Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

The person who came was a tall and burly man, with a sword and a wine gourd hanging on his waist. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bright and cold.

It was the fourth-grade god-refining warrior sword ghost described by Fangyuan.

While Qiao Mu was sizing up Sword Demon, Sword Demon was also sizing up the old man in front of him.

The old man is already very old. Not only his hair is white, but the skin and flesh all over his body are also sagging, and the corners of his eyes are drooping. This is an obvious sign of declining energy and blood, indicating that he is very old.

"Cheap goods are not good, and good goods are not cheap. This painting of mine is worth this price." The old man smiled and had no intention of giving up the price at all.

The sword ghost bargained casually, but when he saw that the old man did not relent, he deliberately looked angry:

"Then, uncle, please wait patiently for the person who was taken advantage of."

But he was clear in his heart.

Isn't the drunkard's intention to drink?

The sword ghost smiled secretly in his heart.

This old man is obviously not ordinary.

Although his skin and flesh were flabby and his energy and blood were declining, his breathing and breathing were quite rhythmic. Even though he had been under the scorching sun for most of the day, he was still calm and relaxed, without much fatigue.

This shows that this person is obviously an internal martial artist, and his internal skills are not bad.

But it's just not bad.

Aging in old age and declining Qi and blood are natural laws that cannot be countered by human effort.

The one who can achieve "aging without fading" is the Heyang Qiao family back then... Not to mention that the Heyang Qiao family has been destroyed, the martial saints who took away the kung fu are all dead.

Even if one is successful in refining the Immortality Fist and can grow old without aging, this is obviously not the case.

The essence of longevity boxing is to lock the essence and prevent it from being lost. Therefore, the original head of the Qiao family, and even the martial arts master of the Qiao family a hundred years ago, although they are old, their appearance does not show signs of aging, and they have a youthful appearance.

And the old man in front of him... He dared to hold this Blood Moon Diagram and even shouted out the sky-high price. He probably didn't look like a fool who had a treasure without knowing it, but he thought he had something to rely on.

But no matter how much he had to rely on, he was already old, his energy and blood had declined, and he was no longer as brave as he once was.

"Have you misjudged your own strength? This is the imperial capital." Sword Demon smiled secretly in his heart and glanced at the blood moon map again.

As a god-refining warrior who had seen the Blood Sun Picture, he had no doubt that both pictures were made by one person.

Just wanting to discover the mystery in this painting requires a long period of observation, and it is not something that can be understood overnight.

After seeing the rumored people who entered Taoism through martial arts, Sword Demon had a greater desire for such paintings involving divine martial arts.

He suppressed the desire in his heart, turned around and left without looking much.

Even if you don't count the immortal cultivators entrenched here, this imperial capital has always been a place of crouching tigers, hidden dragons.

This old man acted so irrationally that in less than a day, he alerted the Sword Demon, which was obviously a way to die.

..

As the sun sets over the western mountains, the sky darkens little by little, and a bright moon rises slowly.

Qiao Mu had already put the blood moon picture in his arms and was walking on the road on the outskirts of the city.

Along the way, he walked along the less traveled road, and before he knew it, he had reached the entrance of the alley on the outskirts of the city.

This is a dark alley, quite spacious, but there is no one around, and the only sound of Qiao Mu's lonely footsteps can be heard in the alley.

But in silence, someone appeared and blocked his way.

It was the tall sword ghost with a sword and a wine gourd on his waist.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

The sword ghost only smiled slightly and didn't waste any words.

He put his hand on the scabbard of the sword at his waist, but the sword in his hand was not unsheathed. Instead, there seemed to be a flash of cold sword light in his eyes.

There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the eye.

His eyes were like two extremely sharp swords, as if they were going to cut open Qiao Mu's brain, and the overwhelming pressure immediately emerged.

At this moment, Qiao Mu felt as if he had been struck by an electric shock, his whole body trembled slightly, his eyes briefly lost their energy, and he was at a loss.

The sword demon's sword also came out.

The sword came out like a stream of autumn water, and the sharp sword light struck Qiao Mu's neck. However, at the last moment, the sword force changed and struck behind Qiao Mu.

Just at this time.

Two figures emerged from the corner of the dark alley. They were going to take advantage of the chaos and pounce on the dazed tree, but now their pounce seemed to be pounced on the sword demon's sword.

laugh.

The sword light cut through the air, slicing open the left arm of the swordsman on the left. The wound was deep enough to see the bone, and blood dripped out.

"Have you noticed that my two brothers are lurking in the dark...or is this the intuition of a third-grade god-refining warrior?"

These two swordsmen are both at the fourth level of Qianjin. They are also well-known figures in the Zhongzhou area. They are known as the "Flying Snow Dual Swordsmen".

Qiao Mu was setting up a stall to sell paintings today, and they happened to be passing by the antique street, so they naturally noticed this.

But then they saw the "Sword Demon" appear to ask for the price, so they hid in the dark, thinking of making a fool of themselves in the dark.

I didn't want to compete with the sword ghost who had become a god of refining, but I just thought that there were two of them, and they would only have to fight for a while, and one of them would take the opportunity to grab the blood moon map and then escape.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got out, one of them had his arm slashed by the opponent's sword, almost losing his arm.

"Haven't you ever fought against a god-refining martial artist? Your horizons are too small."

The sword ghost held the sword in one hand and looked at the two swordsmen with a smile.

Against two people, he was calm and composed, and even took the initiative to attack, stabbing out with the sword in his hand.

His sword is not very fast, and his swordsmanship cannot be said to be very exquisite, which is about the same as that of these two fourth-level swordsmen.

