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

Chapter 440

In the morning, the morning light was dim, and the grass was still covered with crystal dew.

Wu Mingkong walked in the grass, and the dew soaked her trouser legs.

She naturally didn't care, just gently rolled up her hair and tied it into a neat ponytail for easy movement, revealing a clean and white back of her neck.

With a little burst of true energy, she stepped on the leaves of the grass, and in two or three steps, she had already ascended to the sky with the force.

The dew on the leaves of the grass trembled slightly, and with her step, it splashed on the ground.

"You got up early, and you are quite serious."

Long Shankong looked from a distance and muttered:

"Compared to yesterday, you have made progress. If you step on the grass leaves to gain force, if this were in the previous martial arts world, you might get the nickname of 'flying on the grass'."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Wu Mingkong, don't practice for now, I'll get down first." He raised his hand to greet.

"How can you practice martial arts without hard work? A day's plan begins in the morning."

Wu Mingkong was full of motivation and did not come down.

For a genius like her, if she works hard to practice martial arts, she can almost be said to make progress every day, and she is naturally full of motivation.

"I want to practice, I want to practice, and I will crush you. One day I will also become a master of Qinggong."

She is extremely talented and knows it. She cannot accept that she is outdated by the Qiao family in terms of talent and understanding.

Even if the object of comparison is the world-famous Qiao family, she does not want to lose.

"No, you come down first." Long Shankong couldn't help but raise his mouth slightly when he heard this.

"The owner of the manor has improved and perfected the "Dragon Step". Is he teaching the new Dragon Step in the manor now?"

"What you are practicing now is actually outdated. Practicing too much will hurt the meridians in the feet." Long Shankong's mouth curled up.

"Ah?"

Wu Mingkong was stunned.

Yesterday everyone was still practicing the Dragon Step in full swing, and today you told me that the version has been updated?

"Really? I don't believe it."

Wu Mingkong took two or three steps, without even touching the ground, and rushed directly into the villa.

From a distance, she saw Qiao Xin talking about martial arts in public in the martial arts arena, talking about the essence of the improved version of the Dragon Step.

When he was excited, he even demonstrated on the spot, stepping into the air step by step, his movements were as smooth as water, and he felt like he was strolling in the air without any force....

Wu Mingkong didn't believe it at first, but after listening carefully, she felt a little unwell.

It was only a few days since Long Shankong announced the "Dragon Step". Why did she feel that this genius villa owner seemed to have practiced it secretly for decades...

"Wu Mingkong, how do you feel now, how do you feel?" Xue Changhe said at the side:

"The day you first came to the villa, I said that the villa owner was knowledgeable and had a solid foundation in martial arts. It was not something that a martial arts genius could easily touch."

Wu Mingkong didn't answer.

She stood in the audience with a blank look on her face, standing like a minion.

"I can't accept it. I will not fall behind next time..."

On the martial arts platform, Qiao Mu glanced at Wu Mingkong and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

Wu Mingkong is a person with extraordinary talent and understanding, and he knows it. He is also a disciple of the martial saint, and his life experience and understanding are top-notch.

Her talent and understanding are enough to make Xue Changhe, who is known as the only genius in the blood family for more than a thousand years, pale in comparison.

It is difficult for such a person not to be young and frivolous.

Although she didn't have any bad intentions, Qiao Mu, who had great talent, couldn't help but want to tease her.

..........

Zhongzhou.

The sky was high and the clouds were wide, and the grass was green.

A group of merchants were driving a carriage on the official road to transport goods. The driver suddenly seemed to have noticed something and looked up, but saw a faint afterimage passing by in the sky.

Only white clouds that spread out like ripples were left in the air, extending to the end of the field of vision.

"Immortal! Is it the immortal driving a cloud passing by here?"

The driver rubbed his eyes, but saw that the light cloud had disappeared.

The one who passed by in the air was Qiao Mu, who was on his way, and his flesh and blood clone Wu Qizhen in his hand.

He left a new flesh and blood clone in the villa, and asked the flesh and blood clone Qiao Xin to teach him the new Tianlong Eight Steps Transformation Dragon Step.

The original body had already set out on the road to Xizhou with Wu Qizhen.

"There are two ways to get to Xizhou." Wu Qizheng said:

"There are mountains all over the Southwest Province, and it's not easy to walk, unless you go upstream along the Tongtian River."

"Going west through Zhongzhou is actually the right way for most people."

"Going through Zhongzhou is not bad either. Zhongzhou is where the imperial capital is located, with a dense population, and it is always more prosperous."

