“So, that’s my answer.”
Qiao Mu opened his eyes and continued talking to himself.
However, none of the twenty bronze-bodied Taoist soldiers who were besieging him dared to step forward. They just looked at each other, waiting for someone to take the lead.
"Did you hear that..." He finally opened his eyes:
This is the voice that has been echoing in my heart for the past eighty years. "
The moment my eyes opened.
It was as if a sword was drawn from a box, and wherever his eyes were looking, an illusory sword light flashed in the void as if it were real.
The twenty bronze-bodied Taoist soldiers in front of him were all shocked, as if someone had stabbed them in the head. They felt dizzy and almost dropped the weapons in their hands.
When they were dizzy and filled with fear and anger, they noticed that the wind suddenly blew in the street.
This is a violent and gusty wind.
The strong wind blew from the direction where Qiao Mu was standing, causing the robes wrapped around the many bronze-bodied generals to rustle.
Look up.
The white-haired man standing in the middle of the road was seen emitting a strong inner energy like the tide of the ocean, which spread outwards in waves.
"Just the internal energy radiating from the inside out can have such power? Li Gongde and Xing Xuanshi in the dark were shocked: "Such a powerful internal energy is actually much greater than that of the two brothers Qiao Shui and Qiao Wei... No, this is not the point."
"The point is that he actually has internal energy? He is not a Taoist soldier, but a real martial artist?"
At this moment, even Li Gongde, a cultivator, was stunned.
The bodies of Taoist soldiers such as Tielang and Luohan are no longer pure flesh and blood.
It is precisely because the so-called "Golden Body Secret" has caused such a great transformation that even the meridians in the body no longer exist, that the whole body can be transformed into copper skin and iron bones.
But Qiao Mu's situation is completely different from those Taoist soldiers who practice the "Golden Body Technique".
"It's not that he doesn't have internal energy... but he doesn't need to use internal energy. He can take off the head of the bronze-skinned Taoist soldier with physical strength alone?" Li Gongde's mind was racing. It was not until this moment that he understood what the scene just now meant.
"You used your flesh and blood to tear apart the copper-skinned Taoist soldier made of cloud-patterned mountain copper, a material of the immortal way, with your strength alone?"
He unconsciously looked up at Qiao Mu, his heart filled with shock.
He saw that Qiao Mu, whose long snow-white hair almost reached the ground, unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth as he was enveloped by a heavy energy force like a tidal wave.
It was the first time that there was any expression on his face since he woke up from his dream and reappeared in Daqin City.
It was a faint smile.
"So, this is my answer." His eyes, as deep as the abyss, were staring at the King of Qin behind the crowd, and his gaze was as sharp as a sword.
"You are talking to yourself, what a madman!" The King of Qin retorted sharply. His eyes were bright and his mind was quite strong. He did not show any weakness at all.
Qiao Mu did not answer, but just stomped his feet hard.
The long street in Caishikou shook slightly, and then a small pit collapsed, and his figure shot out like lightning.
"Qiao was born with an open mind. Since his thoughts are clear, why should he regret?"
"Even if I die, I will never regret it!"
Amidst the violent whistling sound of the air, Qiao Mu's body shot through the air like a sharp arrow, and the surging internal energy that enveloped his entire body changed again, turning into a scarlet blood color:
"The demon disintegrates!"
The twenty burly and bronze-skinned generals had just suffered a mental shock. At this moment, their faces were pale and their formation was in disarray. They could only let their shadows pass by.
Only the King of Qin's gaze remained firm:
"The Blazing Fire Gold is taken from the long river of flames at the center of the earth. It takes thousands of years to be nurtured and formed. It is then tempered by the true fire of the immortal of the Dao Sect for 49 days before it becomes pure gold."
"How can the flesh and blood of a mortal warrior defeat the iron and steel of an immortal?"
At this moment, he did not avoid or give way, but took a deep breath and clenched his fist.
The fist pierced through the air with a loud bang, and after intense friction with the air, it quickly heated up and turned red, like a raging flame.
Fist against fist!
Since this warrior is stupid enough to fight him head-on with his physical body, then he will naturally fight him!
The King of Qin was not confident in himself, but in the methods of the Dao Sect and the Dao of Immortality.
