“Of course it’s... the list of heroes compiled by Bai Xiaosheng decades ago, the top ten in the martial arts world!” Jade-faced Flying Dragon said shockingly, attracting the attention of everyone around him.
The most famous figure in the secular world of Tingchao Tower is none other than Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng fifty years ago.
The most famous thing Bai Xiaosheng did was to compile a hero list and comment on the martial arts heroes of the world.
The Martial Saint forty years ago was a first-rank general in the imperial court and also a first-rank warrior.
He was at the peak of his career in the court, and was considered to be the leading military official in Dayan.
The chief military officer refers to his ability and power as an official, rather than his personal martial power.
Although the Martial Saint at that time was strong, he was not yet the leader in martial arts.
In fact, before and after the Alien War, the Martial Saint was ranked eleventh on Bai Xiaosheng's list of martial arts heroes.
As we all know, there are two TOP1s, five TOP3s, and twenty TOP10s.
Those who are ranked as the top ten in the world by Bai Xiaosheng are naturally ten people who are far ahead of others.
"The tenth on the hero list at that time was a swordsman named Hu." Jade-faced Flying Dragon exclaimed:
"It is said that the swordsman was originally the imperial chef of the palace. He slaughtered all kinds of rare and magical beasts in the imperial kitchen for twenty years."
"One day, a third-rank assassin broke into the palace and wanted to knock out the imperial chef..."
Qiao Mu was moved by what he heard. Does this plot sound familiar
"Then the third-rank assassin was killed by the imperial chef who raised his butcher knife against someone for the first time."
"From then on, he left the imperial kitchen of the palace, mastered the art of butchering a cow, and became the best swordsman in the world."
When talking about the martial arts anecdotes of the last era, everyone was fascinated.
The old martial arts world before the Alien War was naturally very different from the martial arts world of today, and they could only get a glimpse of that bygone martial arts world from the stories passed down by word of mouth from their ancestors.
Jade-faced Flying Dragon was gradually becoming absorbed in what he was saying:
"Whether it's the Know-It-All or the Heroes List, they are all things of the past."
"With the alien war forty years ago, the old martial arts world quietly passed away, and the hero list has become a thing of the past."
"A hundred thousand elite soldiers of Great Yan were annihilated, leaving only the Martial Saint alive. As the only survivor, he subsequently abandoned his official position and title and escaped into the martial arts world among the common people."
"After the Alien War, countless people placed their hopes on the top ten masters of the time, hoping that they could turn the tide and defeat the Alien."
"But they eventually fell silent, and disappeared without a trace in the years that followed."
"Some say that they, like the Martial Saint, have been defeated or even died in battle; others say that they have kowtowed to the aliens and become slaves of the Martial Arts..."
"Forty years have passed, and no one knows their whereabouts, and gradually no one cares."
"From now on, the Heroes List has become a piece of waste paper. The so-called top ten heroes in the world are nothing but chickens and dogs in front of the strangers."
"And the swordsmanship of this swordsman named Hu..." Jade-faced Flying Dragon's eyes fell on the sword of the bearded swordsman.
He had seen the swordsman cut Qiao Mu's arm cleanly and efficiently before. Each slash of the sword avoided the vital parts and bones of the arm accurately, and ultimately Qiao Mu was injured but not disabled. It was by no means an easy task.
"You don't mean to say that he was the tenth best swordsman in the world back then?" asked Thunder Hand.
"Of course this is impossible." Jade-faced Flying Dragon shook his head:
"But maybe he could be a descendant of the sword master back then, or a disciple?"
Everyone was slightly enlightened.
The swordsman was murderous by nature. He did not hesitate at all to kill the villagers who were on fire.
If this person is really the descendant of the sword master who was killed by an alien, it makes sense.
As he spoke, the Jade-faced Flying Dragon glanced at Xingxuan Envoy from the corner of his eye, but Xingxuan Envoy was completely shrouded in a robe and mask, revealing no emotion at all.
At this time, most of the villagers with fire on their bodies had been killed.
