He stepped forward repeatedly, and his internal energy burst out from his feet again. He faced the Lihuo that everyone tried to avoid head-on, and pounced at Wu Qingxin like an arrow from a bow.
This pounce not only surprised the swordsman Lao Hu and others, but also Wu Qingxin.
She was about to unfold another talisman, but Qiao Mu rushed towards her and slashed down with the long sword surrounded by aura and fire.
"How brave."
She put her hands together, and with the internal strength of her palms, she clamped the sword's tip. At the same time, she bent her knees and hit Qiao Mu in the abdomen, knocking him backwards.
Wu Qingxin glanced at her hands that were burned by the Lihuo. Without her making any move, the Lihuo, which the warrior could not avoid, was quickly extinguished, only burning a layer of skin on her hands.
"Rise!" She stepped on the flying sword and soared into the sky again. In a few breaths, she disappeared from everyone's sight.
"She escaped again... Why didn't you chase her?"
Qiao Mu looked at his gradually burning right arm, then turned around and looked behind him, just in time to see two blurry human figures in the fire, which turned into ashes in the wind, and the ashes were blown away by the wind.
After the brief fight, Wu Qingxin only consumed some of his magic power and his hands were slightly injured, while Qiao Mu had already lost two more people.
The two men were both fifth-grade with slightly weaker lightness skills. They couldn't even survive the first round of talisman fire and were reduced to ashes in an instant.
"Qiao Zhong, why did you push me away just now..." The bearded swordsman Lao Hu came forward at this time. He looked at Qiao Mu's burning right arm with a strange expression.
"Well... because you haven't exchanged secret books with me yet, it would be a pity if you died." Qiao Mu thought.
In fact, he didn't think too much about it. The main reason was that he was used to risking his life to save others, so he rushed forward subconsciously just now.
"Really... a woman's kindness." Old Hu shook his head slowly. He looked at Qiao Mu's burning right arm and drew out the long knife in his hand.
Chapter 89: Strange Skills (3k
After Wu Qingxin left, the strange red fire gradually died down and did not turn into a raging fire.
Only a few piles of ashes were left on the spot, which were the ashes of two fifth-rank warriors.
Including the three people including Xu Cheng, the soul-catcher who were burned to death beforehand, nearly half of the eleven people recruited by Xing Xuan have been killed.
Wu Qingxin's only injury was caused by Qiao Mu risking his life to rush forward and burning her hands with the fire.
"Don't panic. Whether it's a warrior's internal energy or a cultivator's magical power, it takes a long time to recover." Xing Xuan Envoy said in a deep voice:
"Wu Qingxin is already a discarded child of Xuantian Sect. It is impossible for him to have a large number of elixirs for recovery."
"She is now exhausted, otherwise why would she flee? When her strength is exhausted, she will be killed."
Does Xing Xuanshi of Wu Ji Hui intend to kill Wu Qingxin by force... No wonder he summoned ten people this time.
This thought flashed through Qiao Mu's mind, and at the same time, the internal strength in his arms continued to burst out, fighting against the burning bone-corroding fire.
"Qiao Zhong, don't move." The bearded swordsman's expression became serious. He walked closer to Qiao Mu with a knife in his hand. There were flashes of cold light on the long knife, and his eyes were fixed on Qiao Mu's arm.
But a flash of cold light appeared, and he chopped out several times with the knife in his hand.
A large piece of flesh and blood wrapped around Lihuo was cut off by him, and Qiao Mu's arm was immediately covered in blood and blood gushed out.
The large piece of flesh and blood was burned up almost in the blink of an eye as it left Qiao Mu's body.
The burning on Qiao Mu's bloody arm had stopped, as if the consecutive cuts had accurately separated the burning flesh and blood from the relatively intact flesh and bones.
The bearded swordsman threw the long sword in his hand, which was entangled by the fire, into the ground and quickly deformed and twisted in the burning fire.
"Don't they say... once you're entangled by Wu Qingxin's Bone-Eroding Fire, you'll have to cut off your arms to survive?" Qiao Mu was slightly surprised.
At first he thought that he was ignorant again, but then he came to his senses when he saw that the people around him, even including the Xingxuan Envoy of the Wu Ji Association, were all staring at the bearded swordsman.
The swordsman simply said:
"Your internal strength is not bad. It can temporarily suppress the expansion of the Li Fire. The fire has not yet burned your bones, so you can still be saved."
"Of course, I am just giving it a try, I am not sure. If I cannot stop the expansion of the Lihuo, then I will have to cut your arm off again."
