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

The swordsman noticed something strange.

Behind the sword ghost.

The old man, who had always been regarded as meat on the chopping board by both parties, had climbed up from the ground at some point, with a strong look of curiosity reflected in his old eyes.

"...Weird." The swordsman had not embarked on the path of refining gods, but at this moment he instinctively felt something was wrong with the strong power. Not only was his body not slow, but he also escaped a little faster.

The wrinkled old man stretched his muscles and bones, and the joints all over his body made a crackling sound.

As an immortal, he didn't have any fear in his heart. At first, he didn't even respond to the witnessing technique of Wayne, the best god in the world, let alone the sword ghost in front of him.

There was no fear in Qiao Mu's heart.

But strong fear flashed through Sword Demon's heart at this moment.

The intuition of the god-refining martial artist is very strong, and he can predict the enemy's opportunities and detect the danger in advance.

But now, he sensed that there was a source of danger behind him that was far greater than expected.

"Is this the god-refining warrior?"

An old voice sounded behind him, with deep curiosity in his voice.

Qiao Mu had come into contact with some god-refining warriors, but the only one he had ever fought against was a martial saint.

When he first challenged Wu Shengren, Wu Shengren showed a strong ability to anticipate the enemy's opportunities. No matter how much he exerted his full strength, he could still block the stormy attack with one finger.

But Wu Shengren is obviously a person who cannot be judged by common sense.

This was his first time fighting against a true third-level god refiner like Sword Demon, and he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of expectation in his heart.

Okay, now he's going to die again!

"Turn around and try to kill me."

Sword Demon heard such an old voice coming from behind him.

He slowly turned around and met the old man's eyes as deep as a pool. His heart began to beat wildly in his chest, and all the hairs on his body stood up.

His instinct told him that if he took action, he would inevitably die!

Who is this old man?

His vision must be correct. This old man's vitality and blood are obviously weak, and he doesn't seem to be a martial artist who is successful in refining gods. Why does it bring him such a strong sense of danger?

Although he is not sure why, Sword Demon trusts his intuition as a god-refining warrior.

"What kind of joke are you kidding me?" Sword Demon raised the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.

"I came here this time just to remind my husband not to walk alone in a dark alley, otherwise he might be attacked by such a gangster."

As he spoke, he glanced at the headless body at his feet:

"It's getting late, so I won't disturb you any more. I'll be careful on the way, I have to deal with this body so as not to alert the authorities."

He was about to imitate the swordsman before and escape quickly, but he heard the old man in front of him say calmly:

"Young man, do you think I am so easy to fool?"

"Just be smart and do it!"

"Didn't you say that only the strength and tenacity of the mind is the way of martial arts? Where is your heart of martial arts?"

The old man was urging him to take action, but the more he urged, the more dangerous the sword ghost felt in his heart.

What a fart! His martial arts ambition is not to challenge a stronger person even though he knows he will die!

"Come on, let me see how strong the God-Refining Warrior is. Didn't you say that the training strength is zero, but your God-Refining Warrior is one?"

Facing the old man's aggressive approach, Sword Demon could only smile awkwardly:

"No, in front of you, I am naturally zero, and you are one. How can I dare to argue with you?"

elder:?

Although the sword ghost didn't know why the old man choked suddenly, he keenly seized this momentary opportunity!

run!

He lifted himself up, jumped onto the high wall at the entrance of the alley, and quickly escaped into the vast night.

Chapter 137 Intercepting the Escaped One

The Imperial Capital is naturally the largest city in Zhongzhou, but no matter how prosperous the city is, there will still be desolate slums and no-man's land in the suburbs.

And at this moment.

The sword ghost stepped on his feet and jumped rapidly on the brick building. His figure blurred into an afterimage, and he was running away quickly.

His heart was beating fast, and all he could think about was the old face of the old man selling paintings.

"That old man just now has a problem, a big problem. What does it mean that his energy and blood have declined?"

He was filled with annoyance.

Aging in old age is a natural law that mortals cannot escape. Only immortal cultivators who transcend the realm of mortals can make exceptions.

But that old man is obviously not an immortal cultivator, and he doesn't seem to be an accomplished martial artist in refining gods?

There are actually some strong men among the old warriors who are already very old.

For example, Sword Demon has also heard that there was once a famous martial arts master who was over eighty years old and whose energy and blood were declining, but his sword skills had become divine. He defeated a second-rank martial artist of the imperial court in his prime with a wooden sword.

But this also comes with a prerequisite.

The famous Lu Yanbei, who is over eighty years old, has reached an extremely high level in the art of martial arts. At the same time, he was also a god-refining martial artist in his prime. Although his energy and blood have declined, his skills and the strength of his mind are still outstanding. There has been no attenuation at all.

Moreover, Sword Demon heard that the fight was a sparring match between warriors, not a life-and-death fight.

If it really comes down to a life-and-death fight, the outcome may not be known yet.

Boxing is afraid of young people. This is an iron rule among martial artists. Even martial arts practitioners who practice Changshengquan can only try to maintain their vitality and blood as much as possible.

"Where did such an old monster come from?"

Sword Demon's heart was shocked, and his feet suddenly stopped.

Because in front of him, an afterimage gradually emerged, it was the old man selling paintings from before.

"I'm not even qualified to use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration and Red Moon Blood Burning Techniques."

Qiao Mu frowned, the sword ghost's light skill was not particularly outstanding, and it was only a little better than the two swordsmen just now.