The remaining people were burned to death by the fire before they could pounce on Qiao Mu and others, and they let out terrifying howls before they died.
Further away, villagers holding pitchforks were frightened and fled.
The swordsman Lao Hu did not chase after him. He stood there, leaning on his sword and breathing heavily.
"As you get older, it's normal for your Qi and blood to decline." He sighed.
"Don't guess randomly. I am definitely no longer among the top three in Tingchao Tower."
He had excellent hearing and was able to hear the discussions of Yumian Feilong and others in the back even in the fierce battle.
"I have used up a lot of my internal energy. I will have to trouble you again when I meet the Saintess Wu Qingxin next."
"... That's natural."
"Old Hu, just take a rest for a while." The others naturally nodded in agreement.
Envoy Xing Xuan did not take action from beginning to end. He just ordered Qiao Mu and others to fight. Now he continued to wave his hands and give orders:
"Since so many villagers have appeared, we must have reached the Saint Maiden Village."
"Follow them!"
Everyone used their Qinggong skills to run wildly for a while, and sure enough, the front suddenly became clear and a village in the mountains appeared.
The village was not too big, but at this moment every household had their doors and windows closed, no one made any sound, and it was as quiet as a ghost village.
But everyone was a warrior with keen senses, so they could naturally realize that many villagers were hiding in these houses.
Qiao Mu took the lead and kicked open a tightly closed wooden door. Inside the door were a middle-aged farmer holding a pitchfork and looking frightened, and his wife and daughter.
Qiao Mu had seen this farmer holding the pitchfork before. He had just seen him behind the burning crowd. Later, he was frightened by Lao Hu and fled.
"Tell me, where is your Saint Wu Qingxin?" Qiao Mu shouted.
Although these villagers looked terrified, they remained silent and could not provide any useful information.
"Your people were burned to death, but you are still protecting your saint?"
After hearing this, the farmer's face turned even paler and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He had witnessed with his own eyes the villagers being burned to death by the fire, which obviously put him under tremendous mental pressure.
"The Saint is the Supreme Immortal of Xuantian Sect, how could she be wrong?"
"It was because their hearts were not sincere enough just now that they could not withstand the burning of the holy fire... They died because of their own sins!" the farmer murmured to himself.
Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes, slowly unsheathed the sword in his hand, and looked coldly at the ten-year-old girl behind the farmer.
"I..." The little girl opened her big eyes, her dark pupils trembling violently, and she stammered:
"I... don't know."
At this moment, the sigh of the swordsman Lao Hu appeared at the door:
"You won't get any results if you ask like this."
"In the forty years since the Alien War, the trend of seeking immortals and worshipping gods has swept the court."
"The immortals are extraordinary, immortal, and extremely powerful, so they have become the world's yearning, the lighthouse of the world, and the idol of the altar."
"Fools only know how to worship gods blindly. Even if the gods in their eyes are wrong, they will deceive themselves and make up a suitable excuse."
"They put this collar on themselves."
"Asking with your mouth will not yield any results."
After saying that, Lao Hu took a step forward and passed Qiao Mu. Before Qiao Mu could react, the knife in his hand flashed by.
puff...
The farmer was bleeding profusely and he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Have you heard of Lingchi?" the bearded swordsman said calmly:
"It is said that the most skilled executioner can cut a person into pieces thousands of times without killing him, letting him suffer every bit of pain until his last drop of blood is drained. This death is much longer and more painful than those who were burned to death in the past."
"Guess how many blows you can endure? How many blows can your wife and daughter endure?"
The farmer was shaking like a sieve and pointed in a direction with a pale face.
... .
This Holy Maiden Village was originally named Guojia Village. It was just an ordinary small village among the mountains.
Ever since Wu Qingxin built a temple here, it has been known as the "Holy Maiden Village".
In the northeast corner of the village, there is a solitary temple where mountain people kowtow three times and bow nine times every day.
Although the village is not populous, the incense is still constantly burning.
