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

There was a squeaking sound.

Wu Qizheng pushed open the door of Mingyue Sect's main building.

The hall of the main building is spacious but a bit dark, and the smell of blood is a bit stronger, coming from the front.

An old man with frost-white temples was facing away from them. At his feet was a pile of corpses... These corpses were no ordinary corpses. Each of them was as skinny as a mummy, and their death state was horrific.

"Coming?" an old voice said.

Plop.

The old man dropped another corpse that had been sucked dry in his hand, slowly turned around and looked at the person.

"Mo Mingzhi, why are you crazy?" Xingxuan turned his gaze around the corpse on the ground, his eyes clearly showing shock.

The corpses on the ground were all wearing the uniforms of Mingyue Sect disciples.

Especially the dozen or so corpses among them were wearing cyan disciple uniforms with the golden moon symbol on them. They were clearly the core disciples of the Mingyue Sect, the "Thirteen Swords of the Mingyue".

"You used the "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros Technique" to drain the blood and skills of your own disciples? Even the disciple you have trained for half your life, the Thirteen Swords of the Moon?"

Seeing these corpses on the ground, Xingxuan envoy concluded that there must be a serious problem with the old man's sanity.

I just don’t know if this matter is caused by the Immortal Sect, or if there are other twists and turns.

"You're a little late, but not too late."

Mo Mingzhi's face was quite kind. He didn't look like the master of a small sect, but rather an old Confucian scholar with a somewhat bookish air.

Just the next moment.

The wind suddenly picked up, and the old man's figure flew past like a big eagle, his hands flying towards the tree behind Wu Qizheng...

arbor:?

Standing next to me are the disciples of the Martial Saint and the Xingxuan Envoy, but you picked me to fight? Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon?

Although Qiao Mu is old and doesn't like fighting, he certainly can't be cowardly if he comes here to fight, and the opponent is just a sixth-grade...

boom!

The two palms touched each other, and an internal force much more powerful than Qiao Mu came, forcefully knocking Qiao Mu back seven or eight steps, and the wooden boards under his feet were cracked.

"What the hell is this sixth grade?"

Qiao Mu stood still at his feet and glared at the Xingxuan envoy beside him.

As expected of someone with "Xuan" in his name, how has this Xing Xuan envoy's information been accurate? Dare to love is all metaphysics.

"The previous Mo Mingzhi was at the sixth level." Xing Xuan Envoy explained:

"But it seems that Mo Mingzhi has absorbed the energy and skills of many disciples under his sect. He may be stronger now than he was at the peak of his prime, and he has re-entered the fourth level."

Before Xingxuan Envoy could tell, Mo Mingzhi had already swooped up again.

"Why are you resisting?" The old man's cloudy old eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"I'm stronger than you, and you'll die if you resist me. So why don't you just let me go and let me absorb my skills, and keep some dignity between us."

"What nonsense? Are you better than me?" Qiao Mu immediately became happy after hearing this.

Seeing Mo Mingzhi pounce out again, his thoughts suddenly moved, and the energy and blood in his body surged rapidly:

"The Demonic Solution-----"

No, I can’t die yet, I’ll disintegrate next time.

Qiao Mu suddenly remembered this incident and hurriedly changed his moves and dodged sideways. However, he was caught by the wind of Mo Mingzhi's palm. He staggered and felt a slight sweetness in his throat.

Fortunately, he practiced hard skills and could barely block it, so the injuries he received were not too serious.

"The ripples are strong, and the waves are strong."

Qiao Mu stepped on the shadow step, and walked around Mo Mingzhi's side as fast as a ghost. He sent out a strong force from both palms and stamped it on Mo Mingzhi's waist.

Just as he was about to unleash his second inner energy, he saw that Mo Mingzhi ignored the injury on his waist and slapped Qiao Mu on the head.

His originally withered arms swelled up, muscles bulging out, and he slapped his hand with a whistling sound, pointing directly at Qiao Mu's head.

You hit yours and I hit mine?

This style of play seems a bit familiar.

Qiao Mu forcibly restrained his strength, the inner energy under his feet exploded, and he barely turned sideways to avoid Mo Mingzhi's palm.

