Chapter 175
But he is only one person.
No matter how strong a person is, he cannot protect this city. Ordinary warriors are also made of flesh and blood.
Moreover, Qiao Shuangsen took the lead and died in battle. How could Captain Hai let his old father die in this desert?
"You and your son have done enough for Gucheng..." Captain Hai advised.
The Qiao family and his son brought life to this isolated city, but it was obvious that the enemy came too fast and had no time to leave.
But this is not important, because the old soldiers have already had the desire to die, it is just a matter of time.
If there really is an immortal-killing army in Kyushu, it must be a big loss to lose a centenarian Qiao Jisen here.
"We are not afraid of death, but sacrifice must have its meaning, not death for the sake of death."
"Since you can join the battle, I hope that given time, the Immortal Defeating Army including you will also be able to join the battle... So it is more useful for you to survive."
"This is based on the overall situation." At this time, Captain Hai began to persuade based on the overall situation.
"What you think is your business." Qiao Mu said casually:
"The Qiao family's family motto is, where the heart goes, the way goes."
"What I want to do in my heart is my path, and it has nothing to do with you."
Born to be immortal, Qiao Mu has always had no taboos in his actions. He doesn't care about gains and losses, other people's opinions, or the overall situation. He can do whatever he wants.
He completely ignored Captain Hai's nagging and looked back, just in time to see Storyteller Clairvoyance, Lu Yanbei and others arriving one after another.
"The clairvoyant is here." Qiao Mu's eyes moved.
He continued to wait at the top of the city, not to play some "you go quickly" or "you go first" drama with Captain Hai, but to wait for the clairvoyant to arrive.
Three hundred bean generals will be exhausted if they fight hard, so in Qiao Mu's view, the clairvoyance of Tingchao Tower is the chance to break the game.
As long as we can find the stranger hiding behind these three hundred bean generals, we can surely solve them as easily as killing Daoshun.
"Clairvoyance, can you find the stranger's location?" Qiao Mu asked.
The clairvoyant stood on the city wall and looked around. The third eye on his eyebrows opened and scanned around, but his brows gradually furrowed.
"Perhaps I have used the illusion array to cover my location...I need time." The clairvoyant said directly:
"If I find out, I can inform Mr. Qiao at any time through sound transmission."
Sound transmission is a special martial art that can transmit sound through the air, so that the sound can only reach the ears of a specific person or a few people.
Qiao Mu nodded. Without hesitation, he bent his knees slightly, raised his spirits, and jumped down from the ancient city wall.
call out!
Holding a spear in his hand, he seemed to turn into a white meteor piercing the sky.
The meteor landed, and he shot through the head of a bean general, and the inner energy in his body exploded, tearing the bean's body apart instantly.
After obtaining the god-refining chapter of "Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu", he has not only increased his skill for more than thirty years, but Chunyang Wuji Kung has also broken through to the level of god refining, so his skill has become more refined.
Even if the demon doesn't need to disintegrate, he can still kill this bean general through the tactic of squandering his inner energy.
However, the situation this time was different from last time.
Three hundred three-meter-tall bean generals formed a tall crowd and rushed forward. Only the twenty or thirty bean generals around them turned around and attacked the tree. The remaining two hundred or so bean generals showed no intention of stopping.
"The first goal is not to kill me, but to destroy the city?" Qiao Mu tightened his grip on the spear, and then the wind sounded.
Without looking back, as if there were eyes behind his back, he turned around and shot the man behind him who was holding a giant hammer through the body.
After entering the Refining God, he was at ease on the battlefield and could rely on his intuition to instinctively avoid the siege of these generals.
But this is not enough.
If Qiao Mu were a person, then he could slowly engage in guerrilla warfare and gradually eat away at these generals.
But there is a city behind him. Although the decisive battle is outside the city, it is still a city defense battle.
These bean generals won't be able to kill him for a while.
But again, Qiao Mu was alone, and he couldn't stop these three hundred bean generals.
"I can't stop them. I have to fight to the death. It will take time for the clairvoyant to be confused by the illusion array again. I have to hold on for a while...then..."
