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

Dots of cold stars twinkled in the dark night, and the aura lingering on the tip of the spear dragged a trail of light in the dark night.

The first weapon Qiao Mu used was a spear. Now the only weapon that has reached "Dacheng" is the military spearmanship he used in the beginning.

This kind of battlefield spearmanship is to practice a simple thrust repeatedly until you are perfect at it.

However, no matter how Qiao Mu attacked, the Martial Saint just sat motionless on the divine throne, and his posture did not change.

The only thing that moved was his right index finger.

No matter how the spear in his hand moves or from which angle he attacks, Wu Shengren's index finger will always appear in front of the tip of his spear.

"This military spearmanship is pretty good. Have you been an officer and soldier of Dayan? Haha."

In his early years, Wu Shengren was also a first-class military attache who led troops in battles. During the battle, he leisurely recalled the past events:

"The first half of my martial arts saint's life was smooth. I became the number one martial artist at the age of twenty. I became a master of spiritual training at the age of thirty. At the age of forty, I was already a first-class martial artist and a first-class general in the court. I have countless elite subordinates."

"In the first half of my life, my martial arts progressed rapidly, and my official career also prospered. I came and went with high-ranking officials and top warriors. When I returned from an expedition, the people lined the streets and cheered, and the emperor awarded me a medal."

"When the Alien War happened at the age of forty-five, I realized that all the good things in the first half of my life were just a mirror image, and that civilization, gentleness and courtesy were always just illusions."

Wu Shengren pointed his finger at Qiao Mu's spear tip again.

Ding.

With a crisp shudder, the tip of the gun shattered and disintegrated, and the gun body was broken into two pieces.

"When I was forty-five years old, I realized that the biggest truth in the world is that the weak eat the strong. The so-called civilization is just a disguise."

He moved his index finger lightly and annihilated all the phantoms of sword light that had just appeared in the temple with one finger, once again blocking the swift sword light.

"Don't you want to ask me why others are always sacrificed and why it's not me, the Martial Saint, who dies?"

Wu Shengren's eyes gradually turned cold.

"Because they are weak."

He bent his index finger and flicked it lightly on the long sword.

Buzz.

Amidst the violent trembling sound, Qiao Mu's body flew backwards, its mouth cracked and bleeding.

"The nature of the world is that the weak eat the strong." He read slowly.

At this time, the sword and spear before Qiao Mu had been shattered, and there were no weapons in his hands, only a pair of fists left.

But he still refused to retreat, and even charged harder.

"The demon is disintegrated! Ripples and waves, two waves!"

He punched out with both fists, and the blood in his body was almost boiling, and he rushed towards the martial saint sitting on the temple.

At this time, Wu Shengren even retracted his index finger and just sat there motionless, letting Qiao Mu's thunderous fists stamp on his chest.

Bang bang.

Amidst the soft sound, Qiao Mu's body shook slightly, and his fists made a clearly audible sound of bone cracking.

"Being weak is a sin." Wu Shengren sighed softly:

"And I, who survived to the end, was stronger than them all."

He finally reached out a hand.

After this hand was stretched out, it expanded at an extremely fast speed.

Rumble.

The small ruined temple had completely collapsed. Under the moonlight, Saint Wu once again pinched Qiao Mu's face between his index fingers and thumbs, and lifted him high.

This scene is exactly the same as before, except that there is a different person between Wu Shengren's two fingers.

The Jade-faced Feilong and others who were watching from a distance suddenly felt their hearts tighten.

Qiao Mu, who was clamped by Wu Shengren's two fingers, was bleeding all over his body and his bones were shattered. He was still laughing forcefully:

"Martial Saint, if you eat me, can you kill the immortal?"

"If you want to say this is 'eating', that's up to you." Wu Shengren simply said:

"Of course not enough."

With the actions of a martial saint, if he could defeat an immortal cultivator, then all the immortals in the world would be eaten up by him.

Speaking of this, his eyes glanced at the jade-faced flying dragon and others in the distance, causing the latter to tremble subconsciously.

"It's a bit weak, and I don't have the qualifications to absorb it." He was slightly disappointed.

"Hahaha..." Qiao Mu, who was caught between his fingers, burst out laughing:

"Wu Shengren, have you ever heard of who I am? I am a member of the Qiao family!"

"...It's boring." Wu Shengren frowned slightly:

"I went to die with great enthusiasm before, but I regretted it before I died? Are you using your family background to pressure me?"

"Guess how many aristocratic families were destroyed by my hands? How many Qiao families were there?"

"Our Qiao family is naturally different." Qiao Mu said loudly without blushing or out of breath:

"Martial Saint, I, Qiao Zhong, am just the weakest member of the Qiao family. I am over sixty years old and have not yet refined myself. I am really ashamed."

"But above me, there are many elders and masters in the Qiao family, elders of the hidden clan."

Wu Shengren was slightly startled. What was this man saying before he died? Planning to betray your family?

Just listen to the tree continue to say loudly:

"Martial Saint, you killed countless lives to perfect your own martial arts."

"The family motto of my Qiao family is, if you don't seek life, you will harm your kindness, if you have to kill yourself, you will achieve kindness."

"In that case, wouldn't you, Saint Wu, and my Qiao family be a perfect match?" The sixty-year-old man, who was pinched between his fingers by Saint Wu, laughed loudly at this moment:

"What's the point of eating those weaklings who are not even as good as me?"

"Martial Saint!" The smile on his face suddenly disappeared and he shouted loudly:

"Let me ask you, if you eat all the skin, flesh, bones and blood of my Qiao family, can you kill the immortals?"

