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

However, no matter how Qiao Mu attacked, Wu Shengren 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 moves or from which angle to attack, the index finger of Wu Shengren will always appear in front of the tip of his spear.

"This military spear skill is well practiced. He was an officer and soldier of the Great Yan? Heh."

Wu Shengren was also a first-rank military officer who led troops to fight in the early years, but he leisurely recalled the past in the battle:

"The first half of my martial arts sage's life went smoothly. I became a martial arts champion at the age of 20. I was successful in refining gods at the age of 30. At the age of 40, I was already a first-rank martial artist, and even a first-rank general in the court. There are countless elite men."

"In the first half of my life, I have been advancing in martial arts all the way, and my official career is also prosperous. I have been dealing with high-ranking officials and dignitaries, top martial arts. When I set out for victory, the common people cheered, and the emperor awarded me honors."

"When the alien war happened at the age of 45, I knew that all the good things in the first half of my life were just illusions, and I knew that civilization, gentleness and humility were always just illusions."

Wu Shengren pointed again at the tip of Qiao Mu's thrusting spear.

Ding.

With a clear trembling sound, the tip of the gun shattered and disintegrated, and the body of the gun was also broken into two pieces.

"It was only when I was 45 that I realized that the greatest truth in this world is that the weak prey on the strong. The so-called civilization is just a disguise."

He moved his index finger lightly, with one finger he annihilated all the phantoms of the sword light that had just been born in the temple, and once again blocked the swift sword light.

"Don't you want to ask me, why is it always someone else who sacrifices, why is it not me who died?"

Wu Shengren's eyes gradually turned cold.

"Because they are weak."

He bent his index finger and flicked lightly on the long sword.

hum.

Amidst the violent trembling sound, Qiao Mu's body flew backwards, and the tiger's mouth cracked and bled.

"The essence of the world is the law of the jungle." He read slowly.

At this time, Qiao Mu's long sword and spear had been broken, and he had no weapons in his hands, only a pair of fists left.

But he still didn't retreat, and even charged more fiercely.

"The heavenly demon disintegrates! Ripples stack waves, double waves!"

He threw out both fists, and the blood in his whole body was almost boiling, and he rushed towards the Wu Sheng who was sitting on the temple.

But at this time, Wu Shengren even put away his index finger, just sat there motionless, letting Qiao Mu's thunderous fists land on his chest.

bang bang.

Amidst the soft sound, Qiao Mu's body shook slightly, and his fists made a clearly audible bone cracking sound.

"Weakness is a sin." Wu Shengren sighed softly:

"And I, who survived to the end, am stronger than all of them."

He finally held out a hand.

After the hand was stretched out, it expanded at an extremely fast speed.

Rumble.

The small ruined temple had completely collapsed. Under the moonlight, Wu Shengren once again clamped Qiao Mu's face with his index finger and thumb, and lifted him high.

This scene is exactly the same as before, except that between Wu Shengren's two fingers, there has been a different person.

The hearts of the jade-faced flying dragon and the others who were watching from a distance tensed up.

Qiao Mu, who was pinched by Wu Shengren's two fingers, was bleeding all over his body, his bones were shattered, and he was still laughing forcefully:

"Wu Shengren, if you eat me alone, can you kill an immortal?"

"If you want to call it 'eating', it's up to you." Wu Shengren only said lightly:

"Certainly not enough."

With Wu Shengren's behavior, if he can beat the immortal cultivators, then all the immortals in the world will be wiped out by him.

Speaking of this, his eyes glanced over the Jade Faced Flying Dragon and others in the distance, making the latter tremble subconsciously.

"It's a bit weak, and I don't even have the qualifications to absorb it." He was slightly disappointed.

"Hahaha..." Qiao Mu, who was caught between his fingers, burst out laughing:

"Wu Shengren, do you know who I am? I am from the Qiao family!"

"...boring." Wu Shengren frowned slightly:

"Before you went to die generously, but before you died, you regretted it? Use your family background to suppress me?"

"Guess, how many aristocratic families are there who are destroyed in my hands? How many Qiao families are there?"

"My Qiao family is naturally different." Qiao Mu said loudly without blushing or panting:

"Wu Shengren, I, Qiao Zhong, am only the weakest member of Qiao's family. I am over [-] years old and haven't practiced God yet. I am really ashamed."

"But above me, there are still many elders in the Qiao family, who are hidden from the world."

Wu Shengren was slightly taken aback, what was this person talking about before he died?Are you planning to sell your family?

Only to hear that Qiao Mu continued to say loudly:

"Wu Shengren, you have killed countless lives to fulfill your martial arts alone."

"My Qiao family's family motto is that if you don't live to harm benevolence, if you kill yourself, you will become benevolent."

"If that's the case, don't you, Wu Shengren, and my Qiao family are a perfect match?" The [-]-year-old man, who was held between his fingers by Wu Shengren, let out a long laugh at this moment:

"What's the point of eating those who are weaker than me?"

"Wu Shengren!" The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he shouted loudly:

"Let me ask you, if you eat the flesh and blood of my Qiao family, can you kill the immortal?"

Under the night, the Jade-faced Flying Dragon and the others listened to the horrifying conversation between the old man of the Qiao family and the Wu Shengren, their hearts were terrified and they almost fell to the ground.

Chapter 100 Chapter 95 The Qiao Family's Letter of War (4K

"Let me ask you, if you eat the flesh and blood of my Qiao family, can you kill the immortal?"

