Chapter 268
"Only the nine great immortal gates in the sky----"
Taizu Yan stopped talking halfway.
Because he had just raised his sword and had not yet slashed at the old soldiers, the air was slightly twisted like water waves, and a sharp sword light burst out, rubbing against the sword in his hand and making a sharp sound.
Taizu Yan suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the throne in the Golden Palace.
On the dragon throne, there was a white-haired man in his thirties sitting quietly, his eyes were as dark as a deep pool, looking down.
The appearance of this white-haired man was about eight or nine points similar to Qiao Shuangzhao, who was just killed by Taizu Yan.
Qiao Shuangzhao's body was still standing there, so according to normal people's logic, they should guess that this person might be Qiao Shuangzhao's twin brother, or a substitute or real body.
"Is he the twin brother of Qiao Shuangzhao? I've heard for a long time that the Qiao family is best at Qinggong, and they have the ability to teleport once in a lifetime. It's really as good as the legend says."
Yan Taizu was amazed.
He is a 300-year-old man, and the new things in this world of martial arts have really surprised him again and again.
This old antique obviously doesn't know much about the martial arts of today. He is not surfing enough, and he took the jokes of the storyteller in Tingchao Tower seriously.
After all, the Qiao family has already demonstrated the extraordinary feats of blood and flesh transformation, sword-cutting and sword-drawing, etc., and it doesn't seem too strange to have another teleportation that he can't understand?
"The Qiao family's once-in-a-lifetime teleportation?" Above the Golden Palace, Elder Qingyi also fell into deep thought.
What the hell is this....
It's outrageous, but Elder Qingyi did not find out how this new Qiao family member sneaked into the palace and appeared on the dragon throne.
"If my real body is here, I wonder if I can find it..." Elder Qingyi pondered for a moment and continued to watch the fight.
"Are you a brother of Qiao Shuangchu?" Yan Taizu glanced at Qiao Shuangchu's body.
After the Qiao family members died suddenly, the elders of the family would seek revenge... This has become common sense in the martial arts world and is very normal.
But what is abnormal is the person in front of Yan Taizu.
At the moment when the two sides' eyes met.
Yan Taizu was shocked.
As the saying goes: eyes are the windows of the soul.
And the eyes of the martial arts practitioners can perform witnessing skills and kill people with their eyes invisibly.
The state of mind and character of the martial arts practitioners can sometimes be reflected in their eyes.
Yan Taizu originally wanted to estimate the actual age of the Qiao family member in front of him through the attainments of the Changsheng Fist... But when he looked into the eyes of the person in front of him, he had already understood something in his heart.
The Qiao family member in front of him could never be a twin brother of Qiao Shuangchu, and it was even more impossible to be the difference between the substitute and the real body of the same person.
It is impossible for a warrior to have a drastic change in his state of mind in a short period of time, and the Qiao family member in front of him is fundamentally different from Qiao Shuangchu. Even without fighting, he can determine...
This person and Qiao Shuangchu are definitely not of the same generation, and must be another young-looking Qiao family elder.
And his real age is probably even older than Qiao Shuangchu... Could it be the third immortal in the mortal world?
More importantly....
This person has no sword in his hand, and he is not using any means like flying sword energy.
Just looking down at Yan Taizu, an invisible sharp sword light appeared, blocking the sword that Yan Taizu had just slashed at the old soldiers.
"Use your eyes as a sword?" Yan Taizu frowned.
When a martial artist kills people with his eyes, it is a mental pressure. The so-called "use your eyes as a sword" is more of a metaphor, a description.
But this Qiao family member in front of him is not the case.
His eyes really turned into a sharp sword light, and he really has the power to kill people with his eyes.
"The super-grade of soul refining, plus the perfect witnessing technique, can even make the eyes turn virtual into real, and truly use the eyes as swords? It's incredible."
"Still talking? Who are you?" Yan Taizu raised his sword and shouted.
Qiao Mu ignored him, and after several seconds, he came back to his senses and looked at Yan Taizu.
"My name?"