"The demon is disintegrated!"
When trouble comes to an end, the demon will disintegrate!
As long as the demon is disintegrated, everything will be fine!
Chapter 206 Please, my future self (4k
The escaping white energy brought with it a thick blood that could not be dissolved. Qiao Mu held a spear in his hand and ran rampant among the generals, like a bloody meteor shuttle back and forth.
The pores on his body were bleeding outwards, but there was a strange calm state in his heart, which made him seem to be able to sense the generals besieging him from all directions.
At this time, he was like a big fish in the rapid water.
You don't need to use your eyes to see or hear with your ears, but to feel with your intuition. You can feel the euphorbia coming from behind, the sharp sound of the euphorbia cutting through the air, and the subtle sound of the air rushing against the skin. intuition.
Then the trees moved.
He was a fish in the turbulent water. He instinctively swept the spear in his hand like a fish with its tail. The spear rippled in the air with ripples of blood-colored energy like water waves. He smashed the waist and abdomen of a man behind him, and the surging energy suddenly exploded.
With more than a hundred years of martial arts skills and many bloody battles on the battlefield, he finally stepped into the path of god refining and was at ease on the battlefield.
Wherever he went, the clothes and armor passed by, and the three-meter-tall Dou split his body into pieces and collapsed.
However, although he is strong, his body is constantly bleeding, which is the price of the demon's disintegration.
His injuries were not inflicted by the enemy, but self-inflicted.
The powerful energy was depleted at an alarming rate, and the damage to the meridians inside his body gradually deepened.
At this time, he is the brightest star on the battlefield, but he is also a fleeting meteor, only shining for a moment!
Such a scene fell in the eyes of Captain Hai and others behind him, making them even more dazzled.
Qiao Jisen is not Qiao Shuangsen.
Qiao Shuangsen was the one who brought lies to Gucheng. He was the first to tell them that there was still an Immortal Defeating Army in Kyushu and that this Gone City had not yet been forgotten. Therefore, although he died, he still had weight in the hearts of Captain Hai and others. .
After Qiao Shuangsen died in battle, he was buried by Captain Hai and others in the forest of steles on the hillside below the city, sleeping with a hundred thousand soldiers. This represented a kind of recognition.
A foreign veteran from Kyushu who died for them is of course also their colleague and their comrade-in-arms.
But Johnson is different.
He is Qiao Shuangsen's old husband. He first entered the isolated city. He just inherited his son Qiao Shuangsen's unfinished business and served as the second vanguard of the Immortal Conqueror Army. He also continued to preach the "Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru" in the city.
But in the final analysis, he was still a stranger, not Qiao Shuangsen who had been with Captain Hai and others for a month.
So Captain Hai let him escape because he felt guilty about "Qiao Shuangsen".
Qiao Shuangsen is dead, so his old father Qiao Jisen cannot continue to die here.
This is a simple kindness to Qiao Sen, a kindness to fellow relatives, but it is not a feeling of fellowship.
But when Captain Hai saw Qiao Jisen rushing to the front line with blood, he suddenly understood in his heart.
This scene is very similar to when Qiao Shuangsen entered the enemy camp with a gun.
The same fearlessness of death, the same attack to disintegrate the demon, the same look as if he was afraid that others would rush him into battle and die...
How can such a picture and such a figure not remind you of Qiao Shuangsen, who died in battle before?
"Both father and son of the Qiao family are heroes." Captain Hai held the sword in his hand and felt heroic in his heart:
"My son died on the battlefield, and my father with white hair continues to fight on the battlefield. It's admirable and admirable!"
"Old brothers, how can we let the Qiao family and his son be more beautiful than before?"
Captain Hai raised his arms and shouted, so three hundred old soldiers unsheathed their swords and rushed forward first.
The sun sets in the desert, and the sword reflects the cold light.
The three hundred old soldiers silently charged forward, following closely behind the tree. Facing the three-meter-high bean general wall that did not look like a mortal, they launched another charge, just like countless days and nights in the past forty years.