"That's easy to say. This brother is truly an extraordinary person. His swordsmanship is so meticulous that he can even carve tofu with a Dragon Slaying Sword." The white-robed swordsman, Jade-faced Flying Dragon, also praised:
"It seems that those who dare to hunt down Wu Qingxin really have their own unique skills."
"This swordsman has reached a high level of skill and martial arts."
The swordsman's hands were so steady and so precise.
Just like the legendary butcher Ding butchering an ox, he cut open Qiao Mu's arm delicately, quickly and accurately.
With several consecutive cuts, not only can the flesh be cut, but the bones will not be damaged.
In one fell swoop, Qiao Mu's serious injury, which could have crippled him, was reduced to a minor one.
"These two are both ruthless people. One dares to draw his knife, and the other dares to just stand there and let him chop..." The sturdy man, Pili Shou, also murmured in his heart.
This time, the hunting team of the Holy Maidens was temporarily assembled by Envoy Xingxuan, and there was not much communication and trust among them.
However, the cooperation between the two in this operation surprised him.
"Old Hu, your knife skills are amazing." Qiao Mu waved his bleeding arm and applied a simple bandage to stop the bleeding.
"They are just some minor paths, they don't count." Old Hu said casually:
"Didn't you hear someone from Chaolou introduce you here?"
"The people in Tingchao Tower are very well-informed. Those who can enter the three rankings of strength, power, and skills of Tingchao Tower warriors are truly amazing."
"Compared to them, what does my humble swordsmanship mean?"
"Can you tell me more about the three lists of strength, power and skills?" Qiao Mu became more alert and asked again.
"Qiao Zhong, you are not young anymore, how come you have never heard of this? How many years have you been practicing martial arts behind closed doors?" The swordsman was a little surprised, but considering Qiao Mu had blocked the sword for him before, he still explained:
"In the old days, the martial arts world only vaguely divided the martial artists into internal and external martial artists."
"Since the rise of the Martial Saint, today's martial arts have gradually explored three paths."
"The blood and flesh martial arts is a group of warriors who constantly pursue the power of blood and flesh, and the vigorous blood and qi. They are similar to the external martial artists of the past."
"The inner strength martial arts believes that inner strength is the foundation of a martial artist. Even in old age, before the qi and blood decline too much, the inner strength can still be increased. The older you live and the longer you practice, the stronger your inner strength will be."
"Some of them even thought that as long as they could break the limit of their lifespan, they would be able to rely on their ever-increasing internal energy to compete with those immortal cultivators sooner or later."
"For example, the head of the Qiao family in Heyang back then, practiced the Changsheng Fist to a high level. He was over eighty years old but his blood and energy remained strong, and his internal strength was incomparably powerful. He was even ranked in the top ten in the world on the Tingchao Tower's strength ranking."
"As for the art of martial arts, it is for people like me who study unique skills and specialize in weapons, fists and kicks, and practice each martial art to a high level."
"The most famous legend in the martial arts world is that there was once a martial arts master who was over 80 years old and whose blood and energy were declining, but whose sword skills were divine. He defeated a second-rank divine warrior of the imperial court in his prime with a wooden sword."
"Any martial artist who can make achievements in the three martial arts of strength, power and skill can be listed on the three lists of Tingchao Tower."
"In fact, in addition to this, there is also the third-grade soul-refining martial arts, but I don't know much about these..."
"Even you, Old Hu, a fourth-rank warrior, couldn't make the list?" Qiao Mu asked tentatively.
"Haha, this is just a little trick." Lao Hu smiled and said:
"Just now, were you really thinking about exchanging martial arts secrets with me, so you pushed me away?"
"Yeah." Qiao Mu blinked.
"What a clumsy lie. How can there be such a stupid person in the world?" Old Hu shook his head.
"Don't you still want to teach the art of sex to people all over the world? How can you die here with such a lofty ideal?" Qiao Mu said casually.
"... You don't really believe it, do you?" Old Hu frowned and thought for a while, then took out a few thread-bound books from his arms and threw them to Qiao Mu.
Qiao Mu took a closer look and saw that the books on hand had titles like "The Art of Recognizing Scents", "Beating People with a Big Stick", and "Yellow Dragon Exploring the Clouds".
"No matter what you think in your heart, now we are even now." Swordsman Lao Hu glanced at Qiao Mu's right arm and said calmly:
"I don't need your help, and you don't need to meddle in my business."
"...Okay." Although Qiao Mu is not afraid of death, he will not try to please someone who doesn't like him.
It’s fine even if we’re even.