It seemed that he hadn't seen the real person for too long, and his reaction was temporarily slow.
"Eternal Life Lock, this time I won a small victory again..." Qiao Mu whispered to himself.
From 375 years old to 675 years old, the length of this dream is equivalent to more than 80% of the total dream time of Qiao Mu since he crossed over.
When he walked out of the dream, he was naturally a different person from the 375-year-old Qiao Shuangzhai.
He slowly stood up from the throne, and cast a cold and hard gaze:
"Qiao family, Qiao Jin."
At this point, he no longer had to worry about whether to fight or not, and whether the highest good is like water.
He looked at the many old soldiers standing in the Golden Palace, and his eyes, which were originally as cold as iron, also softened a little.
The interval between the two deaths in real time was very short.
But for Qiao Mu, it was a reunion after three hundred years.
"Young man, don't rush to die, you have a good life." He looked at these white-haired soldiers with gray hair and joked:
"Since you have such fighting spirit, why not save it for the future battlefield of killing immortals."
He stood up from the dragon chair, and his figure flashed like a startled wild goose.
The old soldiers only felt a gust of wind passing by them, making their robes rustle.
Bang!
The air in front of them suddenly made a bang, and the old soldiers couldn't even see the movement clearly, and they only felt a blur in front of them.
When they looked again.
The martial arts legend who lived for three hundred years, the founding ancestor of this dynasty, was grabbed by Qiao Mu's giant hand and lifted up from the ground.
"The Eight-armed Sky Dragon's Eight Steps..." Yan Taizu's face changed.
The Eight Steps of the Sky Dragon is known as the best light skill in the world. The most famous thing is that it allows people to ascend to the sky in eight steps, but the speed of this light skill itself is also the best in the world.
Qiao Mu's attainment of the Eight Steps of the Sky Dragon is not as good as the Eight-armed Sky Dragon that Yan Taizu had fought, but thanks to his strong body that far exceeds that of the Eight-armed Sky Dragon, his explosive speed is even better.
Even before everyone reacted, Yan Taizu had been grabbed by him.
"Three hundred years of martial arts legend..." Qiao Mu lowered his eyelids, and his low voice echoed throughout the Golden Palace and in the hearts of the old soldiers.
He grabbed Yan Taizu's giant hand and expanded it again, throwing it down.
Boom!
Amidst the loud noise, a hole several meters wide exploded on the ground of the Golden Palace, and countless gravel and dust flew.
Yan Taizu's whole body was shaken, he vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and collapsed in the hole.
The thousands of imperial guards who had surrounded the old soldiers were all pale and unconsciously retreated a few steps.
This Taizu of our country broke the world's cognition and the martial arts myth of longevity for three hundred years...
The immortals of the Dao Sect had to come down from the sky in front of him, and Qiao Shuangzhao of the Qiao family was also killed by him, and he had an invincible demeanor in the world.
Such a person fell into a disadvantage as soon as Qiao Jin appeared, and was captured by his giant hand?
Yan Taizu's whole body was shaken, and the surging power like the sea burst out, breaking free from Qiao Mu's giant hand, his body gently turned in the air, and landed lightly with both feet.
"I was too careless this time..."
Yan Taizu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Although he realized that Qiao Jin was extraordinary, he still habitually regarded Qiao Jin as an opponent similar to Qiao Shuangzhao.
"With such terrible physical strength, plus the speed of Tianlong Eight Steps, I wonder how many years this Qiao Jin has lived? Even I have suffered a loss."
Yan Taizu's face sank. In fact, his physical body has reached the category of super-quality over the long years.
This is mainly due to the natural treasures he took.
Although he also practiced external martial arts, he did not reach the super-quality level.
He just felt that Qiao Mu's palm was like an iron hoop. It was difficult for him to break free with his physical strength. He could only escape with the help of internal energy.
"It doesn't matter if my physical strength is a little weak. The strong internal energy I have accumulated in the past three hundred years is the foundation of my invincibility in the world for three hundred years!" Yan Taizu quickly recovered from his brief surprise.
He has eaten a lot of natural treasures.
