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

An old man with frosty temples was facing them. Under his feet was a pile of corpses... These corpses were not ordinary corpses, each of them was skinny and bone-like like a mummy.

"Come?" An old voice read.

Plop.

The old man dropped another corpse that had been sucked dry in his hand, and slowly turned his head to look at the person coming.

"Mo Mingzhi, why are you crazy?" Xing Xuan turned his eyes around the corpse on the ground, his eyes showing obvious shock.

The corpses on the ground were all dressed in the uniforms of the disciples of the Ming Yue Sect.

Especially the dozen or so corpses, who were wearing cyan disciple uniforms with a golden moon logo on them, were clearly the core disciples of the Mingyue Sect, "Thirteen Swords of the Bright Moon".

"You used the "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhinoceros Jue" to drain the vitality and skill of your own disciples? Even the disciple you cultivated for half your life, Mingyue Thirteen Swords?"

Seeing these corpses on the ground, envoy Xingxuan judged that there must be a serious problem with the old man's sanity.

It's just that I don't know whether this matter is hindered by Xianmen, or there are other twists and turns.

"You guys are a little late, but not too late."

This Mo Mingzhi's face is quite kind, he doesn't look like the master of a small sect, but rather a bookish old Confucian scholar.

Just the next moment.

The wind suddenly picked up, and the old man flew past like a big eagle, with his hands palmed towards Wu Qizheng...the tree behind him.

arbor:?

Standing next to me are Wu Shengren's disciple and Xingxuan Envoy, but you picked me to fight?Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon?

Although Qiao Mu is old and doesn't like to fight, it is impossible for him to coax him when he comes to fight, and the opponent is only a mere sixth-rank...

boom!

The palms of the two touched each other, and an inner force much stronger than Qiao Mu struck, forcibly hitting Qiao Mu back seven or eight steps, and the wooden planks under his feet were cracked.

"Is this a sixth grade?"

Standing still at Qiao Mu's feet, he glared at Envoy Xingxuan beside him.

As expected of someone with a "Xuan" in their name, how accurate is the information about this Xingxuan envoy?Dare to love is metaphysics.

"The former Mo Mingzhi was at the sixth rank." Xingxuan Envoy explained:

"However, it seems that Mo Mingzhi has absorbed the vitality and skills of many disciples under his sect, and he may be stronger now than when he was at the peak of his prime, and he has re-entered the fourth rank."

Before Xingxuan Envoy could tell, Mo Mingzhi had already swooped up again.

"Why do you want to resist?" The old man's cloudy old eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"I'm stronger than you, and it's a dead end for you to resist me. So you might as well catch me without a fight, let me absorb my skills well, and show respect to each other."

"What nonsense? You are better than me?" Qiao Mu was immediately happy when he heard it.

Seeing Mo Mingzhi pounced out again, his thoughts suddenly moved, and his blood surged rapidly:

"Heavenly Demon Solution -----"

No, I can't die yet, let's disintegrate next time.

Qiao Mu suddenly remembered this, and hurriedly changed his moves, dodging sideways, but was swept by Mo Mingzhi's palm, staggered, and his throat was slightly sweet.

Fortunately, he is practicing hard work, and he can barely block it, and the injury he suffered is not too serious.

"Ripples and waves are strong, double waves."

Qiao Mu stepped on the stealth step, and his figure quickly walked around Mo Mingzhi's side like a ghost, and issued a heavy force with his palms, imprinting on Mo Mingzhi's waist.

Just as he was about to unleash the second level of internal energy again, he saw that Mo Mingzhi ignored the injury on his waist and slapped Qiao Mu's head straight away.

His originally shriveled arm swelled, his muscles bulged, and he slapped Qiao Mu's head with a whistling sound.

You hit yours, I hit mine?

This style of play seems a bit familiar.

Qiao Mu forcibly restrained his strength, his feet burst out with internal strength, and barely avoided Mo Mingzhi's palm by turning sideways.

It is not worthwhile for Qiao Mu to trade injuries for injuries.

