Qiao Mu and others could clearly see that the bones in the Martial Saint's palms were making slight crackling sounds, and they expanded from the size of an ordinary person to a size larger than Wu Qingxin's face.
"What kind of immortal have you been cultivating for all these years?"
He stretched out his thumb and index finger, pinched Wu Qingxin's cheek with both fingers, and lifted her up.
"Disobedient and incompetent children will be killed."
"Then finally, let me ask you..." Martial Saint put away his nonchalant expression and asked:
"What is Wu?"
The voice of the Martial Saint echoed in the mountains and forests, and drifted far away with the cold mountain wind.
Wu Qingxin's body began to tremble unconsciously, as if she had returned to the timid little girl in her childhood.
She answered involuntarily: "Martial arts emphasize the body. The so-called martial arts is the process of refining essence into qi, transforming essence into internal strength in the body, and then continuously strengthening the body. When the body is strengthened to the point where the five senses are sharp and the internal strength fills the dantian, you can embark on the path of refining the spirit..."
"What is martial arts?" Saint Martial asked again without any fluctuation in expression.
She said carefully: "The so-called martial arts means struggle..."
"What is martial arts?" the Martial Saint asked again.
She trembled and said, "The so-called martial arts is to stop the war. Before picking up the weapon, you must first put it down. Martial arts is a spirit. The brave are fearless and the benevolent are invincible. It is not limited to being brave and aggressive."
The Martial Saint looked at him quietly, still with no expression on his face.
"Fuck you, I told you to practice Taoism and you learned to beat around the bush?" The Martial Saint showed impatience on his face:
"The so-called martial arts is the fist." He clenched his fist as big as a clay pot and said sternly:
"If your fist is big and hard enough, it's martial arts."
"The skill that can defeat the enemy and kill the enemy is martial arts."
"Weakness is a sin, and falling behind will lead to being beaten. We warriors should strengthen ourselves, constantly grow stronger, and make our fists bigger and harder."
He clenched his fists, and under the moonlight, his fists were actually slowly growing bigger. The blood vessels on his arms were as hideous as earthworms, and were even wriggling slowly.
"Then let me ask you again, what is Wu Ji?" he asked.
This time Wu Qingxin did not answer immediately, but thought about it carefully before answering:
"The purpose of the Wuji Association is to achieve martial arts perfection, break the old sectarianism of the martial arts world, collect the top martial arts secrets in the world, and derive martial arts to a higher level in order to fight against immortals... no, against extraordinary people."
Seeing that the Martial Saint was showing some impatience again, she continued hurriedly:
"Martial arts is the ultimate in martial arts."
"The way of immortals emphasizes the spirit and soul, while the way of martial arts emphasizes the body. The two should only differ in direction, not in strength. The ultimate goal of martial arts is to defeat immortals with martial arts."
"If you don't train your fist to be the biggest and hardest, bigger and harder than an alien, that's the ultimate in martial arts!"
Just like checking all the answers when facing a multiple-choice problem, Wu Qing's mind was in a mess and all the conceivable and unexpected answers came out of his mouth.
And the Martial Saint just shook his head slightly.
"If warriors like us only train our fists to be the biggest and strongest, and then act tyrannically and bully the weak, what's the difference between us and the aliens?"
"Martial arts is to stop war, and stopping war is martial arts!" shouted the Martial Saint.
This answer was the same as the one Wu Qingxin had denied before. She wanted to argue, but she didn't dare.
“So what is the so-called martial extreme…” The Martial Saint looked up at the moon, bathing in the soft moonlight.
His muscles are ferocious, exaggerated but not abrupt, and have the beauty of a marble sculpture under the moonlight.
"The ultimate goal of martial arts is to use the ultimate force to kill all the aliens in the world and bring eternal peace!"
"This is the way of the warrior!"
After saying.
Wu Qingxin's pupils dilated slightly between his two fingers.
The face, which looked like that of a young girl in her twenties, began to shrink and wrinkle rapidly, losing its vitality like a withered yellow leaf.
Then his head drooped and he died completely.
Chapter 93: Challenging the Strongest Martial Artist (4k
The Martial Saint was bathed in the moonlight, his angular muscles looking like steel and iron.
The body of Wu Qingxin between his fingers withered and completely lost its life, and finally slipped through his fingers like a leaf falling in the wind.
Yumian Feilong and others looked up at the man's sculpture-like back, and their hearts trembled like Wu Qingxin before.
A man's reputation is like the shadow of a tree.
Before, Jade-faced Flying Dragon talked eloquently, and expressed a lot of regret and emotion when talking about the martial arts world that had passed away forty or fifty years ago.
But now, they met the man who had ended the old martial arts order.
Martial Saint.
A man who became a saint through martial arts, calling himself the second best martial artist in the world, but who has already been the leader of martial arts in the world.
His existence itself is a bloody monument in the history of martial arts.
It was from him that martial arts began to differ between the ancient and modern times.
At this moment, they were facing the Martial Saint who was standing in front of them alive, and their instincts were giving them crazy warnings. It was like a lamb meeting a tiger, and they did not have the slightest thought of becoming an enemy of him.
There is no one in the world who practices martial arts who does not fear the Martial Saint.
This is the consensus among warriors, and it is the truth that martial saints have taught to them at the cost of their blood over decades.
On the one hand, there are many warriors who respect and admire this leader of martial arts, and even hope that this legendary martial saint will one day be able to use martial arts to defeat the immortals and bring down those immortals who are high above the clouds.
But on the other hand, they have a deep fear in their hearts.
This Martial Saint is no pushover.
He broke the old order of the martial arts world, destroyed countless famous martial arts families, and snatched martial arts secrets, but he did not rely on any charismatic persuasion or a brief duel.
