Chapter 258
With flesh and blood, he met the elite battle formation of the Royal Forest Army that formed a strong forest of shield walls.
Like a rock facing a huge wave.
This is a scene of strong contrast, which is supposed to represent tragedy and heroism, reminding people of the storytellers' stories about heroes who die generously.
But that Qiao Shuangtuo was too calm, without any hesitation. He didn't look like a warrior who was going to die, but like a victorious general who was sure of victory.
The speed is also too fast.
The air made a sharp scream, and the mere thrust of his body brought up a strong wind.
He held the King of Qin's shield in front of him with one hand, and his figure flew forward and turned into an afterimage, making it difficult for even the elite of the Royal Forest Army to see clearly. The fiery energy that enveloped the whole body was sprinting at high speed, leaving behind silky ribbons of energy in the air.
There was a loud bang.
Each war spear deformed and broke under the fierce collision of King Qin's golden body, and then the dense forest of shield walls suddenly deflated.
The arc-shaped shield wall suddenly protruded backwards, and a gap appeared. More than ten black-clad armored men and their shields were thrown into the air with great force, flying dozens of meters backward.
Qiao Mu held the King of Qin's shield in front of him with one hand, and regardless of the many war spears that burst out from all directions, he just charged forward, charge!
The war spear pierced the skin of the arm, but the skin of the arm was only slightly sunken downwards, leaving only a shallow white mark.
Qiao Mu once spent eighty years of hard training in the superior hard kung fu, the Dragon-Tiger Vajra Kung Fu, which is equivalent to spending an ordinary person's lifetime practicing hard.
Although his hard skills cannot be said to be invulnerable and he can block all attacks, he is still far beyond ordinary hard skills masters.
And in his hand, there is an invulnerable golden body of King Qin.
At this moment, he was in the midst of thousands of troops. He didn't think about any complicated moves or martial arts. He just held the golden body of King Qin high and charged forward with the eight steps of a heavenly dragon.
Wherever he went, clothes and armor were flattened, people were on their backs, and all the imperial guards in front of them were overturned by the huge force and flew around, and gaps instantly appeared in the newly formed front line.
The so-called "those who enter Taoism through martial arts" who transform themselves into Taoist soldiers have mental flaws, but the golden body of the King of Qin, which is only a broken body, is an indestructible magic weapon on the battlefield.
At this moment, the tree was like a wild beast running wildly, just constantly charging forward, charging!
Regardless of the war guns thrust from the side, he just charged with all his strength, regardless of the cost!
The front line was easily cut open, and the bodies of the Royal Forest Army soldiers flew out like raindrops. The scene was spectacular, completely contrary to their previous predictions.
He seemed to be a monster born for battle. Hidden among the imperial guards, the high-level Feiyu Guards attacked silently, holding the war gun and stabbing it into Qiao Mu's waist and abdomen by an inch or two with sharp energy.
However, before I could rejoice, I saw the flesh and blood of the injured area of the tree squirming and changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The shallow wound that had just been made had actually begun to heal, with only a little blood remaining on the skin, proving that the shot they had just made was not an illusion. .
The next moment, Qiao Shuangtuo, who was rushing forward quickly, looked sideways, and there seemed to be an illusory sword light flashing in his eyes.
In an instant, the heads of these Feiyu Guard masters felt severe pain, like a knife being twisted, and they almost lost their grip on the swords in their hands.
"Is this a fucking human or a monster?"
The 10,000 elite imperial guardsmen began to stir.
Anyone who can serve as a member of the Royal Forest Army is the elite of Great Yan's sergeants. Some of them have experienced the battle of besieging and killing super-class soldiers, but the tree in front of them gave them a great fright.
"It is rumored that the Qiao family may be a family with the blood of the demon clan. They are already half a great demon, so they are extremely powerful and cannot be defeated at all."
The siege of 10,000 people could not do anything to this astonishingly ferocious super martial artist, but how many times did the encirclement line get torn apart?
There was only one person, but he was rushing in and out of the battlefield, almost invincible to thousands of people.
"Qi and blood are the foundation of a martial artist, and his qi and blood are so strong that they have broken through the boundaries of super-grades, and were even mistaken by the imperial guards for being a demon with natural divine power?" Hai Wuya held his breath subconsciously, trying his best to open his eyes to see this scene clearly.
In his opinion, this was no ordinary battle.
The Qiao family are representatives of practitioners of the "Human Dao Jing".
The Great Yan royal family represented the strongest force in the old martial arts world, surpassing all the great sects and aristocratic families, and could be said to represent the pinnacle of ancient martial arts.
In Hai Wuya's view, this is the collision between the "Human Dao Jing", a new method at the forefront of today's martial arts, and the ancient martial arts.
This Qiao Shuangtuo was more and more brave, charging and killing among thousands of troops as if he was in a deserted place, which made Hai Wuya unable to conceal his shock, almost bursting into tears.
"The Human Dao Sutra can only be the Human Dao Sutra... This really makes sense, and it doesn't just stop at the theory of skills." Hai Wuya murmured.