The more powerful immortal cultivators would look down upon this little bit of incense, but to Wu Qingxin, who was not qualified to ascend the Xuantian Temple in Heyang Prefecture, he regarded it as a treasure.
now.
In that temple, amid the scent of incense, there was a woman in white sitting cross-legged in meditation.
Her posture and temperament were vaguely similar to the statue behind her.
At this moment, the saint girl Wu Qingxin was sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the temple, closing her eyes and regulating her breathing.
But I could already hear the sounds of hurried footsteps, shouts, and fighting, which gradually became clearer as they got closer and closer.
"Won't it delay for much longer?"
She sighed slightly and stood up.
This Holy Maiden Village was the foundation that she secretly ordered Wu Nu to build. If it wasn't for delaying time so that she could reach the foundation-building stage, she would not have been willing to sit idly by and watch these devout believers commit suicide.
"If I hadn't been inexplicably restless and unable to enter a state of meditation, how could it have come to this?"
"We can only... kill them all first."
She stood up, grasped a long sword beside her, her expression turned cold, and she said indifferently:
"Except for the Star Mysterious Envoy who is hiding his head and showing his tail and not taking action, there are six people in total."
In front of her, Qiao Mu and others had already arrived.
When the two groups met, they rushed towards each other without any nonsense.
Except for the swordsman Lao Hu, who was leaning on his sword and recuperating his strength in the back, the other five rushed forward and surrounded the saint Wu Qingxin.
Wu Qingxin had already achieved the fourth level of cultivation twenty or thirty years ago. Even though he turned to cultivating immortality, his martial arts skills were still extraordinary.
He wielded the sword so flawlessly that not a single mistake was made. He possessed superb swordsmanship and remained calm even when surrounded by five people.
"The Secret of the Bull's Divine Power!" The sturdy man held the giant axe in his thunderous hand, and the muscles in his arms bulged. The already exaggerated and ferocious muscles expanded even more.
"Let go!"
There was a loud bang, and although Wu Qingxin raised her sword to block the axe, the sudden surge of force made her unable to resist, and the sword in her hand flew out.
Just as everyone was about to attack, they saw the flying sword turn in the air, pierce through the throat of the strong man Thunderbolt Hand as fast as lightning, and then return to her hand.
"five."
Wu Qingxin made a hand gesture and his body flashed, and he actually split into five identical Wu Qingxins, each holding a sword to fight against one of them.
"This immortal cultivator also has a method of splitting himself?"
While everyone was surprised, the five Wu Qingxins fought for only three rounds before their bodies were surrounded by red fire. They dropped their swords and stopped defending, and simply opened their arms to hug everyone in front of them.
Caught off guard, several people were pounced on by the saint who was surrounded by flames.
The burning Wu Qingxin's body quickly deformed, twisted and turned black in the fire. Everyone then realized that they were actually several lifelike paper figures.
In an instant, everyone, including Lao Hu who was patrolling in the rear, was enveloped in the sea of fire.
For a moment, the only one left on the field was Xing Xuanshi of the Wu Ji Association, who had not participated in the battle and was still intact.
But at this time, even he felt a little uneasy.
The Bone-Eroding Fire Talisman is almost unsolvable for warriors. Once stained with it, even the top three rank spiritual warriors cannot get rid of it and can only cut off their arms to survive.
If the arms are touched by the flames, they will be cut off; if the legs are touched by the flames, they will have to be chopped off. But if both hands and feet are touched by the flames, is there any way to survive
Cut off his own hands and feet? In that case, he would naturally become a cow or sheep to be slaughtered in front of Wu Qingxin.
Although the swordsman Lao Hu has superb sword skills, there are things that cannot be done no matter how skilled he is. Just now he could only cut off flesh to survive, but now he is going to cut off all the flesh in his body
"Zero." Wu Qingxin's body floated, and he reappeared in the air with a flying sword on his feet, looking down at the five or six people trapped in the fire below.
"The outcome has been decided."
Ordinary warriors only know how to use fists and weapons at most. How can they compare with the ever-changing magic of immortals