"Only the nine great immortal gates in the sky----"
Yan Taizu stopped speaking halfway.
Because he had just raised his sword, and had not yet slashed at the old soldiers, the air slightly twisted like water waves, and a sharp sword light burst out, rubbing against the Human King Sword in his hand, making a violent sharp sound.
Emperor Taizu Yan suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the throne in the Golden Palace.
I saw a white-haired man in his thirties sitting quietly on the dragon throne, his eyes as dark as a deep pool, looking down.
The appearance of this white-haired man is 80% similar to Qiao Shuangzhao who was just killed by Emperor Yan Taizu.
Qiao Shuangzhao's body was still standing there, so according to normal people's logic, one should guess that this person might be Qiao Shuangzhao's twin brother, or a substitute or real body.
"Is he Qiao Shuangzhao's twin brother? I've heard that the Qiao family is best at Qinggong, and they have the ability to teleport once in a lifetime, so their reputation is well-deserved."
Emperor Taizu Yan was amazed.
He is a three-hundred-year-old man, and the new things in this world of martial arts really surprise him again and again.
This old antique obviously didn't know much about the current world. He just didn't surf the waves enough and took the jokes of the storyteller Clairvoyant from Tingchao Tower seriously.
After all, the Qiao family has already displayed such extraordinary feats as the transformation of flesh and blood, the sword-cutting technique, etc. So adding another kind of teleportation that he cannot understand doesn't seem too strange
"The Qiao family's once-in-a-lifetime teleportation?" Above the Golden Throne Hall, Elder Qingyi also fell into deep thought.
What the hell is this... .
As outrageous as it was, Elder Qingyi did not realize how this new member of the Qiao family sneaked into the palace and appeared on the dragon throne.
"If my real body was here, I wonder if I could find out..." Elder Qingyi pondered for a moment and continued to watch the battle.
"Are you a brother of Qiao Shuangzhao?" Yan Taizu glanced at Qiao Shuangzhao's body.
After a member of the Qiao family dies unexpectedly, the elders and blood relatives of the clan will seek revenge... This has become common knowledge in the martial arts world and is very normal.
But what was abnormal was the person in front of Yan Taizu.
At the moment when both eyes met.
Emperor Taizu Yan was already shocked.
As the saying goes: eyes are the windows to the soul.
The eyes of a martial artist who has cultivated his spiritual power can even perform the art of witnessing, killing people invisibly with his eyes.
A warrior's state of mind and character can sometimes be reflected in his eyes.
Taizu Yan originally wanted to estimate the actual age of the Qiao family member in front of him by his attainments in the Changsheng Fist... But when he looked into the eyes of the man in front of him, he already understood something in his heart.
The Qiao family members in front of him could never be twin brothers of Qiao Shuangzhao, and it was even less possible that they were the substitute and the real body of the same person.
It is impossible for a warrior's state of mind to change drastically in a short period of time, and the Qiao family member in front of him is fundamentally different from Qiao Shuangzhao. Even without fighting, he can tell...
This person could not be of the same generation as Qiao Shuangzhao. He must be another young-looking elder of the Qiao family.
And his real age is probably even older than Qiao Shuangzhao... Could he be the third immortal in the mortal world
More importantly... .
This person had no sword in his hand, nor was he using any flying sword energy techniques.
Just by lowering his head to glance at Yan Taizu, an invisible sharp sword light appeared, blocking the sword that Yan Taizu had just slashed at the old soldiers.
"Use eyes as swords?" Yan Taizu frowned.
A martial artist who has cultivated his spirit kills people with his eyes, which puts heavy pressure on the mind. The so-called "using eyes as swords" is more of a metaphor and a description.
But the Qiao family member in front of him was not like that.
His gaze really turned into a tangible sharp sword light, and he really possessed the power to kill people with his eyes.
"With the super-level spirit cultivation and the perfect eyewitness technique, he can even make his gaze turn the virtual into the real, and truly use his eyes as swords? It's incredible."
"Why aren't you talking? Who are you?" Yan Taizu raised his sword and asked.
Qiao Mu ignored him and it took him several seconds to come back to his senses and look at Emperor Yan.
