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

So the many guards waiting in the distance immediately stepped forward, narrowed the encirclement, and surrounded the arbor.

"You are not qualified to fight with me if you, the son of a rich man, cannot sit down in court." The city lord's voice gradually became colder.

His injuries were more serious. Although he felt that he would not be defeated by "Qiao Lin", an eighth-level warrior, there was a risk of aggravating his injuries as long as he made a move.

So why should he take this risk?

He has many guards under his command, and they can kill Qiao Mu. If the guards die, they can spend money to recruit them again. Why should he take the risk and take action himself?

At the level of City Lord Guo Yan, personal strength is no longer the most important thing.

"Do it! Kill this criminal who entered the house to commit murder!"

Following his loud shout, the guards in the courtyard rushed forward.

Not only the guards in the courtyard, but also groups of sergeants on the streets of Yancheng had received orders and rushed over to surround the city lord's palace.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh….

Arrows shot through the air from all directions.

In the past stage of training, Qiao Mu had no knowledge of spear skills. He only knew that great strength could work wonders, and he could not block the bandits' bows and arrows.

But now he is different.

Qiao Mu held the spear in his hand and spun it rapidly in front of him. The burst of internal energy centered around him and rolled up waves of air, almost deflecting the flying arrows in the air.

"The demon is disintegrated!"

For a moment, the tip of the gun was filled with light, and there was a hint of blood on the white gun light.

After breaking through the first wave of arrows, Qiao Mu held a spear in his hand and charged towards the enemy formation without any hesitation! charge!

Qiao Mu once faced thousands of bandits and charged alone, and also once challenged a seventh-level warrior when he was at the ninth level.

Whether it's a group battle or a one-on-one battle, he is considered experienced.

Whatever kills him makes him stronger.

This not only means that every time after death and resurrection, Qiao Mu's martial arts cultivation can be improved.

Every fight to the death, every dance on the tip of a knife, these battles themselves are of great benefit to the warrior, and are a huge test of character and martial arts skills.

"Come! Kill me, Qiao Lin!"

He rushed through the crowd with a gun, and his aura vaguely overshadowed the dozens or hundreds of servants and guards.

"A single tree cannot make a forest. If the tree dies, I, Qiao Lin, will still be there!"

"When one Qiaolin dies, there are still thousands of Qiaolin who will stand up!"

"Justice is in the heart of the people. Guo Yan, can you kill all the righteous men in the world?"

Amidst the long roar, Qiao Mu was full of heroic spirit. One person in the group of guards was stunned to kill thousands of troops.

Even the guards of the City Lord's Mansion who were hostile to him couldn't help but feel trembling in their hearts.

Jolin is dying.

But his heroic spirit before his death will be remembered by everyone.

Chapter 43 Come in! Enter! Enter!

call out!

The spear turned into an afterimage and hit a servant holding a sledgehammer until his chest collapsed on the spot. The whole person was thrown four to five meters by the huge force and hit the edge of the well in the courtyard, causing cracks in the edge of the well. Vomiting blood and falling to the ground.

"One." Qiao Mu thought silently in his heart.

Qiao Mu has become proficient in military marksmanship.

This military spearmanship has simple and uncomplicated moves and is famous for its practicality. Originally it was not the exquisite spear skills used by martial arts masters to catch each other and fight with each other, but the method of killing enemies on the battlefield.

On the cold weapon battlefield, there are people in all directions, and it is very rare to move around and take space, so there are not many defensive moves in this marksmanship.

The soldiers on the battlefield were still protected by their robes while killing the enemy, but Qiao Mu was alone at the moment, with several swords, guns and sticks falling on his back every second.

boom!

A ninth-grade servant hit him on the back with a stick in his hand, making a muffled sound that shook Qiao Mu's body, but he did not fall to the ground.

"This person has also practiced hard skills?" Someone was surprised.

At this moment, Qiao Mu was not only an eighth-level warrior, possessing the strength to protect his body, but he was also proficient in the hard-working iron cloth shirt. With the strength, his whole body was as hard as a rock.

Even if he stood still and was attacked, ordinary ninth-level warriors would not be able to break his defense.

"the second."

Qiao Mu's spear swept backwards, and with a burst of internal energy, the stick-wielding servant flew backwards and crashed onto the courtyard wall, causing a small section of the courtyard wall to crack and collapse on the spot.

Qiao Mu was not counting his kills.

After all, the number of enemies killed is not important. He cares more about the number of kills than the number of enemies killed.

What he was counting was the number of servants carrying the coffin.

Yesterday Mr. Guo carried the coffin into the house in a very high-profile manner. Just like when he went out on the street, he was accompanied by many strong servants holding whips to clear the way.

There were seven servants in total, two of them carried the coffin, and the other five were guarding the coffin.

Their strength is not particularly strong. They are basically in the training stage. One or two of them have reached the level of ninth-level training, but they are all tall and powerful, and they are quite intimidating. They are basically the confidants of Mr. Guo. .

Qiao Mu rushed forward with a gun, killing the city lord Guo Yan at the door of the study step by step. On the way forward, he also watched six directions, preparing to kill all the servants that day.

Outside the collapsed courtyard wall, Sergeant Yancheng, who was waiting with weapons in hand, could already be seen.

They have surrounded the city lord's palace. They have not joined the battle yet, but are just surrounding his path.

"The Yancheng Army has arrived, and Qiao Lin has been unable to fly." Guo Yan said in his heart:

"He is so confident. Maybe there will be others assisting him when he breaks into the house this time, so he cannot let down his guard."

