Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

Chapter 529

for a while.

The middle-aged man's fist punched through the air with unstoppable force, like a huge wave emptying the air, showing an indomitable tendency to move forward.

And he wasn't the only one taking action.

"roar!"

The strong man with shoulders as broad as a mountain emitted a long roar like a dragon's roar, and the air twisted and formed rapidly spreading ripples visible to the naked eye.

The market floor paved with bluestones cracked in the blink of an eye, and ravines spread rapidly toward the melon vendors.

"Not only Wu Aotian's Aotian Divine Fist, but also Yan Taizu's Po Yue Dragon Yin Technique."

Qiao Mu put his hands behind his back and stood behind the crowd watching the battle from a distance.

"Not only have I practiced these top-notch martial arts, but I have also acquired the charm of them. I have reached the state of 'divine penetration'. Fifty years ago, I could have called it 'superior skill'..."

Qiao Mu was puzzled at first, but then he was relieved.

The world of Jiuzhou will not remain static without him. If you still look at today's warriors from the perspective of the past, you are indeed committing the crime of "arrogance" of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect back then.

The so-called martial arts super-grade concept actually means "beyond the grade". It is an extraordinarily strong person who surpasses almost all martial arts.

In the martial arts world of the generation where the sword was banished to immortals a hundred years ago, there were only about ten such strong men in the world.

The so-called superior skills are also martial artists who are ahead of the current era in their skills.

"It is what it should be if it is not what it is today. The peak skills that were the most cutting-edge in the past are no longer unattainable pearls fifty years later."

As a flood of attacks came from all directions, the melon seller finally took off his disguise.

The phantom of the golden bell loomed above the head, blocking more than a dozen swords and swords from all directions.

The melon seller suddenly transformed into an old Taoist with white beard and hair. He looked exactly like the statue in Qiao Mu's hand. He was none other than Shaoyinjun himself.

Qiao Mu only watched with interest from a distance.

At this moment, as the two sides were fighting, the originally busy city suddenly became chaotic, and people fled in all directions.

It's just that these ten or so people didn't get any favors from Shaoyinjun, they could only be restrained barely.

"It's still too difficult to deal with Huashen Dao Lord." Qiao Mu watched the battle for a long time and got a feel for the warriors on this side.

As the saying goes, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. No matter how high the realm is, if you don't have deep enough inner strength, it is still too reluctant to compete with the Taoist Transformation Lord.

Among these more than ten martial artists, the two with the highest martial arts skills have already practiced martial arts to the level of divine will.

But their skills are insufficient, which is about the total amount of their skills in fifty or sixty years.

Even the injured Taoist Transformation Master was not something they could contend with, so they could only restrain him and prevent him from escaping.

But as the battle situation became stalemate, Shao Yinjun became a little impatient.

At this moment, Shao Yinjun looked a little tired, but still sneered:

"I won't pretend anymore, but you'd better not pretend to be a gentleman."

A tall, four-armed divine figure appeared behind Shaoyinjun, vaguely resembling his own face.

As soon as the god-man appeared, his power skyrocketed. The golden light in his hand exploded, like the rising sun, thousands of golden lights as sharp as swords shot out in all directions.

These thousands of golden lights were not only aimed at the dozen or so Kyushu warriors who had surrounded them, but also shot towards the market crowd further away.

"Sure enough, he has such despicable intentions." A martial artist snorted coldly.

Yuanying Zhenren's magic is powerful enough to level a mortal city.

And if the Taoist Transformation Master is willing, he can freeze the thousands-mile-long river and make it frosty in August.

Even if he is injured, Shaoyinjun is still the Taoist Transformation Lord. To him, this Guyan City on the bank of the Tongtian River is as fragile as a sand house built by children on the beach.

However, he hid in such a place and chose the busiest market to pretend to be a melon seller, obviously just for this moment.

At this moment, streaks of golden light shot out like swords. More than a dozen warriors resisted, but they were also knocked backwards and flew away.

"Take the entire city hostage? Create chaos so that you can fish in troubled waters and escape?" Qiao Mu stood behind the crowd with his hands behind his back and did not take action.

Qiao Mu was not surprised that this young lady had no "immortal" burden.

He was just a little surprised that such a method was not clever and could be called inferior. However, the dignified Shinto Lord even used such a method, which meant that... his skills were limited.

So, who forced him into this situation?

