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

When Qiao Lin's body was found, a big stone fell in his heart.

"Check to see if there is anything wrong with the doctor. If not... then the matter has been settled." Guo Yan quietly stared at Qiao Lin's body in the coffin with a gloomy expression.

"At the beginning, I vowed to hang your Qiao Lin's body on the city gate to be exposed to the sun for ten days in order to sacrifice my son's heroic spirit. Although it is a few days late now, it is not too late."

tomorrow.

After finding out the doctor's condition, he was ready to fulfill his oath that day and hang Qiao Lin's body on the gate tower of Yancheng to be exposed to the sun for ten days.

Remarks on the launch

Will be available tomorrow.

First, let’s take a look at the game “Master” (sea food).

This game is a niche indie game that is not very popular. It is a level-breaking action type with a modern Kung Fu theme made by foreigners. However, the setting is very interesting, and many book friends have actually noticed it.

After the character dies in the game, if you continue the level, the character will become older, and then immediately get up from the same place, the attack power will increase, and the upper limit of blood volume will decrease.

Um. . To describe it this way, it seems a bit like Black Soul's death turning into a living corpse?

Anyway, you can give this game a try, it’s quite interesting.

.....

Let’s talk about this book.

The theme of this book can no longer be described as a reverse version. A more accurate statement would be that one year after being disconnected is like connecting a village to the Internet.

How to create new ideas and make interesting writing about Cuntong.net is actually a very irritating problem.

Then I saw that the daily average of this new book issue was 5K, which is average for a hedgehog cat, not much. Then in just one month, I lost three pounds. I wouldn’t believe it even if I didn’t get on the scale.

After writing the book for a month, I suddenly became mentally exhausted.

Let’s find a class.jpg

Without further ado, let’s talk about this book.

Until now, when this book is written, Xian Xiahua and Wuxia are still the background, while Wu Xiahua does not actually focus on fighting.

The focus actually falls on "chivalry", or "chivalry" and "sacrifice one's life for righteousness".

No matter what trend or not, version or version, this book is written with a spirit.

As of now, I am still exploring.

But he's not the kind of great and upright hero.

The whole work was actually done incidentally, and I didn’t do it deliberately.

Back to business.

Today's Crazy Thursday V I am 50....

Wrong, it will be released tomorrow Friday. Please support me with an initial order. Don’t let this book get you down.

These days, my work and rest are so mundane that I can't save enough manuscripts, so I have to pay off the reward slowly. . Try to finish writing the entire next plot tomorrow.

See you tomorrow

Chapter 54 Funeral? Parade! (4k, 2-in-1

Some time after leaving Panshan Town.

Qiao Mu is holding a spear and is fighting with Zhang Kui, a bandit holding two spears on his left and right hands, in the forest.

Both sides were gun users, and Zhang Kui held two large guns in both hands.

But every time the spears in the hands of both sides crossed each other, the huge force transmitted from the gun barrels made Qiao Mu's mouth tremble.

"Zhang Kui's internal strength is obviously weaker than mine, but his physical strength is much greater than mine?"

"So----"

"The demon is disintegrated! Instantly!"

The spear in his hand suddenly burst out with energy, making a violent sound of breaking through the air.

Qiao Mu shot down and hit Zhang Kui's waist and abdomen with the wooden gun shaft, sending the big man flying two or three meters away.

Qiao Mu stood with a gun in hand, standing still on the spot, looking calm and calm.

In fact, he was enduring the sequelae of the demon's disintegration and explosion, and the burning pain in the meridians inside his body.

After reaching the age of 42, Qiao Mu's method of dismantling demons has been completed.

After ten years of hard training, he now has a deeper understanding of the disintegration of demons.

Generally speaking, warriors who have mastered the disintegration of demons can squeeze out their potential and burst out their inner strength exponentially in a short period of time.

And Qiao Mu, who has been disintegrated by the demon, has stronger control ability.

The demon disintegrated in an instant, and exploded rapidly in an instant, without any warning. In an instant, it exploded with 30 to 40% of its own internal energy.

Faster burst, slightly less physical damage.

Self-destruction has little impact on Qiao Mu. Anyway, he can refresh his own status by dying.

In addition, Qiao Mu also has a better understanding of how to use the Demon's Disintegration to squeeze out his own potential - this means that he can squeeze out more potential when using the Demon's Disintegration, at the cost of a shorter duration and stronger sequelae.

After all, the hotter the fire burns, the sooner the firewood will be burned out.

Now, Qiao Mu has a mysterious confidence: no one understands the disintegration of demons better than him!

This secret method of self-mutilation can only be used once or twice in a lifetime. How can others have the opportunity to use it repeatedly and improve their proficiency like him?

But Qiao Mu was not satisfied with one thing.

"The sequelae of the devil's disintegration of Dafa are not big enough, they are simply wrong!"

"Isn't the name called Demonic Disintegration? Why won't my body fall apart and completely disintegrate after I use it?" Qiao Mu fell into thought:

"If it were so convenient, I wouldn't have to worry about disposing of my body every time."

How convenient would it be if the demon could be disintegrated and his body disintegrated when it was used up?

While thinking, Zhang Kui got up from the ground and walked over with a smile.

"Brother Qiao has a strong inner energy, he is indeed better than me."

He didn't notice that Qiao Mu instantly broke out and the demon disintegrated. He just thought it was because Qiao Mu's internal energy was surprisingly strong.

Qiao Mu also had doubts in his heart: "Speaking of which, why are you so strong?"

