Cold stars twinkled in the darkness, and the lingering air on the tip of the gun dragged a trail of light in the darkness.
The first weapon Qiao Mu used was the spear, and now the only thing he has mastered is the military spear technique he used at the beginning.
This kind of battlefield spearmanship involves practicing a simple stabbing strike over and over again until it is perfected.
However, no matter how Qiao Mu attacked, the Martial Saint just sat on the throne without moving, even his posture did not change.
The only thing that moved was his right index finger.
No matter how the spear in his hand moved or from which angle he attacked, the Martial Saint's index finger would always appear in front of the tip of his spear.
"You are quite good at using a spear. Have you ever been a soldier in Da Yan? Ha."
In his early years, the Martial Saint was also a first-rank military officer who led troops to fight. During the battle, he leisurely recalled the past events:
"My first half of life as a martial saint went smoothly. I became the top martial artist at the age of 20, and I succeeded in spiritual cultivation at the age of 30. At the age of 40, I was already a first-class martial artist, and even a first-class general in the court, with countless elite soldiers under my command."
"In the first half of my life, I made rapid progress in martial arts and was successful in my career as an official. I was surrounded by high-ranking officials and top warriors. When I returned victorious from the battle, the people lined the streets to cheer me, and the emperor awarded me honors."
"When I was forty-five, the alien war broke out. I realized that all the good things in my previous life were just illusions. I realized that civilization, gentleness and humility were just illusions."
The Martial Saint pointed his finger at the tip of Qiao Mu's spear again.
bite.
With a crisp tremor, the tip of the gun shattered and the gun body broke into two pieces.
"When I was forty-five, I realized that the greatest truth in this world is that the strong prey on the weak. The so-called civilization is just a disguise."
He moved his index finger slightly, and with one finger he annihilated all the sword light phantoms that had just appeared in the temple, once again blocking the swift sword light.
"Aren't you going to ask me why it's always others who sacrifice themselves, and why it's not me, the Martial Saint, who dies?"
The Martial Saint's gaze gradually turned cold.
"Because they are weak."
He bent his index finger and lightly tapped the blade of the sword.
Buzz.
With a violent tremor, Qiao Mu's body flew backwards, with his knuckles cracked and bleeding.
"The essence of the world is the survival of the fittest." He recited slowly.
At this time, Qiao Mu's sword and spear had shattered, and he no longer had any weapons in his hands, only a pair of fists.
But he still did not retreat, and even charged forward with greater force.
"The demon disintegrates! Ripple wave force, double wave!"
He threw out both fists, his blood boiling, and pounced on the Martial Saint who was sitting in the temple.
At this time, the Martial Saint even retracted his index finger and just sat there motionless, allowing Qiao Mu's thunder-like fists to hit his chest.
Bang bang.
With a slight sound, Qiao Mu's body shook slightly, and his fists made clearly audible bone-breaking sounds.
"Weakness is a sin." The Martial Saint sighed softly:
"And I, who survived to the end, am stronger than all of them."
He finally extended a hand.
After the hand was stretched out, it expanded and grew at an extremely fast speed.
Rumble.
This small dilapidated temple has completely collapsed. Under the moonlight, the Martial Saint once again pinched Qiao Mu's face between his index finger and thumb and lifted him up high.
This scene was exactly the same as before, except that between the Martial Saint's two fingers, a different person had appeared.
Yumian Feilong and others who were watching from afar felt a sudden tightness in their hearts.
Qiao Mu, who was pinched by the Martial Saint's two fingers, was bleeding all over, his bones were broken, but he was still forcing a smile:
"Martial Saint, if you eat me, can you kill the immortals?"
"If you want to call this 'eating', that's up to you." The Martial Saint simply said:
"Of course not."
With the actions of the Martial Saint, if he could defeat the immortal cultivators, then all the immortals in the world would be wiped out by him.
As he said this, his eyes vaguely swept over Yumian Feilong and others in the distance, causing the latter to shudder subconsciously.
"It's a bit weak, not even qualified for me to absorb it." He was slightly disappointed.
"Hahaha..." Qiao Mu, who was caught between two fingers, burst into laughter:
"Martial Saint, have you ever heard of me? I am a member of the Qiao family!"
"...boring." The Martial Saint frowned slightly.
"You were willing to die before, but now you regret it? Are you using your family background to pressure me?"
"Guess how many aristocratic families have been destroyed by me? How many Qiao families have been destroyed?"
"My Qiao family is naturally different." Qiao Mu said loudly without blushing or panting:
“Martial Saint, I, Qiao Zhong, am only the weakest of the Qiao family. I am over sixty years old and have not yet cultivated my spirit. I am really ashamed.”
"But above me, the Qiao family still has many elders and masters, and hidden elders."
The Martial Saint was slightly startled. What was this person talking about before he died? Was he planning to betray his family
I only heard Qiao Mu continue to say loudly:
"Martial Saint, you have killed countless lives to complete your own martial arts."
"My Qiao family motto is: Do not seek to live at the expense of benevolence, but rather sacrifice your life to achieve benevolence."
"In that case, aren't you, the Martial Saint, and my Qiao family a perfect match?" The sixty-year-old man who was held between the Martial Saint's fingers laughed loudly at this moment:
"What's the point of eating those weaklings who are not even as good as me?"
"Martial Saint!" The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he shouted loudly:
"Let me ask you, if you eat all the flesh, bones and blood of my Qiao family, can you kill the immortal?"
Under the cover of night, Jade-faced Flying Dragon and others listened to the horrifying conversation between the old man from the Qiao family and the Martial Saint. They were so terrified that they almost fell to the ground.