These words were so deafening that the Jade Faced Flying Dragon and others who were watching felt a sense of suffocation and couldn't breathe smoothly.

One dares to eat.

One dared to let him eat.

The conversation between Qiao Zhong and Wu Shengren was completely beyond the comprehension of these quacks.

"What exactly does Qiao Zhong want to do? Sell out the family?" The two warriors looked at the jade-faced flying dragon beside them.

"This----" Jade Faced Flying Dragon also got stuck in his head at this time.

If Qiao Mu suddenly said that he wanted to sacrifice himself, who was already mortal, to save their temporary teammates, it was not completely incomprehensible to them.

After all, although such characters are extremely rare and basically only live in stories told by storytellers, they are not completely absent.

However, to sacrifice his own family and protect these few outsiders who met by chance?

This is obviously unreasonable.

"Qiao Zhong must have another purpose. Maybe there really is a powerful Qiao family in this world, and he is using the name of the Qiao family to challenge the martial saint?" Jade-faced flying dragon can only think of such an explanation:

"In the name of the Qiao family, write a life-and-death battle book, and use the flesh and blood of the Qiao family to fill the gluttonous mouth of the martial sage?"

As for what Qiao Mu said, there are many powerful hidden elders in his family...

The more Jade Faced Flying Dragon thought about it, the more unlikely it became. It was just an exaggeration to stabilize Wu Shengren's words.

After all, Qiao Zhong is not young anymore, claiming to be an old man in his sixties.

Even if there are elders stronger than him in his family, how many can there be?

The lifespan of ordinary warriors is not much longer than that of ordinary people.

The 85-year-old Wu Shengren is another matter.

Like Qiao Zhong, a 60-year-old martial artist with unabated energy and blood is already a very rare practitioner of superior inner strength, and his attainments must not be low.

The head of the Qiao family in Heyang, who was exterminated at the beginning, practiced Qiao's family's Shengquan. It is said that the skill of Changshengquan is extremely profound, and he is only 80 years old and his blood is not fading.

A hundred years ago, Qiao's family in Heyang had a martial arts master. He was a hundred years old and his vitality was not fading.

So, in the Qiao family that Qiao Zhong talked about, how many elders and seniors who are older and stronger than the 60-year-old him, the elders of the hermit family?

Wu Shengren knew this better than Jade Faced Flying Dragon and others.

So facing Qiao Mu's words, he just pulled the corners of his mouth lightly, showing a smile that made the jade-faced flying dragon and others shudder.

"What Qiao family? If there was such a big family in this world, it would have been wiped out by me long ago."

"However, the fighting spirit is not bad."

He released his fingers.

Even the arbor that had been pinched unconscious fell to the grass.

"Since you already have the will to die, then continue to live on and let the Qiao family behind you take revenge on me and challenge me, it doesn't matter how many times you come."

Wu Shengren only thought that Qiao Zhong was speaking harshly before he died, and he didn't take it too seriously.

"The same goes for you." Wu Shengren turned his head and stared at the jade-faced flying dragon and others in the distance without emotion:

"You can continue to fear and continue to hate me."

"Remember the weakness and powerlessness of being a weak person today, and then live on."

"30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor." He said earnestly:

"To become stronger, to practice martial arts hard, and one day, stand in front of me again, challenge me like that Qiao Zhong, try to kill me, or die by my hands."

Wu Shengren was condescending, looking down at the Jade Faced Flying Dragon and others who were almost limp on the ground:

"Killing me is your only chance of survival."

"Don't kill us? No, it's not that we won't be killed, but isn't it time yet? In the eyes of Wu Shengren, our fruits... haven't matured yet." The jade-faced flying dragon looked bitter.

He took a deep look at Wu Shengren and Qiao Mu who was seriously injured and fell to the ground next to him, as if he wanted to imprint these two people deeply in his mind.

Then he helped the other two who were also seriously injured, turned around and left.

It was just one of the fifth-rank warriors with a broken arm, but he didn't help it.

His arm was cut off by Wu Shengren after he appeared before.

"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up?" Jade-faced Flying Dragon urged with a frown:

"Wu Shengren's temperament is unpredictable. If you don't leave now, maybe he will change his mind later."

"Go? Where are we going? I have also practiced the "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Jue", where is there a place for us in this world?"

The broken-arm warrior just smiled bitterly:

"If you escape today, you will live in fear for the rest of your life, in constant fear."

These words made Jade Faced Flying Dragon silent for a while.

Wu Qingxin is stronger than them all, and her aptitude and talent are much stronger. Many years ago, she was at the fourth rank. Later, she turned to cultivating immortality and was named a saint by Xuantian sect of Immortal Sect.

However, the three thousand disciples, including Wu Qingxin, and even the martial arts masters of the previous generation are all the merits of becoming a martial saint.

No matter how hard they practice, how far can they go?

"Wu Shengren." The broken-arm warrior gritted his teeth, his hair was furious, and stared at Wu Shengren:

"I would rather die here than be reduced to the same level as you, a man-eating demon, and become your food---"

He wielded a long knife with his remaining left arm and slashed at his own neck.

It's just that the knife didn't cut it off.

As a gust of wind passed by, the pupils of the broken-arm warrior shrank sharply, and his body was suddenly covered by a huge shadow.

Wu Shengren has appeared behind him.

"Did I let you die?" Wu Shengren gently pinched the knife in the hand of the broken-arm warrior with two fingers, and the long knife shattered.