There was a creaking sound.
Wu Qi was pushing open the door of the Mingyue Sect's main building.
The lobby of the main building was spacious but a little dark, and the smell of blood became stronger as it came from the front.
An old man with white hair on his temples was standing with his back to them, with corpses lying on the ground under his feet... These corpses were not ordinary corpses, each of them was skin and bones like a mummy, and their death was horrifying.
"Coming?" an old voice said.
With a plop.
The old man threw down another drained corpse in his hand, slowly turned his head and looked at the person who came.
"Mo Mingzhi, why are you crazy?" Xing Xuan swept his eyes around the corpse on the ground, his eyes showing obvious shock.
The corpses on the ground were all wearing the uniforms of the Mingyue Sect's disciples.
There were a dozen or so corpses in particular, who were wearing green disciple uniforms with a golden bright moon logo on them. They were clearly the core disciples of the Mingyue Sect, the "Thirteen Swords of the Mingyue".
"You used the Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Art to drain the blood and power of your own disciples? Even the disciple you cultivated for half your life, the Thirteen Swords of the Moon?"
Seeing the corpses on the ground, Xing Xuanshi judged that there must be something seriously wrong with the old man's mental health.
I just don't know whether this matter was caused by the Immortal Sect or there were other twists and turns.
"You are a little late, but not too late."
Mo Mingzhi has a rather kind face. He doesn't look like the leader of a small sect, but rather an old scholar with a bookish air.
Just the next moment.
The wind suddenly blew, and the old man flew by like an eagle, with his hands clenched into a fist and flew towards Wu Qizheng... the tree behind him.
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There are disciples of the Martial Saint and the Star Mysterious Envoy standing next to me, and you picked me to fight? Do you really think I'm a pushover
Although Qiao Mu was old and didn't like fighting, he naturally wouldn't back down when this person came to him for a fight, and the other party was just a mere sixth-rank...
Bang!
The two men pressed their palms together, and an internal force much more powerful than Qiao Mu's came at him, knocking Qiao Mu back seven or eight steps, with the wooden planks beneath his feet cracked.
"Is this the sixth rank?"
Qiao Mu stopped and glared at Xing Xuanshi beside him.
As expected of a person with the word "Xuan" in his name, when has the intelligence of this Star Xuan Envoy ever been accurate? It turns out that it is all metaphysics.
"The previous Mo Mingzhi was a sixth-rank one." Xing Xuan Envoy explained:
"But it seems that Mo Mingzhi has absorbed the blood and skills of many of his disciples. He may be even stronger than he was at the peak of his prime and has returned to the fourth rank."
Before Xing Xuanshi could speak, Mo Mingzhi pounced on him again.
"Why do you want to resist?" The old man's cloudy eyes were full of bloodshot, and his voice was a little hoarse:
"I am stronger than you. If you resist me, you will die. So you might as well surrender and let me absorb your power. We can both maintain some dignity."
"What kind of nonsense is that? You are better than me?" Qiao Mu laughed immediately after hearing that.
Seeing Mo Mingzhi rushing out again, his mind suddenly moved, and his blood and energy surged rapidly:
"Demon Solution-----"
No, I can't die yet. I'll disintegrate next time.
Qiao Mu suddenly remembered this and quickly changed his tactics, hastily dodged sideways, but was hit by Mo Mingzhi's palm. He staggered and felt a slight sweetness in his throat.
Fortunately, he had practiced hard martial arts and was able to block it, so the injuries were not too serious.
"Ripples and waves are strong, double waves."
Qiao Mu took the stealth step and moved as fast as a ghost to the side of Mo Mingzhi. He exerted force with both palms, imprinting on Mo Mingzhi's waist.
Just as he was about to release the second level of internal energy again, he saw that Mo Mingzhi ignored the injury on his waist and slapped Qiao Mu on the head.
His originally shriveled arm swelled up, muscles bulged, and he slapped out with a whistling sound, pointing directly at Qiao Mu's head.