There was a loud bang in the wind, and he only felt an overwhelming force hitting his fist. The fist made of blazing fire gold made a crisp crackling sound, and even the wrist bent backwards, hitting his chest like a sledgehammer.
The King of Qin was stunned for a moment, and the next moment his chest collapsed, leaving a hole in front of him.
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There was a loud bang.
The strong wind blew up a circle of smoke and dust, sweeping in all directions.
The King of Qin looked down at the hole in his chest and staggered unconsciously.
He is different from other Taoist soldiers like Arhat. He has completely transformed into a golden body and is indestructible.
There was no blood flowing out of the hole in the chest, and there was no flesh or internal organs.
This would undoubtedly be a fatal injury for an ordinary person, and even for the King of Qin, such an injury was already extremely serious for him.
What is more serious than the injury on the chest is actually the huge blow to the mind.
The King of Qin had an extremely firm mind.
As early as twenty years ago, when he was still the lord of a small city in Zhongzhou, when he met the immortal cultivators of Xuantian Sect, in order to show his sincerity to the Tao, he killed his wife in front of the immortal cultivators of Xuantian Sect and severed his worldly ties.
Although the immortal cultivators of Xuantian Sect did not accept him as a disciple, Qin Shiqing's mind became as hard as a knife from then on. His martial arts practice became smooth sailing, and he entered the spirit refining realm with great momentum. Later, he even reached the first level of spirit refining and sat in the imperial capital's Tianlao.
But martial arts has never been his pursuit; immortality has been his lifelong goal.
He can abandon worldly ties and the physical body. The more things he abandons, the further he is from mortals and the closer he is to the Great Dao, until he becomes the King of Qin and achieves the golden body of martial arts.
But this time... .
"He didn't use his strong internal energy to attack me from a distance like Qiao Yu did, but he used the combination of his physical fist strength and internal energy to fight against my iron fist head-on?"
The King of Qin was filled with shock at this moment, and even his hands were trembling slightly.
This kind of power was what he had always dreamed of...
Because this kind of punching power and internal strength has far surpassed the scope of the ninth-grade martial artist system... that is, the so-called super-grade.
The so-called super-grade does not refer to a realm of martial arts, but a name. It refers to martial artists who are far above the first-grade and slightly beyond the control of the Great Yan court.
The end of martial arts in the world is the first level, and there is no way forward.
Therefore, a super-class martial artist is someone who has reached the end of the ninth level of martial arts and then taken a further step. There is no specific realm to describe and distinguish them.
"Why can he achieve the ultimate level in martial arts? And he is also the ultimate level in both Qi and blood and internal strength?"
A feeling of resentment rose unconsciously in the King of Qin's heart.
"I have devoted myself to the Dao and have not slacked off for a moment in decades. I have cut off all external objects and people that could shake my mind. I have walked alone through life with only a Dao heart as cold and hard as iron. I paid such a huge price to achieve the golden body of martial arts. What right do you have to compete with me?"
King Qin gritted his teeth and raised his only remaining left fist again.
What greeted him was a blood-red energy like a tsunami, which instantly submerged him, and a pair of eyes as sharp as swords.
In an instant, it was as if a sword was stirring back and forth in his brain, and he was no longer in his right mind.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Amidst the dense roars, punches came like a violent storm. For a moment, all King Qin could see were dense and overlapping fist shadows.
He raised his only remaining left fist to protect himself, but he only held out for two or three breaths before his one arm was swung away by the huge force, leaving his chest and head wide open.
Qiao Mu locked his one arm with one hand, and with the other hand he clenched his fist and punched him on the head like a torrential rain.
The air spread out into visible ripples of energy, and the head made of blazing fire gold quickly twisted and deformed under the repeated heavy blows.
The eyes of the twenty bronze-skinned Taoist soldiers who had formed an encirclement widened.
At this time, Qiao Mu did not use his sword skills to attack their minds, but they only felt their hearts agitated and they were extremely frightened.
If a flesh and blood body can defeat the King of Qin who has already achieved the first-grade golden body... then why are they still practicing the "Golden Body Art"
Besides, this wasn't like Qiao Wei who relied on his powerful internal energy to attack from a distance, but rather he used the full force of his fists together, without any fancy head-on collisions.
After three breaths.
Qiao Mu stood with his fist clenched, looking at the King of Qin in his hand.
