Chapter 165
But now the martial arts world is in murky waters, and Hai Wuya can't wait any longer.
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A lonely city in the desert.
In the afternoon, inside the dilapidated Taoist temple, Qiao Mu chatted with Jian Banxian.
After entering the city for a month, Qiao Mu preached in the military camp every morning, and in the afternoon he hung out with the Sword Exalted Immortal in the Taoist temple, teaching each other skills.
It has to be said that Jian Banxian has an extremely good understanding, probably the only one Qiao Mu has ever seen in his life.
In just one month, he had mastered the hard skill of Iron Crotch Kung Fu to a high level. He could move Qi and blood with a single thought and move his kung fu very quickly.
Although not as good as Qiao Mu, who has been practicing for nearly a hundred years, his achievements are not low.
As for "Pure Yang Wuji Gong", the sword banished the immortal and did not hide any secrets.
"Practice martial arts, no matter how deep your skills are, it is ultimately limited to weapon skills. If you enter the realm of spiritual refining, you will have more supernatural powers." When Jian Banxian was explaining martial arts, he showed the slightest bit of the demeanor of a strong man. God’s way comes one by one:
"Being strong physically and mentally is the way to be a martial artist like us."
"If you become a God Refiner, you can try to practice the method of witnessing, and you can defeat others without fighting..."
In fact, the special martial arts that Qiao Mu can only learn after cultivating the gods in his hands are not only "Eye Sword Technique", but also "Flesh and Flesh Transformation".
The "Flesh and Flesh Transformations" that Qiao Mu has on hand was obtained from Wu Qizheng. Its essence lies in using the mind and will to control one's own flesh and blood, so it can only be truly mastered after the third level of divine refining.
Before the third level, the only tricks he had mastered were disguise and bone shrinking.
Although Wu Qizheng's "Flesh and Flesh Changes" is different, it allows Qiao Mu to master the method of flesh and blood changes slightly before the third level, and slightly change his appearance, but after all, he has not yet entered the realm of refining, and cannot grasp the essence of it.
While the two were chatting happily, they suddenly heard the sound of a horn coming from a distance.
"The stranger is finally here?!"
"The stranger is here again..."
The two looked at each other with different expressions.
"Yan Nan, are you serious about not going into battle?" Lu Yanbei looked towards the city head and couldn't help but ask again.
He was just lucky, but seeing that Qiao Mu had become brothers with the sword-relegated immortal this month, he might have changed his mind.
"If you don't go, what's the point?"
Jian Banxian seemed to be very uninterested. He suddenly lost his interest in talking and just waved his hand towards Qiao Mu.
Lu Yanbei sighed slightly.
Jian Banxian has been in this city for thirty years, and no one has any expectations for him...except his brother.
But he also knew deeply that his younger brother seemed to have all the confidantes in the world, but in fact he was a heartless person who only loved him.
As the elder brother, he could make his younger brother look at him squarely, but that was all.
"Mr. Lu, let me go first." Qiao Mu stood up resolutely, eager to try.
It doesn't matter to him whether the sword banishes the immortal or not.
The important thing is that he needs to go.
"Urgent, urgent, urgent. I'm so anxious. There are only 300 old soldiers left in the city. If I get there late and the job of killing people is preempted by others, what will I do?"
Qiao Mu's heart was like a fire, and his body lifted up and blurred on the spot, disappearing into the distance.
Only the two brothers Lu Yanbei were left in this dilapidated Taoist temple, and they were both speechless.
Chapter 194 My child, don’t rush to die, let me do it first (4k
The sun sets.
The sound of the trumpet sounded like a whimper throughout the countryside.
The ancient city gate slowly rose. Captain Hai put on his mask and led the remaining soldiers out of the city to fight as usual.
Over the past forty years, fighting has become a habit.
Only this time, their fighting mentality was different from the past.
Until then, the city is doomed.
Every soldier and civilian in the city knows that this city cannot be defended. They are destined to die and cannot stop the strangers. The only difference is sooner or later.
There were no reinforcements, because Dayan was no match for Yi Ren.