"My name?"
As if it was because he hadn't seen the real person in a long time, his reaction was slightly slow.
"Lock of Immortality, I have won again this time..." Qiao Mu whispered to himself.
From 375 years old to 675 years old, the length of this dream is equivalent to more than 80% of the total dream time of Qiumu since he traveled through time.
When he walked out of the dream, he was naturally a completely different person from the 375-year-old Qiao Shuangzhao.
He slowly stood up from the throne, casting a cold gaze down:
"Qiao family, Qiao Jin."
At this point, he no longer needs to worry about issues such as whether to fight or not, or whether the highest good is like water.
He looked at the many old soldiers standing in the Golden Throne Hall, and his eyes, which had been as cold as iron, softened a little.
The interval between the two deaths in real time is very short.
But for Qiao Mu, it was a reunion after three hundred years.
"Young man, don't rush to die, you have a good life ahead of you." He looked at these white-haired soldiers and said jokingly:
"Since you have such fighting spirit, why not save it for the future battlefield of defeating immortals."
He stood up from the dragon throne, his figure flashing like a stunning beauty.
The old soldiers only felt a gust of wind blowing past them, making their robes rustle.
Bang!
There was a sudden explosion in the air in front of them. The old soldiers couldn't even see the movement clearly and only felt a blur in front of their eyes.
Wait until they look again.
The martial arts legend who had lived for three hundred years and the founding emperor of this dynasty, had been gripped by Qiao Mu's giant hand around the waist and was lifted high off the ground.
“The Eight-Armed Sky Dragon’s Eight Steps…” Taizu Yan’s face changed.
The Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon is known as the best light Kung Fu in the world. Its most famous feature is that it allows one to fly through the air and ascend to heaven in eight steps. However, the speed of this light Kung Fu itself is also the best in the world.
Qiao Mu's attainment of the Eight-Step Heavenly Dragon is not as good as the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon that Yan Taizu had fought before, but thanks to his strong physique which far exceeds that of the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon, his explosive speed is even faster than that of the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon.
Even before everyone could react, Emperor Yan Taizu had already been grasped in his hand.
"A three hundred year old martial arts myth?" Qiao Mu lowered his eyelids, and his deep voice echoed throughout the Golden Palace and in the hearts of the old soldiers.
He grasped Yan Taizu's giant hand, expanded it again, and threw it down.
Boom!
Amidst the loud bang, a hole several meters wide exploded on the ground of the Golden Throne Hall, and countless pieces of gravel and dust flew everywhere.
Yan Taizu's whole body shook violently, he vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and collapsed in the pit.
The thousands of imperial guards who had surrounded the old soldiers were all frightened and unconsciously retreated a few steps.
This great ancestor of our country broke the world's cognition and became a martial arts legend of longevity for three hundred years...
The immortals of the Da Dao Sect had to come down from the sky in front of him, and Qiao Shuangzhao of the Qiao Family was also killed by him. He seemed to be invincible in the world.
Such a character was at a disadvantage as soon as Qiao Jin appeared and was captured by his giant hand
Yan Taizu's whole body shook, and a surge of strength like the sea burst out. He broke free from Qiao Mu's giant hand, flipped his body lightly in the air, and landed lightly on his feet.
"I was too careless this time..."
Yan Taizu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Although he realized that Qiao Jin was extraordinary, he still habitually regarded Qiao Jin as an opponent similar to Qiao Shuangzhao.
"With such terrifying physical strength, coupled with the speed of the Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps, I wonder how many years this old monster Qiao Jin has lived? Even I have suffered a loss."
Taizu Yan's face darkened. In fact, his physical body had already reached a super-quality level over the long years.
This is mainly due to the rare treasures he took.
Although he also practiced external martial arts, he did not reach the super level.
He just felt that Qiao Mu's palm was like an iron hoop, and it was impossible for him to break free with his physical strength. He could only rely on the burst of internal energy to escape.
“It doesn’t matter if my physical strength is a little bit small. The strong internal energy that I have accumulated over the past three hundred years is the foundation of my invincibility in the world for three hundred years!” Taizu Yan quickly recovered from his brief surprise.
He has eaten many rare treasures.
