Qiao Mu finally put the Gun Saint's Experience in his arms and glanced at Zhao Hu behind him.
For some reason, Zhao Hu and others from Xishan Village were surprisingly calm. Qiao Mu thought that they had some other cards except the Qingli phantom just now.
But now it seems that he was overthinking it.
"The 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' Spear' left by the Spear Saint doesn't suit you." Qiao Mu said.
After reading the life story of the Spear Saint, he had some understanding of him.
This was a man who became more courageous as he encountered more setbacks. After his crushing defeat at the hands of Jian Zexian, he sat in seclusion for ten years, made further progress in martial arts, and figured out his killer move, "Jingwei Filling the Sea."
However, human power has its limits, which cannot be changed by human will.
Although he walked out of the shadow of the disastrous defeat, he did not have the last laugh. Instead, he faced an even more tragic defeat.
The first time he defeated the banished sword immortal, the second time he defeated the immortal cultivator, and the third time he defeated the martial saint.
He did not make a comeback in his later years, and until his death in battle, he was still the second best in the world.
This actually coincides with his mood in his later years: the mood of Jingwei filling the sea.
It is ridiculous for an ant to try to shake a tree.
To bystanders, this was a tragedy of overestimating one's own abilities.
It may be ridiculed by others, but you have no regrets.
"Wu Qiankun, haven't you realized it yet? Your mind is in a mess, with many distracting thoughts, and you are not as good as before." Qiao Mu said calmly:
"Even if the Spear Saint were to be reborn, he might not be able to defeat you as you are now; but if you were to live another life, I'm afraid your state of mind would not be as good as the Spear Saint's."
"Are you qualified to take the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear now?"
The sound was as loud as a bell, and every word was a torture to Wu Qiankun's heart.
Obviously, the battle between the two has begun. This is a battle of minds between the spiritual warriors.
"Hmm?" Wu Qiankun suddenly looked up, and his eyes, which were as dark as the abyss, lit up like torches at this moment.
At the moment the two gazes converged, there was a crackling sound, and all the heroes on the top of the mountain were shocked.
When the two people's eyes met, there seemed to be an illusory lightning that pierced through the air and shocked the hearts of the heroes.
Wu Qiankun is the leader of the Wu Ji Society, not to mention that he has been number one on the God List for many years. He has achieved great success in the way of refining the spirit, far surpassing other warriors.
But now, it seems that he has met an opponent in the way of refining the spirit, and the contest of witnessing skills has come to a stalemate and he has not gained the upper hand
"Eye sword technique, cut!"
Qiao Mu's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and at this moment the sword light suddenly lit up!
Wu Qiankun's body trembled slightly.
Suddenly, a long and narrow sword scar appeared on his cheek, extending from the corner of his forehead to the center of his eyebrows, with the skin and flesh turned over.
Blood flowed from the sword wound, dripping down the chin into the mud under his feet, with an almost inaudible sound.
However, this faint voice, to the ears of the heroes from Southwest Province present, was no different from the sound of a great bell.
Was Wu Qiankun at a disadvantage in the battle of soul refining
So from which crack in the rock did this Zhou Mu in front of him emerge as this extremely powerful man
“Hehe... ha.” Wu Qiankun’s shoulders trembled slightly. He seemed to have gone crazy at this moment, laughing loudly towards the sky.
The blood flowing down his cheeks dripped onto the soil, but he was completely unaware, and there was an irrepressible ecstasy in his laughter.
"In this world of Kyushu martial arts, there are few people who are worthy of being my enemy."
"It's impossible for a strong man like you to suddenly appear from the cracks of a rock."
"Don't you think so, Joakim?"
Wu Qiankun waved his hand to wipe away the blood on his face, and the flesh and blood on the narrow wound on his forehead began to wriggle and change again.
Joakim!
The heroes of the Southwestern States were in turmoil once again, and were obviously very surprised.