Why is the foreigner trapped but not attacked? They can't guess what the foreigner is thinking.
But everyone knows: this city will be destroyed, they will die, there is no second possibility.
The desperate battle of the remnant army of Great Yan was nothing more than a cornered resistance.
It is admirable that the old soldiers have fought hard for forty years even though they knew they were going to die.
But Lieutenant Hai and Qiao Mu brought false hope to the city and this lonely army.
But just as they were leaving the city with high spirits, they found that the enemy troops rushing from a distance were different from before.
This is a group of two-meter tall soybean soldiers, wearing strong armor and armed with sharp weapons, but their bodies are round and tall, upright and tall, up to two meters high.
Every step he took left a deep footprint on the sand, no longer the light and airy posture of the paper soldier.
There are only fifty bean soldiers, led by a three-meter-tall bean general, totaling fifty-one.
Compared with the previous three hundred soldiers, the number was much smaller, but the invisible sense of oppression was still greater.
Captain Hai's eyes narrowed, and his keen intuition immediately made him feel a sense of danger like a thorn in the back.
The two sides have not yet engaged in battle, but he has already vaguely understood in his heart that the enemy today is different from the past.
"This city may not be able to be defended today." Captain Hai had this thought in his mind at this moment.
He didn't feel sad or scared, only a little relief in his heart:
"Fortunately, I made an appointment with Qiao Shuangsen to deceive the old and young in the city with lies. This month is enough to make the old and young in the city look at the plum blossoms to quench their thirst."
A veteran who crossed the desert and the news of the arrival of the Great Fire Fighting Immortal Army were enough to sweep away the old slump in the city, making the entire isolated city feel more prosperous than it had in forty years in the past month.
The news was false, but it really brought hope to this lonely city.
This is enough.
That this remnant army could hang alone in the desert and survive for forty years without reinforcements is already a miracle that will leave its mark in history.
Forty years has been more than half their lives for them, and now their journey is coming to an end.
Captain Hai no longer had any fear, but felt relieved.
"Attack!" He shouted angrily, holding a spear in his hand.
As the sun sets in the west, the hot desert wind blows the yellow sand, blowing against your face and making you feel hot.
Three hundred old soldiers unsheathed their swords. The blades and armor reflected the cold light under the sun, and their pale beards trembled in the wind under their helmets.
As the commander-in-chief, Captain Hai took the lead and stabbed a two-meter tall soybean soldier in the waist and abdomen.
The sharp, air-piercing spear light followed the gap in the tall soybean soldier's armor and penetrated deeply into the soybean soldier's waist and abdomen.
There was no blood flowing out of the bean soldier's wound. It was obvious that this was another Taoist soldier without blood and tears, not a real person.
This kind of wound would have been serious if it were a real person, and if it were a paper soldier, it would be basically dead. However, this tall bean soldier seemed to be fine, but his body paused and trembled slightly.
Captain Hai suddenly noticed a slight change in his face, and the next moment he abandoned the spear in his hand and turned sideways to avoid being hit by the giant knife in the hand of the bean soldier.
There was a bang, and the sand beneath my feet was shaken and trembled. The yellow sand exploded and a narrow ravine of two to three meters appeared.
"They are heavier, stronger, and thicker than paper soldiers..."
Captain Hai took a few steps back, and the stranger appeared in his hand and pulled out the saber from his waist. He could only hear the sound of wind behind his ears.
Looking back, I saw that the line formed by three hundred old soldiers was easily torn apart by this extremely powerful bean soldier. The huge soldiers in the hands of this tall soybean soldier swept across and were able to smash the old soldiers in the city, including their weapons, into the air. meters away.
If you touch it, you will die, if you touch it, you will be injured.
They have rich combat experience with paper soldiers, but they have no experience with the type of strangely powerful bean soldiers in front of them.
"Are there no aliens, only lifeless magic weapons? As the last enemy, although it is a bit of a loss, we have no choice."
Captain Hai raised his sword and looked around, only to see a vast expanse of yellow sand. Where could there be any trace of the stranger?