Obviously not the dozen or so warriors in front of him.

"We can no longer sit back and watch from the sidelines. This matter should end here."

Qiao Mu took his palms out from behind his back. One Palm is about to be launched.

If a Taoist Transformation Master were to attack with all his strength, not to mention the crowded market, or even the entire Guyan City, there would probably be only a few people left alive. He would not wait until the flood was overwhelming before he came out.

Just in this moment.

But he heard a clear and crisp sword cry, like a dragon roaring in the sky, resounding throughout the busy city.

To be precise, this was not a single sword cry, but dozens or hundreds of sword clangs sounded almost at the same time, and the sounds converged together.

The sound came from the long swords in the hands of more than a dozen martial arts warriors, and from the houses on both sides of the busy streets.

Shao Yinjun's face changed slightly.

But I heard a voice coming from the sky.

"Thank you for your hard work in restraining Young Master Yin. This matter should be settled."

But he saw hundreds of swords soaring into the sky like waterfalls flowing upstream, cutting off thousands of invisible golden lights.

Shao Yinjun made a decisive decision and transformed into a ray of light and soared into the sky.

Just when he got up, he saw a person coming from the sky with a sword, his true strength became clouds under his feet, and thousands of swords volleyed in the sky behind him.

This man's hair is as white as snow, but his face shows no sign of age. She has sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. The center of her eyebrows is as bright as a leaf or a small sword. Her eyes are as deep as the sea. She has an indescribable aura.

A bladeless stone sword was slung across his waist, but he was holding a peach wood sword in his hand.

"Young Master, you managed to escape once, can you escape a second time?"

The white-haired swordsman said calmly:

"In the second year of Wu Ping, a strange phenomenon appeared in the Tongtian River. It turned into a waterfall and went up to the sky. It went to an unknown place in the sky. I watched the Tongtian River flowing backward and gained some enlightenment."

"Today's sword is called 'Tongtian Sword River', and it will send you to heaven!"

Thousands of swords flew like rain in the sky, falling from all directions like violent wind and rain.

While he was holding the wooden sword in his hand, a thunderous roar of water suddenly sounded behind him.

Qiao Mu and Tongtian Shui Ling were slightly startled and looked up.

But behind the white-haired swordsman, the shadow of an illusory long river appeared. With a finger of his sword, the water flow swept up into the sky in a mighty force.

"This is...Tongtian River?" Tongtian Shuiling was stunned for a moment, but then came back to his senses:

"It's not a real river flowing to the sky, it's...an illusion?"

Looking from a distance, there is a long river sweeping into the sky. Looking closely, he saw that the mighty and helpless river in the sky turned out to be a long river of sword light gathered by thousands of sword lights, sweeping away in a mighty manner.

A moment.

Shaoyinjun was submerged in the mighty river of sword light, and his body was smashed into pieces. Even Nascent Soul could not escape, and he was already dead.

The shadow of the long river disappeared, and the white-haired swordsman stepped into the air and stood. The long swords slowly fell to the ground and were caught by the few warriors just now.

"It's so majestic." Qiao Mu said lightly:

"We haven't seen each other for fifty years. It's almost one hundred and forty years old. Still, my heart is as pure as a child, and my heart to show my holiness in front of others has not diminished at all, which is rare."

"It's the sword that banishes the immortal!"

The dozen or so warriors couldn't hide their excitement when they saw the sword banishing the immortal slowly falling.

The sword-wielding martial artist reached out to borrow the sword that was temporarily borrowed by the Sword Immortal. His hands were trembling slightly, and his eyes were even slightly moist:

"It's not in vain that I responded to the Immortal Execution Army's call and risked my life to accept the Tao Lord's killing order. I can see the Sword Immortal Execution with my own eyes. It's worth it for the Sa family!"

"It's really not a loss!" Another swordsman responded, his voice trembling.

"A hundred years ago, Sword Exorcist had already stood at the top of Kyushu martial arts, defeating the most invincible opponent in the world with a single sword."

"Even in the later years when the Martial Saints and the Qiao Family Martial Ancestors were so brilliant and invincible, they could not completely cover up the light of the Sword Banishing Immortal."

"Now, both Wu Shengren and the Qiao family have passed away. So many people have died in the east of the Yangtze River. Many heroes have disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the Sword Banished Immortal is still there."

"A hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the Sword Exorcist is still at the top of Kyushu's martial arts skills. He is worthy of being one of the martial arts myths of the world."

