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

"Of course it is... the hero list ranked by Bai Xiaosheng decades ago, the top ten martial arts in the world!" The jade-faced flying dragon made a shocking statement, attracting the attention of the people around him.

The most famous figure in Tingchao Tower in the secular world is Bai Xiaosheng from Jianghu fifty years ago.

The most famous thing Bai Xiaosheng has done is to compile a hero list to comment on the world's martial arts heroes.

The Martial Saint forty years ago was a first-class general in the imperial court and also a first-class martial artist.

He was at the height of the sun in the court, and he was vaguely the leader of the military attachés of Dayan.

The leader of the military attache refers to his official ability and power, rather than his own personal force.

Although the martial saints at that time were strong, they were not yet the leaders of martial arts.

In fact, before and after the Stranger War, Wu Shengren ranked eleventh on Bai Xiaosheng's list of martial arts heroes.

As we all know, there are two in the TOP1, five in the TOP3, and twenty in the TOP10.

And those who can be ranked in the top ten in the world by Bai Xiaosheng are naturally the ten people who are riding the best.

"The number ten on the hero list at that time was a swordsman named Hu." The jade-faced flying dragon praised:

"It is said that the swordsman was originally the royal chef of the palace, and he has been killing all kinds of rare monsters in the royal kitchen of the palace for twenty years."

"One day, a third-grade assassin broke into the palace and wanted to knock out the imperial chef..."

Qiao Mu was moved after hearing this. Does this plot sound familiar?

"Then the third-level assassin was killed by the imperial cook who raised his butcher knife to someone for the first time."

"From then on, he left the royal kitchen of the palace and practiced the 'Pao Ding Jie Niu Dao', becoming the world's leader in swordsmanship."

Mentioning the martial arts anecdotes of the past era, everyone was also fascinated by them.

The old martial arts world before the Stranger War was naturally very different from today's martial arts world. They could only catch a glimpse of the bygone martial arts world from the stories passed down orally from their ancestors.

The jade-faced flying dragon gradually became entranced as he spoke:

"Whether it is Bai Xiaosheng or the Hero List, it is already a thing of the past."

"With the Alien War forty years ago, the old martial arts world quietly passed away, and the Hero List has become a thing of the past era."

"Dayan's hundred thousand elite troops were wiped out, and only Wu Shengren survived. As the only survivor, he later abandoned his official position and fled into the folk martial arts world."

"After the Alien War, countless people placed their hopes on the top ten masters in the world, hoping that they could turn the tide and defeat the alien."

"But they fell silent in the end, and disappeared in the years to come, without any news."

"Some people say that they, like the martial saints, have been defeated or even died in battle; some people say that they have knelt before strangers and become martial slaves..."

"Forty years have passed, and no one still knows their whereabouts, and no one cares about them."

"Since then, the hero list has become a piece of waste paper. The so-called top ten heroes in the world are just like chickens and dogs in front of strangers."

"And the swordsman's swordsman surnamed Hu..." The jade-faced flying dragon's eyes fell on the bearded swordsman's sword.

He had seen the swordsman cut open the arm of the tree before. Each slash accurately avoided the vital points and bones of the arm. In the end, it was not easy to leave the tree injured but not disabled.

"You don't want to say that he was the number ten in the world back then and the leader of the swordsmanship, right?" Thunderbolt Hand asked.

"This is naturally impossible." The jade-faced flying dragon shook his head:

"But maybe it could be the descendants of the leader of the Sword Dao, or his disciples?"

Everyone was slightly stunned.

This swordsman was very murderous and did not hesitate to kill the villagers who were on fire.

If this person is really the descendant of the sword master whose life was killed by an alien, it would make sense.

As he spoke, the jade-faced flying dragon glanced at Xingxuan Envoy from the corner of his eye, but Xingxuan Envoy's entire body was shrouded in a robe and mask, and no emotion was revealed at all.

At this time, this group of villagers who were carrying fire had already been killed.

