"Even if you hide at the ends of the earth, the Martial Saint will follow his instincts and kill you one by one."
"Even if I surrender to the Immortal Sect... I can only survive for a short time, and will eventually be abandoned by the Immortal Sect!"
Wu Qingxin was just trying to shake their minds at first, but as she spoke, she felt sad...
For decades, she has lived in the gap between the Immortal Sect and the Martial Saint, practicing hard in seclusion all day long, but she has finally come to this point.
She smiled sadly and said:
"The world is so vast, from the rivers and lakes to the temples, from the secular world to the immortal gates, there is no place for you and me to survive-----Puff!"
Before he could finish his words, Qiao Mu slapped him on the back with his internal energy. He staggered forward two steps and vomited blood.
"Go on, I'm listening, say more."
Qiumu was very calm and collected.
He was so calm as if the fire was not burning on him.
For any warrior in this world who can reach the fourth or fifth level, it is naturally impossible for him to rely solely on training behind closed doors, and he must inevitably go through many battles.
But no matter how much experience one has or how rich one's fighting experience is, it is almost impossible to remain calm at the critical moment of life and death.
Yumian Feilong and others had to endure the pain of being burned by the Lihuo while using their internal energy to suppress the Lihuo, and at the same time they had to fight to the death with Wu Qingxin. Their hearts were already on edge.
But Qiao Mu is different. He fights desperately as easily as taking a shit or peeing.
While listening to Wu Qingxin talking about the secrets of the Martial Saint, he did not slow down his attacks at all and used Wu Qingxin as a punching bag.
What he was practicing on the sandbag was the essence of Changsheng Fist, the wave-ripple force. This was actually the secret skill of the Heyang Qiao family that Qiao Canxue taught him when he was in his twenties.
And now, after he turned sixty, Qiao Mu's wave-building power has finally broken through to the second level, the level of the double wave.
He punched Wu Qingxin on the back, and two levels of power, one light and one dark, burst out from his hand like waves, and two light sounds were heard from the punch.
For a martial artist who has mastered martial arts, when he throws a punch, he must use 100% of his strength.
The power of ripples and waves is about not using up all your strength and leaving some room for improvement.
Only 60% to 70% of the force is used in each punch, and at the same time, the second level of force is exerted in the extremely short time of force bursting out.
The superposition of the two forces is like overlapping waves, which can unleash more than 100% destructive power.
"Permian wave, 60% power!"
While Wu Qingxin was talking nonstop, Qiao Mu took a stealth step, appeared behind Wu Qingxin like a ghost, and punched him.
"Permian wave, 70% power!"
The explosion of the two forces from front and back was 140% of the destructive power, which made Wu Qingxin stagger again.
However, after being repeatedly ambushed by Qiao Mu several times, she became prepared and used her hard skills secretly, so this time her body only staggered a little.
"A super-limited martial arts technique that exceeds 100% of the power? Is this what you rely on? You are just sitting in a well and looking at the world."
Wu Qingxin just sneered. She was a disciple of the Martial Saint, so naturally she had an extraordinary vision. When she followed the Martial Saint in her early years, she had seen all kinds of top-notch martial arts.
When Qiao Mu rushed forward again, she raised her left and right palms at the same time, intending to fight head-on with Qiao Mu, a sixty-year-old warrior who had just entered the fourth rank.
Just behind her, a flying sword as fast as a cold star drew an arc and rushed towards the back of Qiao Mu's head.
She was a fool to confront Qiao Mugang, and this was not a one-on-one duel at all...
The two sides fought fist to fist and palm to palm. She did not seek to defeat Qiao Mu head-on. As long as she blocked Qiao Mu's attack, the flying sword could cut off his head silently!
Qiao Mu did not fail to notice the flying sword that Wu Qingxin was secretly controlling.
But he didn't care, and even enjoyed it.
Compared to dying again under the burning of the Lihuo, it is not worse to die together with Wu Qingxin.
"Old Hu, Jade-faced Flying Dragon... I, Qiao Zhong, will go first!"
Qiao Mu's brows were smiling and his expression was calm, but his inner strength suddenly burst out.
"Permian wave, 70% power... but the demon disintegrates!"