You fight yours and I fight mine
This style of play seems a little familiar.
Qiao Mu forcibly restrained his strength, and the internal energy under his feet burst out, barely dodging Mo Mingzhi's palm by turning sideways.
It is not cost-effective for Qiumu to exchange injury for injury.
Because Mo Mingzhi has absorbed many disciples, his internal strength is estimated to be 60% or even 50% stronger than Qiao Mu's.
In a head-on fight, even though Qiao Mu had practiced hard skills, it would be obvious that he would find it difficult to withstand the attack of an enemy who was stronger than himself.
So in this battle, Qiao Mu relied more on the Shadow Step that he had already mastered to some extent, constantly dodging and moving around, trying his best to avoid Mo Mingzhi's attacks.
Xing Xuanshi and Wu Qizhen did not intervene in this battle.
"Qiao Zhong, if you can't become a seed, then become food." Xing Xuan's eyes behind the mask were indifferent:
"If you die, it means that you are only this level, and cannot become the martial arts seed in the heart of the martial saint."
Wu Qizhen looked at Qiao Mu a few more times, but his mind was more focused on looking around, as if he was trying to determine if there were any immortal cultivators lurking in secret.
In this battle, Qiumu was in great danger.
No, we cannot say that there were dangers lurking around us, but rather that we were restricted in our efforts.
It was obvious that Mo Mingzhi was not in his right mind. Every time he attacked, he attacked without defense, and he exchanged injuries for injuries.
Before, Qiumu would definitely like such a straightforward enemy.
He wished that the whole world was filled with warriors like him, so that he could die at the speed of light.
But it's different now.
Considering his own safety, Qiao Mu could not use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique freely. He could only exert 70% to 80% of his strength and was clearly at a disadvantage.
This time, Qiumu finally understood the frustration that his former enemies felt when facing him.
"Is this a fourth-grade? He's seventy years old, is he that powerful?"
Qiao Mu dodged repeatedly, feeling confused.
Mo Mingzhi is over seventy years old, older than him, and has entered his old age. His energy and blood have declined, and his strength has dropped to the sixth level.
But by absorbing internal energy and blood, he not only returned to the fourth level, but his whole body was also obviously full of blood and energy, just like a muscular Turtle Hermit.
Every time his palm gusts pass by, it has the power to break monuments and shatter rocks.
A thought flashed through Qiao Mu's mind: As long as the qi and blood are strong enough, can I still regain my vigor even when I am old
Although a warrior's energy and blood will decline with age, this decline is obviously relative.
For example, when compared with Mo Mingzhi, who is over 70 years old, or even the Martial Saint, Qian Qian, who is over 85 years old, his qi and blood are far inferior to those of Qian Qian, who is over 30 years old.
As long as your martial arts skills improve quickly and your energy and blood are sufficient, what does aging matter
Of course, whether the qi and blood of the elderly are aged or not is only one aspect.
What is more important is the spirit in one's heart.
If a warrior is in a bad mood, cherishes his life and is afraid of death, he will not be able to display much of his strength even if he has great strength.
"I don't want to, please."
Qiumu was no longer distracted and had random thoughts.
He glanced at Mo Mingzhi who was attacking fiercely, and at the bodies of many disciples behind him who were almost sucked dry, and a nameless anger suddenly rose in his heart.
"He's absorbing the energy from his own disciples. What kind of martial arts spirit rhinoceros technique is this? What kind of evil demon is this that won't die?"
Qiao Mu roared, his eyes widened, stomped his feet on the ground, and faced Mo Mingzhi head-on.
This time, he did not wait for an opportunity to dodge, but faced the enemy head-on as he was familiar with.
"I don't care about you, the demon will disintegrate!"
In an instant, Qiao Mu's blood seemed to boil, and surging internal strength emerged from his limbs and bones, increasing several times in a short period of time.
"Ripple wave force, double wave!"
Two levels of force, one bright and one dark, exploded successively, hitting Mo Mingzhi's chest.