Some of the remaining people were already burned to death by the Lihuo before they could pounce on Qiao Mu and the others, and they let out piercing screams before they died.

Further away, there were villagers holding pitchforks who were frightened and fled away.

The swordsman Lao Hu did not chase, but stood there holding the knife and panting.

"As you get older, it's normal for your energy and blood to decline." He sighed:

"You don't have to make wild guesses. I am indeed no longer among the top three in Tingchao Tower."

He had an extraordinary ear, and even during the fierce battle, he heard the discussion of the Jade-faced Feilong and others behind him.

"I have used up a lot of internal energy. I will have to trouble you more when I meet the saint Wu Qingxin next."

"...That's natural."

"Lao Hu, you just need to rest for now." Others naturally nodded in agreement.

Xing Xuan Envoy did not take action from beginning to end. He just ordered Qiao Mu and others to fight. Now he continues to wave his hands and command:

"Since there are so many mountain villagers here, we must have reached the Saintess Village."

"Follow them!"

Everyone used Qing Kung and ran wildly for a while, and sure enough, not long after, the front suddenly opened up, and a village in the mountains appeared.

This village is not too big, but at this moment, every door and window of every house is closed, no one makes the slightest sound, it is as quiet as a ghost village.

But everyone is a warrior with keen senses, so they can naturally detect that there are many villagers hiding in these houses.

Qiao Mu took the lead and kicked open a closed wooden door. Inside the door were a middle-aged farmer, his wife and daughter, holding pitchforks and looking frightened.

Qiao Mu had seen the farmer holding the pitchfork just now. He had just seen this man behind the burning crowd. He was later killed by Lao Hu and was so frightened that he ran away.

"Tell me, where is your saint Wu Qingxin?" Qiao Mu shouted.

However, although these villagers looked frightened, they remained silent and could not give any useful information.

"Your people have been burned to death, and you are still protecting your saint?"

The farmer's face became even paler after hearing this, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He had witnessed the villagers being burned to death by Li Huo before, which obviously gave him great mental pressure.

"The Saint is the Supreme Immortal of the Xuantian Sect, how can she be wrong?"

"It was because they were not sincere just now that they could not withstand the burning of the holy fire... They died because of their own sins!" the farmer murmured to himself.

Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes, slowly unsheathed the sword in his hand, and looked at the ten-year-old girl behind the farmer with cold eyes.

"I..." The little girl opened her big eyes, her dark pupils trembling violently, and said hesitantly:

"I do not know..."

At this time, the swordsman Lao Hu sighed at the door:

"You can't get the result from asking like this."

"In the forty years since the Alien War, the trend of seeking immortality and worshiping gods has spread throughout the imperial court."

"Immortals are otherworldly, attain immortality, and are extremely powerful, so they have become the yearning of the world, a beacon in the world, and an idol in the altar."

"Foolish people only know how to blindly worship gods. Even if the immortal in their eyes is wrong, they will lie to themselves and make up a suitable reason."

"They put this collar on themselves."

"Asking by mouth will lead to no results."

After saying that, Lao Hu took a step forward and crossed the tree. Before he could react, the sword in his hand flashed past.

puff...

The farmer was covered in blood, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Have you heard of Ling Chi?" The bearded swordsman said calmly:

"It is said that the most skilled executioner can cut people into pieces without dying, taste the pain bit by bit, and bleed out the last drop of blood. This is a much longer and more painful death than those who were burned to death."

"Guess, how many knives can you take? How many knives can your wife and daughter take?"

The farmer's body was shaking like chaff, and his face was as pale as earth and he pointed in one direction.

....

This Saint Girl Village was originally called Guojia Village, and it was just an ordinary small mountain village in the mountains.

Since Wu Qingxin built a temple here, it has been known as the "Saint Village".

In the northeast corner of the village, there is a lonely temple, where mountain residents kowtow and worship three times every day.

Although the population of the village is not prosperous, there is still a constant flow of incense.

Stronger immortal cultivators looked down upon this bit of incense, but to Wu Qingxin, who was not qualified to climb the Xuantian Temple in Heyang Fucheng, they regarded it as a treasure.

now.

