The King of Qin was totally confused and didn't react at all.
"How dare you!" Soon a monk shouted:
"How dare a mere mortal be so presumptuous!"
"Quickly put down the weapons in your hands and surrender!"
What responded to him was another afterimage that flashed past.
"Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon!"
At this moment, Qiao Mu stomped his feet hard, and his figure disappeared into the wind. In broad daylight, he almost turned into a faint shadow. He swung the Qin King Sword in his hand again and smashed it.
This time, the Foundation Establishment cultivator in front of him was obviously on guard. After a slight panic, he quickly secretly pinched the magic formula in his hands. At this moment, the Taoist robe on his body moved without wind, and the belt fluttered, emitting a faint green light.
The faint green light formed a circle, covering his entire body.
Obviously, this is a protective garment. It looks like just a light Taoist robe, but in fact it has powerful protective capabilities. It can be immune to water and fire, and it cannot be harmed by swords and guns. It protects the body of the cultivator.
After the foundation-building horse-faced monk activated the precious robe on his body to protect himself, his expression suddenly became calm, and the brief panic he had before disappeared without a trace. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up and he sneered:
"Sometimes there are fools in this world who try to shake a tree with an ant..."
Before he finished speaking, there was another loud bang.
"Junior brother---" Dao Fei's face changed.
As the only two Jindan-stage cultivators, his spiritual awareness is naturally sharper than those of his fellow disciples in the Foundation Establishment stage, and his reactions are also faster.
But it was still a little late.
He saw the faint green light surrounding his body shattered in an instant. A clear cracking sound was heard in the void, and the light dimmed in the blink of an eye.
He saw that in the dim light, the smile on the horse-faced monk's face gradually turned into fear, and he saw that the head of King Qin in Qiao Mu's hand was like a heavy hammer, smashing down on the horse-faced monk's face.
Under the heavy pressure, the horse-faced monk's face was twisted like water waves, his flesh and bones were sunken and deformed, and then his whole body was a bloody mess.
With a loud bang, a small hole collapsed on the street and a circle of smoke and dust spread out.
The second Foundation Establishment cultivator died.
Unlike the previous monk who was killed by Qiao Mu's sneak attack, this horse-faced monk reacted in time and activated the precious clothes on his body in time.
The situation is no different. The only difference is that the death of this horse-faced monk was a little more "glamorous"
"How could the Qingyun Taoist robe not be able to withstand the attack of ordinary warriors?" The cultivators were in an uproar. This time they realized the danger belatedly.
But it was too late.
These monks had never expected to be attacked by a super-class warrior here. About half of the monks had already landed, only a dozen meters or so away from Qiao Mu.
For Qiumu, such a distance is just a moment.
"Demon Disintegration·Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon!"
A strong and bloody energy gushed out of his body, and energy burst out from the soles of his feet. In a flash, Qiao Mu left a trail of afterimages on the street.
The Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon is the best super-level light skill in the world. Although it was not the focus of Qiao Mu's practice in his dream life, he also cultivated it to the peak of the waterfall climbing stage during his long life.
During the waterfall climbing phase of the Tianlong Eight Steps, one needs to step on wet rocks to gain leverage and climb upstream to the hundred-meter waterfall.
The completion of the waterfall climbing stage means that Qiaomu is now able to climb the waterfall upstream as if walking on flat ground, easily and freely, and has extremely strong body balance and speed.
Now Qiao Mu's Heavenly Demon Disintegration broke out, and he used the Eight Steps of Heavenly Dragon, which immediately caused a blood rain among the group of cultivators.
The King of Qin in his hand had no strength to resist and was wielded by him with great force. Wherever it went, flesh and blood flew everywhere. The monks' robes were stained with blood, and the protective light of their bodies shattered in the blink of an eye. It was almost as if he was in an empty space.
Dao Fei's face darkened in the blink of an eye. He was the one in charge of this training, so how could he sit by and watch his fellow junior brothers and sisters get killed
He made a hand gesture and a golden bell quickly enlarged from his palm. In the blink of an eye, it became the size of a house and headed towards the golden body of King Qin in Qiao Mu's hand.
The body of the golden bell lit up, and runes and seals flowed like tadpoles, flashing light briefly.
As an immortal cultivator, to use a magic weapon, one naturally cannot simply rely on the hardness of the magic weapon itself to fight head-on.
