With flesh and blood, they met the elite battle formation of the Royal Guards who formed a strong shield wall.
Like a reef facing the huge waves.
This is a scene with strong contrast, which should represent tragedy and heroism, and reminds people of the heroic deaths of heroes in the storytellers' stories.
But Qiao Shuangzhao was too calm, without any hesitation. He didn't look like a warrior ready to die, but rather like a victorious general who was sure of victory.
The speed is too fast.
The air made a sharp whistling sound, and just the forward movement of the body brought up a gust of wind.
He held the Qin King Shield in one hand and flew forward, leaving a shadow that even the elite soldiers of the Imperial Guard could hardly see clearly. The fiery Qi that enveloped his entire body left behind silky Qi ribbons in the air during the high-speed sprint.
There was a loud bang.
The spears were deformed and broken under the fierce impact of the Qin King's golden body, and then the densely packed shield wall also suddenly collapsed.
The shield wall that was gathered into an arc shape suddenly bulged out backwards, leaving a gap. More than a dozen black-clad soldiers were thrown into the air with their shields by the huge force and flew backwards dozens of meters.
Qiao Mu held the King of Qin's shield in front of him with one hand, and ignored the many spears that were piercing him from all directions, and just charged forward, charged!
The spear pierced the skin of the arm, but the skin only sank slightly, leaving only a shallow white mark.
Qiao Mu once spent eighty years practicing the supreme hard skill, the Dragon-Tiger Vajra Kung Fu, which is equivalent to an ordinary person's lifetime of hard practice.
Although his hard skills attainment cannot be said to be invulnerable to swords and guns and to block all attacks, it is already far beyond that of ordinary hard skills masters.
And in his hand, there is a golden body of King Qin that is invulnerable to swords and spears.
At this moment, he was surrounded by thousands of troops. He didn't consider any complicated martial arts moves. He just held up the golden body of King Qin and rushed forward with the Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon.
Wherever he went, clothes and armor were flattened, people and horses were thrown to the ground, and all the royal guards who were blocking his way were thrown away by the huge force, and a gap appeared in the line that had just been formed.
The so-called "those who enter Taoism through martial arts" who transformed themselves into Taoist soldiers had mental defects, but the golden body of the King of Qin, which was only left with a broken body, was an indestructible magic weapon on the battlefield.
At this moment, Qiao Mu was like a madly running beast, just charging forward and charging!
Ignoring the spears stabbing at him from the side, he just charged forward with all his might, regardless of the cost!
The front line was easily broken, and the bodies of the Royal Guards flew out like raindrops. The scene was spectacular, which was completely contrary to their previous predictions.
He seemed like a monster born for battle. A high-level strong man of the Feiyu Guard hidden among the Royal Guards attacked silently, holding a spear and releasing a sharp force that pierced into Qiao Mu's waist and abdomen one or two inches.
However, before they could rejoice, they saw the flesh and blood on Qiao Mu's wound wriggling and changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The shallow wound that had just been stabbed had actually begun to heal, with only a little blood remaining on the skin, proving that the shot they had just fired was not an illusion.
But the next moment, Qiao Shuangzhao, who was rushing forward rapidly, turned his head and there seemed to be a flash of illusory sword light in his eyes.
In an instant, these Feiyuwei masters felt a sharp pain in their heads, as if they were being stabbed by a knife, and they almost couldn't hold their swords firmly.
"Is this a human or a monster?"
The ten thousand elite imperial guards began to riot.
All those who could serve as the Imperial Guards were the elite soldiers of Dayan. Some of them had experienced battles to besiege and kill super-class soldiers, but the Qiao Mu in front of them gave them a great fright.
"It is rumored that the Qiao family may be a family with demon blood flowing in their veins. They are already half-great demons, so they are extremely powerful and cannot be defeated at all."
The siege of ten thousand people was unable to defeat this incredibly ferocious super-class warrior, and instead the encirclement line was torn apart several times
He was just one person, but he rushed in and out of the battlefield seven times, and seemed invincible.
"Qi and blood are the foundation of a warrior, and his qi and blood are already strong enough to break through the boundaries of the super-grade, and he was even mistaken by the Royal Guards as a monster with innate supernatural powers?" Hai Wuya subconsciously held his breath and tried his best to open his eyes wide to see the scene clearly.
In his opinion this was no ordinary battle.
The Qiao family is the representative practitioner of "The Book of Humanity".
The Great Yan Royal Family represented the strongest force in the ancient martial arts world, surpassing all major sects and families. It could be said that they represented the pinnacle of ancient martial arts.
In Hai Wuya's view, this is a collision between the most cutting-edge new method of today's martial arts, "The Book of Humanity", and the ancient martial arts.
The more brave and courageous Qiao Shuangqi was, the more he charged and killed in the army as if he was in an empty space, the more Hai Wuya was shocked and almost burst into tears.
"The Humanity Sutra, it can only be the Humanity Sutra... It really works, and it doesn't just stop at the theoretical level of the exercises." Hai Wuya murmured.
