Chapter 150
"General Li Changge is also a first-class martial artist. He is actually older than the martial saint, but his strength and reputation are slightly inferior. Although not as dazzling as the martial saint, he is also a rising martial arts star in the Great Yan court."
"And this "Lingxi Jue" is said to have been created by General Li when he was young."
"Forty or fifty years ago, although the Immortal Sect did not appear in the world to intervene in politics, Kyushu was not very peaceful. Monsters often caused trouble in various parts of Kyushu, and even launched a tide of beasts to flood the counties in various places..."
"Li Changge joined the army when he was young and often led his army to suppress monsters. Therefore, the couple often lived in separate places, spending less time together and more time apart."
"Mrs. Bai at that time was just a low-level martial artist, and her martial arts skills were actually far inferior to General Li's."
"And this "Lingxi Jue" was specially created by General Li. It takes the meaning of 'without a colorful phoenix flying on the body, but with a clear mind', so that even if the couple is separated from each other, their minds can communicate with each other from a distance. companion."
"Although the "Lingxi Jue" at this time is magical and can be practiced by low-level martial artists, it is actually very different from the later "Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Jue". The only practitioners are General Li Changge and his wife."
"Although the couple's deeds have become a good story, the secret method of "Lingxi Jue" has not been spread to the world, so its influence is limited."
"It wasn't until after the Alien War that Dayan's hundred thousand elite troops were wiped out. It is said that when Wu Shengren left the desert, he had already mastered the "Lingxi Jue"."
"Many years have passed, and there is a female god-refining warrior in Zhongzhou, who volunteers to station at Xi'an Pass. It has been twenty years now..."
Although the martial saint is strong, his martial arts still stand on the shoulders of his predecessors.
It's just that the "Lingxi Jue" that was once a good story about the harmony between husband and wife later became the "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros Jue" in which Wu Shengren sucked the spirit-refining martial artist. This may have been something that General Li could not have imagined even if he broke his head.
"'Lingxi Jue' sounds like it is the private secret knowledge of Li Changge and his wife, so why did it fall into the hands of the martial saint?" Qiao Mu was confused.
There was a third person's number in the couple's private phone calls, which sounded strange.
Especially later, practitioners of "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Jue" spread all over Jiuzhou, and it has become a means for Wu Jihui to select talents.
"This is unknown." The clairvoyant said slowly:
"Although Tingchao Tower has many eyes and ears, the past events of forty years ago have long been lost in this desert."
"Since one hundred thousand soldiers have been completely wiped out, the only one who knows about it is Wu Shengren."
"It's a pity that when Wu Shengren was still alive, he kept the past events of the Alien War secretive, and we Tingchaolou didn't find out."
"Now that even the Martial Saint is dead, the only one who knows about this past event is the Great Flame Army under the Nine Springs, right?"
Clairvoyant shook his head and smiled bitterly.
But halfway through laughing, his smile gradually froze.
With the help of the boundary-breaking talisman, he, like Qiao Mu, crossed the fairy gate's illusion formation and saw the true face of this desert.
The setting sun is like blood, and the dusk crows are flying.
As far as the eye can see, deep in the desert, a dilapidated old city stands alone.
The walls of this old city are in dilapidated condition, with uneven heights and many gaps. The plaque on the city gate has been blurred, and only the word "安" can be vaguely distinguished.
The army of Yin soldiers that Qiao Mu was tracking continued to move forward, and their target was obviously the towering isolated city in front of them.
"It's the ruins of the Anxi City... But although this city is dilapidated, it is generally quite complete. Are there still people in the city? Could it be travelers who disappeared in the desert in the past?"
The clairvoyant has never thought about the possibility that there are still remnants of the 100,000 elites who were still fighting today. He is just surprised.
But Qiao Mu's heart sank.
Daozhen's words seem to be true?
Are there really soldiers in this world who have guarded an isolated city for forty years?
Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced down at the boundary-breaking talisman in his hand.
When he saw this lonely city, the talisman in his hand had burned up and turned into ashes and disappeared with the wind.
Daozhen's boundary-breaking talisman was only responsible for bringing him to this lonely city in the desert, but it did not point out the way out.
The wind picked up, and the army of Yin soldiers floated in the wind as if they were weightless, as if they were going to ride the wind and rush up the city wall.
"It is indeed not a mortal army..." Qiao Mu was about to step forward when he suddenly heard the sound of a whimpering horn.
In the dusk, the whimpering horn sound came from the city wall, low and loud, spreading far away.
