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

Qiao Mu and the others could clearly see that the bones of Wu Shengren's palm were clicking and making soft noises, expanding from the size of an ordinary person to larger than Wu Qingxin's face.

"What kind of immortality have you cultivated over the years?"

He stretched out his thumb and index finger, pinched Wu Qingxin's cheek with both fingers, and lifted her up.

"Disobedient and incompetent children will be killed."

"Then finally, let me ask you..." Wu Shengren put away his original careless expression and asked:

"What is Wu?"

Saint Wu's voice echoed in the mountains and forests, drifting far away in the cold mountain wind.

Wu Qingxin's body began to tremble unconsciously, as if she was back to the timid little girl she was when she was a child.

She couldn't help but replied: "Martial arts emphasizes the physical body. The so-called martial arts is the process of refining and transforming qi, transforming the essence into internal energy in the body, and then continuously growing the physical body. When the physical body grows to the point where the five senses are sharp and the internal energy fills the Dantian, then You can embark on the path of refining the gods..."

"What is Wu?" Wu Shengren asked again without any fluctuation in his expression.

She said cautiously: "The so-called martial arts means struggle..."

"What is Wu?" Wu Shengren asked again.

She said tremblingly: "The so-called martial arts is to stop fighting. Before picking up a weapon, you must first put down the weapon. Wu is a kind of spirit. The brave is fearless and the benevolent is invincible. It is not limited to being brave and ruthless."

Wu Shengren looked at him quietly, his face still expressionless.

"Fuck you, why did you learn to beat around the bush when you were asked to cultivate as an immortal?" Wu Shengren had a look of impatience on his face:

"The so-called martial arts are fists." He made a fist as big as a casserole and said sternly:

"If the fist is big and hard enough, it is martial arts."

"The skill that can defeat the enemy and kill the enemy is martial arts."

"It is a sin to be weak, and you will be beaten if you fall behind. We warriors should strengthen ourselves, constantly strengthen ourselves, and make our fists bigger and stronger."

He clenched his fists. Under the moonlight, his fists were slowly growing in size. The blood vessels on his arms were as hideous as earthworms, and they were even slowly squirming.

"Then, let me ask you again, what is Wuji?" he asked.

This time Wu Qingxin did not answer immediately, but thought carefully before replying:

"The purpose of Wujihui is to break the old martial arts sectarianism, collect the top secrets of martial arts in the world, and push martial arts to a higher level to fight against immortals... no, against strangers."

Seeing that Wu Shengren showed some impatience again, she quickly continued:

"Wuji is the ultimate in martial arts."

"The Immortal Dao emphasizes the soul, while the Martial Dao emphasizes the physical body. The two should only be distinguished by direction, not strength. The ultimate in Martial Arts is to defeat immortals with force."

"If you don't train your fists to be as big and hard as possible, bigger and harder than a foreigner, then you are the ultimate martial artist!"

Just like if he didn't know how to answer multiple-choice questions, so he checked all the answers, Wu Qingxin was in confusion, and all the answers he could think of and unexpectedly came out of his mouth.

But Wu Shengren still just shook his head slightly.

"If we, martial artists, only train our fists to be as big and strong as possible and then act violently and use the strong to bully the weak, how are we any different from strangers?"

"Strengthen the enemy with force, stop the enemy with force!" Wu Shengren shouted.

This answer was the same as the one that Wu Qingxin had denied before. She wanted to argue, but she didn't dare.

"Then the so-called Wu Ji..." Wu Shengren looked up at the moon, bathed in the faint moonlight.

The ferocious, exaggerated but not obtrusive muscles have the beauty of a marble sculpture under the moonlight.

"The ultimate in martial arts is to use extreme force to kill all the strangers in the world and create peace for all ages!"

"This is the way of the warrior!"

Finished.

Wu Qingxin's pupils between his two fingers expanded slightly.

The face that looked like a twenty-year-old woman began to shrink rapidly, wrinkled, and lost its vitality like a withered yellow leaf.

Then his head drooped, and he died completely.

Chapter 93 Challenge the strongest martial artist (4k

The martial saint was bathed in the moonlight, and his angular muscles were like steel.

Wu Qingxin's body between his fingers withered, completely lost its vitality, and finally slipped from his fingers, like leaves falling in the wind.

Jade-faced Feilong and others looked up at the man's sculptural back, trembling just like Wu Qingxin before.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

The Jade-Faced Flying Dragon was chatting eloquently before, and he had many regrets and emotions when talking about the lost martial arts world forty or fifty years ago.

But now, they met the man who single-handedly ended the old martial arts order.

Martial Saint.

A person who became a saint through martial arts and claimed to be the second martial artist in the world, but he was already the leader of martial arts in the world.

His existence itself is a bloody monument in the history of martial arts.

Since him, martial arts has become different from ancient times to modern times.

At this moment, they were facing the Martial Saint standing in front of them, but their instincts were frantically warning him, like a lamb meeting a tiger, and there was no thought of being an enemy in their hearts.

There is no martial arts practitioner in the world who is not afraid of martial arts saints.

This is the consensus among warriors. It is the price of decades of blood that martial saints have taught warriors.

On the one hand, there are a large number of warriors who respect and admire this martial arts cauldron bearer, and even hope that this legendary martial saint will one day defeat the immortals with martial arts and bring down those immortals who are high in the clouds.

But on the other hand, they have deep fears from within.

This martial saint is not a good person.

He broke the old martial arts order, destroyed countless famous martial arts families, and snatched martial arts secrets. He did not rely on persuasion with charming personality, nor did he rely on a point-and-click competition.

But by killing.

Qiao Mu also took a deep breath.