He chased him from behind, and he didn't even have time to use the demon to disintegrate before he caught up with him.

"Looking at it this way, my physical body's energy and blood have indeed increased a lot in the past thirty years..." Qiao Mu said to himself.

After the fourth level, there is the way to refine the gods, because if you continue to build up your energy, blood, and internal energy at this time, the effect will be minimal.

The way of refining the gods is the right way for a warrior.

Therefore, on this path, Qiao Mu, who has practiced "Sumishan King Sutra" to the fifth level, can be said to be alone, and has not found any other martial artist to compare with.

I originally wanted to test my skills with this sword demon who sounded a bit powerful, but the opponent's intuition was so strong that he didn't even plan to fight and ran away immediately.

"Why are you so insistent, father-in-law? My witnessing technique obviously didn't hurt you. You are not injured."

Sword Demon's expression also changed a bit at this time. He thought for a while and said:

"Actually, I am from the Martial Arts Alliance..."

Hearing this, the old man paused for a moment, with a look of curiosity on his face.

"What martial arts alliance? I've never heard of it. I've only heard of Wujihui. Is your martial arts alliance powerful?" he asked curiously.

The sword ghost's face looked a little better. As long as he didn't take action immediately, he still had a chance to survive. So he said seriously:

"This Martial Arts Alliance is not simple."

"It is a martial arts organization established by the 'King of Qin' who entered Taoism through martial arts."

"Although the Wujihui established by Wusheng during his lifetime pursued the ultimate in martial arts, after Wusheng's death, Wujihui has retreated into darkness and gone downhill."

"And our 'King of Qin' is a man who became a martial artist in this era when the Martial Saint is dead!"

These words had a faint tendency to praise and suppress them, and they ignored both Wu Shengren and Wu Jihui.

Qiao Mu immediately became interested.

He didn't expect to hear the words "entering the Tao through martial arts" from this sword ghost's mouth.

Entering Taoism through martial arts has always been just a myth.

"Why enter Taoism through martial arts?" he asked.

"Those who enter the Tao through martial arts can develop a golden body of martial arts, break the limits of the human body, and become invulnerable to swords and guns, as well as water and fire!" Sword Demon said with enthusiasm:

"The Wu Jihui's forces are spread all over the world, but there are many low-level warriors who use their swords to make up for their numbers. This is not the case with our Martial Arts Alliance."

"Only the martial arts alliance is qualified to join the god-refining warriors, and naturally they are all top elites."

"And embarking on the path of refining gods is also one of the prerequisites for entering the path through martial arts."

After Sword Demon described the power of the "Martial Arts Alliance", he only saw the curiosity in the old man's eyes getting stronger and stronger.

A bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

He heard the old man sigh: "So you are so strong, then I will..."

"not worried."

A bit of cold light pierced the night, like a comet streaking across the night sky.

A long spear in the old man's hand shot out like a dragon and pointed directly at the sword ghost's eyebrows.

His movements were extremely fast and powerful, but what was surprising was that there was not even a sound of the spear piercing the air when it was thrust out, as if it had merged into the air.

Qiao Mu's military gunmanship can be said to be the earliest and relatively simple gunmanship practiced.

Now at the age of ninety, his military spear skills have been perfected. Among all the martial arts and martial arts, he is the only one that has been perfected.

A strong intuition was warning him, and the sword ghost had already turned his head to dodge long before the old man stabbed the spear.

The spear ended up barely grazing the Sword Demon's scalp, and the sharp burst of light cut off a section of his messy hair. A long bloodstain appeared on his scalp, and blood oozed out quickly.

"Is it the intuition of a god-refining warrior?" Qiao Mu said to himself.

Although "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Art" also gave him a keen intuition, it was not a true god-refining method, so it was ineffective at times, and it also had side effects that would be intuitively perceived by other practitioners.

The sword ghost hurriedly avoided Qiao Mu's shot, feeling a chill on his head and intense pain.

"So fast... But the old man's shot just now wasn't just fast..."

The fast movement showed that the old man's physical strength could not be weak, and was even stronger than the third-level Sword Demon in his prime.

When he was confused and confused, he only heard the old man's voice coming from in front of him.

"I've always had a little doubt about the advantages of practicing a spiritual warrior over a powerful martial artist."

"You can use what you have learned in your mind and rely on your intuition as a god-refining warrior. Let me take a good look."

Under the night, the bright moon softly fell on the eaves of the tiled house. The old man was obviously wrinkled and old, but his eyes were bright. The tip of the spear in his hand reflected the cold light in the moonlight.

"Next, I'm going to stab your left shoulder." The old man said calmly.

There was no murderous look in his eyes, only deep curiosity.

Chapter 138 The old man of the hidden family of Qiao family is born! (4k

The suburbs of the imperial capital at night.

The figure of a swordsman tapped his toes and shuttled quickly over the eaves.

The swordsman was injured, and blood was spilled from time to time, and he kept looking back, quite shocked.

"This imperial capital is truly a crouching tiger, hidden dragon." He couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole. Who knows that in the end, the cicada will almost swallow the oriole."

"I don't know where such a vigorous old man came from. He is obviously about ninety years old..."

The swordsman was horrified.

He originally wanted to seize chestnuts from the fire and snatch the Blood Moon Diagram from the hands of the sword ghost, but he didn't expect that his brother's life would be ruined. From now on, in the name of "Flying Snow Swords", he might be the only "Flying Snow Sword" left.