Just now, he was holding a gun with both hands, and when he faced Zhang Kui, who was holding a gun with both hands, his jaws were slightly numb from the shock, but the opponent's internal strength was obviously not as good as his.

Zhang Kui explained: "Brother Qiao Sen, have you never met a martial artist from the outside world? There are internal and external martial arts in the world. Insiders focus on internal strength, while outsiders focus more on physical strength. I am a outsider who focuses more on training, and I happen to be naturally strong. point."

"The inner strength is stronger, and the flesh and blood strength is more durable. It can only be said that each has its own strengths."

Speaking of this, Zhang Kui sighed slightly:

"Strength, strength, and skill are the three martial arts, each with its own strengths."

"A warrior's inner strength and martial arts skills will continue to accumulate and increase with age and experience. It can be said that the older he gets, the stronger he gets."

"I heard that there was once a famous martial arts master who was over eighty years old and whose energy and blood were declining, but his sword skills had become divine. He defeated a second-rank martial artist in the imperial court in his prime with a wooden sword."

"The accumulation of internal energy is also a tower of sand. The older you get, the stronger it becomes."

"Only the strength of flesh and blood, once one passes the prime of life, one's Qi and blood will decline."

"I am strong now, but in ten or eight years, if I fail to continue to break through, my blood will soon decline and my strength will weaken."

"Qi and blood are the foundation of martial arts. If Qi and blood are exhausted and the body is completely old and frail, no matter how strong the internal strength and martial arts are, it will be a castle in the air."

"We warriors cannot live forever, and our lifespan is limited. It is a pity that we cannot go further in the way of skill and strength. Otherwise, we might really be able to compete with that stranger..."

"Yes, the lifespan of a mortal warrior is limited. After a hundred years, he will be nothing more than a handful of loess." Qiao Mu also sighed next to him.

except me.

Although trees will age, they will not die of old age, and the accumulation of martial arts and internal energy will not disappear.

Not to mention, he also has the "Eternal Life Boxing Sutra" as an idea to solve the decline of Qi and blood in old age.

While the two were talking.

Wang Songhe came over from a distance.

After Qiao Mu went to Panshan Town and parted ways with Qiao Canxue, he returned to the bandits' den and discussed together how to deal with the city lord Guo Yan.

The sparring session with Zhang Kui just now was just a private discussion.

At this time Wang Songhe came over and asked about what happened before.

"Brother Qiao, what we discussed before has been settled."

"The body of your son Qiao Lin has been reported to the official by one of my doctors with a clean background. It should have been sent to the Yancheng City Lord's Mansion by now." Having said this, Wang Songhe hesitated for a moment and said:

"It's just that after all, the dead are the most important...is this a little too much?"

Wang Songhe was shocked when he just heard that Qiao Mu was going to use "Qiao Lin's" body to fish.

After all, the dead are the most important.

The city lord Guo Yan announced at that time that he would hang Qiao Lin's body on the city gate to be exposed to the sun. As a result, Qiao Mu, the father, rushed to deliver his son's body. Wang Songhe couldn't understand this operation at all.

However, Qiao Mu didn't hesitate at all. After all, this was not really his son's body, but his own body.

Qiao Mu will not leave his body behind unless necessary.

If necessary, he can fight side by side with his own body and ashes, without any taboos.

Qiao Mu said: "No need to say more, the deceased is gone, so I, the living person, should inherit the unfinished business of the deceased."

"If I could kill Guo Yan, I would be willing to use my current body as a bait for my son, but it's a pity that I can't."

Wang Songhe and Zhang Kui were silent.

Although they still couldn't understand it, they all felt...this Qiao Sen was really a cruel person.

As expected of Qiao Mu Qiaolin’s father!

"But having said that, brother Qiao Sen is somewhat sure that after Qiao Lin's body is delivered to the Yancheng City Lord's Mansion, Guo Yan will fall into the trap and leave the heavily guarded City Lord's Mansion?" Wang Songhe asked again.

Guo Yan, who was huddled in the city lord's palace, was invincible.

There is only one chance to break into the City Lord's Mansion. Now that the enemy has been alerted, it is naturally impossible for Qiao Mu to attack the City Lord's Mansion again.

But if Guo Yan is not in the heavily guarded City Lord's Mansion, then maybe he can give it a try.

"I'm 80% sure," Qiao Mu said.

In fact, he was only 50% sure.

He was only sure from his previous dealings with Guo Yan that this person took his playboy seriously.

Now that Mr. Guo is dead, it is normal for Guo Yan to vent his anger by hanging Qiao Lin's body on the city gate.

It is impossible to be sure of 80% or 90% certainty of a complete strategy. There is no Zhuge Kongming in this world who is as wise as a monster, and Qiao Mu cannot read minds.

A thousand calculations are not as good as a word of recklessness.

If a person like Wang Songhe is responsible for the lives of many bandits, he will inevitably look forward and backward when doing things, and be full of worries.

But arbors are different.

The life of others is life, but his life can be risked at any time.

So even if this operation fails, the worst thing is to renew his life and start over again.

That's it.

.....

The morning light is faint.

The gate of Yancheng was tightly closed, and a team of sergeants was guarding it.

A caravan wanted to enter the city, but was blocked at the city gate. No matter how the leading merchant pleaded with a smile or bribed secretly, the city gate remained closed.

Qiao Mu, Wang Songhe and other bandits were on the hillside, looking at the gate of Yancheng from afar.