But by killing.
Qiumu also took a deep breath.
The warrior's five senses are sharp, and he has also practiced the "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros Secret" of the Martial Saint. At this moment, his body's instincts are as crazy as the Jade-faced Flying Dragon's.
When people are extremely frightened and depressed, they will feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, their heart rate will accelerate, and their legs will feel as if they were filled with lead, making it difficult for them to walk.
And now he was trying to overcome the instinctive fear of this body.
"Is the change in his face the "Blood and Flesh Transformation"? Using the powerful 'God' to control the changes in his flesh and blood, he can change his appearance..."
Qiao Mu had also practiced this secret method created by the Martial Saint, so he quickly came up with a guess.
But there was still a huge sense of unreality in my heart.
It was hard for him to believe that the swordsman who studied the art of sex in his spare time was the same person as the world-famous martial saint in front of him.
"So, the swordsman Lao Hu before was just your disguise? Martial Saint." Qiao Mu asked in a deep voice:
"You made up that thing called Tingchaolou's ranking list? Is that why your last name is Hu?"
As soon as this voice came out.
Before the Martial Saint could react, the faces of Jade-faced Flying Dragon and others behind him had already turned pale.
Why did you provoke him? Why did you ask him
None of them dared to make a sound, trying their best to reduce their presence, for fear of attracting the attention of the Martial Saint.
So what about Qiao Zhong? Why is he still talking to me at this time? Hasn't he heard of the Martial Saint's fierce reputation
If Qiao Zhong had not been the first to stand out from the sea of fire and fight against Wu Qingxin, and had not been the one to fight to the death alongside them, they would have wanted to strangle him to death first.
Under the moonlight, the Martial Saint slowly turned around.
"It's not really a lie." He stared at Qiumu, and it could be seen that he was a little surprised.
"My name is definitely not on the list of Tingchao Tower."
"After all, what qualifications does Tingchaolou have to be named after me, the Martial Saint?"
After saying that, he stared at Qiao Mu with interest.
Decades ago, he did as Wu Qingxin had said before and established the Wu Ji Hui and gathered martial arts talents from all over Kyushu.
The Martial Saint is extremely murderous and would often exterminate entire families, but he would show leniency to gifted geniuses and accept them as his disciples, or even as adopted sons and daughters.
"The Secret of the Martial Spirit" is a secret method of cultivating the mind that can be practiced by even low-level warriors, and it places the greatest emphasis on one's character.
Mind and character are also the basic requirements for the third level of spiritual cultivation.
With Qiao Mu's current body in his sixties, he is naturally not a martial arts genius at all.
What makes a martial arts saint take a second look is not the aptitude in martial arts, but the character and will.
"Have you overcome your psychological fear in such a short time?" Martial Saint murmured:
"Based on this alone, your character is already stronger than Qingxin."
"And you are not young anymore, you must be in your sixties, right?"
"At this age, you dare to act like this. It's worth my while to say a few more words to you."
As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.
The young man was stubborn and dared to confront a martial arts giant like the Martial Saint. The Martial Saint had seen such people before in the past few years.
But if people are older and understand more, they often know when to advance and retreat, and know the gains and losses. They think twice before doing anything.
So the fact that Qiao Zhong, a man in his sixties, was still acting like this in front of him did make him take a second look.
Yumian Feilong and others also looked at Qiao Mu in surprise, but Qiao Mu himself was the only one who remained calm.
In fact, he is not as good as the Martial Saint praises him.
His desire to die overcame his instinct to survive.
"The old Hu you're talking about died decades ago. I killed him."
At this point, the Martial Saint glanced at the Jade-faced Flying Dragon beside him with a half-smile:
"Weren't you quite excited when you were talking about Lao Hu earlier? Haven't you reacted yet?"
These words woke Jade-faced Flying Dragon up from his dream, and he had an incredible guess in his mind.
He had previously speculated that the bearded swordsman, Lao Hu, might be the descendant or successor of the sword-fighting leader from decades ago.
But according to what the Martial Saint said now, could it be that the face of the swordsman is the leader of the sword art from decades ago
Considering the actions of the Martial Saint, it is possible that the tenth-best person in the world back then did not die at the hands of immortal cultivators, but was murdered by the Martial Saint!
"So, what you said is generally true? What Wu Qingxin said is also true?" Qiao Mu just smiled faintly.
He has heard a lot of truths.
But the truth is just a matter of words, and what you do is another matter.
Born immortal, Qiao Mu did not have much awe when facing the Emperor of Dayan, the Martial Saint, and the Immortals.
Moreover, he still remembers the goals he set at the beginning.
The reason why he wanted to assassinate the emperor was actually to use the Great Yan court to kill the Martial Saint.
The reason why he wanted to kill the Martial Saint was because of Qiao Canxue's blood feud.
Qiao Canxue was Qiao Mu's guide in the martial arts world. Although the two have parted ways, she once made it clear that she would take revenge on the Martial Saint herself rather than let Qiao Mu do it for her.
That was Qiao Canxue's choice.
But Qiumu also has his own choices.
At this moment, he took a deep breath, and tried to take steps as heavy as lead, walking towards the man who was as tall and majestic as a hill.
"You and Wu Qingxin just spoke beautifully about the great principles you should use the ultimate force to establish eternal peace."
"But what you did was to kill all the great sects and families in the world, using your three thousand disciples as nourishment to achieve your own martial arts."
"I've only heard that the immortal cultivators were bullying the Great Yan imperial court. After the Martial Saint was defeated, he didn't raise his butcher knife against the immortals. Instead, he raised his butcher knife against the weaker folk martial arts world."
"The strong wield their sword against the stronger, and the weak wield their sword against the weaker."