"One of the seven contemporary martial arts myths, it is well-deserved. I can't even understand why there is a long river of sword light..."

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"That's a serious statement." Jian Banxian's feet landed on the ground at this time, and he just smiled and said:

"It's just trails."

"The essence of true energy is the combination of inner energy and God."

"Before the release of "The Art of Divine Transformation", whether the moves of the Nei Jin martial artist were powerful or not, the key point was how deep the inner strength was and how many years of skill it had. It was the amount of inner strength."

"But after the inner energy changes and the true martial arts is achieved, there will be more possibilities."

"If we talk about the amount of true energy, it represents the amount of true energy."

"Then the participation of "god" will determine the quality of true energy. The same amount of water, magma, and steel will always be different."

"I watched the wonders of the Tongtian River flowing upstream and realized that this move, the Tongtian Sword River, is only among the true martial arts..."

Sword Banished Immortal's eloquent talk made Qiao Mu look at him with admiration.

More than fifty years ago, he was personally taught the "Sword-Slaying Technique" by Jian Banxian, but how could Jian Banxian have the patience and experience to teach martial arts back then?

The so-called teaching of swordsmanship is actually just a cramming method. In the end, it was only through personal guidance after transforming into a sword that Qiao Mu could truly master it.

"The Sword Banishment Immortal may seem out of character, but he is actually a proud and arrogant person. Fifty years later, when he started teaching martial arts in a serious manner, although he seemed to enjoy flattery, he did have the demeanor of a master."

"What changed him? Why is Lu Yanbei's wooden sword hanging on his waist again?"

Qiao Mu was filled with emotion, but also had doubts.

At this time, a middle-aged swordsman with an admiring look on his face was heard praising:

"This move of Tongtian Sword River is beyond my imagination of martial arts. It is difficult to understand and far exceeds the martial arts of Jiuzhou."

"Fifty years ago, the Martial Saint covered the sky with one hand, and the Qiao family was brilliant and invincible, but in the final analysis, even they at that time did not study the skills of martial arts as deeply as their predecessors, right?"

"That's right." With the Sword Exiled Immortal in front of them, the younger generations would naturally only say good things.

Although the Martial Saint and the Qiao family were once prosperous, they are already dead. They were active in the last era, and now only their reputations and anecdotes are left.

Especially the Qiao family.

In those days, Shaolin respected Bodhidharma as the founder, Wudang respected Zhang Zhenren as the founder, and other martial arts schools also respected the previous generation of famous generals such as Yue Wumu as the founder.

These martial arts pioneers who were famous in Jiuzhou have long become a background board.

The Qiao family is the closest martial arts founder to this era, so they are often pulled out for comparison.

When talking about battlefield warriors, we can't avoid Lu Bu, and when talking about counselors, we can't miss Zhuge Wuhou, and this is still the case even in the past.

And the words he boasted in front of Jian Zexian this time were actually the topics that the younger warriors in this area had discussed privately, and now he said them in front of Jian Zexian.

It's just that when these words came out.

At first, Jian Zexian still kept smiling.

But after a moment, his smile was slightly stiff, and he caught a glimpse of Qiao Mu behind the crowd from the corner of his eye, and their eyes made a brief contact.

"Huh?" Qiao Mu was slightly surprised.

The intuition of warriors above the third level of soul refining is extremely sharp, but intuition can also be misleading.

If he had the intention, let alone wearing this Qiao family face, even if he ran naked in the street, he could interfere with the intuition of other soul refining warriors and make the other party unable to detect anything unusual.

And this Jian Zexian... At this moment, his smile was slightly stiff, and he was sweating profusely.

"Brother, please stop bragging! Stop it now." Jian Zexian stopped talking, no longer pretending to be a master, and shouted directly.

This sudden change made the dozen or so warriors surrounding Jian Zexian stunned for a moment.

But Jian Zexian sighed slightly, patted the wooden sword in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and the bright red sword leaf mark on his forehead lit up slightly.

When he opened his eyes again, his expression had returned to seriousness, and his eyebrows were more upright than before.

He just asked:

"Let me ask you, what should we do to climb over a towering mountain?"

Everyone was confused, and a middle-aged swordsman tentatively said:

"Uh, just climb over and cross the mountain?"

"That's right." Jian Zexian gave a positive answer:

"Climbing directly is the simplest and fastest way."

