army, Qiao Ruisen." The old man narrowed his eyes and threw Daoshun's body in his hand onto the sand.
"Thank you all for fighting to the death for the people of this city." He clasped his fists and said:
"I am the reinforcement."
Chapter 198 Killing a Little One
The sandy battlefield before the lonely city.
Qiao Mu reappeared carrying Daoshun's body, but this time he had another identity.
Jorissen!
The second member of the Qiao family to enter the desert after Qiao Shuangsen, and the second member of the so-called Immortal-killing Army.
The appearance of such a character naturally brought a shock to Hai Duwei and others that could not be achieved by just "Qiao Shuangsen".
"Are there really reinforcements?"
Captain Hai's hand holding the sword trembled slightly as he looked at the old man in front of him. His eyes could not help but fall on the body of Daoshun, who was wearing the Taoist robe of the Da Dao Sect, at his feet.
Defeat the Immortal Army! Defeat the Immortals with force!
This was the magnificent blueprint that Qiao Shuangsen drew in front of the soldiers and civilians in the city when he entered the isolated city!
It's so beautiful that it seems like an unrealistic dream.
Just like the little match girl, before she was dying of hunger and cold, what she saw when she lit the match was the fantasy from deep in her heart.
But Captain Hai knew that this was just an illusion, a lie he had deliberately made up.
It should be like this.
But at this moment he was shaken. He looked at the corpse at Qiumu's feet, and his thoughts were surging.
Don't even talk about killing strangers.
How many years has it been since he last saw a real alien on the battlefield
The number of old soldiers trapped in the isolated city became smaller and smaller every year, and in the end, even the true appearance of the alien could not be seen.
Occasionally, strange people would attack the city, but all they would see were Taoist soldiers like paper men and bean soldiers. Generations of soldiers would be sacrificed, and they couldn't even fight for one life with another.
And now, when he thought the isolated city was about to perish, he saw the day when his dream would come true.
The person in front of him was Qiao Ruisen, not the previous Qiao Shuangsen.
The two have different identities, so naturally it represents a very important message.
"The so-called Immortal-killing Army really has the potential to defeat the immortals with martial arts."
"Has the outside world of Jiuzhou finally mastered the method of entering this desert now, after forty years of the existence of the formation?"
It’s not that there have never been outsiders in this vast desert, it’s just that their numbers are very small.
Like the man from Wuling who accidentally entered the Peach Blossom Spring, occasionally there are people who can enter this desert.
In addition, there are a few warriors like Qiao Mu who were intentionally or unintentionally lured in by the people in the immortal sect.
But today, they saw a third type of person.
The immortal-killing army took the initiative to enter the desert from the outside world using unknown means that they have not yet understood!
"Does the Immortal-killing Army really exist?"
Captain Hai's mind was filled with Qiao Shuangsen's last words, and his emotions were fluctuating.
At this time, he was not quite sure whether the matter was true or not.
The "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" is true, and the martial arts of the Nine Provinces in the outside world have indeed made a leap forward under the heavy pressure of the immortals.
Qiao Shuangsen who had died in the battle was real, and Qiao Ruisen who was the second person to enter the desert and appeared with Daoshun's body was also real.
And the Immortal-killing Army they mentioned... .
But apart from the joy of surviving the calamity and the shock of learning about the existence of the Immortal-killing Army, when they came to their senses and looked at Qiao Ruisen in front of them, Captain Hai felt heavy in his heart.
"Mr. Qiao, Qiao Shuangsen..."
"He died in battle. I already know that this was his personal choice and has nothing to do with you." Qiao Mu's eyes were deep.
"Qiao family motto: Where the heart goes, the way will go."
"This is the path he chose, so even if he dies he can't blame anyone else."
"But a single tree cannot make a forest. Although Qiao Shuangsen is dead, there will still be successors."
"Outside the formation, there are other immortal-killing troops, and I am the second vanguard."
It has nothing to do with us
Captain Hai was silent.
He turned around and looked at the twisted body of Qiao Shuangsen lying in a pool of blood at the back of the battlefield, and then glanced at the ruined lonely city behind him.
"You two, father and son, are the outsiders, right? The affairs of this city have nothing to do with you." Captain Hai thought to himself:
"With your strength, perhaps you can also be like the exiled sword immortal and keep yourself safe."
The Exiled Swordsman is the pinnacle of forty years of martial arts.
The knights-errant used force to break the law, and martial artists often had conflicts with the imperial court. Officials viewed martial artists as lawless criminals who broke the law, and martial artists viewed officials as lackeys of the imperial court.
Although there were many martial artists who joined the army forty years ago, more martial artists just minded their own business.
And Jian Zexian was obviously one of the representative figures of the martial arts world forty years ago.
... ..
Three people came to the lonely city.
Two dead bodies and one living person.
The corpses belonged to Daoshun, a disciple of Da Dao Sect, and Qiao Shuangsen from before.
The living person is Qiao Shuangsen’s father, Qiao Ruisen.
It only took a quarter of an hour.
The news of Jorisun's arrival and his killing of the alien spread throughout the isolated city.
"The second immortal-killing army is coming!"
"The strange man from the Dao Sect is dead, and the Immortal-killing Army really killed the man from the Immortal Sect!"
"He also practices the 'Sumeru Mountain King Sutra'? Is martial arts training really useful? Is this the current progress of the Kyushu outside?"
The soldiers and civilians in the isolated city were suddenly in an uproar.
If we say that Qiao Shuangsen had entered the city and spread the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" before, he was painting a beautiful pie for the soldiers and civilians in the city.
Then when Qiao Ruisen returned after killing the alien, it really made the soldiers and civilians in the city see the possibility of realizing this pie in the sky.
"But why did only one person come in?" Someone else thought of this.
Soon an old soldier retorted: "What era is this? Are you still fighting a traditional field battle?"
"Since Qiao Shuangsen and his son are better than us old soldiers, and one man can make an army, then why can't one man make an army?"
He witnessed Qiao Shuangsen fighting to his death on the battlefield with his own eyes, and also saw his powerful strength with his own eyes, so naturally he respected him very much.
The old soldiers are all old and their energy and blood are declining.
This isolated city desperately needs a hero who can turn the tide.
Even if it is false, these old soldiers will try their best to make the soldiers and civilians in the city believe this lie, just like Captain Hai’s previous lie.