Among the many natural treasures, those that can make a warrior's physique reborn and cleanse his meridians and marrow are relatively rare.
The more common natural treasures are actually like the Centennial Red Fruit, which can directly increase the warrior's internal strength after refining the medicinal power.
Therefore, the internal strength accumulation of Yan Taizu is much more terrifying than his super-quality physical body.
"I thought Qiao Shuangzhai was the only immortal in the world besides me, but I didn't expect that there is such a person as you, Qiao Jin."
In terms of physical strength, Yan Taizu is at a disadvantage, but as long as he keeps a little distance, he can play his own internal strength advantage...
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
The two people fought like lightning in the Golden Palace, punching each other, colliding with each other, fighting and separating in this Golden Palace.
The figure shuttled back and forth, bringing with it a strong wind. Every time the fists and palms collided, the surging internal energy exploded, causing the air to sway in circles of fierce cyclones.
The dense airflow overlapped like huge waves, flipping the bodies of the surrounding imperial guards.
"Five hundred... six hundred? How old are you, old monster?"
It would have been better if they didn't fight. When the two fists and palms collided, Yan Shenji once again estimated Qiao Mu's approximate age through the foundation of the Changsheng Fist.
This conclusion shocked Yan Shenji. He thought he was the longest-lived immortal in the world at the age of three hundred, but there was not only one Qiao Shuangzhao in the world, but also Qiao Jin?
Qiao Shuangzhao could barely be considered a person of the same era as him, and this Qiao Jin...
The human dynasty was only three hundred years old, and according to his estimation, Qiao Jin in front of him... Could it be that he was an ancient person in the early days of the Great Zhou Dynasty?
"Don't be impatient..." Yan Shenji quickly collected his mind in the fierce fight, and said: "Practicing martial arts is not about being old." This is actually not bad. In the same three hundred years, the gap between a martial arts genius and an ordinary martial artist is a world of difference. The internal energy accumulated by Yan Shenji in these three hundred years is not even comparable to that of Qiao Mu, who is 675 years old. "Four Extremes Mountain Palm!" Yan Shenji's speed is like lightning, and his palms hit Qiao Mu's chest, abdomen and back alternately like the wind, and the power like the tide pours out. This is the super-limit martial arts he has mastered. In multiple strikes, one after another, the power can be injected into the enemy's body in four different positions, and then explode at the same moment. The destructive power in an instant is more than four times that of his full-strength attack. Yan Shenji is good at internal energy, and in his three hundred years of immortal life, he has practiced many profound martial arts like Qiao Mu. But the crackling sound continues. A ball of dark yellow energy burst out from all parts of Qiao Mu's body, his clothes burst into pieces, his skin cracked and blood gushed out, only his body remained standing.
"I am not as strong as you in terms of physical strength, but I am better than you in terms of internal energy."
Yan Shenji breathed a sigh of relief, stood there and slowly adjusted his breathing, and said slowly.
Due to the violent consumption of internal energy, a circle of heat visible to the naked eye evaporated on the top of his head. It was obvious that the explosion just now was no small matter to him.
"What you said makes sense." Qiao Mu nodded happily.
He tore his tattered shirt to pieces, revealing his muscular upper body, and walked towards the Flame God Machine.
"Practicing martial arts is not about competing with age, nor is it about comparing whoever is stronger or has more inner energy, whoever is more powerful..."
"only."
"I have a little doubt about whether your inner strength is better than mine... The demon is disintegrated!"
The disintegration of the perfect demon can be achieved at the expense of self-destruction of Qi and blood, self-mutilation of the body, and tearing of meridians, in exchange for an instant burst of super-large amounts of internal energy comparable to five times.
The 675-year-old Qiao Mu has more than 600 years of skill.
The demon's disintegration exploded five times, which can be compared to a blow from a master with three thousand years of skill in an instant.
And in this world, the oldest living ancestor, Yan Taizu, was only three hundred years old.
Although his internal energy does not match his age through continuous consumption of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, it is impossible to reach three thousand years old, a number that can be said to be unprecedented.