Chapter 182
Sure enough, someone in the crowd responded.
Walking out of the crowd was an old man with a stooped figure and burn marks on half of his face.
The old man in the library only had half of his face left, but his one eye was shining brightly at this moment:
"I'm not very strong. I'm at the peak of Qi refining and haven't built a foundation yet. Sword Banishing Immortal, do you have any need to use me?"
The old man in the library was Li Changge's younger brother. One of his faces was destroyed by the Bone-corroding Fire Talisman, but the warrior cut off his wrist in time, gouged out half of his face, and escaped with his life.
He is a generation older than Captain Hai and other veterans. He is one of the generals in the army in the past. However, he has been unable to go to the battlefield for a long time. He usually only guards the arsenal to support his retirement, but he does not expect that he is also cultivating immortality secretly.
"I'll leave the troublesome task of capturing the disabled old people in the isolated city to you." Jian Banxian said calmly:
"Although the magic power is weak, it is still possible to simply control this stone city."
The stone city in his hand levitated and flew into the hands of the old man in the library.
The old man in the library bowed, thanked and left.
"So now..." He turned back and looked at Qiao Mu, Captain Hai and others who were still standing in the yard.
"Then now, it's time for you to tell the truth, right? The sword banishes the immortal." Qiao Mu, who had been listening silently, suddenly spoke up.
"True? What does Third Brother mean by this?" Jian Banxian looked surprised.
Captain Hai also looked puzzled. Although he had just met the current Qiao Kesen, but based on the good impression established by the previous Qiao family members, he subconsciously thought that Jian Banxian was doing something secretly, so he asked the old soldiers around him to quietly Surround the sword and banish the immortal.
"Those words of yours are enough to deceive your own brother." Qiao Mu muttered:
"Thirty years ago, you were no match for Master Qingzhuo of the Dao Dao Sect, and you were captured by him in this isolated city."
"Since you have been a loser for forty years, your vitality and blood have been reduced in your later years, and your inner energy and skills have even regressed. Can you really be stronger in martial arts than you were thirty years ago?"
"As for the cultivation of Immortal Dao, you yourself said it yourself. Relying on Immortal Dao to compete with Qingzhuo Taoists is tantamount to playing tricks on others, and there is no possibility of victory."
"Thirty years have passed, and your immortal methods are not enough to fight against it, and your martial arts skills have also declined. So where does the 20% certainty you just mentioned come from?"
Jian Banxian was silent and glanced at Qiao Mu with slight surprise.
"Third brother is very discerning..."
The way he acted just now, bragging about his own prowess, was actually doing it for Lu Yanbei to see.
How could he try his best to send Lu Yanbei out of the city without being more confident?
If he hadn't been afraid of boasting too much, he would have said 80% certainty just now, instead of 20%.
However, Lu Yanbei is not stupid. After all, he is also an eighty-seven-year-old martial arts star with a lot of experience.
It's just that as the elder brother of Jian Banxian, he has always had an almost blind trust in Jian Banxian, and he will believe whatever he says.
"The 20% certainty I said is actually the certainty that my brother will survive."
Jian Banxian looked straight into Qiao Mu's eyes, as if he wanted to see the slightest emotional fluctuations in the old man's eyes:
"Third brother, if I say that if I want to be more certain of success, I need your life, what will you do?"
"Is there such a good thing?" Qiao Mu blurted out, with a look of joy in his eyes that the Sword Banished Immortal couldn't understand at all.
He has seen many brave people who are not afraid of death in the past thirty years.
But having already seen the hope of survival, and resolutely choosing the path of death, and still being so happy... it was really hard for him to understand.
"Jian Banxian, although you and I have just met, you should know... There is no one in my Qiao family who is greedy for life or afraid of death." Qiao Mu smiled and touched his neck, and said boldly:
"If you want my great head to sacrifice to the sword, it's okay to take it!"
Jian Banxian silently watched Qiao Mu's expression, and the expression on his face also fluctuated slightly.
He and Qiao Kesen actually met for the first time.
The person who stayed with him day and night for more than a month was Qiao Shuangsen, who first entered the lonely city.
Because Qiao Kesen was not Qiao Shuangsen, he asked this question.
Because Qiao Kesen is also a member of Qiao's family, that's why he asked this question.
And now he has the answer in his heart.
"We haven't left the Jiuzhou Wulin for thirty years, but there is such a Qiao family in the world? It seems that in the past thirty or forty years, the Wulin has finally undergone some unprecedented changes." Jian Banxian nodded:
"Third brother, you are worrying too much. You are not sacrificing your life to the sword."
"I practice swordsmanship, not magic."
Speaking of this, Jian Banxian also felt a bit despondent in his heart.
In the final analysis, these thirty years have been abandoned.
If his skills have stagnated or even regressed, there is naturally a reason why he failed.
"But you need my help?" Qiao Mu asked again.
Except for a sword-banished immortal, he was already the person with the highest martial arts skills in this isolated city.
Although he is not a match for the elders of the Immortal Sect, he may still be able to do his best.
Seeing Jian Banxian nod his head, Qiao Mu proactively suggested:
"In that case, then let's just leave it like this."
"You stay with me in this city to fight. Even if we lose, you can still act as bait."
"And my brother in the clan..." Qiao Mu looked at his silent body behind him, and thought for a long time before he remembered the name he just casually named:
"Qiao Xiaoming's Qinggong is also quite good, but he can lead this stone city to hide in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to come out."
Speaking of this, Qiao Mu thought of something again, and picked up the little tabby cat that was sucking at him with one hand:
"The name of this demon cat is Wu Chang. He can hide in my shadow, and even the immortal master may not be able to detect it. If it holds the stone city in its mouth and hides in my shadow, Lu Yanbei's The confidence of survival can be improved a few points."
Qiao Mu prepared to split into two groups.
It's him one way, and it's him the other way.
As he spoke, the streets outside the Taoist temple had become quiet.
The old man in the library suspended the stone city in his hand, and sent all the disabled old women and children in the city into the stone city in his hand.
If Sword Banished Immortal was to do this kind of thing, he would definitely not gain the trust of the old and disabled people in the city, and he would probably have to spend a lot of money talking about it.
As for Li Changge's younger brother, this half-faced old man who walked off the battlefield, the disabled elders in the city naturally trust him.
At this time, Qingzhuo Taoist was approaching. It was a race against time. There was not much time to explain, but there was no doubt. The speed of entering Shicheng was very fast.
Soon, this lonely city quickly became quiet, and there was no sound of people on the streets.
In the surrounding area, only a few old soldiers such as Qiao Mu, Jian Banxian, and Captain Hai were left.
"The sword banishes the immortal..." Captain Hai also spoke at this time:
"Is there anything we can do?"
"You?" Jian Banxian glanced at him sideways:
"Just you?"
He and Captain Hai had never seen eye to eye, but now they just happened to be on the same side.
"Oh, although that old guy Qingzhuo's target is me, if the whole city is empty, he might also be suspicious."
"Let's do this." Jian Banxian pointed at the dozens of stone statues in the Taoist temple.
"You old soldiers, drop your blood and essence on the stone statues. These stone statues are Taoist soldiers that I have made according to the methods of the Immortal Sect. Although they are too rough to be put into the battlefield, if you have the energy and blood of warriors, you may be able to disguise them. Become a soldier."
"...will this work?"
Captain Hai was a little skeptical, but he didn't know much about immortality, so he could only nod.
After all, these old soldiers were almost all injured in the battlefield just now. In fact, they don't have much strength to fight anymore. Now that they can have an effect with a little blood, it can be considered as their best effort.
But when Captain Hai took a closer look at the stone statues, his expression gradually became awkward.
Without exception, these stone statues are all women, and they are extremely charming. Especially the statue that Jian Banxian pointed out to him is a mature woman with a good figure and a broad mind...
Captain Hai suspected that Jian Banxian was targeting him, but he had no evidence.
But this was a critical moment after all, and Captain Hai had no time to be pretentious. He raised a knife and cut a small wound on his wrist, letting the blood drip on the stone statue.
After finishing the work, the old man holding the library in Shicheng's hands had also returned, allowing these old soldiers to enter Shicheng one after another.
By this time.
In such a large lonely city, there is no human voice anymore, the whole city is empty and silent.
Only a few people were left in this Taoist temple.
"The magic weapon refined by the immortal way is quite strange..." Qiao Mu carefully picked up the stone city and felt that the weight of the stone city was quite heavy, but it was not so heavy that he could not lift it.
He casually pressed Shi Cheng on the top of Demon Cat Wuchang's head, but the Demon Cat was unaware of the weight on its head, still sticking out its tongue, and lay down at Qiao Mu's feet.
"The troublemakers are gone."
"Then, before Qingzhuo arrives, let's talk about the plan to confront him." The sword-relegated immortal picked up a stone sword stuck in the corner.
"Forty years ago, I became the best in the world, and I could kill everyone in the world."
"But even so, it's not enough."
"My sword can kill all the heroes in the world, but if you want to kill an immortal, it is not enough."
The Sword Banished Immortal held the stone sword in his hand, looking as if he had lived in another world.
The sword in his hand is made of stone, but it can still be regarded as a sword.
This is the first time in thirty years that he, the Exiled Sword Immortal, has raised a sword.
Thirty years passed by suddenly.
When his brother Lu Yanbei was about to die, he finally saw the confusion in his heart and roughly understood why the old soldiers in this city had to die for others...
But it's too late.
Jian Banxian is eighty-seven years old this year.
Forty years ago, he was already the strongest martial artist in the world. He was called an Immortal in the world. He could be called a genius selected by countless warriors in the land of Kyushu. He dominated the martial arts of an era.
But he had wasted thirty years.
In the minds of the sword-banished immortals at that time, although showing up was a sign of self-destruction, in a sense, it was also a form of resistance.
Although the sword banished the immortal did not care about the lives of soldiers and civilians, this hundred-mile desert has the immortal sect's soul-binding formation. If he takes action and dies in the hands of the Qingzhuo Taoist who comes after hearing the news, the souls of the dead will also fall into the Qingzhuo. In the hands of a Taoist.
He does not fight to the death, because it is better to die than live, and his own life is the most important.
There's always a price to pay for messing up.
Practicing martial arts is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. As he gets older, his skills have declined even more. Although his realm is still there, he has retreated after all.
If he still has time, he may be able to practice martial arts again. I think it won't be too difficult to spend some time to regain his strength. After all, the foundation is still there.
But he ran out of time.
The Sword Banished Immortal raised the stone sword in his hand and looked at the tree beside him.
"The sword of a human warrior is not enough to kill an immortal."
"Urgent times call for extraordinary measures. I just don't know how aware Third Brother is?" he asked.
"Tell me, how do you want me to die?" Qiao Mu was very straightforward, even a little eager to give it a try.
"Have you ever heard of... the art of slaying the sky and drawing the sword?" The Sword Exorcist looked up at the sky.
The sky in Gucheng is always gray, shrouded by a huge formation. When you look up, you can only see a scorching sun and boundless yellow sand.
Chapter 212 The Sword of Killing Immortals (4k
"This technique of cutting the sky and drawing the sword has only one move. Once the sword is out, it will never come back. I am invincible..."
"The first level is what I call killing me."
"First cut your own way to survive, and have the thought that there is no return, and that I am invincible, then you can concentrate all your strength and be invincible..."
In the dilapidated Taoist temple, Jian Banxian simply demonstrated a few gestures to the trees.
Before Taoist Qingzhuo arrived, he planned to teach the essence of his swordsmanship.