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

And this time...

The old man in gray didn't say much, and flew down towards Qiao Mu. As soon as he reached the midair, he saw Qiao Mu's energy and blood suddenly surge, as if boiling.

"Did the demon that Qiao Mu used disintegrate? Did he have the will to die as soon as he took action? These two brothers are equally strong."

"But it doesn't mean much. Although the method of dismantling demons is famous all over the world, it can't last long. There is no need to be tough with him."

A ninth-grade warrior who had used the Demon's Disintegration could not be his opponent.

But since Qiao Lin is determined to die, he will probably only attack but not defend, so that both sides will suffer losses.

Facing a mad dog, a person can certainly win, but as long as he is injured, he will lose.

So the old man in gray changed his movements and turned his palm towards the urn held in Qiao Mu's hand.

Since Qiao Lin is so strong that he is willing to die for his brother, then naturally he attacks this urn...

Bang!

Qiao Mu actually had no intention of protecting the urn, and even swung the urn towards him.

The urn burst open, and a cloud of white powder hit the gray-clothed old man's face. Immediately, there was an obvious burning sensation in his eyes, so hot that he could hardly open them.

"This... ashes mixed with lime powder? This is your brother's ashes urn!" The old man in gray was shocked.

"We brothers fight side by side with one heart, what do you want?" Qiao Mu shouted, he had already pulled out the spear from his back, the tip of the spear was filled with light, and he took the opportunity to stab the old man in gray.

In order to gain combat points, he would naturally do anything.

And being able to distinguish the image of "Qiao Lin" from "Qiao Mu" is not a bad thing.

..

After a while.

The old man in gray clothes rubbed his red eyes hard with one hand. At his feet were the broken urns and the corpse of Qiao Mu. He looked down and kicked the corpse off the cliff with hatred.

There was a big difference in strength between the two sides. He could have easily defeated him, but he didn't expect Qiao Lin to be so insidious...

"He is ruthless in his methods and has a strong temperament. He is quite a character. Unfortunately, he is still a little weak." The old man in gray clothes said to himself while facing the cliff:

"It's because you're too weak, fists are the only thing in this world."

"The Guo family in Yancheng is a big family, and you two brothers are just brave men after all. Killing the younger one and bringing in the older one is nothing more than that."

"Cut the weeds without eradicating the roots, but the spring breeze will bring new growth... Now things finally..."

At this moment.

A spring breeze blew by.

At some point, the figure of Qiao Mu appeared on the mountain road again.

Every time he resurrects from the dead, he can choose to resurrect in a place with no one nearby, or to resurrect in a fixed location.

"Old thief! Are you deceiving me that there is no one in the Qiao family?" Qiao Mu shouted and rushed forward.

His previous body was originally at the peak of the ninth level, but because he used the Heavenly Demon to disintegrate when he shot Colonel Chu, his energy and blood declined.

After being reborn and reaching the full state, after two years of hard training, he has already broken through to the eighth level.

"The demon is disintegrated!"

At this time, Qiao Mu was using his bare hands, but he was even more powerful than before when he was holding a spear!

"There is actually a twin brother coming over? Fortunately, I acted quickly, otherwise I would have to face both of them at the same time." The old man in gray clothes was calm and calm:

"I entered the eighth level for the first time, and the demon disintegrated again? Why are the Qiao family so strong?"

"But it's not a big problem. My internal energy is much stronger than his. The demon's disintegration won't last long until I exhaust him to death."

The old man in gray clothes was very calm. He exploded with inner energy and relied on his stronger body skills to dodge and move around. He did not confront Qiao Mu. After a while, Qiao Mu's inner energy was exhausted and blood oozed all over his body. He kicked him off the cliff again. .

"That's all." The old man in gray breathed a little.

At this moment, another spring breeze blew behind him.

The old man in gray looked down at the cliff at his feet, then at another tree behind him, and his body froze.

Spring is here, and fresh trees are growing again.

Chapter 35 Cycle of Terror

"Hello, we meet again. Have you eaten?"

The wind brings the greetings of the trees.

The old man in gray clothes unconsciously got goosebumps all over his body, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

Weird.

So weird.

He had just kicked Qiao Mu's body off the cliff and destroyed it, so why was there another one?

twin brothers? Or...a ghost? Stranger? Immortal cultivator?

When he thought of the strange people's unpredictable methods, the old man in gray felt even more weird.

A warrior only has a pair of iron fists, but a cultivator who specializes in cultivating the soul has more weird methods.

The old man in gray clothes is a seventh-grade warrior with an official status. His status is equivalent to half of the county magistrate without real power, and he also has a high status in the city lord's mansion.

At the same time, he is also Guo Yan's confidant, and it is not like he has never followed Guo Yan to meet strange people before...

It is precisely because he knows too much but not enough that he has random thoughts.

"When did I fall under the illusion? Am I in an illusion? Am I still conscious?"

The old man in gray was trembling in his heart and looked down at his feet.

Although Qiao Mu's body was kicked off the cliff by him, there were still blood stains on the ground, especially the broken can of Qiao Mu's ashes. The gray powder was scattered on the ground, but there was no more...

At this time, Qiao Mu's voice came: "What are you looking at? Jealous of our deep brotherhood and fighting side by side? If you have the guts, find a good brother to fight side by side with you."