The five senses of a warrior are keen, and he has also practiced Wu Shengren's "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros". At this moment, his body's intuition is as crazy as the jade-faced flying dragon.

When people are extremely fearful and depressed, they will feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, their heartbeat will accelerate, and their legs will feel as if they are filled with lead and it will be difficult to walk.

And he was trying hard to overcome this body's instinctive fear.

"Is the change in his face the "Fish and Flesh Changes"? Using a powerful 'god' to control the changes in flesh and blood, he can change his face..."

Qiao Mu also practiced this secret technique created by the martial arts saint, so he quickly made a guess.

But I still feel a huge sense of unreality in my heart.

It was hard for him to believe that the swordsman who studied Fangzhongshu in his spare time could be the same person as the world-famous martial arts saint in front of him.

"So, the old swordsman Lao Hu was just you in disguise? Martial Saint." Qiao Mu asked in a deep voice:

"You were talking nonsense about Chaolou's ranking list before? Is that why your surname is Hu?"

As soon as this voice came out.

Before Wu Shengren could react, the faces of the Jade-Faced Feilong and others behind him turned pale.

Why did you say you provoked him? Why ask him?

These few of them did not dare to speak out at all, trying their best to reduce their presence for fear of attracting the attention of Wu Shengren.

What about this Qiao Zhong? Are you still talking to me at this time? Has he never heard of the illustrious reputation of the Martial Saint?

If Qiao Zhong hadn't been the first one to stand up from the sea of ​​fire and become Wu Qingxin's enemy, and he could be regarded as the one who fought side by side with them, they would all have wanted to go up and strangle him to death.

Wu Shengren slowly turned around under the moonlight.

"It's not really a lie." He stared at Qiao Mu, and you could see that he was slightly surprised.

“My name is indeed not on Tingchaolou’s list.”

"After all, what qualifications does Tingchao Tower have to take the name of my martial saint?"

After speaking, he stared at Qiao Mu with interest.

Decades ago, as Wu Qingxin said before, he established the Martial Arts Society and recruited martial arts geniuses from all over the Kyushu.

The martial saint was extremely murderous and would kill everyone in his family at every turn, but he only spared the gifted geniuses and accepted them as disciples and even adopted sons and daughters.

"Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Technique" is a mysterious method that can also be practiced by low-level warriors. The first priority is the mind.

Xinxing is also the basic requirement for the third-level god-refining method.

And with Qiao Mu's current sixty-year-old body, he naturally has nothing to do with any martial arts genius.

What makes the martial saint take a second look is not the martial arts aptitude, but the heart and will.

"Have you overcome your psychological fear in such a short period of time?" Wu Shengren murmured:

"Based on this alone, your xinxing is already stronger than a pure heart."

"And you're not young anymore, you must be in your sixties, right?"

"If you dare to act like this at such an age, it's worth my extra words."

As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

Young people are stubborn, and it is not uncommon for Wu Shengren to see people who dare to confront a martial arts giant like Wu Shengren in the past many years.

But if a person is older and knows better, he will often know the gains and losses of advancing and retreating, and act with foresight and hesitation, and think twice before acting.

Therefore, Qiao Zhong, a sixty-year-old man who still acted like this in front of him, did make him take a second look.

Jade-faced Feilong and others also looked at Qiao Mu in surprise, but Qiao Mu himself remained calm.

In fact, he was not as good as Wu Shengren praised him.

It was just his desire to die that defeated his instinct to survive.

"The old Hu you are talking about died decades ago. I killed him."

Speaking of this, Wu Shengren glanced at the jade-faced flying dragon next to him with a faint smile:

"Didn't you have a very lively chat about Lao Hu before? You haven't reacted yet?"

These words made the jade-faced flying dragon wake up from a dream, and then an incredible guess came into his mind.

He had previously speculated that the bearded swordsman Lao Hu might be a descendant or descendant of the leader of the swordsmanship decades ago.

But according to what Wu Shengren means now, could the face of the swordsman be that of the swordsman leader from decades ago?

Thinking of Wu Shengren's behavior, I am afraid that the tenth person in the world did not die in the hands of the immortal cultivators, but suffered the poisonous hands of this Wu Shengren!

"So, what you said is generally true? What Wu Qingxin said is also true?" Qiao Mu only smiled lightly.

He has heard many truths.

But the truth is all based on what you say, and what you do is another matter entirely.

Born to be immortal, Qiao Mu didn't have much awe in the face of Emperor Dayan, the Martial Saint and the Immortal.

Moreover, he still remembers the goal he set at the beginning.

The reason why he wanted to assassinate the emperor was actually to use the hands of the Great Yan court to kill the martial saint.

And the reason why he wanted to kill the martial saint... was Qiao Canxue's blood feud.

Qiao Canxue is Qiao Mu's guide in the martial arts, although the two have parted ways, and she has made it clear that she will take revenge on the martial arts saint herself, rather than letting Qiao Mu do it for him.

That was Qiao Canxue's choice.

But Qiao Mu also has his own choices.

At this moment, he took a deep breath and tried to take steps as heavy as lead, towards the man as tall and majestic as a hill.

"The principle you and Wu Qingxin shared just now was very beautiful. We must use extreme force to establish eternal peace."

"But what you did was to kill all the major families in the world and use your three thousand disciples as nourishment to achieve your own martial arts."

"I only heard that the immortal cultivators were overwhelming the Great Yan court. After the defeat of the martial saints, they did not raise their butcher's knife to the immortals. Instead, they raised their butcher's knife to the weaker folk martial arts."

“The strong wield their swords against the stronger, and the weak wield their swords against the weaker.”