"Then, let me ask you again, if there are a hundred people who want to climb over this towering mountain, what should we do?"

"A hundred people have to climb over the mountain?" Although everyone thought this question was strange, someone continued to answer:

"Since there are a hundred people, it is not advisable to climb the mountain together."

"You can select the young and strong among them, and go all the way Cut through the thorns and create a mountain road, so that those who come later can also go through the mountain road. "

"Although you still have to climb the mountain, there is still a difference in difficulty between having a road and not having a road."

"Very good." Jian Zexian praised:

"Then let me ask you again, if there are thousands of people who want to climb the mountain, and not all of them, but in the next ten, twenty, or fifty years, a total of tens of thousands of people will have to climb the mountain?"

"....What kind of a stupid question is this." Someone muttered: "More than ten thousand people have to climb the mountain? What kind of remote and poor place are they living in? They can just move away, why climb the mountain?"

Jian Zexian was famous, so he only dared to mutter in a low voice, but it was obvious that there were more than one people who had similar ideas.

However, how could he hide his muttering from Jian Zexian who was so close?

"You're not wrong." Jian Zexian said slowly:

"If one person wants to cross the mountain, walking directly is the most convenient, simplest, and fastest way. It can be crossed in half a day at the shortest, or one or two days at the longest."

"But this method does not take into account the later comers. The second and third people who want to cross the mountain will also have to go through the same difficulties."

"If a hundred people cross the mountain, taking into account the later comers, that is, the young and strong people in front who are building the road, it will probably take ten days and half a month to cross the mountain, or even longer." Jian Zexian The immortal said slowly:

"But what if 10,000 people climb the mountain? With more than 10,000 people, in addition to the strong young and strong, there must be the old, young, sick and disabled who are weak and weak."

"What you just said is actually the most reasonable way: the mountain blocks the way, I can always walk by myself, right?"

"But some fools have other choices." Jian Zexian's eyes were filled with reminiscence, and he said slowly:

"For example..."

"Move the mountain."

"Move the mountain?" The warriors were surprised and didn't come back to their senses for a while.

"The mountain is blocking the way, but I want to move it. I have been knocking stones and digging soil every day, generation after generation, to move this mountain and make a smooth road in front of my door."

"So the tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions of people behind me will have a smooth road in front of them from now on, and no longer experience the difficulties of climbing mountains and crossing ridges."

The Sword Exiled Immortal's eyes became deep;

"It only takes half a day to climb mountains and cross ridges; it takes at least ten days and a half months to cut through thorns and open a road."

"It may take months or even years to open a tunnel by splitting rocks in the mountain."

"But if we knock stones and dig soil, and finally move the mountain, it will take more than thousands of years?"

Everyone seemed to understand, but they didn't seem to understand it completely.

Then Jian Zexian explained:

"If fifty or a hundred years later, the ten thousand or a hundred thousand people who followed this path will look back and laugh at the mountain mover for being so stupid that he spent thousands of years to move a mountain that could be crossed in a day or two at most. It was too slow."

"So in your opinion, is this considered a wise man?"

"It's bullshit!" The middle-aged swordsman just now said:

"How can the speed of knocking stones and digging soil, opening up mountain roads be compared with the speed of climbing mountains and crossing ridges? Can they be compared? Who is more stupid!"

"Not only stupid, but also forgetful of his ancestors." Others also answered.

Jian Zexian looked at these people expressionlessly, and finally revealed his true intentions:

"The Qiao family martial ancestors you mentioned did things that moved mountains."

"Fifty years later, is it wise to discuss the shortcomings of the Qiao family's martial arts back then?" Jian Zexian said lightly:

"The immortal sect has suppressed the mortal world for nearly a hundred years. Under the heavy pressure, martial arts naturally change with each passing day. It is indeed natural that the ancients are not as good as today; but if you say that the ancients are not as good as today, it is presumptuous."

Everyone was naturally impressed by what he said, and the people who spoke just now looked ashamed.

Qiao Mu didn't pay much attention to these words. He looked at Jian Zexian with interest.

The metaphor of climbing mountains and crossing ridges just now was like an old and kind old man's persuasion. It really didn't seem like something that Jian Zexian could say.

It was more like Jian Zexian's famous martial arts master in Zhongzhou, the wooden sword wanderer Lu Yanbei, who was known as a chivalrous man.

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