Several times the powerful internal energy burst out from his limbs and bones, almost instantly stretching the meridians in Qiao Mu's arms and causing a tearing pain.
Boom, boom!
With several times the powerful force, and the double burst of force from front to back, Qiao Mu's sudden burst of power far exceeded Wu Qingxin's expectations.
The palms of her hands were broken, twisted and deformed under the tremendous force, and the broken and twisted bones of her arms were inserted backwards into her chest.
As blood gushed out, she took several steps back.
Jade-faced Flying Dragon and others did not stand idly by.
A clear sound of metal colliding was heard.
The Jade-faced Flying Dragon used his Qinggong skills and in a flash, he raised his sword and knocked away the flying sword that was flying towards the back of Qiao Mu's head.
The other two warriors, whose bodies were on fire, took advantage of Wu Qingxin's staggering backwards and stabbed him in the back with swords.
Wu Qingxin froze, his eyes widened, and the flying sword that was knocked away finally fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Her chest stopped rising and falling and her breathing stopped abruptly.
The villagers who were standing by from afar were first terrified and frightened, and then they started to make a lot of noise.
"It's over." The Jade-faced Flying Dragon standing behind Qiao Mu sighed slightly and looked at the fire lingering on his hands and feet.
The fire was slightly smaller, but it was not extinguished.
"It's over, so why did you save me?" Qiao Mu turned around and glared at the Jade-faced Flying Dragon.
Originally, he didn't want to get too deeply involved with this group of Wu Jihui people. Just now, after chatting with Lao Hu for a few more words, he quickly stopped. He didn't expect that such a thing would happen.
The Jade-faced Flying Dragon didn’t understand what Qiao Mu said, but it didn’t matter because he would soon be burned to death too.
"... Wu Qingxin is dead, but the bone-eroding fire has not disappeared, it's just that the flames have slowed down a little." The voice of Jade-faced Flying Dragon was a little tired.
This time, Envoy Xingxuan assembled a team of eleven people, including several fourth-rank ones, but in the end, the entire army was wiped out.
"I heard that the Bone-Eroding Fire Talisman is a talisman created by great cultivators in the immortal sect specifically to target ordinary warriors. There is no chance of winning if you take it head-on. Even a third-grade spiritual warrior can only rely on his superior intuition to dodge it."
"I thought that Saint Wu Qingxin had only been practicing the way of immortality for a short time, and that we had a chance to defeat her, but I still underestimated her..."
Perhaps it was because he was about to die, the Jade-faced Flying Dragon, who had been quite dignified before, now started to talk a lot.
The warriors whose hands and feet were on fire sat in silence and used their internal energy to release their internal strength. Even though they knew they were going to die, they still wanted to struggle one last time.
"Ah..." Someone sighed, and the atmosphere suddenly became depressing.
And with this sigh.
The bearded swordsman walked out from the sea of fire.
To everyone's surprise, at this moment not only was his breathing even and steady, but there wasn't even a spark on his body.
"Old Hu, you..." At this time, everyone noticed that something was wrong.
The bearded swordsman said nothing and just put his hand on the scabbard at his waist, his hand blurry for a moment.
More than ten sharp sword lights flashed by, and then blood spurted out, and large pieces of flesh and blood flew out.
The four warriors, including Qiao Mu, had blood gushing out of their bodies, and even a fifth-rank warrior had his arm chopped off by the bearded swordsman in an instant.
"you---"
When everyone was filled with shock and anger, they were shocked to find that the fire that was lingering on their bodies had disappeared into the air along with the bright light of the sword.
"The bone-eroding fire has been extinguished?" The Jade-faced Flying Dragon was shocked.
He vaguely realized that this was completely different from the exquisite swordsmanship displayed by the bearded swordsman before.
No matter how exquisite the knife skills are, they are just a skill that can separate burning flesh and blood from intact flesh and blood.
But they have been burned by the Li Fire for some time, and the Li Fire may have penetrated into their bones. How can they be separated
"Are you trying to extinguish the Li Fire by force?"
"Is it relying on more powerful internal energy, or some other kind of power... There are indeed warriors in this world who can deal with the Lihuo of immortal cultivators..."
The Jade-faced Flying Dragon soon had no time to think.