The Humanity Scripture that he had always dreamed of was a method of practice that could only be created by countless practitioners, and it was a miraculous achievement that was passed down from generation to generation with the combined efforts of everyone.
This kind of skills are basically a series that can only be achieved in one’s lifetime: it can only be imagined, but Hai Wuya cannot achieve it even if he devotes his entire life to it.
But now there are people who can really practice "The Human Dao Sutra" to a high level, and rely on this method to break through the super-level of Qi and blood, and charge into the army as if they were in an empty space!
"The Qiao family is indeed worthy of its reputation. They are indeed brave and courageous people." Yan Shenji stood beside Emperor Yonghe, his hands behind his back, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
The former founding emperor was also an unrivaled warrior on the battlefield. Such a brave figure naturally made Yan Shenji admire him.
"What a pity... Why are all these brave men traitors?" Yan Shenji said to himself.
He had a vague feeling of cherishing talent, just like when he met the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon, who was one of the top three martial artists in the world decades ago.
This old man, who was born in the prosperous era of the Great Yan Dynasty, regarded all the heroes in the world as those within the grasp of the Great Yan Emperor, which was why he repeatedly cherished talents and let the enemies escape.
In his opinion, these people were not powerful enough to be his enemies, they were just the people of Dayan who had not yet completely surrendered.
"How dare you, you thief?!" The commander of the Imperial Guards, Chu Tianming, had been unable to sit still for a long time. How could he have the leisure to continue giving orders
The Royal Guards are the elite in the army, but that doesn't mean they have no fear.
Faced with such a powerful and brave enemy, even though they still had the strength to fight, they couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts and their fighting spirit was shaken.
If Commander Chu Tianming continued to hide in the rear, he would have no choice but to watch the 10,000 imperial guards gradually die.
Therefore, the current matter is that he, as the only super-class general, has to curb Qiao Mu's momentum, and then have the other royal guards around him hold him back and drain all his energy and strength.
He donned his armor and led a group of elite soldiers, rushing forward with a halberd in his hand.
But before he got close, he heard a loud sound of breaking air in front of him. The golden body of King Qin grew rapidly in his eyes and broke up the lines of the Royal Guards along the way.
It was that tree that relied on his extraordinary strength to throw out the indestructible golden body of King Qin.
Chu Tianming's eyes were wide open with anger. He dodged sideways while raising his halberd and thrust hard.
In just a moment, he felt his palms shaking violently, cracking and bleeding, and he was completely unable to stop it. The halberd in his hand almost took him flying backwards.
This throw created another 200-meter gap in the line of tens of thousands of imperial guards. Wherever it went, clothes and armor were flattened and blood flowed like a river.
With a loud bang, the golden body of the King of Qin smashed the white marble dragon-carved steps in front of the Golden Throne Hall, causing them to collapse and shatter.
The commander of the Imperial Guards, Chu Tianming, collapsed to the ground, somewhat dazed.
"I misjudged my opponent this time. He is a super-strong martial artist... not a super-spiritual martial artist like the Eight-Armed Sky Dragon who excels in lightness."
Chu Tianming felt that even if the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon was reborn, he would still die in the battle.
But the Qiao Shuangzhao in front of him was different.
His body was already incredibly strong, and coupled with the thick and fierce internal energy of hundreds of years of Pure Yang Wuji Gong, Qiao Mu, holding the Qin King Shield, was so brave that he could defeat ten thousand men. He was already an obstacle that could not be overcome by numbers.
But Chu Tianming didn't know how much internal energy Qiao Mu had consumed. If another 10,000 or 20,000 imperial guards came, would they be able to exhaust his energy... .
"Single-handedly, breaking through the front line of tens of thousands of people? How could I have predicted it if I hadn't experienced it myself?"
"After thousands of plans, I was left with one wrong move. This time it's my turn..." Chu Tianming muttered to himself.
Qiao Mu had already passed by the exhausted Chu Tianming who had fallen to the ground. He didn't even bother to finish him off and continued to rush forward without stopping.
At this time, the 10,000 imperial guards who had suffered heavy casualties could not even keep up with his charge speed and were left behind by him. The view in front of them suddenly opened up.
At this moment, there were only a few Imperial Guards and Flying Fish Guards in front of him. Further ahead was Emperor Yonghe standing on the pavilion.
Emperor Yonghe's face turned slightly green.
He himself did not practice martial arts and lived in the deep palace for a long time.
The Great Yan Dynasty had maintained peace for forty years since the Alien War forty years ago, and there had been no war. Therefore, even Emperor Yonghe himself was seeing a battlefield of such a scale with tens of thousands of people for the first time, and he felt a little nervous.
"What about the strange man from the Da Dao Sect... Is he unreliable after all?" Emperor Yonghe glanced at Yan Shenji beside him.
"Grandfather... the Qiao family is causing so much trouble in the imperial city..." The implication was obvious.
