Qiao Mu held the gun in his hand and paused slightly.
"You are not allowed to come in again." The burly Taoist Chen Fei said coldly, while roaring like thunder:
"The demon disintegrates!"
He actually also unleashed the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique. His aura surged, and an intimidating aura burst out from his boxing gloves. His aura had already overwhelmed Qiao Mu.
But Qiumu smiled.
"Playing the Devil's Disintegration in front of my Qiao family?"
"Is this the first time you use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Secret Technique in your life? It's too crude and inefficient."
The burly Taoist Chen Fei was stunned when he heard this. Isn't the Demon Disintegration a secret method of self-mutilation and suicide? It seems that it can be used several times in a person's life
He also saw that this matter had become a big deal, which was the first time he had seen such a thing since he entered Xuantian Temple. So this time, even if it meant that his skills and meridians were severely damaged, he had to perform well here. Otherwise, why would he hurt himself and seek death
But after he used the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, Qiumu did not retreat but advanced instead.
Qiao Mu's eyes were wide open with anger, and his whole body burst into energy again, and he bravely moved forward.
After this man's demon disintegrated and exploded, his internal strength was already stronger than Qiao Mu's, but Qiao Mu did not retreat even a single step. He just kept spitting out silver light with his spear and kept thrusting it out!
Go! Go! Go!
He was hit several times by the burly Taoist's two iron fists.
He was able to withstand the first two punches with the help of his iron shirt, which had already achieved some success.
By the third punch, the Iron Shirt was broken, and it was obvious that it could not withstand the disintegration and explosion of the same level of the Heavenly Demon.
With the fourth punch, Qiao Mu's left arm was twisted and broken by the punch, and he could no longer exert strength.
The fifth punch left a clear fist mark on Qiao Mu's waist and abdomen. The bones were broken and collapsed, and there was a deep depression inward, almost making a bloody hole. It was shocking at first glance.
The burly Taoist just stood there, covering his throat with one hand, but he couldn't stop the blood from flowing out of the throat wound.
He couldn't understand why this warrior only attacked and didn't defend, exchanging injuries for injuries, and insisted on fighting him head-on. His Heavenly Demon had already disintegrated, and his internal strength was obviously stronger than his. It was obvious that he was stronger, but why, why... was he the one who died
Qiao Mu took a breath, stood still, and said calmly:
"Demon Disintegration is not used like this."
"How can a warrior who doesn't have the courage to move forward use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Skill?"
The Taoist priest, who was as tall as an iron tower, fell to the ground with a loud bang.
But Qiumu had no time to catch his breath.
At this moment, he suddenly had a mysterious intuition in his heart.
A ball of flame surged from the side and swallowed him whole in the blink of an eye.
Behind the crowd, the female cultivator Mingyue had a cold look in her eyes. She activated a fire talisman, thinking that this Qiao Pifu should...
The next moment.
call!
Qiao Mu took stealth steps and his figure almost became an afterimage as he rushed out from the flames.
The tight-fitting upper body had been burned by the flames, and his muscular upper body was also burned to pieces, looking in a miserable state, but he finally rushed out of the flames.
Huh...Qiaomu was gasping for breath, with a burning pain in his lungs.
The demon disintegrated and exploded, and he was repeatedly wounded, with knife wounds, gunshot wounds, and burns. His injuries were serious.
According to Qiao Mu's experience of many life-and-death battles, his body is almost at the end of its strength.
"It depends on how tough your life is." Mingyue was not shaken.
As a servant of the Saint Wu Qingxin, she had no shortage of talismans on hand, but she was reluctant to use some of the high-quality ones, as they were meant for fighting with fellow warriors, and she was afraid of wasting them on a mere warrior.
A violent wind swept up and condensed into a wind blade, slicing the ground several meters long. There was also a blazing flame, which instantly engulfed and burned the figures of several Taoists.
But except for the first talisman, Qiao Mu avoided almost all the others.
He has already learned the stealth step technique and his movements are very agile.
In the distance, the eyes of Guard Chu beside Emperor Yonghe flickered slightly.
"Qiao Pifu's intuition is still there... He is indeed a martial artist who cultivates the spirit."
"It's just that... it's just that the damage to his soul seems to be more serious than I expected. His 'spirit' is obviously far inferior to that of a martial artist who cultivates his spirit. It is very weak."
"... Let's wait and see. He hasn't played his explosive trump card yet." There was no obvious fluctuation on Emperor Yonghe's face. He was still weighing the pros and cons.
Qiao Mu rushed forward with a gun, getting closer and closer to the female cultivator Mingyue.
Ever since Mingyue's talisman accidentally injured several Taoists in the melee, the encirclement around Qiao Mu unknowingly dispersed a little, which made him feel a little less stressed.
As the distance got closer, the female cultivator Mingyue's face became gloomy.
"The senior brother on the mountain hasn't taken any action yet... Are you laughing at me?"
"They are so arrogant because they think they are a little bit higher than me. They are just laughing at one another. Don't they have any fellow disciples' friendship at all..."
When the Saint was in seclusion, she knew that she could no longer count on her senior brothers from the immortal sects.
So, you can only rely on yourself.
I felt a little painful before because I didn’t want to waste high-quality talismans, but now I can’t care less.
Bone-Erosion Fire Talisman! Go!
She made a hand gesture, and as the yellow talisman burned, the air suddenly twisted.