Among the many natural treasures, those that can completely transform a warrior's physique and cleanse his meridians and marrow are relatively rare.
The more common natural treasures are actually like the Hundred-Year-Old Vermilion Fruit, which can directly increase a warrior’s internal strength after refining its medicinal power.
Therefore, the internal strength accumulated by Yan Taizu is much more terrifying than his super physical body.
"I thought Qiao Shuangzhao was the only immortal in the world besides me, but I didn't expect there is someone like you, Qiao Jin, in the world."
In terms of physical strength, Yan Taizu was at a disadvantage, but as long as he could keep a little distance, he could bring out his own internal strength advantage...
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
The two men fought lightning fast in the Golden Throne Hall, punches hitting each other, palms colliding, sometimes fighting and sometimes separating in the Golden Throne Hall.
His figures moved back and forth, creating gusts of wind. Every time his fists and palms collided, his surging internal energy exploded, causing the air to create circles of fierce cyclones.
The dense air currents overlapped like huge waves, knocking over the bodies of the royal guards around them.
"Five hundred... six hundred? How old are you, old monster?"
It would have been better if they didn't fight. When the two men's fists and palms collided, Yan Shenji once again estimated Qiao Mu's approximate age based on his skills in the Changsheng Fist.
This conclusion shocked Yan Shenji. He thought he was the longest-lived immortal in the world at the age of 300. But there was not only one Qiao Shuangzhao in this world, but there was also Qiao Jin
Qiao Shuangzhao could barely be considered a person of the same generation as him, but this Qiao Jin...
The human dynasty lasted only three hundred years, and according to his estimation, Qiao Jin in front of him... Could he be an ancient person from the early days of the Great Zhou Dynasty
"Don't be impatient..." Yan Shenji quickly gathered his mind in the fierce fight, and spoke with thunder:
"In martial arts, not everyone becomes stronger just because they are older."
This is actually not bad.
In the same three hundred years, the gap between martial arts geniuses and ordinary warriors is huge.
The internal energy that Yan Shen Ji has accumulated over the past three hundred years is beyond the reach of even the 675-year-old Qiao Mu.
"Four Extremes Mountain Palm!"
Yan Shenji was as fast as lightning, and his palms were as fast as the wind, striking Qiao Mu's chest, abdomen and back alternately, pouring out with a force like a tide.
This is an extraordinary martial art that he has mastered. With multiple strikes, he can deliver powerful forces into four different locations within the enemy's body, and then explode at the same moment.
The destructive power in an instant is more than four times that of his full-strength attack.
Yan Shenji is good at internal strength, and during his 300 years of immortality, he has practiced many kinds of profound martial arts like a tall tree.
But I heard crackling sounds continuously.
A ball of dark yellow energy exploded from all over Qiao Mu's body. His clothes burst into pieces, his skin cracked and blood spilt out, but his body remained standing.
"I am not as strong as you in terms of physical strength, but I have more internal energy than you."
Captain Yan Shen breathed a sigh of relief, stood in place, slowly adjusted his breathing, and spoke slowly.
Due to the intense consumption of internal energy, a circle of heat visible to the naked eye was rising from his head. It was obvious that the outburst just now was no small matter for him.
"What you said makes a lot of sense." Qiao Mu nodded happily.
He tore off his tattered shirt, revealing his muscular upper body, and walked towards Yan Shen Ji.
"Martial arts training is not about age, nor is it about who has more strength or more internal energy, or who is more powerful..."
"only."
"I have a little doubt whether your internal strength is superior to mine... .Demon Disintegration!"
The perfect Demon Disintegration can be achieved at the cost of damaging one's own Qi and blood, mutilating one's body, and tearing one's meridians, in exchange for an instant burst of internal energy that is five times stronger than an opponent's.
The 675-year-old tree represents more than 600 years of experience.
The five-fold explosion of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration can be comparable to the attack of a master with three thousand years of skills in an instant.
In this world, the longest-lived person, Emperor Yan Taizu, was only three hundred years old.
Although his internal strength was not in line with his age due to his continuous intake of rare treasures, it was impossible for him to reach a number as unprecedented as three thousand years old.