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

"At the beginning, I vowed to hang your Qiao Lin's body on the city gate for ten days in the sun as a sacrifice to my heroic spirit. Although it is a few days late, it is not too late."

tomorrow.

After finding out the doctor's situation, he was going to fulfill his oath that day and hang Qiao Lin's body on the gate tower of Yancheng City for ten days in the sun.

Chapter 56

Available tomorrow.

First of all, let's take a look at the game "Master" (sea food).

This game is an unpopular niche indie game, with a level-breaking action type and a modern kung fu theme made by foreigners, but the setting is very interesting, and many book lovers have actually seen it.

After the death of the character in the game, the character will become old when the level is continued, and then immediately get up from the original place, the attack power is increased, and the upper limit of blood volume is reduced.

Ok. .If you describe it like this, it seems a bit like Black Soul's death into a living corpse?

All in all, it's an interesting game to try out.

.....

Then back to this book.

The selection of the subject matter of this book can no longer be described by the reverse version. A more accurate statement should be the degree to which the village has been disconnected from the Internet for a year.

How to write new ideas and how to write interestingly on the theme of village communication network is actually a very painful problem.

Then the backstage of this new book issue is an average of 5K per day, the average level of a hedgehog cat, not too much, and then I lost three catties in a month, I don’t believe it without the scale.

After writing the book for a month, internal friction suddenly came up.

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Pulling away, let's talk about this book again.

This book has been written until now, the words of immortals and martial arts are still the background board, and the words of martial arts do not actually focus on fighting.

The focus is actually on "chivalry", or "chivalry" and "sacrificing one's life for righteousness".

Regardless of whether it is trendy or not, version or version, this book tries to write with enthusiasm.

As of now, I'm still trying to figure it out.

But it's not the kind of great hero.

The whole work is actually a incidental thing, and I didn't do it on purpose.

Closer to home.

Crazy Thursday V I 50 today....

Wrong, it will be on the shelves tomorrow Friday to ask for support for a first order, don't let this book feel bad.

The work and rest these days are too dark, and I can't save manuscripts, and I have to pay back the rewards slowly. .Try to finish writing the next whole plot tomorrow.

see you tomorrow

Chapter 57 Chapter 54 Funeral?Parade! (4k, [-]-in-[-]

Some time after leaving Panshan Town.

Qiao Mu is holding a long gun, and he is fighting with the bandit Zhang Kui who is holding two guns on the left and right in the forest.

Both sides use guns, and Zhang Kui holds two big guns with both hands.

But every time the spears in the hands of the two sides crossed each other, the huge force transmitted from the barrel of the guns shocked Qiao Mu.

"Zhang Kui's internal strength is obviously weaker than mine, but his physical strength is much stronger than mine?"

"So----"

"The demon disintegrates! Instantly!"

The spear in his hand suddenly exploded with internal energy, making a violent sound of piercing through the air.

Qiao Mu shot down and hit Zhang Kui's waist and abdomen with a wooden gun shaft, sending the big man flying two or three meters away.

Qiao Mu stood with a gun in his hand, standing still on the spot, with a calm expression on his face.

In fact, he was enduring the aftereffects of the disintegration and outbreak of the demon, and the burning pain in the meridians inside his body.

After the physical age reached 42 years old, Qiao Mu's method of disintegrating the celestial demon has been achieved in a small way.

After ten years of hard training, he now has a deeper understanding of the disintegration of the demon.

Generally speaking, warriors who have mastered the disintegration of the demon can squeeze their potential and explode their internal strength in a short period of time.

And Qiao Mu, who had been dismantled by the Heavenly Demon, already had a stronger ability to control it.

The Heavenly Demon disintegrated in an instant, erupted rapidly in an instant, without warning, and erupted in an instant with an internal force that exceeded its own by [-] to [-]%.

Faster burst, slightly less physical damage.

Self-injury has little effect on Qiao Mu, anyway, he can refresh his state by sending himself to death.

In addition, Qiao Mu also has a better understanding of how to use the disintegration of the demon to squeeze his own potential-this means that he can squeeze out more potential when using the disintegration of the demon, at the cost of a shorter duration and stronger sequelae.

After all, the hotter the fire, the faster the firewood will burn out.

Now, Qiao Mu has a mysterious self-confidence: no one knows the disintegration of the demon better than him!

This secret method of self-injury can only be used once or twice in a lifetime at most. How can others have the opportunity to use it repeatedly like him, and repeatedly improve their proficiency?

But Qiao Mu was not satisfied with one thing.

"The sequelae of the Heavenly Demon's disintegration of Dafa, it's not big enough, it's simply not the right product!"

"Isn't the name called Heavenly Demon Disintegration? Why doesn't my body disintegrate and completely disintegrate after using it?" Qiao Mu fell into deep thought:

"If it was so convenient, I wouldn't have to worry about disposing of my corpse every time."

If the disintegration of the demon is used up, the body can disintegrate along the way, or even shatter the bones and ashes, how convenient is it?

While thinking about it, Zhang Kui got up from the ground and walked over with a smile.

"Brother Qiao has a strong internal energy, and he is indeed stronger than me."

He didn't notice that Qiao Mu's celestial demon disintegrated in an instant, he just thought it was because of Qiao Mu's surprisingly thick internal energy.

Qiao Mu also had doubts in his heart: "Speaking of which, why are you so strong?"

He was holding guns with both hands just now, and when he faced Zhang Kui holding guns with both hands, his mouth was a little numb from the shock, and the opponent's inner strength was obviously not as good as his.