Qiao Mu, who was charging with a gun, suddenly had his pupils shrink and glanced at his arm.
The hairs on his arms stood up at this moment. Ever since he started practicing the "Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Art", the intuition that sometimes worked and sometimes didn't came to him again.
Danger!
Die! Die! Die!
At this moment, he didn't even have time to look around to see where the attack came from. He just subconsciously released his internal energy and stepped hard to rush to the side.
The next moment.
A stream of red flames rushed past Qiao Mu's body.
The stream of fire did not hit Qiao Mu, but instead swept in five or six Taoists who were unable to dodge nearby.
“Ahhh”
Amid the creepy wailing, those Taoists were instantly engulfed and turned into men of fire.
The wailing sound lasted only for a breath before it stopped abruptly, because they were already dead. Even their corpses were burning rapidly, and their bones were burned to ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye by the bright red flames.
As a light breeze passed by, the Taoists just now turned into a pile of dust.
"Did you manage to escape... .. huh?"
Qiao Mu only felt a burning pain in his right hand.
It turned out that when the fire stream passed by him just now, it burned the gun barrel in his hand. The bright red flame burned the entire spear until it was deformed and twisted, and the flame also burned along the gun barrel to his fingers.
He immediately dropped his spear and shook his hands vigorously, but he could not put out the raging flames on his body.
"You are already dead." The female cultivator Mingyue said calmly:
"The bone-eating fire will not go out until your bones are burned clean, and the pain of the flames eating away at your bones is enough to drive a person insane."
The brief panic she had felt before had now disappeared, and she was already confident of victory.
"die?"
"How can I die if I don't kill the murderer who took human life so lightly?"
Can't put out the fire? Then let it burn!
The surging internal energy burst out, and the pores on Qiao Mu's right arm began to bleed almost immediately.
The demon disintegrates! It explodes completely!
This burst of internal energy seemed to temporarily suppress the expansion of the flames to a certain extent.
Qiao Mu abandoned the spear that had been twisted by the burns and pulled out the long sword at his waist with his right hand.
His left arm had been broken and deformed by the burly Taoist priest who had beaten him before, and he was unable to exert force. Only his right arm remained, which was still burning.
The moment the sword was drawn out, the raging red flames also spread to the sword body, but Qiao Mu immediately burst out with his internal strength and temporarily suppressed it.
pain
Qiao Mu originally possessed the ability to be immortal, and with repeated training, he was able to withstand being attacked by swords with his bare hands at the age of 15. He already possessed an inhuman tolerance for pain.
He raised his eyes and looked at the female cultivator Mingyue who was dozens of meters away.
Because of the astonishing power of the fire talisman just now, the Taoists in front of her were so afraid to avoid it that they had already scattered far away.
So at this moment, there are almost no people who can stop Qiumu.
"The murderous beast is dead!" Qiao Mu said loudly:
"Those who allow a tiger to kill people and take human life lightly will pay with their lives, even if they are disciples of the immortal sect!"
"The laws of Great Yan don't care, I do! The Emperor of Great Yan can't protect the lives of the people, I will!"
Qiao Mu, who was almost at the end of his strength, burst out with the last of his internal energy, cracking the blue bricks under his feet, and his body shot forward like an arrow.
His right arm and sword were both burning in the red flames. As his body quickly lunged forward, he left a red trail of fire in the air, like a meteor hitting the moon.
"Qiao family, you bastard, please accept death!"
Qiao Mu's figure turned into an afterimage that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and the burning sword in his hand drew an arc of light.
A silver line flashed by.
The expression on Mingyue's face, who was standing still, suddenly froze.
A line of blood appeared on the neck.
The next moment, a huge head shot up into the sky.
As soon as the head flew out, red flames suddenly lit up.
Her head and body, which were split into two halves, were instantly ignited by the strange bright red flames. Within a few breaths, they were completely engulfed, and even her bones were burned to ashes.
Only wisps of dust are left there, blown away by the wind.
Mingyue, a female cultivator of Xuantian Sect, died and her soul turned into ashes.
call
Qiao Mu flew forward and rolled twice on the ground. He stood up with difficulty and threw away the long sword in his hand that had begun to deform.
But the flame in his right arm was still spreading upwards little by little, and the remaining internal energy could no longer be suppressed.
But Qiumu didn't care anymore.
Because he is going to die soon.
He turned around and stood beside the ashes of the female cultivator Mingyue. He looked back at the Taoist priest beside him who was in complete silence, at the horrified fat official, and at the pilgrims and people who were talking about the matter in the distance.
He stood up straight, straightened his chest, and read aloud:
"Qiao family motto: Every man has his share of responsibility for the fate of his country."
"I am just a common man, neither an official nor a clerk, neither rich nor noble. Even though I die today, I only hope that morality still exists in the world!"
He let out a long sigh, his body tilted and he almost fell to the ground, and an irrepressible feeling of fatigue and weakness surged through his limbs.
Although he really enjoyed showing off in front of others, he no longer had the energy to appreciate other people's shocked expressions.
What a pity.
He turned around and looked forward.
The Taoists around him immediately retreated four or five steps.
At this moment, Qiao Mu is a human-shaped torch. Whoever steps on him will turn into ashes instantly like Mingyue, the female cultivator next to him!
Without the obstruction of the crowd, Qiao Mu's gaze fell on the plaque of Xuantian Temple.
When a common man gets angry, blood splatters within five steps. How dare he raise his knife to kill the immortal