The paper soldiers can kill endlessly, and there are occasional tricks that can turn enemies into soldiers, but he has not seen a living alien for many years...
Captain Hai rushed into the enemy formation with a knife, climbed on the shoulder of a tall soybean soldier, grabbed the bean soldier's neck with one hand, and used the knife with the other hand to tear open the bean soldier's neck with a cold sword light.
The tall soldier's body trembled slightly, but Captain Hai heard a sharp sound of wind behind his ears, and his intuition made him sweat on his back.
Before he could turn around in time, he only felt a huge force coming from behind him, and the strong wind that just passed by him blew his entire body away.
Looking up, he saw a three-meter-tall tall soldier holding a giant hammer in his hand, looking at him expressionlessly. At his feet was a broken body of a tall soldier.
Their eyes met, and it was clear that the other person was not a real person, but Captain Hai's hair stood on end once again, and he felt a strong sense of threat.
"Just a strong wind passing by can knock me over... I'm invincible..."
"It's a pity that in the last battle of the city, we didn't see the stranger hiding behind the scenes..."
He clenched the sword in his hand, knowing that the end was near, and he couldn't help but remember the ups and downs in his mind.
Haisi is far from a general, just a sixth-grade captain who has managed to survive until now.
Among the 100,000-strong army in the past, there were many elders with higher rankings, stronger martial arts training, and seniority than him.
But almost all of them were dead, and those who were not dead were too old and too weak to go to the battlefield. Only he, a former sixth-grade captain, was left to take the lead.
Veteran generals in the military in the past may have had deeper feelings, a clearer sense of justice, deeper ideas and a firmer will.
But he didn't. He was just a sixth-grade captain, just a "young junior" who took over the torch from his predecessors.
And he should have died long ago.
"Veteran generals in the army in the past said that when strangers besieged an isolated city without killing them, it was like a cat playing with a mouse."
"The veteran said that foreigners treat our human race like earthworms, but we are just ordinary people, but we still have the integrity of the human race."
"Forefathers have faced national calamities one after another, but we and others who come after us dare not let them be humiliated!"
"If the city is destroyed today, all we can do is die."
Captain Hai roared angrily, this was his final mobilization as a captain.
He and a group of veterans raised their swords with high spirits and their fighting spirit soared into the sky, preparing for the last battle of their lives.
And at this moment.
A bloody light cut through the sky like a meteor, and the violent sound of breaking through the sky made even the veterans who had been on the battlefield look askance.
This was actually a long spear wrapped in a bloody aura. The tip of the spear penetrated the bodies of several tall soldiers like a broken bamboo. The remaining momentum was still intact and stuck on the sand dunes in the distance. The barrel of the spear trembled slightly.
"Young man, don't rush to die." An old man who was older than these old soldiers in the lonely city stepped forward with deep eyes:
"Let me come first!"
When he appeared, these tall soldiers seemed to be aware of it. Their green bean-sized eyes turned and they all looked at the tree. They all seemed to be attracted to him.
"The true master is here..." On the hillside of the wasteland a few miles away, monk Daoshun looked at this place from a distance.
"Mr. Qiao?" Captain Hai was obviously startled and briefly stunned.
The atmosphere was so aroused that he was ready to die. He was almost defeated by Qiao Mu's words of "young man".
Qiao Mu joked: "Children, you are only about half my age. For such a big thing, naturally you have to give way to me, an old man!"
"Children, reinforcements are coming, don't rush to die!"
Now that he is here, he will naturally stand at the forefront of the battlefield.
He has already said that he will not let others rush to kill him in front of him.
He stood in the wind, his robes all over his body rustling, and a surging energy like a wave came out of his body.
This energy first appeared pale white, and then quickly took on a blood color that was too thick to be dissolved.
"The demon is disintegrated!"
After the demon disintegrated, the strong inner energy exploded several times again, and all the energy visible to the naked eye suddenly exploded, like blood-colored waves surging out in waves.
He stepped hard, leaving deep footprints on the sand, and his body was gone like the wind.