"Is it Qiao Jin who broke into the Jinluan Palace, killed Emperor Yonghe, and beat up the founding emperor?"
"Why did such a peerless villain come to the mountains of Southwest Province?"
“No wonder, the only one who can fight Wu Qiankun, the second on the God List, in the eyewitness technique is Qiao Jin, the first on the God List!”
At this time, more than a month had passed since Qiao Mu broke into the palace and assassinated Emperor Yonghe.
Jiuzhou is in chaos nowadays. Ordinary people in Southwest Province may not know much about the Qiao family, but they, the martial artists, are naturally well-known to them.
"Has Wu Qiankun gone mad? Why is he still laughing?"
"If he meets such a strong enemy, he might fail. Why are you laughing?"
"Why can't I laugh?" Wu Qiankun asked seriously:
"When I was in Zhongzhou, I once fought with Qiao Shuangzhao. Unfortunately, time was tight and the winner had not yet been decided."
"Later, I heard that Qiao Shuangzhao died in the Golden Palace. I felt quite regretful."
"Being invincible is the loneliest thing. Every time an opponent dies, there is one less person. Who would have thought that I would meet you, Qiao Jin, today? How can I not be happy?"
After hearing this, the heroes began to look at Wu Qiankun with a new respect.
This person scolds the weak without any harsh words, but shows sympathy to the strong.
Although his expression changes quickly, his mind is worthy of being among the top martial arts masters.
"Don't worry." Qiao Mu said calmly:
"Today, the victory or defeat will be settled."
"Wuchang, bring the gun!" he shouted loudly.
The next moment, Wuchang in the distance threw with all his might, and an iron spear came flying through the air like a sharp arrow.
Qiao Mu stretched out his hand and grabbed the iron spear, but the huge force from the spear made his body tremble slightly, and he almost lost his grip.
"Where does this fat pig get so much strength? He doesn't even know how to save his strength. Is he trying to murder me?"
He muttered something in his heart, holding the gun in his hand, and stood facing the wind.
Zhao Hu and other descendants of the Spear Saint were still watching from behind. The demon spear Qing Li had been blasted apart by Wu Qiankun.
Now, if he wanted to get the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" in an upright manner, he naturally had to show his spear skills.
The first weapon he practiced with was the gun.
The first to reach perfection was also military spearmanship.
Later, they entered the Baili Desert and obtained Li Changge's "Military Code" from the armory. The weapons chapter in it was a further deduction of military gun techniques on the battlefield.
And what he is going to use today is Li Changge's military spear skills!
"The demon disintegrates!"
The blood-colored energy penetrated his body from his limbs and bones. At this moment, Qiao Mu was holding the iron spear, but it was as if he was holding a blazing blood-colored energy column. The strong blood-colored energy almost submerged the spear body.
Wu Qiankun also put on a pair of silver-white metal gloves as thin as a cicada's wings. They sparkled brightly under the scorching sun and were obviously not ordinary things.
The wind was howling on the top of the mountain, and two people stood facing each other.
The two figures moved at the same time, and together they turned into the violent wind that swept across the mountain top.
"Secret Technique: Wild Wind Hundred Breath Fist!"
Wu Qiankun's eyes widened with anger, his muscles bulged again, and his iron fist instantly turned into hundreds of fist shadows.
"Bloody battle in all directions!"
This is Li Changge's killer move in military spearmanship, and it is also a super-limit martial art that exceeds 100% of the force.
Chichichichichichichi!
When the gun was fired, the blood-colored energy rushed around like a dragon or a snake. The shadows of the gun and the fist crisscrossed on the top of the mountain, like a whistling gale that broke all the grass and trees and made them lie low.
One after another, the cyclones rose up and swept outwards, and the Western Mountain beneath his feet seemed to be trembling slightly, and the shadows of fists and guns pierced through the mountain walls.