The City Lord's Mansion is not a large plain where legions can fight. No matter how many people come in, the effect will be limited.

Moreover, there is no need for the Yancheng Army to end for the time being. The servants and guards raised by Guo Yan are enough to consume Qiao Mu to death.

This Yancheng Army mainly serves as a prepared insurance to prevent someone from interfering and preventing Qiao Mu from breaking out and escaping.

However, with the collapse of the courtyard wall, the movements in the City Lord's Mansion also attracted the attention of many people.

There were many people on the street looking around. It was impossible for them not to be curious about such a big movement in the City Lord's Mansion.

City Lord Guo Yan stood behind the crowd and kept looking at Qiao Mu with cold eyes. He did not join the battle or say harsh words, and just watched silently.

Watching Qiao Mu advance step by step with cold eyes.

"three."

"Four."

"five..."

"six..."

The sixth servant is dead.

These servants are not difficult to kill, and their strength is not worth mentioning to Qiao Mu who is in the current state of demon disintegration.

The hard part is picking these servants out from the crowd.

After killing the sixth servant, Qiao Mu could not find the seventh servant for the time being, so he could only continue to advance.

Enter! Enter! Enter!

Every step taken by the tree is paid in blood.

The energy inside the bodyguard was rapidly depleting and weakening, and the iron cloth shirt was not invulnerable. Sword wounds began to appear on his body.

Ten steps away from the city lord Guo Yan!

In front of Qiao Mu, a particularly tall figure appeared.

Zhou Wen.

This man holds a long sword. He is the second seventh-level warrior under the city lord Guo Yan. He has been guarding it outside the study, and now he finally takes action.

If the city lord doesn't take action, Zhou Wen will be the strongest person in this courtyard.

Moreover, he was not in a hurry to join the battle, but was waiting for work. By the time Qiao Mu came to kill him, he was already seriously injured and his internal energy was depleted.

He must be a sure winner this time.

But Qiao Mu's heart was not shaken at all.

Every life-and-death battle is a valuable experience for him.

A seventh-grade warrior? He had already fought in a duel when he was at level nine.

At this moment, the strength gap between the two sides is obvious, and Qiao Mu has been seriously injured. This gap cannot be eliminated by relying on the magic of demon disintegration.

But...the strength gap between the two sides is actually not that important.

Previously on the cliff outside the city, although the old man in gray clothes was a seventh-level warrior and considered himself to be far stronger than him, he still cherished his life and did not fight against Qiao Mu, who had experienced the disintegration of the demon.

so....

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

Qiao Mu's eyes widened with anger, and his spear was filled with aura. Every thrust was directed at Zhou Wen's vital points.

Zhou Wen had just slashed his sword into Qiao Mu's waist and ribs from the side, and his hard-working iron cloth shirt was broken by him. He was about to use the force to expand the wound, but saw that this reckless man who was not afraid of death completely ignored his injuries and shot him. Like a cold star piercing his throat, his heart suddenly jumped.

In the flash of lightning, he hurriedly summoned up his inner strength to withdraw his sword and protect it.

To use a long sword to block the thrust of a spear is to use one's shortcomings and guard the other's strengths.

There was a muffled sound and he took a few steps back. The blade in his hand made a crackling sound and was already cracked. There was also a pain in his wrist, and he almost flew out of his hand without losing his grip.

"I'm injured, my wrist is injured, and I use a sword. Most of my skills have been lost." His steps slowed down a little, intentionally or unintentionally, just enough for Qiao Mu, who was charging forward with a gun, to rush past him.

Another seventh-grade warrior, an old man in gray clothes, "Uncle Fu", was a confidant of the city lord Guo Yan, and he was already dead.

And he didn't like Mr. Guo to begin with, let alone...

Qiao Mu was already a mortal man, so why should he flex his muscles now that he was fighting to the death?

Although City Lord Guo Yan was injured, he was still the strongest person in the City Lord's Mansion.

Even he stood still, treating the guards in the courtyard as consumables blocking the trees. How could the others die in vain?

Besides, what kind of life do you have to pay for the salary of looking after the home and nursing home?

call....

Qiao Mu gasped violently and was covered in blood.

Everyone knew that after exchanging injuries for injuries to defeat the seventh-grade warrior Zhou Wen, he was already at the end of his strength.

But no one stepped forward to make up for the last blow.

For a warrior who is not afraid of death, his final counterattack before death must be terrifying. Didn't you see that even their master, the city lord Guo Yan, avoided fighting?

At this moment, Qiao Mu was only the last four or five steps away from Guo Yan. The city lord, who was so deep in the city and had been watching with cold eyes, finally changed his expression slightly at this moment.

Chapter 44: A breath of chivalry and a thousand miles of joy

At this moment, Qiao Mu was only the last four or five steps away from the city lord.

After repelling the seventh-grade warrior Zhou Wen, although there are still people blocking him at this moment, they are just ordinary ninth- and eighth-grade warriors.

But Qiao Mu was at the end of his strength.

Although the demon's disintegration was astonishingly powerful, it could not last long and would have serious sequelae. At this moment, Qiao Mu's whole body was bleeding, and there was no energy left in his body.

He knew that it was the last moment.

"Let's go all out!"

Qiao Mu recalled the shot that killed Captain Chu.

At this moment, he no longer had the strength to overcome the obstacles of the last four or five steps, so he could only place his hope on this shot.

The city lord Guo Yan is a calm man and the city is very deep. Although he has been injured, he has never made a move so far. Qiao Mu doesn't even know the severity of his injury.