But what makes these two swordsmen extremely uncomfortable is that they are two against one. Even if they see the flaws in the sword ghost's sword moves, the sword ghost can always dodge in the flash of lightning.

"Can't hit!"

"His movements are not fast, his swordsmanship is not very good, and his inner strength is not much stronger than ours, but why..."

After going back and forth, they didn't even touch the sword ghost with the sword in their hands, and their hearts gradually became anxious.

"Ignorance." The sword demon seemed to know what they were thinking, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Why do you think that a martial artist who refines the spirit is ranked third grade, while a pure warrior who practices strength is only a fourth grade, no matter how strong he is?"

"If there is no big difference, why does the imperial court divide the world's warriors into three, six or nine grades and grant them the position of casual officials of different grades?"

The principles of martial arts are achieved with fists.

Thousands of years ago, there was no spiritual martial art in the world, and the limit of martial arts was the fourth level. The limit of the fourth level was the limit of a martial artist, the soft upper limit of the human body.

From now on, we can only rely on the long years to slowly accumulate internal strength.

And after the warriors figured out a clear way to refine the gods, the upper third level emerged that was superior to those who practiced martial arts.

intuition!

This is the strength of a third-grade warrior.

"I only know how to practice strength and strength. After all, it is a small path." The sword ghost narrowly avoided the slashes of the swordsman on the left by turning sideways, and stabbed the swordsman on the right in the shoulder, causing blood to flow like a stream.

One-on-one, he easily avoided the attacks of the two swordsmen as if he were strolling in a courtyard.

"How can the hunters in the mountains defeat the ferocious wolves, tigers and leopards?" He stared at the two swordsmen with eyes like swords.

"Are you competing with the tiger for strength? Whose claws and teeth are sharper?"

"Of course not!"

During the breaks between fights, he occasionally used the witnessing technique, supplemented by verbal attacks:

"The human body has its limits, and the fourth level is the limit!"

"Mortals can defeat wolves, tigers and leopards, relying on their brains and the sharp weapons in their hands!"

"You only know how to practice strength and strength, but you are just idiots competing with jackals and tigers for strength and speed."

"As for me, the god-refining warriors, we practice intuition, which is the sharp blade in the hands of hunters that can hunt tigers and leopards. This is a breakthrough from zero to one. What can you do to stop it?"

At this moment, his eyes were like invisible sharp swords piercing the air, shocking the swordsman with a broken arm to the point of being shaken all over, and his movements slowed down a bit.

Zheng!

Amidst the crisp sound of the sword, a big head soared into the sky.

The sword ghost's voice was like thunder, and he was roaring:

"Only the strength and tenacity of the mind can be truly powerful. This is the way of our warriors!"

Chapter 136 The one who escaped

Before the emergence of Lian Shen Martial Arts.

For top internal strength martial artists, the main battles are based on the amount of internal strength, the strength of the body, and the subtlety of the moves.

But for a god-refining warrior like Sword Demon, things are different from before.

For them, the fight between warriors is not only a physical fight, but also a spiritual confrontation.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

Whether it is the Sword Demon's witnessing skills or the heart-wrenching words uttered from his mouth, they are no longer limited to physical combat.

Even though their physical bodies and internal energy are as different as each other, the powerful mind has given the sword ghost a very sharp intuition, which allows him to avoid the combined attack of the flying snow and two swords in the flash of light and stone.

And the ease with which he showed himself between the two swordsmen put a huge psychological pressure on both of them.

"From practicing strength and strength to practicing spirit, this is a breakthrough from zero to one."

The sword ghost watched the flying head fall to the ground, and the headless corpse fell to the ground, but his face remained as calm as ever.

"How can a stupid and reckless man who only knows how to practice strength be my enemy?" His voice was low, and he continued to attack with the sword in his hand.

As the sword ghost slashed out with his sword, decapitating the swordsman on the left, the remaining swordsman was even more shocked.

"You dare to kill my brother?"

The swordsman was filled with shock and anger. The joints of the hand holding the handle of the knife turned white. It was obvious that he was extremely frightened and angry.

"Blood Shadow Kung Fu!"

The energy and blood all over his body was almost boiling. Apparently he used an explosive method similar to the disintegration of the demon, and his body suddenly turned into a streak of blood!

Um?

The sword ghost's eyes suddenly revealed a strange light.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of danger piercing his back, which was an instinctive warning from his intuition.

A martial artist who is successful in refining gods can even reach the state of "the cicada awakens before the autumn wind blows", making it difficult to be assassinated or ambushed.

But in the brief moment when the swordsman broke out, he felt a severe threat that made his hair tremble...

He...might die?

But how is this possible? The other party is just an ordinary fourth-grade person. He only made a name for himself in Zhongzhou through the two brothers joining forces. Now that one of them is dead, how can it be possible...

In the flash of lightning, the sword ghost turned from offense to defense, holding his sword in front of his chest in a defensive posture.

Then he saw the swordsman fleeing towards the rear at an astonishing speed.

"Brother, if I die here, no one will be able to avenge you." The swordsman gritted his teeth and said:

"Just wait, I will definitely bring bad luck to this sword demon within a hundred years."

With Feixue's double swords working together, they were no match for Sword Demon alone, and he killed one of them with ease.

Now one of them is dead, so how can he survive if there is only one left?

While escaping quickly, the swordsman did not forget to look back from the corner of his eye.

He already knew how terrifying the god-refining martial artist was, and maybe his intuition was so keen that he could detect that he had no desperate intention at all and was just a false shot.

However, when he turned around, he was stunned. The sword ghost was standing still at this moment?

Fooled by his feint? Also gave up the pursuit?

wrong!