Although Qiao Mu's Tianlong Eight Steps Light Kung Fu has been perfected, the Dengtian Eight Steps is more of a nine-step jump in the air, which is a body movement that quickly changes direction and accelerates in the air during combat.

The Hualong Step is a light skill that uses real energy to transform clouds and can also walk in the air, which is suitable for traveling.

Qiao Mu is now nearly 5,000 years old, with profound skills and peerless light skills.

Traveling with Hualong Steps, even if he holds Wu Qizheng in his hand, is still incredibly fast, and even the merchants riding horses on the road can only see a fleeting afterimage.

"With my current Qinggong, it will probably take only a few days to reach Xizhou if I try my best."

While the two were talking, they suddenly looked up at the sky.

It was broad daylight, but there was lightning flashing in the sky, and the violent thunder roared all over the fields, deafening.

Looking far away, you can vaguely see two rainbow lights shuttle and interweave in the air, and thunder and fire raging in the air.

Boom.

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and landed right in the middle of the official road.

The electric light exploded, the ground was charred and black with clear cracks, and the grass on both sides caught fire.

"Huh..." The driver behind the carriage quickly stopped the horse. At this moment, Ma Bu was suddenly frightened, and the horse almost stumbled and overturned the carriage.

"Weird? Is this another man-made disaster?" Qiao Mu looked up.

Wu Qizheng looked calm and said:

"Actually, this man-made disaster caused by strangers has existed since ancient times."

"Even forty years before the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect came into the world, there were actually some."

"Before the appearance of the incense talisman, the world of immortality and the mortal world were almost two different worlds. Immortal cultivators could not look down on the gold and silver of mortals..."

At this point, thunder continued, lightning exploded in the sky, and the fight between the two immortal cultivators became more intense.

"It's just that the difference between immortals and mortals is like clouds and mud. For mortals, immortal cultivators who can summon wind and rain are really too dangerous." Wu Qizheng said:

"Even if it is unintentional, the aftermath of a monk's battle will be an unstoppable human disaster on the ground, with countless casualties."

Wu Qizheng looked around.

The two monks in the sky naturally did not just start fighting, but fought all the way.

If you look carefully, you can see that many places on the road ahead are covered in scorch marks. Even the houses on the roadside have suffered damage. Some of them happened to be hit by lightning and collapsed immediately.

The two just talked about this.

Then they saw a broken giant cauldron like a small mountain falling from the sky, falling diagonally towards the heads of the merchants on the official road.

"Senior Qiao?" Wu Qi was looking at Qiao Mu:

"It seems to be two golden elixir stage monks..."

He is just a flesh and blood clone, not strong enough to intervene.

What surprised him was that Qiao Mu was indifferent and just watched from the side.

"Don't be anxious yet." Qiao Mu said slowly, his eyes falling on an inn by the road.

There were many guests at the inn next to the road. Even the tables outside the door were full. There was a young man with deep eyes drinking by himself on the roadside.

At this moment, the young man who had been drinking with his head down also stood up, looked to this side, and looked up expressionlessly.

With just such a simple action, his temperament suddenly changed. Although he didn't have an angry look, he had an aura of calmness and authority.

Although his face is young, his eyes are as deep as the abyss, making him look like a young man.

He drew a sword from his belt.

A human-king sword that ripples with light as thick as a mountain.

The black-yellow true energy shot through the air for hundreds of meters, cutting the broken giant cauldron that fell from the sky into two, and then crashed down beside him.

The young man looked at the huge cauldron that was split into two with an expressionless face and said indifferently;

"They committed crimes with weapons during the day, causing harm to others and killing and injuring dozens of people."

"According to the law of Great Flame, you must be beheaded!"

There seemed to be a divine light in his eyes, and there was a sound like thunder exploding in his mouth, which was simply not a sound that a human could make.

The majestic true energy swept across all directions with the rolling sound waves, and a circle of ripples could be seen in the air with the naked eye.

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Qiao Mu was also closer. For a moment, the mighty sound wave reached his ears, and his head was roaring. The energy and blood in his body was sluggish, and there was a moment of stagnation.

The flesh and blood clone next to him, Wu Qi Zhengze, was even more unbearable. He looked obviously in a daze, and he almost fell over due to dizziness.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Two figures fell to the ground in a panic from the air, looking at the young man holding the Human King Sword with a disgraced look.

"Two monks who escaped from Nanzhou Xuantian Sect? Are they fighting among themselves?" The young man looked at the two of them carefully, snorted coldly, and didn't ask any more questions.