The storyteller on the city wall looked down at this scene with his clairvoyant eyes, and he unconsciously felt a surge of excitement in his heart.
Emotions can be contagious and can be transmitted from one person to a group of people.
The world needs heroes.
A hero who sacrifices his life is like a ray of light in the dark night, making light appear in the eyes of the masses.
The general takes the lead, the emperor leads the expedition in person, and the soldiers bravely fight to take the lead.
As a foreign warrior, Qiao Jisen fought so hard to be the first, which naturally had a considerable motivating effect.
But the world needs more than just heroes.
Because heroes can get hurt, bleed, and die.
How can a single hero fight against the waves of the times?
A general without soldiers who takes the lead is a dead end, and an emperor without soldiers who leads the expedition is a joke.
A single hero can only become a martyr, but cannot control the great wheel of the times.
If there are no successors to follow, no matter how fearless a hero is, he will ultimately be a fleeting firework, more than magnificent and not beneficial to the overall situation.
But the lone army in this city is different.
The 100,000 soldiers who accompanied Wu Shengren and Li Changge on their expeditions in the past can be said to be the bravest group of people on the land of Kyushu in the last era. They were placed high hopes by the Great Yan court at that time, and they were the warriors who tried to save the world in the past.
Even if they died in the battle or were defeated, there are still three hundred old veterans who continue to resist the aliens and continue to resist to this day.
So they won't sit back and watch Qiao Jisen die alone.
"I will never find such a group of soldiers in Kyushu outside who are willing to sacrifice their lives..." Thousand Mile Eyes admired in his heart.
But despite the admiration, he was not optimistic in his heart.
The frontal battlefield cannot be defended.
The strength of a god-refining martial artist is that he is both physically and mentally strong. Even a first-grade martial artist is still made of flesh and blood, and his attack range is limited.
Once the internal energy leaves the body, it will weaken quickly. Most of the time, it can only be attached to the fists and feet, and the internal energy will explode with the attack.
It's not impossible to use energy in the air, but even if you are a martial artist who is refining the spirit, the attack range of your internal energy is limited to about ten meters.
Qiao Mu has more than a hundred years of skill. At this time, when the demon disintegrated, he burst out with the equivalent of five hundred years of skill in a short period of time. The amount of internal energy was quite astonishing.
However, due to the limited attack methods of the warrior himself, no matter how he explodes, his killing efficiency is also limited.
It is impossible to cut out tens of meters of sword light with one sword. Such things basically only exist in the mouths of storytellers, and are beyond the scope of the ability of a first-grade god-refining martial artist.
So the clairvoyant knew that Qiao Jisen would die.
No matter how strong a single warrior is, he will not be able to influence the outcome of the battle on a slightly larger alien battlefield. This is the understanding of Tingchaolou Storyteller.
The turning point of the war fell on the shoulders of a storyteller like him.
This is an anecdote for the clairvoyant... The storytellers in Tingchao Tower have always listened to the tide but not played with it. This is the first time for the clairvoyant to be so deeply involved in the war.
Qiao Mu didn't think as much as the clairvoyant.
After entering the battlefield, he only focused on one thing.
die!
Bring death to the enemy, and also bring a vigorous death to yourself.
But when he heard the footsteps of the veterans behind him and heard Captain Hai's praise, he felt funny in his heart.
At this moment, the clairvoyant voice of the storyteller came to my ears.
That was the clairvoyant pointing the direction to Qiao Mu, pointing to the location of the stranger hiding behind the three hundred bean generals.
It was obviously a noisy battlefield, but the clairvoyant's sound transmission could penetrate the distance of hundreds of meters and accurately fall into his ears.
At this time, Qiao Mu's whole body was bleeding, and the skin around him was broken like a spider web. The blood seeped out and continued to splash on the yellow sand under his feet as he moved.
His speed began to slow down, and the spear in his hand did not avoid the enemy's weapon, but was hit by General Dou's giant hammer.
The terrifying strange power caused the spear to instantly twist and deform, and Qiao Mu also trembled, his mouth split open, and more blood spilled out.