Because at the moment when the bearded swordsman drew his sword, an extremely strong shudder arose spontaneously, and he subconsciously tensed his whole body, and his breathing seemed to have stopped.
Qiao Mu looked down at his body.
The flames on his body had also gone out, and on the part of his skin that had not yet been burned by the flames, one could see the hairs standing up.
This is the strong intuition honed by Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue, which is giving a crazy warning!
Die! Die! Die!
This time, the intuition was even stronger than the first time Qiao Mu faced the bone-eroding fire talisman exhaled by the female cultivator Mingyue. It seemed as if he had to exert all his strength to maintain normal breathing.
It's not just Qiao Mu, Yumian Feilong and others who have practiced "The Holy Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Art".
Even the saint Wu Qingxin, who was supposed to be dead because her chest was pierced by a sword, began to tremble slightly at this time.
First the fingers trembled, then the pupils, and finally the whole body.
She raised her head slightly and looked at the person who came with trembling pupils.
At some point, a bright moon rose from behind the clouds, and the faint moonlight passed through the mountains and forests, casting a silvery light on the ground.
In her pupils, the bearded swordsman walked slowly, step by step, and his figure gradually enlarged in her field of vision.
As he moved forward, the remaining flames on the ground around him also fell to the ground and slowly went out.
It seemed as if the fire of the immortal talisman that could burn all the ordinary warriors in the world would also prostrate itself or even disappear in front of this man.
The skin and facial features on the bearded swordsman's face were slowly moving and changing, finally transforming into a completely different and unfamiliar face.
This is a face whose exact age cannot be determined. His eyes are as deep as the abyss, like an old man who has seen all the vicissitudes of life but remains calm and composed. However, there are no age spots or obvious wrinkles on his face. His face is broad and calm, but his brows are slightly furrowed.
Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Her hair was a grayish-white color that only middle-aged and elderly people have, but it was also thick like that of a young person. Especially under the dim light of the night at this moment, it seemed to be shining with a faint luster.
"Qingxin, I sent you to Xuantian Sect to practice for 20 to 30 years, and gave you so much time to perform, but in the end..." The man looked down at the dying Saint Wu Qingxin at his feet, with only a hint of disappointment on his face:
"That's it?"
"Martial Saint..." Wu Qingxin raised her head, clenched her teeth, and her charming face looked a little ferocious at this moment:
"The Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Technique is a two-way induction technique. Even if you created this secret technique, you can't hide your tracks in one direction."
"Why?"
"Because I am a martial saint." The martial saint simply said:
“Just because the Martial Saints of 20 or 30 years ago couldn’t do it doesn’t mean the Martial Saints of today can’t do it.”
"If a martial saint cannot keep pace with the times and make continuous breakthroughs, how can he be called a saint? How can martial arts compete with immortality?"
"The iron rule of the Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Art cannot be broken unless one disperses the power."
"So, I specially created another secret method, the 'Xuanming Breathing Technique', which can restrain the warrior's 'spirit' and leave only the level of strength training, avoiding the vague perception of intuition."
Wu Qingxin's pupils shrank slightly, and he wanted to say something, but couldn't.
The practice of the immortal path takes endless years. She practiced hard in seclusion all day long, just to cross the gap between immortal and mortal. Twenty or thirty years passed like a blink of an eye.
But it is not the case with the Martial Saint.
The Martial Saint said calmly:
"I named you 'Qingxin' because I hope you can have a clear mind without any distractions, but your mind is just a little off."
"Your aptitude in martial arts and immortality is actually not bad, but your character is bad. How can you enter the path of spiritual cultivation when you are so afraid of me?"
"Your mind is shaken, and you dare not break through even in the martial arts or immortal ways. Are you afraid that you will die in my hands after breaking through, and lose confidence in your choice, and your Tao heart will completely collapse?"
At this moment, the remaining flames around completely disappeared.
The flickering of the bone-eating fire all depended on Wu Qingxin's thoughts.
The Martial Saint did not deliberately put out the remaining fire on the ground, but the remaining fire crawled and even disappeared.
This means that Wu Qingxin has completely lost his mind.
The flames went out, and the faint moonlight in the mountains and forests became the only source of light.
In the moonlight, the Martial Saint stretched out a hand, and his arm expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This is not a case of a strong warrior tensing his muscles to make his arms appear visually larger.