"After the Xuantian Sect was destroyed, these fleeing rats were not uncommon."

He just raised his sword and slashed down, and the two heads flew into the sky.

After doing all this, the young man holding the Human King Sword turned back to look at the two Qiao Mu.

"Is it the Qiao family?" he asked:

"I heard that Qiao Jin has died in the mountains of Southwest China... I didn't expect that there are so many outstanding people in the Qiao family."

The person holding the Human King Sword is naturally the immortal Yan Taizu.

He had already practiced Changsheng Quan to an extremely advanced level, which could lock his energy and blood without losing it. Like Qiao Mu, he was still in his youth, and his physical body was almost at its peak.

He was defeated by Qiao Jin in the palace.

Goodbye now, it’s already Qiao Qijin.

"Qiao Qijin." Qiao Mu responded, his eyes falling on the Human King Sword in Taizu Yan's hand.

When he was in Linhe Fucheng in Southwest State, Yan Taizu passed the sword for three thousand miles and sent the Human King Sword into his hands, so that he could have a chance to deal with Yunxiao Daojun.

At that time, the power of the King's Sword to Destiny for the Country had actually been exhausted. It was almost used up by Qiao Mu's sword, and only a trace of power was left to return thousands of miles away.

Now when we meet again, we see that the golden light on the Human King's sword is like flowing water, as thick as a mountain, and it is actually much brighter than before.

Among them, there is naturally the achievement of Taojun Yunxiao, who was spread over three thousand miles by Qiao Mu.

But in the past few years, Yan Taizu was naturally not doing anything in Zhongzhou.

"When Emperor Yonghe was the holder of the Human King Sword, the Human King Sword was only a ritual weapon and had never been drawn or stained with blood."

"This Grand Ancestor Yan is just walking around with the Human King Sword. This place is still dozens of miles away from the imperial capital. They are all out to kill the rebellious Jindan monks."

Qiao Mu admired in his heart.

Seeing each other after a long time, he became "Qiao Qijin", and Taizu Yan was also different from before.

Among the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect, the Zhongzhou Dao Sect is the most respected.

However, Yan Taizu, who held the Human King Sword in his hand, guarded Zhongzhou alone and faced the Dao Dao Sect.

The Dayan Dynasty seems to be a giant, but since the death of Emperor Yonghe, the world has been in chaos, and the dynasty's political and military orders cannot leave Zhongzhou.

Although the Flying Fish Guards under his command are not bad, they are just hawks and dogs that seek information. If they want to make enemies of the immortal cultivators, it is still difficult for the Flying Fish Guards to do so.

Therefore, the entire Great Yan Dynasty could not find many useful people.

It can be said that Yan Taizu only has one person and one sword, which can be said to be the only tree holding up the sky.

In the past two years, naturally the Human King Sword has never been stained with blood like Emperor Yonghe did before.

Qiao Mu looked at Taizu Yan attentively and carefully examined the induction.

Taizu Yan has also achieved his true strength, his martial arts are magically transformed, and he has made greater progress than Xue Changhe.

After all, Yan Taizu was once ranked first in the power rankings, surpassing Xue Changhe's skills for more than a thousand years.

Although he has lived for more than three hundred years, he has the body of a medicinal spirit. He has eaten many heavenly materials and earthly treasures to increase his power. He is a man whose power far exceeds his actual age.

In fact, since Yan Taizu ruled the world three hundred years ago and had no enemies, he rarely even took elixirs.

After all, the world is already invincible and it is difficult to find an opponent in the world, so what is the use of taking the elixir?

Of course...after losing to Qiao Jin, his ideas also changed.

Therefore, the Yan Taizu in front of Qiao Mu now has not only transformed his internal energy into his true energy, but also made a qualitative breakthrough.

Even the amount of real energy has improved a lot, obviously he has taken drugs.

Qiao Mu and Yan Taizu were both top warriors in the world. At this moment, they looked at each other, and the air around them seemed to solidify under the pull of Qi.

"The roar that made the two Jindan monks fall to the ground just now was not the power of the Human King Sword, but a kind of sonic martial arts? It's quite a good skill."

Qiao Mu was more interested in martial arts and asked directly.

When Yan Taizu roared, the flesh and blood clone Wu Qi Zheng next to him was immediately dizzy and lost consciousness. Even he felt his head roaring and his whole body was slightly numb.

"Not bad." Taizu Yan said calmly:

"This martial art is called "Tian Ming Shen Gang", and it is the ultimate forbidden art of sound power."