Next, he saw the gate of the old city suddenly opened, and groups of soldiers rushed out of it, rushing straight towards the Yin Soldier Legion.
For some unknown reason, the army defending the city did not defend the city. Instead, they gave up the advantage of the city wall and fought against the Yin soldiers outside the city.
Chapter 178 Old soldier in the isolated city (4k
The sound of the horn is like crying and complaining, and the sound is desolate and low, echoing in this desert.
The army from the old city rushed out of the city and fought with the Yin soldiers outside the city wall.
This army was also silent. For a while, the only sounds on the battlefield were the sound of dense footsteps and the sound of armor rubbing against each other.
Standing on the sand dune, Qiao Mu looked intently into the distance, carefully identifying the soldiers rushing out of the city, only to find that these soldiers were clearly old soldiers, with pale hair and wrinkles on their faces.
The soldiers were obviously veterans who had been fighting on the battlefield for many years. Their movements of wielding swords and spears were crisp and clean, without many unnecessary movements, and their cooperation seemed to be quite tacit. They were like a group of silent battlefield machines.
Qiao Mu's military marksmanship is extremely high and has been perfected. Naturally, it can be seen that these soldiers' battlefield marksmanship and knife skills have been trained for many years and their attainments are not shallow.
They rarely talked, there were no passionate slogans or shouts, they just fought in silence under the sunset.
After all, fighting on the battlefield is a dangerous thing that dances on the tip of a knife. You will die at every turn. It is human nature to be nervous and scared when you go to the battlefield, but the reaction of these veterans is very calm.
"Are there really any remnants of the army still alive today..."
Qiao Mu was silent for a moment. It was a little difficult for him to understand, and he turned his attention to the army of Yin soldiers.
The soldiers who were killed in the old city were unusual, and this army of Yin soldiers was even more unusual.
They seemed to have no weight, and their bodies would fly in the air with the strong wind in the desert. They looked quite flexible and did not look like living people.
The Yin soldiers with faces as white as paper marched together. They seemed to be a battle-hardened army. Their charging movements with guns were even and uniform. Hundreds of people almost made the same movements, but even when they were charging, their faces No expression, no anger.
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An old soldier of Dayan shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand burst out with energy, cutting the Yin soldier with a paper-white face in front of him into two pieces.
But the next change made Qiao Mu, who was watching from afar on the sand dunes, feel slightly shaken.
No blood flowed out from the wound of the Yin soldier who was chopped into two pieces, but the whole body suddenly became flat and thin, and then, blown by the strong wind, it turned into two pieces of paper-thin remains, floating to the ground. .....
No, it's not as thin as a piece of paper, this is a paper person.
Although they are paper figures, the weapons in their hands are as sharp as gold and iron weapons.
In this fight outside the isolated city, paper guns and paper swords were pierced into the bodies of the old soldiers, creating a bloody hole in one go, which was quite sharp.
The old soldiers of Dayan who walked out of the old city also began to suffer losses. Several old soldiers were decapitated by the paper knife. Their heads were missing, and their blood stained the red sand.
The leading veteran roared low, and the halberd in his hand swung an invisible force in the air, rolled up the yellow sand in the sky, and tore several paper soldiers around him in half.
The other veterans were also filled with righteous indignation and followed the veteran general, tearing a gap in the paper army's line.
"Are the people walking out of the old city really alive? How can there be living people here? Is this a mirage hallucination in the desert?"
All three of the storyteller's clairvoyant eyes were glazed over and he had difficulty understanding what he was seeing.
Qiao Mu's eyes narrowed slightly and fell on the paper man army.
"Looks like a paper man?"
The Paper Man Technique is an Immortal Technique, and he had seen it displayed when he had fought with Wu Qingxin, the saint of the Xuantian Sect.
So the so-called Yin soldiers that appeared in the desert were actually paper figures controlled by a certain immortal cultivator?
Qiao Mu did not wait for the clairvoyant beside him who was stunned by this battlefield. He tapped his toes under his feet and performed Qing Kung Fu. His figure flew across the sand dunes like an eagle flying over the water.
His qinggong was very good and he made almost no sound.
The paper soldiers did not have eyes on their backs, so they did not notice the rapid approach of the trees behind them.
But there was no shelter in the desert, so the veterans who walked out of the lonely city immediately discovered traces of Qiao Mu.
It's just that there wasn't much excitement or excitement on their faces, they just exchanged glances.
"I haven't met anyone from outside in many years..."