After all, this bearded swordsman looks like a strange man, and his swordsmanship is very detailed. If he gets too involved with him, what if he secretly saves his life like Wang Songhe did in the past
At this time, everyone had treated their injuries and continued to chase in the direction of the Saint.
The sky gradually darkened, and the leaves of the entire forest rustled in the mountain breeze.
There were faint screams in the wind, like the howling of ghosts and wolves.
When I looked closer, I saw a faint glow of fire under a big tree in the distance.
She was a middle-aged village girl who seemed to be in her forties or fifties. One of her arms had been touched by the strange fire and was burning, causing her to scream miserably.
"It's Wu Qingxin again... torturing people on purpose."
Qiao Mu's eyes turned slightly cold and he was the first to rush forward.
"Stand still." He shouted immediately and reached out to touch the hilt of the sword at his waist.
He had now gained experience from being burned by fire, and knew that the burning of the fire could not be delayed. As long as he cut off the man's arm as soon as possible, he would not be burned to death.
But just as Qiao Mu stepped forward, the village girl with her arm on fire suddenly had a kind of fanaticism on her face that Qiao Mu could not understand, and rushed towards him.
"The blazing holy fire will burn my remains. I will die without regrets protecting my holy daughter..."
Qiao Mu's eyes flashed, and he stepped on the belly of the burning village girl like lightning, stepping her directly under his feet.
But flashes of fire appeared before my eyes again.
"The blazing holy fire, burn my remains..."
In this desolate wilderness, unexpectedly, forty or fifty people appeared, all with flames on their bodies and fanatical looks on their faces, and rushed towards him.
These dozens of people seemed to be just ordinary villagers, but Wu Qingxin seemed to have concealed their aura with some kind of magic, thus deceiving Qiao Mu, who had keen senses.
At this moment, he looked back again, and found that the bearded swordsman and others were standing more than ten steps away, with no intention of moving forward. Only he rushed forward alone.
"It's not easy to live to this age in today's world." Old Hu sighed slightly.
They were not sure whether this was a trap or not, but these people were deeply involved with the Wu Ji Society and would not easily be kind enough to save the village girl who was on fire in the wilderness.
"So that's how it is..." Qiao Mu's face turned slightly cold as he stepped on the village girl who was on fire.
He was the first one to rush up to save people, but he knew he would not die, so he dared to step into the trap and act recklessly.
"It turns out that there were no innocent people being tortured by Wu Qingxin, only fools who assisted the evildoer."
Qiao Mu breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he swung the sword in his hand and chopped off the head of the village girl who was still trying to reach out to him.
He didn't die because he was skilled and quick in reaction, but the village girl really wanted to kill him.
"Although it's a bit too soft-hearted, it doesn't look like the patient is terminally ill. The illness is not too serious." The bearded swordsman commented and walked forward.
The strong man Thunderbolt Hand and others in the distance were afraid of the fire and did not get close. They just drew their bows and arrows or threw hidden weapons from a distance to kill the villagers who were on fire.
The bearded swordsman was the only one who dared to approach and fight. He looked at the villagers expressionlessly and said:
"Foolish people only know how to blindly worship gods and immortals. The doctrines have been ingrained into their brains. They are beyond redemption and should be killed!"
His sword skills were superb, and he charged into the crowd of villagers on fire as if he were in an empty space, without getting any sparks on his body.
Chapter 90: Encirclement and Killing of the Saint (4k
The bearded swordsman walked straight into the crowd, swinging his sword and killing as if he was in an empty space.
His knife skills were extremely precise. Each blow was aimed directly at the vital points of the human body, and each blow meant a life.
The Jade-faced Flying Dragon and others in the back were just throwing hidden weapons from a distance and watching the battle from the side. When they saw this scene, they looked quite shocked.
With their strength, they are naturally far superior to these villagers whose bodies are on fire.
But if you are a little careless and get a spark, it will be impossible to extinguish and you will either die or be disabled.
They did not have the exquisite swordsmanship like the swordsmen, so they did not go forward for close combat.
It’s not that they don’t dare to risk their lives, they just won’t risk their lives with these ordinary villagers.
"The people that Envoy Xingxuan has recruited this time are quite extraordinary." The sturdy man, Thunderbolt Hand, commented:
"Is the swordsmanship master surnamed Hu really not on the three lists? Even if his Qi and blood internal strength are slightly inferior, he should still be on the skill and martial arts list..."
"He is not on the three lists of strength and power, but there is a famous swordsman named Hu on the other lists of Tingchao Tower." Jade-faced Flying Dragon suddenly said this.
"What list? Can it be more valuable than the three lists of strength and power skills?" Thunderbolt Hand asked again.