Because Mo Mingzhi has absorbed many disciples, his internal strength is estimated to be [-]% or even [-]% stronger than Qiao Mu's.

If it is tough from the front, although Qiao Mu has practiced hard skills, it is obviously difficult to withstand the attacks of enemies stronger than himself.

So in this battle, Qiao Mu relied more on his already practiced Stealth Step, and kept dodging around, trying his best to avoid Mo Mingzhi's attack.

Xingxuan Envoy and Wu Qizheng did not intervene in this battle.

"Qiao Zhong, if you don't become seeds, you can become food." The gaze behind the mask of Xingxuan envoy was very light:

"If you die, it means that you only have this level, and you can't be the seed of martial arts in the hearts of martial saints."

Wu Qizheng looked at Qiao Mu a few more times, but his mind was more focused on looking around, as if he was judging whether there were immortal cultivators lurking in the dark.

In this battle, Qiao Mu fought dangerously.

No, it can't be said that there was a lot of danger, it should be said that the fight was restrained.

This Mo Mingzhi was clearly insane, and almost every shot he made was an offense-for-injury style of play.

Before the change, Qiao Mu must have liked such a straightforward enemy.

He wished that the whole world would be full of martial artists like this, so that he could die at the speed of light.

But not now.

Concerned about his own safety, he couldn't perform the Disintegration of Heavenly Demon smoothly, and Qiao Mu couldn't exert [-]% to [-]% of his overall strength, falling into an obvious disadvantage.

This time, Qiao Mu finally felt the aggrieved feeling when his former enemies faced him.

"Is this fourth grade? This is 70 years old, so fierce?"

Qiao Mu dodged one after another, and he was unconsciously confused.

Mo Mingzhi is over seventy years old, older than him, and has entered his old age, his vitality has declined, and his strength has also dropped to the sixth rank.

But relying on the absorption of inner energy and blood, not only did he return to the fourth rank at this time, but his whole body was obviously full of blood, and he looked like a muscular turtle fairy.

Every stroke of his palm has the power to open a monument and crush stones.

A thought flashed across Qiao Mu's mind: as long as the Qi and blood are strong enough, can he still regain his glory even when he is old?

Although Wufu's blood will decline with age, this decline is obviously relative.

For example, Qian Qianqian, who is in his 30s, is far inferior to Mo Mingzhi, who is in his 70s, and even Wu Shengren, who is 85 years old.

As long as the martial arts advances fast enough and the vitality is sufficient, what about aging?

Of course, whether the qi and blood of the elderly are aging or not is only one aspect.

What's more important is to have a sigh of relief.

If the martial artist is not in a good mood, and he is afraid of death, even if he has a whole body of strength, he will not be able to show much.

"I don't want to, trouble."

Qiao Mu was no longer distracted by his wild thoughts.

He glanced at Mo Mingzhi, who was attacking swiftly, and behind him, the corpses of many disciples who were almost sucked dry, and his heart lit up with an unknown fire.

"Abstaining from one's own disciples, what kind of martial art, what kind of immortal demon heretics?"

With a roar, Qiao Mu opened his eyes wide, stepped on the ground with his feet, and faced Mo Mingzhi head-on.

This time, he didn't wait for an opportunity to dodge, but faced him head-on as he was familiar with in the past.

"Don't care so much about you, the demon disintegrates!"

In an instant, the Qi and blood in Qiao Mu's body seemed to be boiling, and surging internal energy was born in his limbs and bones, which skyrocketed several times in a short period of time.

"Ripples stack waves, double waves!"

Two forces, one bright and one dark, exploded one after another, bombarding Mo Mingzhi's chest.

Just one hit.

The terrifying force knocked the old man's chest into small pieces, and he flew backwards, hanging on the wall like a painting. Cracks appeared on the wall, and dust fell down.

Wu Qi was watching all this silently, and finally took a step forward.

"Keep alive," he said.

