Chapter 120
Just as I was sighing in my heart, a voice suddenly came from my ears.
"What mantis stalks the cicada? Who is the mantis? Who is the ninety-year-old man?"
The swordsman almost broke out in a cold sweat and quickly turned his head, just in time to see a burly man wearing black clothes with a black robe and cape on his shoulders. He was performing Qinggong with him and flying on the eaves.
The strangest thing is that the speed of the man in black robe is neither too fast nor too slow, just on the same level as him, and even after saying this sentence, he is still calm and calm, without even the slightest breath.
"After the oriole, there is actually a boy holding a slingshot?"
The swordsman "Flying Snow Sword" didn't dare to answer. He was so frightened that he turned around and changed direction. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to use the "Blood Shadow Skill" and continued to escape.
"You haven't answered my question yet." The black-robed man said calmly. The distance between the two was less than half a meter, and they were almost walking hand in hand. No matter how fast the flying snow knife ran, it couldn't get away from them at all.
You know, the strength of the God-Refining Warrior lies in the mind, so even the God-Refining Warrior Sword Demon may not be much better than Feixue Dao in light kung fu.
And this flying snow knife used the explosive secret method, and its running speed was increased by 30 to 40% compared to usual. Even the sword ghost could not catch up, but now the black robed man showed a posture of being able to do everything with ease.
The Feixue Dao looked at the black-robed man and suddenly remembered something. He suddenly lost all hope and stopped for a moment.
"It turns out that Mr. Wayne Wei is the best catcher in the world and the best in light kung fu. This time, I fell into trouble."
he said dejectedly.
But I felt quite unhappy in my heart.
Whether it is a sword demon or a god-refining warrior like Wayne, fighting no longer relies solely on fists and kicks, but mental confrontation is also very important.
Wayne deliberately used Qing Kung Fu to hang him away. It was obvious that he did not have the idea of showing himself to others, but to break his mind and attack his heart.
It has to be said that this strategy of attacking the mind is extremely effective.
Because Wayne is extraordinary, not only the best in the world in Qinggong, but also one of the few first-class martial artists in the Great Yan court today!
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
A sword ghost who is at the third level of God Refining makes Feixue Dao almost helpless, let alone Wayne who is already at the first level of God Refining?
I can’t fight again and again, I can’t run anymore, what else can I do?
After recognizing Wayne, Feixue Dao immediately gave up the idea of becoming his enemy.
"Do you recognize me? Then let's talk nicely." The corners of Wayne's mouth raised slightly, revealing a cold smile.
"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the Imperial Capital? You don't even know where we are? How dare you run over the walls at night?"
These flying snow swords were actually wanted criminals by the Great Yan court.
This is not the first time that he has committed murder, looted treasures and other goods.
And running wildly on the outskirts of the city today, I didn't do anything good after thinking about it.
"Tell me what happened." Wayne looked directly into Feixue Dao's eyes, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, as if he wanted to pierce directly into his heart and dig out all the nasty things hidden in his heart.
As the best catcher in the world, Wayne's witnessing method is much better than that of Sword Demon.
"It's the Sword Demon. The Sword Demon attacked an old man selling paintings..."
Under the pressure of the witnessing technique, Feixue Dao quickly broke down and confessed his feelings due to the strong pressure, while Wayne also fell into deep thought.
"A ninety-year-old man is suspected of suppressing a third-level martial arts sword ghost?"
Wayne has seen a lot.
So he knew how outrageous it was.
Seventy-year-old people are rare throughout the ages, and ninety-year-old people are even rarer among rare ones.
But the rarest thing is a ninety-year-old man with strong martial arts skills who can even suppress the third level.
After the famous Lu Yanbei emerged who defeated the second-rank martial artist in the imperial court with a wooden sword, Lu Yanbei's name and deeds almost spread throughout Kyushu.
Now there is actually another strong old man in his nineties born out of nowhere? Thinking about it, it won't be too different. It will definitely cause some waves in the imperial capital!
Wait... an old man who is extremely old and has profound martial arts skills.
Does this sound a little strangely familiar?