"After I achieved my true strength, I integrated it into my true strength and deduced it to perfection. It is completely different from the past."

As he spoke, he pressed the Human King Sword in his hand and looked at Qiao Mu, with fighting spirit rising in his eyes, eager to try.

Although he lost to Qiao Jin in the palace, he was not without a chance.

As a three-hundred-year-old immortal, his qualifications are already top-notch, and he also has the body of medicinal spirit.

There is also the "Three Yuan Good Fortune Pill" at the bottom of the box. Once taken, the internal energy can be temporarily increased by three times. There are also martial arts such as "Tianming Shengang" that have not been used yet...

Before all the means are exhausted, he has already been defeated, and his heart is always difficult to calm down.

When he met the Qiao family at this moment, he already intuitively felt that this person was like a towering mountain. Even with his advanced skills, he could only look up...

Then the fighting spirit in his heart boiled directly.

"Qiao Qijin killed Daojun Xuantian with his golden power, and his horse trampled Xuantian Sect, destroying the entire immortal sect." Taizu Yan read loudly:

"This has never happened before in ancient times. It is the first time to conquer immortals with martial arts and open up the martial arts. When you meet such a peerless hero, how can you not fight?"

Taizu Yan stood up with his sword drawn, his whole body tensed, and he concentrated and calmed down.

The fighting spirit in his heart was like wildfire, almost igniting his whole body.

"Are you really going to take action?" Qiao Mu said quietly.

He had just finished serving a hundred years in prison, and he didn't actually have much fighting spirit. If he didn't go out for something else, he just wanted to play with cats and birds in the villa.

The difference between the strength and weakness of top martial artists can actually be noticed without actually taking action.

Taizu Yan was indeed a fierce man who could live for three hundred years...

But the tree is already five thousand years old.

As a person with a constitution of medicinal spirit, after taking a large amount of spiritual medicine, Yan Taizu's skill was far beyond his age, but naturally it was not as good as Qiao Mu.

Taizu Yan laughed loudly.

"When you see a stronger person, you become cowardly and afraid of fighting, and don't dare to draw your sword. Is this what a man does?"

When martial artists fight, it's not about who has superior martial arts skills or deep skills, whoever wins.

Let's sit in a row and compare how many years of skill you have and how many years of skill I have. I'm not as good as you and just type out a message on the spot.

Naturally, the subordinates will see the real chapter.

The weak may not be defeated, and the strong may not have the last laugh.

Since ancient times, the most powerful martial arts masters in the world have often been challenged by younger newcomers and lost their titles.

Without the courage to draw his sword against the stronger, Taizu Yan three hundred years ago would not have drawn his sword to rise up against the Zhou Dynasty.

At the moment of tension.

Wu Qizheng next to him interrupted:

"Taizu Yan, don't forget, you are not an ordinary martial artist."

"As the sword holder of the Human King Sword, guarding Zhongzhou by yourself, do you really want to act rashly?"

These words were like a basin of ice water poured on Yan Taizu's head, making him calm down a little.

If it was Taizu Yan when he was young, he would naturally not listen. But although Taizu Yan today is still ambitious, the burden on his shoulders is as heavy as Mount Tai.

"Which family's boy talks like that and is so disappointing? Is he your Qiao family's nephew? He doesn't even look like him."

Taizu Yan frowned and glanced at Wu Qizheng with great dissatisfaction.

Although he scolded him like this, his fighting spirit was gone.

As a martial artist, he couldn't bear the fighting spirit and wanted to draw his sword and fight Qiao Mu... But as the sword holder of the Human King Sword, he couldn't get injured easily.

"Junior, Wu Qizheng." Wu Qizheng saluted with clasped fists.

What is done is the martial artist's fist-holding ceremony.

"Wu Qizheng, from the Wu family?" Yan Taizu looked back and forth between Qiao Mu and Wu Qizheng, his expression a little strange.

Wu Shengren is naturally a serious problem for the Dayan court, and the two sides are like fire and water.

Although the Qiao family also participated in the assassination of Emperor Yonghe, and the crime of regicide can punish the nine clans, the nature of the two is still different.

The two were mixed together, which really surprised Yan Taizu.

"Our trip this time is passing through Zhongzhou, and we are going to Xizhou in order to..." Wu Qizheng said calmly:

"Suppress the chaos between humans and demons and kill the martial saint."

Whether these are two things or one is unknown.

"Martial Saint?" Yan Taizu's face became serious and he said:

"In that case, let's wait here for now. I have something that may be useful..."

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