In that temple, amid the scent of incense, there was a woman in white sitting cross-legged and meditating.

Her figure and temperament are vaguely similar to the statue behind her.

At this moment, Saint Wu Qingxin was sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the temple, closing her eyes and regulating her breath.

But the sounds of hurried footsteps and shouts of death and fighting could be heard in my ears, gradually becoming more clearly audible from far to near.

"Can't it delay for a long time?"

She sighed slightly and stood up.

This saint's village was the foundation that she secretly ordered her military slaves to secretly build. If it weren't for the purpose of delaying time and allowing her to enter the foundation building period, she would not have been willing to sit back and watch these devout believers commit suicide.

"If I hadn't been feeling uneasy for no reason and been unable to enter samadhi, how could this be the case?"

"We can only... kill them all first and then talk about it."

She stood up, held a long sword beside her, her expression turned cold, and she said lightly:

"Except for the Xingxuan envoy who hides his head and hides his tail, there are six people in total."

In front of her, Qiao Mu and others had arrived.

When the two groups met, they charged directly into each other without any nonsense.

Except for the swordsman Lao Hu, who was holding a knife and adjusting his breath to regain his strength, the other five people rushed forward and surrounded the saint Wu Qingxin.

Wu Qingxin had achieved the fourth rank twenty or thirty years ago. Even if she turned to immortality, her martial arts cultivation was still extraordinary.

The long sword in his hand was swung flawlessly, and he actually had superb swordsmanship. He was surrounded by five people and didn't mess up at all.

"Rang Niu Divine Power Technique!" The strong man held a giant ax in his thunderous hand, and the muscles in his arms bulged. The already exaggerated and ferocious muscles actually swelled a lot.

"Let go!"

There was just a clang, and although Wu Qingxin raised her sword to block the axe, the sudden increase in power made her unable to stop it, and the long sword in her hand immediately flew out.

Everyone was about to attack, but they saw the long sword flying out spinning in the air, passing through the throat of the strong man's Thunderbolt Hand like lightning, and then returned to her hand again.

"five."

Wu Qingxin made a magic spell, and with a sway, a total of five Wu Qingxins who were exactly the same were separated, each holding a sword to face one person.

"Does this immortal cultivator still have a way to clone himself?"

When everyone was shocked for a moment, the five Wu Qing's hearts were not in harmony, and their whole bodies were filled with red fire. They abandoned their swords and stopped defending, and only opened their arms to embrace the people in front of them.

Caught off guard, several more people were hit on the spot by the saintly girl whose body was covered in flames.

The burning body of Wu Qingxin quickly deformed, twisted and turned black in the fire. Only then did everyone see that these were actually several lifelike paper figures.

In an instant, everyone, including Lao Hu who was rushing behind, was enveloped in this sea of ​​fire.

For a moment, only the Wu Ji Hui Xing Xuan Envoy who had not finished the battle was left on the field, and his body was still intact.

But at this time, even he felt a little uneasy.

The bone-corroding fire-living talisman is almost indestructible to warriors. Once it gets on it, even a third-level god-refining warrior cannot get rid of it and can only survive by cutting off his arm.

If the arm is stained, the arm will be broken, and if the leg is stained, the leg will have to be chopped off. But if both hands and feet are touched by the flames, how can there be any way to survive?

Cut off his hands and feet? In that case, he would naturally become a bull and sheep waiting to be slaughtered in front of Wu Qingxin.

Although the swordsman Lao Hu has exquisite knife skills, there are still things he can't do no matter how advanced his skills are. Just now he was able to cut out flesh to survive, but now he has to cut out all his flesh and blood?

"Zero." Wu Qingxin's body floated, and he reappeared in the air with a flying sword on his feet, looking down at the five or six people trapped in the fire below.

"The overall situation has been decided."

Ordinary warriors can only know kung fu with fists, feet, weapons, etc. How can they be compared with the ever-changing magic of immortals?