Although Dao Fei's Blazing Fire Golden Bell was made of the same material as King Qin's golden body, he had already used it as his life-saving magic weapon for the Golden Core Stage, so he was not afraid at all...
The next moment.
There was a loud bang in the local area. First, the rolling sound waves turned into visible ripples that swept in all directions. Then the entire Caishi Street shook, the street surface underfoot collapsed, and a cloud of dust exploded.
Dao Fei's whole body trembled slightly and his face turned slightly pale.
With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he found that the golden bell, his life-saving magic weapon that he treasured, had a dent on it from just one collision
And the one who caused such damage was just an ordinary warrior
No... This must be because Qiao Mu still has a sword in his hand... the King of Qin's Sword!
...
When the golden bell hit the golden body of King Qin, rolling sound waves swept in all directions and spread out, and could be clearly heard throughout the entire city.
The city of Daqinfu is not a deserted city yet, there are still a few residents who have not left with the crowd.
When these devout believers saw a flying boat descending from the sky, they thought it was a manifestation of the gods and they all bowed down in worship.
"The immortal boat came out from the sky. This is the arrival of the real immortal!"
"Look at the place. Did they go to Caishikou? I heard that there was a big disturbance in Caishikou today. There were foreign warriors causing trouble..."
Witnessing such a scene, he was almost moved to tears.
The clouds broke apart, and a magnificent sky boat emerged from the clouds. Immortals with celestial appearances transformed into colorful rainbow lights, falling from the sky like rain.
For a moment, they thought it was a god descending to the mortal world and almost cried.
Some brave people, with the mentality of making a pilgrimage, wanted to get closer to see the true faces of the immortals.
But when they approached Caishi Street, they saw a scene that they would never forget.
On the Tianzhou, there were indeed dozens of cultivators who turned into rainbows and descended from the sky.
However, they did not look as sage as they appeared from a distance. Instead, they all had gloomy faces and did not conceal their anger at all.
They each made hand gestures and used their own methods. Fire, lightning, flying swords and other magic fell from the sky like raindrops. At first glance, it was a colorful scene with all kinds of lights, which almost blinded them.
"What are the immortals doing?"
The people were confused at first.
"Wait a minute, there seems to be someone in those lights? Hmm? There seem to be two people?"
When they saw the figure in the light clearly, they were stunned.
He was a middle-aged man with white hair. He looked like a martial artist, but he was holding a strange-looking weapon in his hand.
Dozens or even hundreds of brilliant magic spells shone like raindrops, drowning the white-haired warrior.
The immortals of the Da Dao Sect, who were considered unattainable by the common people, were actually joining forces to besiege a warrior
What was even more strange was that this warrior actually stood firm in the siege, wielding the strange-shaped weapon in his hand so powerful that water could not penetrate it, and actually blocked the magical attacks of the immortals? Did he block them all
"What happened? Why are the immortals besieging a warrior?"
"Wait... am I seeing things? What is that thing that the warrior is holding? Why does it look like a person?"
The people were surprised at first, but when they saw the appearance of the King of Qin, they were almost petrified.
The King of Qin is the king of the great Qin city. In recent months, he has been the most dazzling warrior in Zhongzhou. He is regarded as a promising new generation of martial arts leader and was even crowned king by the court.
But such a character was held as a weapon in the hands of the white-haired warrior, who was wielding it with great vigor
It is difficult for these believers to comprehend such a scene. It is a subversion for them and their worldview is almost shattered.
The King of Qin, who claimed that he could suppress man-made disasters with an iron fist, was held in the hands of others as a weapon.
However, the immortals of the Da Dao Sect, who have always been high and mighty, surrounded the white-haired warrior with more than one against one, as if they were facing a powerful enemy.
Not only did they not understand, even the King of Qin himself was confused.
At this moment, his entire body was covered in blood, and was being swung by Qiao Mu and continuously smashed onto the monks.
The King of Qin is no longer a body of flesh and blood. The blood on his body at this moment does not belong to him, but to the immortals of the Da Dao Sect.
The golden body that the King of Qin was so proud of could indeed face off against the magic of immortals, but even if the King of Qin was beaten to death, no one would have thought that it would face off against the magic in such a way.
The best way to kill someone is to destroy their heart!
Decades ago, the King of Qin was willing to cut off his worldly ties, abandon all worldly affairs, and devote himself to the Tao with a firm mind.
Even though he suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Qiao Mu, he was able to quickly regain his faith in the Tao and did not collapse completely. Instead, he placed his hopes on the immortals of the Da Dao Sect.