Zhang Kui explained: "Brother Qiao Sen, haven't you met a foreign martial artist? The world of martial arts is divided into internal and external. The internal family emphasizes internal strength, and the external family emphasizes physical strength. I am a foreign family who focuses more on training strength. I happen to be born with great strength. point."

"The burst of internal strength is stronger, and the strength of flesh and blood is more durable. It can only be said that each has its own strengths."

Speaking of this, Zhang Kui sighed slightly again:

"Strength, strength, and technique are the three ways of martial arts, each with its own strengths."

"The internal energy and martial skills of a warrior will continue to accumulate and rise with age and experience. It can be said that the older you are, the stronger you are."

"I heard that there was once a famous martial artist who was over eighty years old and his blood was declining, but his swordsmanship was already mastered. He defeated a second-rank court martial artist in his prime with a single wooden sword."

"The accumulation of internal strength is also the gathering of sand to form a tower, and the older it is, the thicker it is."

"Only the strength of flesh and blood, once you pass the prime of life, your blood will decline."

"I have great strength now, but in another ten or eight years, if I fail to continue to break through, my vitality and blood will soon decline, and my strength will attenuate."

"Qi and blood are the foundation of a martial artist. If the Qi and blood are exhausted and you are completely old and frail, no matter how strong your internal energy and martial skills are, it will be a castle in the air."

"We warriors cannot live forever, and our lifespan is limited. It is a pity that we cannot go further in the way of skill and strength, otherwise we may really be able to compete with that strange person..."

"That's right, a mortal martial artist has a limited lifespan, and after a hundred years, it will be a handful of loess after all." Qiao Mu also sighed beside him.

except me.

Although Qiao Mu will also age, he will not die of old age. At the same time, the accumulation of martial arts and internal strength will not disappear.

Not to mention, he also has the idea of ​​"Changshengquan Jing" to solve the decline of Qi and blood in old age.

When the two were talking.

Wang Songhe walked over from afar.

After Qiao Mu went to Panshan Town and parted ways with Qiao Canxue, he returned to the bandit den and discussed how to deal with the city lord Guo Yan.

And the duel with Zhang Kui just now was just a private discussion.

At this time Wang Songhe came over and asked about the previous events.

"Brother Qiao, what we talked about earlier has been settled."

"The corpse of your son Qiao Lin has been reported to the officials by a doctor with a clean background under me. It should have been sent to the Yancheng City Lord's Mansion by now." Speaking of this, Wang Songhe hesitated for a moment, and said:

"It's just that the dead are the greatest... Is this a bit too much?"

Wang Songhe was shocked when he heard that Qiao Mu was going to use the corpse of "Qiao Lin" for fishing.

After all, the dead are bigger.

The city lord, Guo Yan, vowed to hang Qiao Lin's body on the city gate to expose it to the sun. As a result, Qiao Mu, the father, rushed to deliver his son's body. Wang Songhe couldn't understand this operation at all.

However, Qiao Mu didn't shy away from it at all. After all, this wasn't really his son's corpse, but his own.

Qiao Mu would not leave his dead body unnecessarily.

If necessary, he can fight side by side with his own corpse and ashes, without any taboos.

Qiao Mu said: "Needless to say, the dead is gone, so I, the living, shall inherit the unfinished business of the dead."

"If I can kill Guo Yan, I will use my current body as a bait instead of my son, and I am willing, but unfortunately I can't exchange it."

Wang Songhe and Zhang Kui were silent.

Although they still couldn't understand it, they all felt... This Qiao Sen is really a cruel person.

As expected of Qiao Mu Qiao Lin's father!

"But having said that, Brother Qiao Sen is somewhat sure that after Qiao Lin's body is delivered to the City Lord's Mansion of Yancheng, Guo Yan will be tricked into leaving the heavily guarded City Lord's Mansion?" Wang Songhe asked again.

Guo Yan, who was hiding in the city lord's mansion, was invincible.

There is only one chance to break into the city lord's mansion, and now that he has already startled the snake, it is naturally impossible for Qiao Mu to storm the city lord's mansion again.

But if Guo Yan is not in the heavily guarded City Lord's Mansion, then maybe he can give it a try.

"[-]% sure." Qiao Mu said.

In fact, he only had [-]% certainty in his heart.

He just confirmed from his dealings with Guo Yan several times before that this person takes his dude very seriously.

Now that Mr. Guo is dead, it is normal for Guo Yan to vent his anger by hanging Qiao Lin's body on the city gate.

It is impossible to be sure if there is no strategy left. There is no Zhuge Kongming who is so wise and close to a demon in this world, and Qiao Mu can't read minds.

A thousand calculations are not as good as a reckless word.

If a person like Wang Songhe bears the lives of many bandits, he will inevitably look back and forth and worry a lot when doing things.

But trees are different.

Other people's lives are their lives, but his life can be risked at any time.

So even if this operation fails, the big deal is to continue life and start over.

Mang is over.

.................

The morning light is dim.

The gate of Yancheng was tightly closed, and a team of soldiers was guarding it.

A caravan wanted to enter the city, but was blocked at the gate of the city. No matter how much the leading merchant begged with a smile on his face, or how much he bribed secretly, the gate of the city was closed tightly.

Qiao Mu, Wang Songhe and other bandits were on the hillside, watching the situation at the gate of Yancheng City from a distance.

Wang Songhe said: "Since Qiao Lin broke into the city lord's mansion, this Yancheng city has been closed for seven days, and it is difficult for outsiders to enter the city. In these few days, only the coffin of Brother Qiao Lin was sent into Yancheng."

"If Guo Yan really wants to move the body of the martyr Qiao Lin, it will probably be today or tomorrow. But how do we get in?"