Under the cover of night, the jade-faced flying dragon and others listened to the horrifying conversation between the old man of the Qiao family and the Martial Saint. Their hearts were horrified and they almost fell to the ground.

Chapter 95 The Qiao Family’s Statement of War (4k

"Let me ask you, if you eat all the skin, flesh, bones and blood of my Qiao family, can you kill the immortals?"

These words were so shocking that the Jade-faced Feilong and others who were watching felt suffocated and couldn't breathe smoothly.

One dares to eat.

One dares to let him eat.

The conversation between Qiao Zhong and Wu Shengren was completely beyond the understanding of these Jianghu people.

"What exactly does Qiao Zhong want to do? To betray the family?" The two warriors looked at the jade-faced flying dragon next to them.

"This——" The jade-faced flying dragon's mind was stuck at this time.

If Qiao Mu suddenly spoke and wanted to sacrifice his own mortality to save their temporary teammates, they would not be completely unable to understand it.

After all, although such characters are extremely rare and basically only live in the stories told by storytellers, they are not completely absent.

However, sacrificing his own family to protect these outsiders who met by chance?

This is obviously unreasonable.

"Qiao Zhong must have another purpose. Maybe there really is a powerful Qiao family in this world. He is making a challenge to the Martial Saint in the name of the Qiao family?" Jade-faced Feilong could only think of this explanation:

"Write a life-and-death battle in the name of the Qiao family, and use the flesh and blood of the Qiao family to fill the gluttonous mouth of the martial saint?"

As for what Qiao Mu said, there are many powerful elders from hidden clans in his family...

The more the Jade-faced Feilong thought about it, the less likely it became. He just regarded it as an exaggeration to stabilize the Martial Saint.

After all, Qiao Zhong is no longer young, claiming to be an old man in his sixties.

Even if there are elders in his family who are stronger than him, how many are there?

The lifespan of an ordinary warrior is not much longer than that of an ordinary person.

The eighty-five-year-old Wu Shengren is a different matter.

A warrior like Qiao Zhong, who is sixty years old and still has vitality and blood, is already a very rare practitioner of excellent internal skills, and his attainments must be high.

The head of the Qiao family in Heyang, who was exterminated at the time, practiced Qiao Changshengquan. It is said that the longevity fist is extremely powerful, but he is only eighty years old and still has vitality and blood.

A hundred years ago, a martial arts master came out of the Qiao family in Heyang. He was a hundred years old and still alive. He was already a famous figure in the world. Even the original Emperor Dayan heard about this and specially announced that he would enter the palace to teach the secret of immortality.

So, how many elders and elders in the Qiao family that Qiao Zhong mentioned are older and stronger than the sixty-year-old himself, the elders of the hidden clan?

Wu Shengren knows this better than Jade Face Feilong and others.

So when faced with Qiao Mu's words, he just gently twitched the corners of his lips, revealing a smile that made the Jade-faced Feilong and others feel creepy.

"What Qiao family? If there really was such a big family in this world, I would have destroyed it long ago."

"However, the fighting spirit is not bad."

He unclenched his fingers.

Let Qiao Mu, who had been pinched unconscious, fall to the grass.

"Since you have the will to die, then continue to live quietly and let the Qiao family behind you come to retaliate against me and challenge me. It doesn't matter how many."

Wu Shengren only thought that Qiao Zhong was speaking harshly before his death, and did not take it too seriously.

"The same goes for you." Wu Shengren turned his head and stared emotionlessly at the jade-faced flying dragon and others in the distance:

"You can continue to fear me and continue to hate me."

"Remember the weakness and powerlessness of being a weak person today, and then live an ignoble existence."

"Thirty years to the east of the river and thirty to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty." He said sincerely:

"Go and become stronger, go and practice martial arts hard, and then one day, stand in front of me again, challenge me like that Qiao Zhong, try to kill me, or die in my hands."

Wu Shengren was condescending, looking down at the jade-faced flying dragon and others who almost fell to the ground:

"Killing me is your only chance of survival."

"Don't kill us? No, it's not that we won't kill, but isn't it time yet? In the eyes of the Martial Saint, our fruits... are not yet mature." The jade-faced flying dragon looked miserable.

He took a deep look at Wu Shengren and Qiao Mu who was seriously injured and fell to the ground next to him, as if he wanted to imprint these two people deeply in his mind.

Then he supported the other two people who were also seriously injured, turned around and left.

But he didn't help one of the fifth-level warriors who had broken his arm.

His arm was cut off by Saint Wu after he appeared before.

"What are you doing standing there? Why don't you leave quickly?" The jade-faced flying dragon frowned and urged:

"Sage Wu's temperament is unpredictable. If you don't leave now, he might change his mind later."

"Let's go? Where are we going? I've also practiced the "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros Technique". How can there be any place for us in this remote corner of the world?"

The armless warrior just smiled miserably:

"If you escape today, you will live in fear and panic for the rest of your life."

These words made the Jade-Faced Feilong silent for a moment.

Wu Qingxin was stronger than them all, and her aptitude and talent were much better. She was a fourth-level girl many years ago, and later she turned to the path of immortality and was named a saint by the Xuantian Sect of the Immortal Sect.

But the three thousand disciples, including Wu Qingxin, and even the most powerful martial arts masters of the previous generation, are the qualifications to become a martial saint.

No matter how hard they practice, how far can they get?

"Martial Saint." The armless warrior gritted his teeth, his hair grew angry, and stared at the Martial Saint:

"I would rather die here than be reduced to the same category as you, a man-eating demon, and become your food---"

He swung the long knife with his remaining left arm and slashed at his neck.

It's just that this knife failed to cut it down.