"Another martial arts master? Unfortunately, no matter how high one's martial arts are, it is difficult to change the overall situation... We are alone and helpless after all." Someone in the battle formation whispered, and then quickly continued to enter the battlefield.
At this time, Qiao Mu skillfully took out the two short spears hidden on his waist, twisted them one after another, and a long spear appeared in his hand.
He charged directly into the back of the paper-man army from behind, with his body like an eagle and his spear like a dragon.
At this time, Qiao Mu was over a hundred years old, and the strong internal energy accumulated in the past century exploded, and the spear in his hand was almost invincible.
With just one click of the spear, a big hole was made in the body of the paper soldier, and then he lost his voice and turned into tissue paper and fell to the ground.
The paper man army reacted quickly, and a small number of soldiers turned around and surrounded the tree. The sound of bowstrings continued, and sharp arrows made of white paper shot through the air.
And Qiao Mu moves quickly.
He held the gun in both hands and spun it rapidly in front of him. He swung the spear like the wind, and heard a constant tinkling sound. Arrows were knocked out by his spear.
When Qiao Mu first debuted in the past, he used a spear to block arrows and hit three arrows in a row. Now, his military spear skills have been perfected, and he can wave the spear in his hand to splash water without any flaws.
"Fighting with such a lifeless thing... is not good enough."
"It's not worth dying like this!" Qiao Mu took a deep look at the old soldiers in front of him. The tip of his spear shot out with fierce energy. Faced with the siege of the paper-man army on the battlefield, he killed seven in and seven out alone.
The veterans who walked out of the isolated city didn't pay much attention to the trees rushing out of the desert at first.
When he showed his martial arts skills and penetrated the paper man's line with overwhelming force, although they were surprised, they were not too excited.
After all, they have seen the world.
Pure strength cannot shock these battle-hardened veterans.
After all, they were led by Wu Shengren, the general of the Great Yan Court, and their former enemies were the Nine Immortal Sects...
No matter how powerful the martial arts master is, it is not enough to shock and excite them.
But at this moment, they were moved. After experiencing hundreds of battles, they almost lost their minds on the battlefield.
Because of the spear skills shown by this old man who was older than them on the battlefield.
Military marksmanship is not considered advanced marksmanship. It does not have complicated and exquisite changes in moves. Compared with the various advanced marksmanship skills of people in the martial arts world, it does seem crude and can only be regarded as basic marksmanship.
But Qiao Mu's military marksmanship was obviously extremely accomplished. Water couldn't be splashed when he swung a gun, and there were no flaws.
To master any martial arts move to a high level requires ten years of hard training and the baptism of a lot of sweat and blood.
And this old man who appeared from outside the desert has perfect military marksmanship?
"Is he a soldier of Dayan?"
Such a thought flashed through the minds of the old soldiers, and the hands holding their weapons trembled slightly.
After being trapped in the isolated city for forty years, a soldier from Dayan finally came outside?
The veteran general looked in the direction of Qiao Mu and saw only a middle-aged man standing on the sand dune. He did not see any other sergeants outside Qiao Mu and was slightly disappointed.
But after not seeing foreign soldiers for a long time, their hearts were still filled with ups and downs.
And at this time.
Qiao Mu raised his gun and shot it through the head of the last paper soldier, making a hole.
He gasped for a few breaths and looked down at the long and narrow wound on his waist and abdomen.
Although he has practiced martial arts for hundreds of years and has profound skills, his body is still made of flesh and blood.
The paper man's weapons were very sharp, not inferior to weapons made of gold and iron. He easily cut his waist and abdomen, and blood gushed out.
No matter how well you practice hard skills, your body is still made of flesh and blood, and it is difficult to block sharp weapons.
Behind Qiao Mu, the storyteller Clairvoyant walked slowly.
After the initial shock, he had gradually come back to his senses. His eyes passed over the defenders of these isolated cities, and finally landed on the remains of the sergeants.
The third eye on his eyebrows opened quietly. At this moment, he saw an invisible soul light group escaping from the body.
As soon as the soul escaped, it seemed to be pulled by some kind of force and disappeared into the yellow sand beneath its feet.
The clairvoyant squinted his eyes, thoughtfully, and glanced in a certain direction calmly.
...
On a mountain a few miles away, two immortal cultivators in Taoist robes were looking down at the sand table in front of them.
The hundreds of small paper figures on the sand table have all lost their movement and gradually broken into pieces.
"Senior Brother Daoshun, this time, you lost the bet." A Taoist smiled and looked at Taoist Gao next to him: