Chapter 229

Chapter 229

"So, that's my answer."

Qiao Mu opened his eyes, still talking to himself.

However, none of the twenty bronze-bodied Taoist soldiers surrounding them dared to step forward. They just looked at each other, expecting who would take the lead.

"Did you hear that..." He finally opened his eyes:

A voice that has echoed throughout my eighty years. "

The moment his eyes opened.

It was as if the sword in the box was unsheathed, and the illusory sword light flashed in the void where the eyes were looking.

The twenty bronze-bodied Taoist soldiers in front of him were all shocked, as if someone had stabbed their heads with a sword. They were suddenly dizzy and almost dropped their weapons.

When they were dizzy and filled with fear and anger, they noticed a sudden wind blowing on the street.

This is a violent wind.

This strong wind blew from the direction where the tree stood, making the robes wrapped around the bronze generals rustle.

Look up.

I saw the white-haired man standing in the middle of the road. At this moment, the strong inner energy of the ocean came out of his body, spreading out in waves like a wave.

"Simply the internal energy radiating from the inside out can be so powerful? Li Gongde and Xing Xuanshi in the dark were both shocked: "Such a powerful internal energy is actually more powerful than the two brothers Qiao Shui and Qiao Tuo. Cut off.... No, that's not the point. "

"The point is that he actually has inner strength? He is not a Taoist soldier, but a real martial artist?"

At this time, even Li Gongde, who was an immortal cultivator, was stunned.

The bodies of Taoist soldiers such as Tielang and Luohan were no longer pure flesh and blood.

It is precisely because the transformation of the so-called "Golden Body Jue" is so extensive that the meridians in the body no longer exist, so the whole body can be turned into copper skin and iron bones.

But Qiao Mu's situation is completely different from that of these Tao soldiers practicing "Golden Body Art".

"It's not that he has no inner strength... but he doesn't need to use his inner strength. He can take off the head of the copper-skinned Taoist soldier by relying solely on physical strength?" Li Gongde's mind was spinning. He didn't understand what had just happened until now. means nothing.

"Using flesh and blood to tear apart the copper-skinned Taoist soldiers made of the immortal material Moirite Orichalcum with just strength?"

He unconsciously raised his eyes to look at Qiao Mu, his heart filled with shock.

He saw that the corners of Qiao Mu's mouth, with long snow-white hair that almost reached the ground, were rising unconsciously amid the heavy energy that was like a sea wave.

There was an expression on his face for the first time since he woke up from his dream and reappeared in Daqin Fucheng.

It's a faint smile.

"So, this is my answer." His eyes, as deep as the abyss, were looking at King Qin from a distance behind the crowd, his gaze as sharp as the edge of a sword.

"You are talking to yourself, what kind of lunatic are you?" King Qin responded tit for tat. His eyes were bright and his mind was quite tough. He was not weak at all.

Qiao Mu didn't answer, but stepped heavily on his feet.

Caishikou Long Street was slightly shaken, and then suddenly collapsed into a small pit, and his figure was shot out.

"Qiao is born to be upright and upright. Since his thoughts are clear, why should he regret it?"

"Even if I die, I will never regret it!"

Amidst the violent screams of the air, the tree body shot through the air like a sharp arrow, and the rolling inner energy covering the whole body changed again, turning into red blood:

"The demon is disintegrated!"

The twenty burly copper-skinned generals had been mentally shocked just now. Now their faces were pale and their formations were in disarray. They could only let their shadows pass by.

Only King Qin’s eyes remained firm:

"The fiery fine gold is taken from the long river of flames in the center of the earth. It takes thousands of years to take shape. It is then tempered by the real fire of the Great Dao Sect Immortal for seven or seventy-nine days before it becomes fine gold."

"How can the flesh and blood of an ordinary warrior resist the gold and iron of immortality?"

He didn't avoid it at this moment, but instead raised his energy and clenched his fists.

The fist punch penetrated the air and made an explosive sound. After violent friction with the air, it quickly heated up and turned red, like a blazing flame.

Fist to fist!

Since this warrior is stupid enough to confront him head-on with his body, then of course he will accompany him!

King Qin did not have confidence in himself, but in the methods of Dao Dao Sect and the Immortal Dao -----

There was a loud bang in the wind, and he felt an overwhelming force hitting his fist. The fist made of fiery gold cracked loudly, and even his wrist bent backwards, like a heavy hammer hitting it. own chest.

King Qin's eyes were stunned for a moment, and the next moment his chest collapsed downwards, and a hole was clearly visible.

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There was a loud bang.

The fierce wind stirred up a circle of smoke and dust, sweeping in all directions.

King Qin looked down at the hollow hole in his chest and stumbled unconsciously.

Unlike other Taoist soldiers such as Arhat, he has been completely transformed into a golden body and is indestructible.

There was no blood flowing out of the hollow in the chest, and there were no flesh or organs.

This is undoubtedly a fatal injury for ordinary people. Even for King Qin, such an injury is already extremely serious for him.

What was worse than the injury on his chest was actually the huge impact on his mind.

King Qin's mind was extremely firm.

As early as twenty years ago, when he was still the city lord of a small town in Zhongzhou, when he met a cultivator of the Xuantian Sect, to show his sincerity to the Tao, he killed his wife in front of the cultivator of the Xuantian Sect and committed suicide. bonds of this world.

Although the cultivators of the Xuantian Sect did not accept him as a disciple, Qin Shiqing's mind became as strong as a blade, and his martial arts practice became smooth. He entered the realm of god refining with ease. Later, he reached the first level of god refining and sat in the imperial capital Tianlao.

But martial arts has never been his insistence, immortality is his lifelong pursuit.

The worldly connections can be thrown away, and the physical body can be thrown away. The more things he throws away, the further away he will be from mortals and the closer he will be to the great road, until he becomes the King of Qin and achieves the golden body of martial arts.

But this time....

"He is not like Qiao Tuan who uses strong internal energy to strike hard through the air, but a combination of physical fist strength and internal energy, to face my iron fist head-on?"

King Qin was only shocked at this moment, and his palms even trembled slightly.

Such power was what he had dreamed of back then...

Because this kind of punching power and internal energy are far beyond the scope of the ninth-grade martial arts system...which is also the so-called super-grade.

The so-called super-grade does not refer to a martial arts realm, but a title, which refers to a martial artist who is far above the first-grade and vaguely beyond the control ability of the Great Yan court.

The end of martial arts in the world is the first level, and there is no way forward.

Therefore, a super-level martial artist is a person who reaches the end of the ninth-level martial arts and then goes one step further. There is no specific realm to describe and distinguish.

"Why is he able to achieve the highest level of martial arts? And it is also the double super level of qi, blood and inner strength?"

King Qin unconsciously felt a sense of resentment in his heart.

"I have devoted myself to the Tao and have not relaxed for a moment for decades. I have cut off all external objects and outsiders that shake my mind. I have been walking alone for a long time, and only a heart of Tao is as cold as iron. I have paid so much. It took a price to achieve a golden body in martial arts, why do you compare with me?"

King Qin gritted his teeth and raised his remaining left fist again.

What greeted him was a mountain-like tsunami of blood-colored vigor that instantly overwhelmed him, as well as a pair of eyes as sharp as swords.

For a moment, it was as if a sword was stirring back and forth in his mind, and he was not even conscious.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Amidst the dense roar, fists struck like a violent wind and rain. For a moment, King Qin could only see dense shadows of fists overlapping each other.

He raised his remaining left fist in front of him to protect him, but he only managed to hold on for two or three breaths before his arm was swung away by the huge force, leaving his chest and head wide open.

Qiao Mu locked his one arm with one hand, and made a fist with the other hand, hitting his head one after another like a sudden rain.

The air rippled with energy visible to the naked eye, and the head made of blazing gold quickly twisted and deformed under repeated heavy blows.

The eyes of the twenty bronze-skinned Taoist soldiers who had formed an encirclement widened.

At this time, Qiao Mu did not use his sword skills to impact their minds, but they only felt their minds agitated and were greatly frightened.

If a body of flesh and blood can suppress the King of Qin who has achieved a first-grade golden body...then what else do they need to practice the "Golden Body Art"?

Moreover, this was not like Qiao Tuan who relied on his strong inner strength to hit through the air, but punches and punches coming out at once, facing Hong head-on without any tricks.

After three breaths.

Qiao Mu stood up with his fist closed and looked at King Qin in his hand.

At this time, King Qin's head was obviously deformed, and his head was flattened by a huge force. His face had a crooked nose and slanted eyes, with many depressions and deformations, and it was no longer human-like.

"That's almost it." Qiao Mu stopped his hand and let out a long breath.

In the first thirty years of the dream, he beat the King of Qin many times to masturbate.

Now, with great effort, he finally restored King Qin to his crooked nose and eyes after being beaten in his dream.

Feeling relieved.

"Well done!" King Qin, who was dying and suffering both physical and mental injuries, laughed loudly:

"This punch ruined my life, and also ruined the lives of the Qiao family, a powerful martial arts clan. Congratulations!"

"I am the King of Qin, and behind me is the Dao Sect, one of the nine immortal sects. If I die, the immortal elders will come in person! Poor other Qiao family members will die because of your impulse from now on!"

"You are too selfish and too reckless! If you are plotting against the rest of the Qiao family and the livelihood of the world, you should not take action and provoke the Immortal to punish you!"

"If you spare my life, there is still a glimmer of hope..."

"Okay, I'll spare your life." Qiao Mu agreed readily.

This reaction even made King Qin a little stunned, as he didn't understand what he meant at all.

He had just been traumatized by the swordsmanship, and his mind was as sharp as a knife. He just thought of something and said something under the threat of death, but he didn't expect... that it really convinced him?

King Qin secretly gritted his teeth and tried to control his body of blazing gold again, but at this time, he only felt that his normally controllable body weighed tens of thousands of pounds, and it was almost difficult to lift a finger.

"My mind has been severely damaged..." King Qin was also a first-level god-refiner who had practiced martial arts for many years. At this moment, he understood his condition with a thought.

Before the fist fight with Qiao Mu, he was full of confidence and had an iron heart, and he withstood Qiao Mu's sword skills.

But when his iron arm was directly broken and his chest was punched through, he lost his mind.

"My Taoist heart is showing signs of collapse... I have to stabilize it." King Qin secretly gritted his teeth.

As a first-level God Refiner, he certainly knew the consequences of mental collapse, so he quickly gathered his mind and said to himself in his heart:

"It's me who loses, not the Immortal Chief of Dao Dao Sect, let alone the Immortal Dao!"

"My choice was absolutely right! It was just a moment of carelessness..."

"As long as my mind is stable and does not collapse, as long as the immortal chief of Dao Dao Sect comes, there will still be a day for me to make a comeback!"

Even if this body is destroyed, as long as his mind is not lost, King Qin can still live... This is due to the changes in his soul after his physical body died for the first time.

The real Qin Shiqing had died at that time, and the current King Qin was actually similar to some kind of wandering soul. Although he could not live forever in the world, he was not comparable to ordinary people.

Because of this, he was favored by the immortals of the Dao Sect and appointed as the King Qin to take on the important task of establishing the fairyland on earth!

"This Qiao family is also funny, too naive." King Qin thought of this, and sneered in his heart, but also felt fortunate.

They actually spared his life?

As long as he is alive, there is still hope!

Qiao Mu's thoughts can actually be guessed a little.

It's nothing more than relying on his unparalleled courage and self-esteem, and he can deal with him, King Qin, at will... Then he will take advantage of the situation.

"The more skilled, the bolder? Many warriors have too much confidence in their own strength... Unfortunately, they don't understand the immortal way at all, and don't understand the background of the immortal gate." King Qin sighed in his heart.

Once upon a time, he was as ignorant and frivolous as Qiao Mu in front of him, until one day he accidentally encountered the mysterious methods of the immortal monks, and suddenly realized that he had taken a detour in martial arts training.

Qiao Mu took in the change in his expression, but did not speak. He just looked down at his fist.

The skin on his fist was torn and blood was flowing out. The bones were obviously sunken downwards, and it was broken.

Although he could beat the King Qin's fiery gold body, the flesh and blood body, if only the hardness is taken out, is actually not as good as the immortal gold and iron.

But fighting is not fencing, who is harder or thinner?

As his mind moved, the blood on the wound on the fist stopped quickly, the skin and flesh that had been turned over began to wriggle and close together again, and even the sunken bones were recovering little by little.