Chapter 95: The Qiao Family's Declaration of War (4k
"Let me ask you, if you eat all the flesh, bones and blood of my Qiao family, can you kill the immortal?"
These words were so deafening that Jade-faced Flying Dragon and others who were watching felt suffocated and had difficulty breathing.
One dares to eat.
One dared to let him eat.
The conversation between Qiao Zhong and the Martial Saint was completely beyond the understanding of these martial artists.
"What does Qiao Zhong want to do? Betray his family?" The two warriors looked at the Jade-faced Flying Dragon next to them.
"This----" Jade-faced Flying Dragon's brain was stuck at this moment.
If Qiao Mu suddenly said that he wanted to sacrifice himself, who was already doomed to die, to save these temporary teammates, they would not be completely unable to understand.
After all, although such characters are extremely rare and basically only exist in the stories told by storytellers, they do exist.
But, should he sacrifice his own family to save these few strangers he met by chance
This is obviously unreasonable.
"Qiao Zhong must have other purposes. Perhaps there really is a powerful Qiao family in this world, and he is challenging the Martial Saint in the name of the Qiao family?" Jade-faced Flying Dragon could only think of this one explanation:
"Sign a life-and-death challenge in the name of the Qiao family, and use the blood and flesh of the Qiao family to fill the gluttonous mouth of the Martial Saint?"
As for what Qiao Mu said, there are many powerful and hidden elders in his family... .
The more Jade-faced Flying Dragon thought about it, the more unlikely it seemed. He regarded it as just words used to reassure the Martial Saint, an exaggeration.
After all, Qiao Zhong is not young anymore and claims to be in his sixties.
Even if there are elders in his family who are stronger than him, how many are there
The lifespan of an ordinary warrior is not much longer than that of an ordinary person.
The eighty-five-year-old Martial Saint is another matter.
A warrior like Qiao Zhong, who is sixty years old and still has strong energy and blood, is already a very rare practitioner of superior internal skills, and his attainments must be very high.
The head of the Heyang Qiao family who was exterminated at the beginning practiced the Qiao Changsheng Fist. It is said that the power of the Changsheng Fist is so profound that he is only eighty years old but his energy and blood are still strong.
A hundred years ago, a martial arts master emerged from the Qiao family in Heyang. He was a hundred years old but his blood and energy were still strong. He was already a world-famous figure. Even the then Emperor of Dayan heard about this and specially summoned him to the palace to teach him the secret of longevity.
So, in the Qiao family that Qiao Zhong mentioned, how many elders and reclusive clan elders are there who are older and stronger than him who is sixty years old
The Martial Saint knows this better than Jade-faced Flying Dragon and others.
So in response to Qiao Mu's words, he just curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile that made Yumian Feilong and others shudder.
"What Qiao family? If there really was such a big family in this world, I would have destroyed it long ago."
"But the fighting spirit is not bad."
He loosened his fingers.
Qiao Mu, who had been pinched unconscious, was left to fall onto the grass.
"Since you have already made up your mind to die, then just continue to live in disgrace. Let the Qiao family behind you come to retaliate against me and challenge me. It doesn't matter how many of them come."
The Martial Saint only thought that Qiao Zhong was just uttering harsh words before his death and did not take it too seriously.
"The same goes for you." The Martial Saint turned his head and looked at Yumian Feilong and others in the distance without any emotion:
"You can continue to be afraid of me, continue to hate me."
"Remember your weakness and powerlessness as a weak person today, and then live on in humiliation."
"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Don't despise the young and poor." He said earnestly:
"Become stronger, practice martial arts hard, and then one day, stand in front of me again and challenge me like Qiao Zhong did. Try to kill me, or die in my hands."
The Martial Saint looked down from above, looking down at Yumian Feilong and the others who had almost collapsed to the ground:
"Killing me is your only chance of survival."
"Not killing us? No, it's not that he won't kill us, but isn't it the right time yet? In the eyes of the Martial Saint, we...are fruits that are not yet ripe." The Jade-faced Flying Dragon looked miserable.
He took a deep look at the Martial Saint and Qiao Mu who had fallen to the ground seriously injured beside him, as if he wanted to imprint these two people deeply in his mind.
Then he supported the other two people who were also seriously injured, and turned and left.
However, he was unable to help the fifth-rank warrior who had a broken arm.
His arm was cut off by him with a single blow after the Martial Saint appeared.
"What are you standing there for? Why don't you hurry up?" Jade-faced Flying Dragon frowned and urged:
"The Martial Saint's temperament is unpredictable. If you don't leave now, he might change his mind later."
"Leave? Where to go? I have also practiced the Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Art. Where is there any place for us to stay in this remote corner of the world?"
The armless warrior just laughed miserably:
"If I escape today, I will live in fear and anxiety for the rest of my life."
These words made Jade-faced Flying Dragon silent for a moment.
Wu Qingxin is stronger than all of them, and has much better qualifications and talents. She was already a fourth-grade cultivator many years ago, and later turned to cultivating immortals. She was named a saint by the Xuantian Sect.
But the three thousand disciples including Wu Qingxin, and even the martial arts masters of the previous generation, are all the resources to become a Martial Saint.
No matter how hard they practice, how far can they reach
"Martial Saint." The warrior with the broken arm gritted his teeth, his hair standing on end, staring at the Martial Saint:
"I would rather die here than be reduced to the same category as you, a man-eating demon, and become your food---"
He swung the long sword with his only remaining left arm and slashed at his neck.
But the knife failed to cut it down.