But now his thoughts are extremely complicated.
He had given up everything to pursue the Dao in his life. The Dao Sect monks he had longed for all his life suffered heavy casualties at the hands of Qiao Mu. Anyone who touched them died, and anyone who came into contact with them was injured.
"Is this Qiao Miao really an ordinary warrior?"
"Is a super-class warrior who has normally broken through to the first level really so powerful?" King Qin couldn't help but cross this thought in his mind.
For the first time in his life, he felt somewhat regretful about his choice.
"King Qin, what are you doing?" At this time, I heard Dao Fei shouting:
"Why do you want to help this Qiao family warrior?"
"I..." The King of Qin was speechless for a moment.
Is this what he calls helping Qiao Mu? Isn't it because he can't resist
"Oh, the King of Qin has long had the ambition to defeat the immortals, and claims to suppress you human disasters with an iron fist." Qiao Mu grinned and said:
"For this, he did not hesitate to transform his body into a sword, like a sword-demon exiled from heaven."
"Today, I will lend him a helping hand."
Qiao Mu's demonic body exploded and disintegrated, and his figure flashed across the sky like lightning.
"Samadhi True Fire." Daofei and Daozhen opened their mouths at the same time, and two light red true fires flowed down like water.
Samadhi True Fire is a magic spell that can be performed after forming a golden elixir. In fact, it is the "heart fire" of the cultivator. As the cultivation of the immortal cultivator progresses, the heart fire will gradually change in quality.
The Samadhi True Fire in the Jindan stage is more ferocious than the Bone-Eroding Fire that is specifically designed to restrain warriors. No matter whether it is skin, flesh, bones, blood, or the three souls and seven spirits, they can all be burned to ashes under the Samadhi True Fire.
At this time, Dao Fei and Dao Zhen attacked together, and two streams of true fire splashed out one after another, blocking Qiao Mu's way on the left and right.
However, compared with the furious Daofei, Daozhen seemed a little absent-minded.
He was not a disciple of Elder Qingzhuo. He was just a fellow disciple of the other people on the Tianzhou, but he was not very familiar with them.
Seeing so many monks die one after another, there was no expression of emotion on his face, he just looked at Qiao Mu with interest.
Normally, he liked to observe mortals, especially those who were extremely brave... and the fact that Qiao Miao, who dared to take the initiative to attack despite being besieged by dozens of cultivators, also made him curious.
If he was the only one here, perhaps he wouldn't even think of taking action and would just want to watch silently.
But since there were so many fellow disciples around him, he naturally couldn't just stand by and watch.
Although Qiao Mu didn't know the power of the Samadhi True Fire, he naturally had no intention of resisting it with his physical body.
Seeing the real fire coming, Qiao Mu frowned and decisively protected King Qin in front of him.
The light red Samadhi Fire surged in, and in this blazing flame, King Qin, whose body had become a body of blazing fire and pure gold, was also screaming as if he had suffered a serious blow.
The surface of this long-forged golden body of martial arts was slowly deforming under the burning of the Samadhi True Fire, and the soul of the King of Qin residing in it was also shaken violently.
Surrounded by raging flames, Qiao Mu waved the Qin King in his hand with all his might. A mighty and powerful blood-colored energy lingered around it, drawing a big circle in the air.
"The King of Qin sweeps the world!"
A huge force burst out, and the powerful internal energy broke through the air and swept across the six directions, extinguishing the flames of the Samadhi True Fire in an instant.
"Come again!" Qiao Mu's hands and feet were bleeding at this time, but he didn't care and waved the King of Qin in his hand and smashed it hard at Dao Fei's protective golden bell.
"Red Moon Blood Burning Technique·Blood Sword Technique!"
Today, Qiao Mu's swordsmanship has reached the level where he is not restricted by the shape of the weapon. He really uses the King of Qin's body as a sword.
The blood overflowing from the body naturally gathered on King Qin's martial arts golden body as his mind guided him, vaguely taking the shape of a long-handled sword.
The King of Qin was originally in human form, but as the blood gathered, it formed a huge blood sword that was eight feet long and was held in his hand.
At this moment, he was extremely arrogant. He was surrounded by many cultivators, and his arrogance was as crazy as a demon. He held King Qin and made a stroke in the air, and blood-colored energy burst into three large circles in the air.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At the first sound, the runes on the surface of the protective golden bell reappeared, shining with clear light.