The Human Dao Sutra that he dreamed of was a technique that could only be pioneered by countless cultivators. It was a miraculous skill that could be passed down from generation to generation through the collective efforts of everyone.
This kind of skill is basically the series of lifetimes: it can only be imagined, but Hai Wuya cannot achieve it even if he spends his whole life.
But now there are really people who can practice the "Human Dao Jing" to an advanced level, relying on this technique to break through the super-grade Qi and blood, and rush through thousands of armies as if they are in a deserted place!
"This Qiao family is well-deserved. They are indeed brave men." Yan Shenji stood beside Emperor Yonghe, with his hands behind his back, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
The founding emperor of the past was also an unparalleled warrior on the battlefield. Naturally, Yan Shenji was impressed by the appearance of such a warrior.
"What a pity...why are these brave men all traitors?" Yan Shenji said to himself.
He vaguely felt a bit of pity for talent, just like when he met the eight-armed dragon who was one of the top three martial arts in the world decades ago.
This old man who was born in the prosperous era of Great Yan regarded all the heroes in the world as the perfect match for the Emperor of Great Yan, so he repeatedly cherished his talents and let his enemies go.
In his opinion, these people are not enough to be his enemies, they are just people of Dayan who have not yet completely surrendered.
"How dare you, the thief?!" Chu Tianming, the commander of the Royal Forest Army, could not sit still for a long time. How could he have the leisure to continue commanding?
The Guardsmen are the elite of the military, but that doesn't mean they have no fear.
Facing such an overly brave and powerful enemy, even if they still had the strength to fight, they couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts and their fighting spirit was shaken.
If the commander-in-chief, Chu Tianming, huddles in the rear, he can only watch the ten thousand imperial guards gradually die.
Therefore, the current matter is that he, as the only super-grade general, must contain Qiao Mu's momentum, and then let the rest of the imperial guards around him hold him back, forcing him to drain all his vigor and strength.
He went into battle, led a group of elite soldiers, and ran towards them with a halberd in his hand.
But before he could get close, he saw a violent sound piercing the air in front of him. The golden body of King Qin quickly grew in size in his eyes, knocking the Imperial Forest Army line apart along the way.
It was the tree that relied on its strange strength to throw the indestructible golden body of King Qin.
Chu Tianming's eyes widened in anger. He ducked sideways and at the same time raised the halberd and struck hard.
For just a moment, he felt the tiger's mouth explode and bleed. He was completely powerless to stop it. The big halberd in his hand almost flew out with him.
With this throw, the 10,000-strong Royal Forest Army line was once again cut into a 200-meter gap. Wherever it went, the armor was flat and blood flowed like a river.
With a loud bang, the golden body of King Qin smashed the white marble dragon steps in front of the Jinluan Palace to pieces.
The commander of the Royal Forest Army, Chu Tianming, collapsed to the ground, a little lost.
"This time I misjudged my opponent. This is a super-grade martial artist with both strength and strength...not a super-grade god-refining warrior like the Eight-Armed Tianlong who is good at light kung fu."
Chu Tianming felt that even if the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon was reincarnated, he would still die in the battle formation.
But the Qiao Shuangqiu in front of her was different.
His physical body has become frighteningly strong. Coupled with the thick and blazing inner energy of hundreds of years of Pure Yang Wuji Kung, and the Qiaomu holding the shield of King Qin in his hand, he has the courage of almost ten thousand people. He is already an obstacle that is difficult to overcome with the number of people. .
It’s just that Chu Tianming didn’t know how much Qiao Mu had consumed his inner energy. If another 10,000 or 20,000 imperial guards came, would they be able to exhaust all his energy...
"Single-handedly, piercing through a front line of tens of thousands of people? How could I have calculated it if I hadn't experienced it myself?"
"Thousands of moves have been exhausted, and the chess piece is just one move away. This time is the moment for me ---" Chu Tianming murmured to himself.
Qiao Mu's figure had already passed by Chu Tianming, who fell to the ground exhausted. He didn't even take a last hit and continued to charge forward without stopping at all.
At this time, the 10,000 Imperial Guardsmen who suffered heavy casualties could not even keep up with his charging speed. They had been left behind by him, and their vision suddenly widened.
At this moment, there were only twos and threes of imperial guards and flying fish guards left in front of him, and further ahead was Emperor Yonghe standing on the pavilion.
Emperor Yonghe's face turned slightly green.
He himself did not practice martial arts and lived in the palace for a long time.
The Great Yan Dynasty has maintained peace for forty years without war since the Alien War forty years ago. Therefore, it was the first time for Emperor Yonghe himself to see a battlefield of ten thousand people on such a scale, and he felt somewhat nervous.
"Where are the strangers from Dao Dao Sect...are they unreliable after all?" Emperor Yonghe glanced at Yanshenji beside him from the corner of his eyes.
"Ancestor...the Qiao family is causing such trouble in the imperial city..." The implication was obvious.