The Yanshen Machine is the mainstay of the royal family, but at this moment, Qiao Mu, who has single-handedly pierced through the Imperial Guards' line, has already endangered the life of Emperor Yonghe.
Then, naturally, it is time for this stabilizing force to appear.
Yan Shenji never gets involved in anything and his whereabouts are mysterious. He is a reclusive ancestor of the Great Yan royal family.
But every time he takes action, he is often able to rely on his overwhelming force to turn the tide. Over the past two hundred years, he has been the pillar of support for the royal family, protecting their descendants.
"Okay." Yan Shenji nodded lightly.
He flashed.
Yan Shenji stepped on the corpse of King Qin, his body standing straight like a gun, with his hands behind his back, looking at Qiao Mu who was running towards him.
"It's been a long time since I've met such a brave young man... But I can't let you continue to be so presumptuous." Yan Shenji said calmly:
"Your... strange weapon is quite dangerous, so I can't return it to you yet."
"Now, let me see how good your boxing skills are." Yan Shenji suppressed the fighting spirit that was gradually rising in his chest and assumed the starting posture of the Changsheng Fist.
After witnessing the heroic deeds of the Qiao family fighting against ten thousand people alone, Yan Shenji actually developed a lot of interest in this young generation:
"Does this person have a special physique like me, or is he born with supernatural powers? Or is he half-demon blood?"
"Is he a martial arts genius who practices the Changsheng Fist, or a centenarian elder of the Qiao family who has an extremely high generational level?"
He has lived too long, so he has mastered the Changsheng Fist to a superb level.
If I could fight with the Qiao family members who also know the Changsheng Fist, I would probably be able to estimate their actual age.
If he practices martial arts for decades, he will be able to surpass the martial arts genius of the centenarian elder of the Qiao family. Yan Shenji naturally cherishes such talent.
If he is actually a centenarian and is very old... then it would be meaningless.
Having lived in the deep palace for two hundred years, Yan Shenji felt that his attainments in the Changsheng Fist were unmatched and he had long surpassed the centenarian master who taught him the fist in the past.
If it were forty or a hundred years ago, the century-old master of the Changsheng Fist could still sit down and discuss philosophy with him, but now he no longer has the qualification.
Chapter 271: Martial Arts Mythology (7k
The full moon is high in the sky.
It was like a dark cloud was gradually rolling in. The moonlight could not illuminate the thick dark cloud. It was gradually obscured by the cloud and the light became slightly weaker.
at this time.
The square in front of the Golden Throne Hall was in chaos.
The line of 10,000 imperial guards had been broken through by Qiao Mu alone and was left far behind.
Thousands of the Royal Guards were killed or wounded, and it seemed that many of them survived, but their front lines had been breached and their fighting spirit had been almost wiped out by that man who was as ferocious as a wild beast.
Apart from a few Feiyu Guards who were protecting the emperor closely, the only one who dared to stand in Qiao Mu's way was Yan Shenji.
"Is this... the Eternal Life Fist?" Qiao Mu's eyes fell on the Flame God machine.
Changsheng Fist was the first boxing style that Qiao Mu practiced, and it can be said to be one of the foundations of his current martial arts.
People all say that the Changsheng Fist and the Heavenly Demon Disintegration are the two martial arts pillars of the Qiao family.
The Qiao family is a strange family that lives a long life but often fights for their lives.
"Performing the Longevity Fist in front of me?" Qiao Mu didn't take it seriously.
The Heyang Qiao family has been wiped out. The only survivor, Qiao Canxue, is blind and unsuitable for martial arts training, so he chooses to become an immortal.
Therefore, there are three main inheritances of the Changsheng Fist in the world today: one is the Qiao family, and the other is the lineage of the Martial Saint who stole the Changsheng Fist Sutra.
As for the third, it is the Great Yan royal family.
The Qiao family master from a hundred years ago was the only super-class martial artist in the history of the Heyang Qiao family. He was over a hundred years old but his energy and blood were still strong. His reputation even spread from Nanzhou to Zhongzhou. Even the emperor at that time was alarmed and invited him into the palace.
However, in fact, it was not the emperor who was alarmed by the Qiao family master.
Except for the founding emperor Taizu who established the country through military force, the martial arts skills of the emperors of the Great Yan Dynasty in all dynasties were generally not very high. Most of the emperors did not have the leisure to spend a lot of energy and time to go through the hardship of practicing martial arts.
The same thing happened to the Great Yan Emperor a hundred years ago. He only learned the basics of boxing.
The one who truly mastered the essence of the Changsheng Fist was actually the royal ancestor Yan Shenji.
Today, Yan Shenji's attainments in the Changsheng Fist have already surpassed that of the former Qiao family master and have reached perfection.
At this moment, Yan Shenji's fists were like rolling waves, getting higher and higher. It was the essence of Qiao Chang's Longevity Fist, with ripples and waves of power.
Yan Shenji is also a person with extremely profound internal strength. With two hundred years of immortality and the rare treasures he consumes, his internal strength has become as vast as the ocean.
Changsheng Fist vs Changsheng Fist!