Wayne frowned, and he suddenly remembered the bragging he heard from Qiao Zhong when he was interrogating him.
This Qiao Zhong is actually an old man in his sixties. Under Wayne's guidance, he made up a legend about Taoyuan Township.
Back then, Qiao Zhong once said that there were actually many hidden elders in the Qiao family who were stronger than him, Qiao Zhong...
And the old man in the swordsman's mouth can suppress a third-level god-refining sword ghost when he is ninety years old and his energy and blood have declined. So if he is at the peak of his prime, who knows what kind of monster he is...
"Could it be that the hidden elders of the Qiao family have appeared?" This thought flashed through Wayne's mind, and he immediately burst into laughter:
"Wait a minute, didn't I help Qiao Zhong make up the secret elder of the Qiao family? Why did you even believe me?"
He smiled self-deprecatingly, put the idea behind him, and then forced the flying snow knife to lead the way towards the arbor.
anyway.
The God of Refining and Martial Arts Sword Demon robs and seizes treasures at night. As a hunter, he cannot ignore this kind of thing.
Wayne held the flying snow knife in one hand and flew past like a big bird.
The flying snow knife could only hear the fierce wind in his ears, and in the blink of an eye it had jumped far away, which only made him feel horrified.
Within a moment, they heard the faint sounds of fighting coming from ahead.
But when they followed the sound, they saw a scene that surprised the two well-informed people. This was not the serious fight they imagined at all...
at this time.
The sword ghost was covered in bruises, with several bloody holes stabbed through his chest and left and right shoulders. Blood was flowing all over his body. He was panting violently, and his face was full of fatigue that could not be concealed.
The old man was standing two steps in front of the sword ghost, confronting him.
"Are you ready?" the old man said calmly:
"Next, I'm going to hit you on the left cheek."
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand shook, and the gun barrel trembled slightly and turned into an afterimage, quickly drawing towards the Sword Demon's cheek.
The sword ghost's pupils suddenly shrank, and before Qiao Mu could take action, he tried to duck down to avoid it.
Intuitively, he seemed to "see" the trajectory of the spear waving in the air, and felt a strong sense of threat on the left side of his face.
He bit the tip of his tongue and ducked away as quickly as possible.
However, the spear in the old man's hand also changed his attack, turning from sweeping to diagonal slash, and the speed was still extremely fast.
"I clearly noticed the trajectory of the spear, but I couldn't dodge it no matter what!"
The sword demon only felt an unconcealable feeling of powerlessness in his heart. His pupils suddenly shrank, but he could only watch the barrel of the spear quickly grow in size in his field of vision!
There was a snap.
The sword demon was thrown horizontally two to three meters by the gun, and several teeth were smashed violently, and they fell from the air with a trail of blood.
"Left shoulder." The old man didn't stop. He swept forward and stopped one meter in front of the sword ghost.
The spear quickly pointed at Sword Demon's left shoulder, poking out a bloody hole.
"Right arm." The spear came out like a dragon and pierced the sword demon's right arm.
"Left thigh."
"Left side of waist."
"Right calf." The old man seemed very polite and did not attack.
Before every move, you must shout in advance.
If he hadn't really stabbed several bloody holes in the sword ghost's body, this scene would have been like a martial artist instructing his apprentice to practice martial arts and testing his dodge skills!
"What...what are you doing?"
The swordsman Feixue Dao felt confused when he first saw it. After observing the battle carefully, he only felt happy in his chest.
This sword ghost had killed his brother. He relied on his keen intuition before and was very low-key in front of their flying snow swords, and he was able to avoid their combined attack without any injury.
Now in front of the old man, it was like a martial artist teaching a student. The latter tried his best to avoid but had no power to resist.
But the closer I looked, the more creepy I felt.
Although the defeat of the Sword Demon made him happy, their Feixue swords also attacked the old man selling paintings, and now they have provoked such a terrible enemy...
"Who is this old man?" He couldn't help but turned his head and asked Wayne next to him.
Wayne was a first-class martial artist and well-informed. With his eyesight, he could probably tell the truth about this old man.
"What grade? This has nothing to do with grade."