The Flame God Machine is the royal family's sea-fixing needle, and at this moment, it single-handedly penetrated the trees of the Royal Forest Army's front line, endangering Emperor Yonghe's life.
Then, it was natural that it was time for his Dinghai Shenzhen to appear.
Yan Shenji never does anything, and his whereabouts are mysterious. He is the hidden ancestor of the Great Yan royal family.
But every time he takes action, he can often turn the tide with the help of extremely powerful force. In the past two hundred years, he has been serving as the royal family's anchor to protect future generations.
"That's fine." Yan Shenji nodded lightly.
His figure flashed.
Yan Shenji stepped on King Qin's body with his feet, his body stood upright like a spear, with his hands behind his back, looking at the flying trees.
"I haven't met such a brave junior for a long time...but I can't let you continue to be reckless." Yan Shenji said calmly:
"This... Qimen weapon of yours is more dangerous, so I can't give it back to you yet."
"Now, let me see how good your boxing skills are." Yan Shenji suppressed the rising fighting spirit in his chest and assumed the starting position of Changsheng Fist.
After witnessing the heroic deeds of the Qiao family just now, with one against ten thousand, Yan Shenji actually became interested in this young man:
"Does this person have a special physique and natural supernatural power like mine? Or does he have half-demon blood?"
"Is he a martial arts genius who practices Changshengquan, or is he a centenarian of the Qiao family who is extremely senior?"
He has lived for too long, so he has practiced Changsheng Quan to a superb level.
If he could fight against the Qiao family, who were also proficient in Changshengquan, he would probably be able to estimate the opponent's actual age to some extent.
If he has been practicing martial arts for decades, he will be better than a martial arts genius who is a hundred years old in the Qiao family. Yan Shenji has a heart to cherish talents.
If it is a centenarian who is actually very old... then it would be meaningless.
After two hundred years of longevity in the deep palace, Yan Shenji asked himself that his attainments in the longevity boxing were unparalleled, and he had long surpassed the hundred-year-old master who taught boxing in the past.
Forty years ago or a hundred years ago, the hundred-year-old master of Changshengquan could still sit down and discuss things with him, but now he no longer has this qualification.
Chapter 271 Martial Arts Myth (7k
The full moon hangs high.
Like dark clouds gradually sweeping in, the moonlight could not illuminate the thick dark clouds. It was gradually obscured by the clouds and the light was slightly weaker.
at this time.
The square in front of Jinluan Hall was in chaos.
The front line composed of 10,000 Imperial Guardsmen had been broken through by Qiao Mu alone, leaving them far behind.
The Royal Forest Army suffered thousands of casualties, and it seemed that many people still survived, but the front line had been broken through, and their fighting spirit was almost destroyed by the man who was as fierce as a savage beast.
Apart from a few Feiyu guards who personally protected the emperor, the only one who dared to stand in front of Qiao Mu was Yanshenji.
"This is... the Immortality Fist?" Qiao Mu's eyes fell on the Flame God Machine.
Changshengquan is the earliest boxing technique Qiao Mu practiced, and it can be said to be one of the foundations of his current martial arts.
Everyone says that the Immortality Fist and the Demon Disintegration are the two pillars of the Qiao family's martial arts.
Although they live a long life, they often fight to the death. The Qiao family is such a strange family.
"Showing the longevity fist in front of me?" Qiao Mu didn't take it seriously.
The Qiao family in Heyang has been wiped out. The only survivor, Qiao Canxue, is blind and unfit for martial arts training, so she takes the path of immortality instead.
Therefore, the longevity boxing in the world today mainly has three inheritances: one is the Qiao family, and the other is the lineage of Wusheng who stole the longevity boxing scripture.
As for the third place, it is the Great Yan royal family.
The grandmaster of the Qiao family a hundred years ago was the only superb martial artist in the history of the Qiao family in Heyang. He was over a hundred years old and still alive. His reputation even spread from Nanzhou to Zhongzhou, and even the emperor at that time was alarmed. , invite him into the palace.
However, in fact, it was not the emperor who was alarmed by the Qiao family grandmaster.
The emperors of Dayan in the past dynasties, except for the founder of the country who founded the country with martial arts, generally had low martial arts cultivation. Most of the emperors did not have the leisure to spend a lot of energy and time to suffer the hardships of practicing martial arts.
The same thing happened to Emperor Dayan a hundred years ago. He only scratched the surface of his boxing skills.
The person who truly gained the essence of the Immortality Fist was actually the ancestor of the royal family, Yanshenji.
Now Yan Shenji's attainments in Changsheng Fist have already surpassed those of the former Grandmaster of the Qiao family and have reached the realm of transformation.
At this moment, I could see that Yan Shenji's fists were like rolling waves, rising higher and higher. It was clearly the essence of Qiao's family's fists, ripples and waves.
Yan Shenji is also a character who has accumulated extremely deep internal energy. After two hundred years of immortality, coupled with the natural materials and earthly treasures he has taken, his internal energy has become as vast as the ocean.
Changsheng Fist vs. Changsheng Fist!