At this time, the King of Qin's head was obviously deformed, and it was flattened by the huge force. His face had a crooked nose and slanted eyes, and there were many dents and deformations. He no longer looked like a human.
"It's almost done." Qiao Mu withdrew his hand and let out a long breath.
In the first thirty years of his dream, he had beaten the King of Qin many times to comfort himself.
Now, after a lot of effort, he finally restored the King of Qin to his original appearance in his dream, with a crooked nose and slanted eyes after being beaten.
I feel relaxed.
"Well done!" The dying King of Qin, who was physically and mentally injured, laughed out loud:
"This punch killed me, and also killed the entire Qiao family, a great martial arts clan. This is cause for celebration!"
"I am the King of Qin, and behind me is the Da Dao Sect, one of the nine great immortal sects. If I die, the immortals will come in person! The other members of the Qiao family will die from now on because of your momentary impulse!"
"You are too selfish and reckless! If you were thinking about the rest of the Qiao family and the people of the world, you shouldn't have taken action and brought punishment from the Immortal!"
"If you leave me alive, there is still a glimmer of hope..."
"Okay, I'll spare your life." Qiao Mu agreed very readily.
This reaction even surprised the King of Qin, who didn't understand what he meant at all.
He was traumatized by the swordplay just now, and his heart was broken. He just said whatever came to his mind under the threat of death, but he didn't expect... that he was actually convinced
The King of Qin gritted his teeth secretly, trying to regain control of his body of blazing fire and gold, but at this moment he felt that the body that he could control with ease on weekdays weighed thousands of pounds, and he could hardly even lift a finger.
"My mind has suffered a severe blow..." The King of Qin was also a first-grade spirit cultivator who had practiced martial arts for many years. At this moment, he understood his own condition with just a thought.
Before fighting with Qiao Mu, he was full of confidence and his heart was as hard as iron, and he was able to withstand Qiao Mu's swordsmanship.
But when his iron arm was broken and his chest was pierced, his mind was already lost.
"My Dao heart is showing signs of collapse... I have to stay calm." The King of Qin gritted his teeth secretly.
As a first-grade soul cultivator, he certainly knew the consequences of a mental breakdown, so he quickly gathered his mind and said to himself:
"I am the loser, not the Immortal Master of the Dao Sect, let alone the Immortal Dao!"
"My choice was absolutely correct! I was just careless for a moment..."
"As long as I can keep my mind steady and not collapse, as long as the immortal from the Dao Sect comes, I will still be able to make a comeback one day!"
Even if this body is destroyed, as long as his mind is not lost, the King of Qin can still live... This is because his soul underwent a change after his physical body died for the first time.
The real Qin Shiqing had already died by then, and the current King of Qin is actually like some kind of wandering soul. Although he cannot live forever in the world, he is not comparable to ordinary people.
It was because of this that he was noticed by the immortals of the Da Dao Sect, who appointed him as the King of Qin, tasked with establishing the immortal kingdom on earth!
"This Qiao family is so funny, they are too naive." When the King of Qin thought of this, he sneered in his heart, but also felt fortunate.
They actually spared his life
As long as he is alive, there is hope!
He could actually guess what Qiumu was thinking to some extent.
He simply relied on his unparalleled bravery and self-esteem, thinking that he could do whatever he wanted with the King of Qin... So he took advantage of the situation.
“A person with great skills tends to be bold? Many warriors overtrust their own strength... Unfortunately, they don’t understand the way of immortals at all, and don’t understand the foundation of immortals.” King Qin sighed in his heart.
Once upon a time, he was as ignorant and frivolous as the tree in front of him, until one day he accidentally came across the mysterious methods of the immortal monks, and suddenly realized that he had actually taken a detour in practicing martial arts.
Qiao Mu noticed the change in his expression but said nothing. He just looked down at his fist.
The skin on the fist was torn and blood was oozing out. The bone was obviously sunken, indicating a fracture.
Although he could defeat the King of Qin's body of blazing fire and gold, his flesh and blood body, if we only talk about the hardness, is actually not as good as the immortal gold and iron.
But fighting is not fencing, where is the point of comparing who is harder and thicker
As his mind moved, the blood from the wound on his fist stopped quickly, the flesh that had been turned over began to move again, and even the sunken bones began to recover little by little.