"Is it Mr. Wu Qizheng?" After being slapped by Qiao Mu, the blood in Mo Mingzhi's eyes faded a little, and he became a little more awake.

He tremblingly said: "This old man is about to die, and he also hopes to die under the hands of Wu Shengren, so that he can absorb this old man's skill and blood."

"Of course, if Master Wu Qizheng wants this skill, he can take it."

Wu Qi was frowning, not moving a step.

"You are full of energy and blood. Although you are seriously injured, you are not dead yet. You are not at the level of confessing your last words, right?"

"And rather than this kind of boring last words, it's better to explain what happened." Wu Qi was pointing at the drained corpse next to him.

Mo Mingzhi was silent for a while, and recalled:

"Just yesterday, in this Tiger City, I accidentally bumped into Taoist Chiyang of Xuantianzong."

"The Chiyang Taoist is the one who escorted the emperor, so I followed it carefully...Shortly afterwards, the Chiyang Taoist appeared at the gate of my sect."

"I thought the matter had been revealed, but I didn't expect that Taoist Chiyang didn't seem to notice it. He just asked why my 'Mingyue Sect' was called by this name."

In fact, Ming Yuezong is just a name.

It's nothing more than taking advantage of the popularity of Xianmen, choosing a taller name, and recruiting more disciples for the sect.

And Mo Mingzhi responded in the same way at the time.

"The Chiyang Taoist was furious when he heard this, and said that my mere ordinary martial artist, taking such a school name, would damage the reputation of Xuantianzong, so he hit the door, and the flying sword cut off my parents and children and the true biography of the school... let Half my life was in vain!"

Wu Qi glanced at the many corpses under Mo Mingzhi's feet, his serious expression slightly relaxed.

Mo Mingzhi suffered such a tragedy, not because he was discovered by spying and tracking, but because of the name "Mingyuezong", he was killed?

A sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.

"So, the corpse under your feet was actually killed by the Taoist Chiyang of Xuantianzong?" He asked.

"No." Mo Mingzhi looked up, the blood-stained robe was still oozing out, his face was as indifferent as water:

"I killed them with my own hands."

At this time, there was a burst of dense and brisk footsteps from the attic, and dozens of people rushed out from the dark, faintly surrounding Qiao Mu and the others.

Chapter 110 Chapter 105 The so-called Martial Arts Chief (3k

Seeing these dozens of people surrounded Qiao Mu and others, the voice of Xingxuan Envoy also cooled down.

"What do you mean? Xianmen killed your family and sect's true biography, so you betrayed Wujihui?"

At this moment, he no longer cared about any old friendship.

"Betrayed? I didn't betray Wujihui."

Mo Mingzhi gasped and straightened up, his old face flushed with morbid excitement, he shouted in a deep voice:

"I'm just a front-line person now. If I don't lie about information, how can I attract Wu Shengren or Wu Shengren's disciples?"

"I'm old too, and now half my life's hard work has been in vain... It's better to let go of this old body, please kill me first, and then kill that strange man in the future!"

"We are also willing to die for killing aliens..." The other dozen warriors also looked passionate.

They held swords in their hands, their blades were stained with blood, they surrounded Qiao Mu and the others, but they didn't intend to attack.

"They are all just like me. They are warriors whose families have been ruined by others. They have passed the test of character. I also taught them the "Spirit of the Martial Spirit". They are the people I have recruited over the years." Mo Mingzhi's eyes could not hide the sadness. :

"Plus, now that I have returned to the fourth rank, I am qualified to be the food of the martial saints, right?"

Wu Qi was slightly stunned, and then his eyes fell on the many corpses on the ground, and he probably understood in his heart that most of these people had already gone mad.

"Unreasonable." His eyes were slightly cold.

Those who were able to stand out from the three thousand disciples of Wu Shengren and survive to the present, but were still ranked among the so-called 72 sages, it is almost impossible not to have blood on their hands.

It's just that at that time he was fighting with other disciples for survival, and he always resisted the evil secret method of "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue", so he was very different from these people.