Wayne stared directly at Qiao Mu's face.
After reaching the age of 90, Qiao Mu has mastered the "Flesh and Flesh" technique he learned from Wu Qizheng, and is no longer a makeup artist.
Qiao Mu, who appeared today, did not use makeup to disguise himself, but used "Flesh and Blood" to fine-tune his appearance.
This also means that Qiao Shuanglin, who is ninety years old at this time, and Qiao Zhong, who is sixty years old, are 45% similar in appearance.
"Could it be that he is really the elder of the Qiao family?" Wayne the Divine Catcher was shocked and even had self-doubt:
"Could it be that what Qiao Zhong confessed that day wasn't a lie? Is there really an elder in the Qiao family who is more skilled in martial arts than he is?"
While Wayne was thinking, the situation on the field also changed.
"That's enough! How long will you continue to humiliate me?"
The sword ghost's eyes were bloodshot and he shouted:
"Old man, your physical body is very strong and your gun speed is extremely fast. You have obviously exceeded the limit of a fourth-level martial artist, right?"
"Obviously you are so old, but you have such a weird body. I guess you are also related to those who entered Taoism through martial arts. We may have flooded the Dragon King Temple tonight, and one family does not recognize the other..."
He was getting close again... Qiao Mu's eyes were cold, and the spear in his hand stayed on the Sword Demon's throat without piercing it.
Through the test just now, he finally understood the strength of the third-level god-refining martial artist.
This keen intuition is indeed very useful and can give the third-level god-refining warrior an advantage when dealing with fourth-level warriors.
But... the speed is still a bit slow.
"You said that I, Qiao Shuanglin, am related to those who enter Taoism through martial arts? Why do you ask?" Qiao Mu smiled secretly and asked.
He deliberately revealed his name.
"Anyone who enters the Tao through martial arts has an extremely powerful and inhuman body..." The sword ghost recalled it, his face full of longing.
"Wait a minute, I remember you said before that if you want to enter the Tao through martial arts, you need to step into the path of refining gods?" Qiao Mu frowned and asked:
"Refining the spirit first, and then the physical body?"
"That's right. The Golden Body Technique practiced by martial practitioners can be divided into three realms: copper skin, iron bone, and golden body..." Sword Demon knew that the situation was critical, and without waiting for Qiao Mu to press him, he took the initiative to explain like pouring beans through a bamboo tube:
"It is said that the physical strength of the initiate is closely related to the level of the God Refiner. A third-grade God Refiner martial artist like me can only achieve the Bronze Skin realm at most--"
Having said this, the sword ghost suddenly showed a look of extreme fear on his face.
His eyes widened in extreme horror, and then slowly turned into a daze. Finally, he lost focus, his pupils began to dilate, and he fell to the ground.
He died suddenly.
"Having said this, why did he die so suddenly? I haven't even had time to ask about the Blood Sun Picture..."
Qiao Mu thought, this Blood Sun Picture would probably fall into the hands of the Wanjia Chamber of Commerce... But this is not important, what he cares more about is the so-called entry into Taoism through martial arts.
The sword ghost's death obviously could not be due to sudden death or sudden illness, but because of what he said in the middle of his mouth.
"Gu insect? Talisman of life and death? Poison? Or a forbidden spell in the immortal way?" Many thoughts flashed through Qiao Mu's mind.
Regardless of martial arts or immortality, there are many ways to control people, but the magic of immortality is more sophisticated and leaves no trace.
The sudden death of the sword ghost adds a mysterious color to the so-called "entering Taoism through martial arts".
"Are you dead..." Qiao Mu suddenly turned his head and looked at the two Waynes who were secretly watching in the distance.
He had long discovered that the two of them were spying on each other, but he didn't care. He even wished that someone would watch.
The more people see him crushing the sword demon, the more famous he becomes.
"The court's eagle dog?" He looked at Wayne from a distance and just sneered:
"You didn't come when the Sword Demon snatched my Blood Moon Picture, but you came here at this time. Do you want to pick it up? Come on if you want. I will catch as many people as you want!"
"My Qiao family is a coward who has no fear of death!"