Just one hit.
The terrifying force caused a small part of the old man's chest to collapse, and the whole person flew backwards, hanging on the wall like a painting. The wall cracked and dust fell down.
Wu Qi was watching all this silently, and finally took a step forward.
"Leave him alive," he said.
"Is it Lord Wu Qizhen?" After being hit by Qiao Mu, the bloodshot in Mo Mingzhi's eyes faded a little, and he became a little more sober.
He trembled and said, "If I am to die, I hope to die at the hands of a martial saint, so that he can absorb my power and blood."
"Of course, if Master Wu Qizhen wants this skill, you can take it."
Wu Qi was frowning and didn't move a step.
"You have plenty of energy and blood. Although you are seriously injured, you are not dead yet. You are not at the stage where you need to leave a last word, right?"
"And instead of such boring last words, it's better to explain what happened." Wu Qi pointed to the body that had been sucked dry on the ground nearby.
Mo Mingzhi was silent for a moment and recalled:
"Just yesterday, I accidentally ran into Taoist Chiyang from Xuantian Sect in Tiger City."
"The Taoist Chiyang was the one who escorted the emperor, so I followed him carefully... Soon after, the Taoist Chiyang appeared at the gate of my sect."
"I thought the truth had been revealed, but I didn't expect that Taoist Chiyang didn't seem to notice it. He just asked about my Mingyue Sect and why it was called this name."
In fact, Mingyue Sect is just a name.
It's nothing more than taking advantage of the popularity of the immortal sect, giving it a more high-sounding name, and recruiting more disciples for the sect.
This was also the response given by Mo Mingzhi at that time.
"When the Taoist Chiyang heard this, he flew into a rage and said that I was just an ordinary warrior and that choosing such a sect name would damage the reputation of Xuantian Sect. So he came to my door and killed my own son and the sect's true teacher with his flying sword... making my half-life efforts go to waste!"
Wu Qizhen glanced at the many corpses at Mo Mingzhi's feet, and his serious expression relaxed slightly.
Mo Mingzhi met with such a tragedy, not because he was discovered while being spied on, but simply because of the name "Mingyue Sect", he was killed
A feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.
"So, the corpse under your feet was actually killed by Taoist Chiyang from Xuantian Sect?" he asked.
"No." Mo Mingzhi raised his head, his bloodstained robe still oozing blood, his face was as indifferent as water:
"I killed them with my own hands."
At this time, a dense and brisk sound of footsteps came from the attic, and dozens of people rushed out from the dark, surrounding Qiao Mu and others.
Chapter 105 The So-called Martial Arts Leader (3k
Seeing that more than a dozen people surrounded Qiao Mu and others, Xing Xuanshi's voice turned cold.
"What do you mean? The Immortal Sect killed your family and the sect's true disciples, so you betrayed the Wu Ji Society?"
At this moment, he no longer cared about their old friendship.
"Betrayal? I didn't betray the Wu Ji Society."
Mo Mingzhi straightened up while panting, a faint morbid flush of excitement appeared on his old face, and he shouted in a deep voice:
"I am just a front-line person now. How can I attract the Martial Saint or his disciples without lying about the intelligence?"
"I am already old, and now all my efforts in half a lifetime have gone to waste... I might as well give up this old body. Please kill me first, Martial Saint, and then kill the stranger in the future!"
"We are also willing to die to kill strangers..." The other dozen warriors also looked excited.
They each held a sword in their hands, and the weapons were stained with blood. They surrounded Qiao Mu and others, but had no intention of attacking.
"They are all like me, warriors whose families were destroyed by aliens. Their character is still good. I also taught them the "Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Secret". They are the people I have recruited over the years." Mo Mingzhi's eyes were filled with sadness.
"Plus, now that I have returned to the fourth rank, I am qualified to be the food of the Martial Saint, right?"
Wu Qi was slightly startled, and then his eyes fell on the many corpses on the ground. He understood in his heart that most of these people had gone crazy.