The old man in gray clothes almost spat out a mouthful of old blood after hearing this, but after getting angry, he felt even more strange.

This voice, this tone of speaking... too similar.

"Playing tricks! Do you think you can confuse my mind by pretending to be the same person?" The gray-clothed old man suppressed his fear and summoned his strength to fight Qiao Mu.

And this Qiao Mu, his blood and qi surged and boiled again, and he obviously used the Heavenly Demon Disintegration again.

"Why does everyone know the famous Heavenly Demon Disintegration? Why does everyone start with a Heavenly Demon Disintegration? Aren't they afraid of death? Or are they not human?"

More and more doubts surged in his mind.

The Heavenly Demon Disintegration is famous because it is very powerful and has great sequelae, so it is famous, but it is not a common thing that everyone can do.

Just like the Qiao family's Changsheng Fist, this superior boxing that has produced a hundred-year-old master, many members of the Wu Ji Club will try to practice it, so many people can see the way, but this does not mean that the Changsheng Fist is an ordinary boxing.

"Die!"

He summoned all his internal strength and slapped Qiao Mu on the head.

This time he forgot his previous intention of fighting a war of attrition. He threw out his palm without reservation, and his strong power poured out, just wanting to smash the strange Qiao Mu in front of him into pieces as soon as possible.

"See you later." Qiao Mu gave him a creepy smile before he died, and his head tilted, and he died.

Gray-clothed old man: .....

He had clearly defeated the enemy, but he did not feel the joy of victory at all.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, and a thread of horror arose in his heart.

Unconsciously, his internal energy was consumed more and more.

His face turned blue, and his chest was panting violently... It was not easy to face several enemies fighting desperately.

Qiao Mu fought desperately, almost only attacking and not defending, while the gray-clothed old man was stronger and was thinking about how to kill the enemy without injury.

"It must be a trick, fake, all fake!" The gray-clothed old man kicked Qiao Mu's body off the cliff again.

But standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down, watching Qiao Mu's body falling rapidly off the cliff, he couldn't help but imagine:

If he really got caught in an illusion and really fell into some abnormal cycle, then if he kept fighting like this, would the bodies under the cliff pile up more and more, and eventually... fill up the cliff?

At this moment, he had a big question in his mind.

How many bodies of Qiao Mu were there under the cliff now?

The spring breeze blew again.

The gray-clothed old man broke out in a cold sweat, and felt cold all over.

He looked back again.

The spring breeze blew again, bringing a faint voice.

"Old thief, why are you so rude? Didn't your family teach you to respond to others' greetings?"

"Oh, at your age, your family should be in the urn, so why don't you use them to fight side by side? Do you have no family, or did your family run out when you fought side by side?"

Qiao Mu came again, with his trash talk.

"Don't even think about messing with my mind! Die!" The gray-clothed old man shouted, and before Qiao Mu came forward, he took the initiative to attack, his internal energy bursting out.

The gray-clothed old man was angry and fearful, and his internal energy burst out.

His internal energy was greatly consumed, and he unconsciously slowed down a little.

But this time, Qiao Mu's tactics were different.

He fought hard and was hit in the chest by a palm, relying on the hard skill iron cloth shirt he had just practiced to hold on, and rushed over to hug the gray-clothed old man with both hands.

The gray-clothed old man, who had consumed a lot of internal energy, began to slow down and couldn't break free for a while.

The next moment, his feet were in the air, and Qiao Mu actually bumped into him and hugged him, and the two of them rolled down the cliff together.

There was a violent sound of wind in his ears, and the gray-clothed old man's body and Qiao Mu fell rapidly.

"I'm going to die."

The gray-clothed old man knew that he was going to die, but before he died, he still had a huge question in his mind, which made him look at the bottom of the cliff.

Several bodies of Qiao Mu can be seen at the bottom of the valley, with their limbs twisted and broken due to the violent impact of falling to the ground, and bloody.

"One, two, three, a total of three bodies, what? Not as many as I thought."

"Including Qiao Lin who died with me, there are four bodies."

".... No, there should be a total of five bodies."

"Forgot to count my body."

Bang, bang!

Two bodies fell to the bottom of the valley, startling several wild wolves attracted by the smell of blood.

The wild wolves looked at these bodies and also shed tears. When did the sky start to fall meat?

Thank God for the gift!

These wild wolves rushed up and quickly ate up the bodies.

Then they looked up at the sky, hoping for more gifts from God.

.....

In the deep alleys of the outer city of Yancheng.

In an empty house, Qiao Mu opened his eyes again.

This time, he was reborn at the pre-determined resurrection point, in an empty house in a deep alley.

"My corpses should be eaten by wild beasts, which is not a big problem."

"Then, let's deal with the next problem."

"The number of resurrections for the new week has been refreshed. I have used up four resurrection opportunities with the gray-clothed old man, which means I have one last resurrection opportunity."

Qiao Mu put on the bamboo hat he had prepared in advance from the corner of the empty house, shouldered his spear, and prepared to go out.

If he just wanted to kill a confidant of the city lord, why would he go to such great lengths, let Lao Huang and others spread the news, and let Qiao Canxue leave Yancheng in advance.

"I wonder if the city lord has eaten?" Qiao Mu shouldered his spear and pushed the door open to leave.