Zhao Hu opened his eyes wide, wanting to do his best to see clearly this showdown between the pinnacles of martial arts.
He was the son of the former Spear Saint and had seen the Spear Saint practicing martial arts countless times in his early years.
But now the strength displayed by both sides in the battle has actually surpassed the spear master in his memory, which only makes him waver and want to watch this peak battle of contemporary martial artists carefully.
At this moment, a loud bang was heard amid the whistling wind.
The two people who were fighting at high speed suddenly stood still in the wind again.
Qiao Mu no longer had a gun in his hand, his skin began to turn red, blood oozed out of his pores, and his eyes were indifferent.
Wu Qiankun stood next to him, with a twisted and deformed iron spear stuck in his chest and abdomen, and protruding from his back.
Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!
Several balls of blood exploded from Wu Qiankun's body, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Although his flesh and blood were rapidly squirming to stop the bleeding, his face had gradually stopped losing blood and turned pale.
What was even more difficult for him to accept than the defeat was the huge psychological shock he suffered.
Not only Wu Qiankun found it hard to accept such a scene, but even Zhao Hu and others were shocked and found it difficult to calm down.
The enemy was clearly so strong that even the reincarnation of the Spear Saint would have to fight hard, but this peak battle in Zhao Hu's eyes ended so quickly
Is this the Kyushu martial arts of today? After forty years, there have been such changes
Zhao Hu was shocked, but also had a vague sense of warning. At the same time, Long Shankong's figure was moving in the wind and had already touched his back.
Chapter 290 Qiao Mu, when will you die (4k
In the eyes of Zhao Hu and others, the battle between Qiao Mu and Wu Qiankun was a clash between the top warriors in Kyushu today.
This level of combat, although not a once-in-a-lifetime event, was definitely something the heroes present had never seen before. They all tried to open their eyes wide to try to see the details of the fight between the two sides.
And Long Shankong took advantage of the situation.
Although Zhao Hu had a vague feeling in his heart at the last moment, Long Shankong's fists and feet were extremely fast and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
"He wants to snatch the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear?"
Zhao Hu subconsciously let go and threw the secret book in his hand towards Qiao Mu.
The winner between Wu Qiankun and Qiao Mu has been decided. In his opinion, it is a good result that the secret book belongs to Qiao Jin.
But to his surprise, Long Shankong was not attracted by the secret book and did not change his target.
"Dragon Claw Power!"
He formed his five fingers into claws and secretly used his internal energy. The fierce energy tore through the air, making a sharp sound of wind and landed on the back shoulder of Zhao Hu.
"The Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear is indeed precious. If we can get it, it will naturally be a great thing... but we have to be alive to get it!" Long Shankong knew this very well.
Whether it was Wu Qiankun or Qiao Jin, they were both the top martial arts masters in Jiuzhou today, and he had no power to fight against them.
Coming out to steal the secrets at this time is courting death!
Although his attainments in light Kung Fu were high, his martial arts skills were not as good as the previous two. A good cook cannot cook without rice, and he had no confidence that he could escape from their hands.
so.
From the very beginning, his goal was not "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".
It was the son of the former spear master, Zhao Hu, the head of the Zhao family!
This sneak attack was so unexpected that even Zhao Hu himself did not expect that Long Shankong was actually targeting him.
This long-brewing attack was so powerful that it almost tore Zhao Hu in half.
The dragon claw energy landed on Zhao Hu's shoulder in the blink of an eye, and the sharp energy tore Zhao Hu's long gown apart, leaving his skin and flesh exposed.
The wind blew.
Qiao Mu flashed and caught the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" in mid-air with one hand, and appeared beside Zhao Hu.
"What's the grudge between you two?" Qiao Mu stopped.
He didn't know what grudges the two parties had, nor did he know who was right or wrong, but since Zhao Hu had given him the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear", he felt somewhat obligated.
Long Shankong felt a chill at the back of his head, and couldn't help feeling a little frightened.