Trading injury for injury is not cost-effective for Qiao Mu.

Because Mo Mingzhi has attracted many disciples, his inner strength is estimated to be 60% or even 50% stronger than Qiao Mu.

In terms of confrontation, although Qiao Mu has practiced hard skills, it is obviously difficult to withstand the attack of an enemy who is stronger than himself.

Therefore, in this battle, Qiao Mu relied more on the hidden shadow step that he had already practiced to a small degree, constantly moving around, trying his best to avoid Mo Mingzhi's attack.

Xingxuanshi and Wu Qizheng did not intervene in this battle.

"Qiao Zhong, if it doesn't become a seed, it becomes food." Xingxuan's eyes behind the mask were very dull:

"If you die, it means that you are only at this level and cannot be the seed of martial arts in the heart of a martial saint."

Wu Qizheng glanced at Qiao Mu a few more times, but his mind was more focused on looking around, as if to determine whether there were immortal cultivators lurking in secret.

In this battle, Qiao Mu was in danger.

No, it can't be said that the situation is full of dangers, it should be said that the fight is at a loss.

Mo Mingzhi was obviously not in his right mind. Every time he took a shot, he was attacking without defense, trading injuries for injuries.

Before the change, Qiao Mu must have liked such an easy enemy.

He wished that the whole world was filled with such warriors, so that he could commit suicide at the speed of light.

But it's different now.

Concerned about his own life and safety, he could not freely use the Demon Disintegration. Qiao Mu could not exert 70% to 80% of his strength, and fell into an obvious disadvantage.

This time, Qiao Mu finally felt the aggrieved feeling that his former enemies felt when facing him.

"What the hell is this fourth grade? He's seventy years old, how powerful is he?"

Qiao Mu dodged one after another, and his heart suddenly became confused.

Mo Mingzhi is over seventy years old, even older than him. He has entered his old age, his energy and blood have declined, and his strength has dropped to the sixth level.

But by absorbing the inner energy and qi and blood, not only did he return to the fourth level, but his whole body was obviously full of blood and qi, making him look like a muscular turtle immortal.

Every wind from his palm passed by, with the power of breaking open monuments and breaking stones.

A thought passed through Qiao Mu's mind: As long as Qi and blood are strong enough, can he still regain his glory even as he ages?

Although a warrior's Qi and blood will decline with age, this decline is obviously relative.

For example, compared with Qian Qian, a money hunter in his thirties, compared with Mo Mingzhi, who is in his seventies, or even Wu Shengren, who is eighty-five, his vitality and blood are far inferior.

As long as the martial arts advances quickly enough and the energy and blood are abundant enough, what does age and aging matter?

Of course, whether Qi and blood are aging in old age is only one aspect.

What's more important is the mood in your heart.

If a warrior is not motivated and is afraid of death, even if he has strength, he will not be able to exert much of it.

"I don't want to, trouble."

Qiao Mu was no longer distracted by his random thoughts.

He glanced at Mo Mingzhi, who was attacking quickly, and the corpses of many disciples behind him that were almost sucked into their bodies, and an unknown fire lit up in his heart.

"Absorbing one's own disciples, what kind of martial arts, Holy Spirit Rhinoceros, and what kind of old and immortal evil heretics?"

Qiao Mu roared, his eyes widened, his feet slammed on the ground, and he faced Mo Mingzhi head-on.

This time, he was not waiting for an opportunity to dodge, but faced Gang head-on as he was familiar with before.

"It doesn't matter what you do, the devil will disintegrate!"

In an instant, Qiao Mu's whole body's energy and blood seemed to be boiling, and a surge of internal energy arose in his limbs, which surged several times in a short period of time.

"Ripples upon waves, waves upon waves!"

Two powerful forces, one bright and one dark, exploded one after another, bombarding Mo Mingzhi's chest.

Just one hit.

The terrifying force knocked the old man's chest into pieces, and his whole body flew backwards, hanging on the wall like a painting. Cracks appeared on the wall, and dust rustled down.

Wu Qizheng watched all this in silence, and finally took a step forward.

"Stay alive," he said.

"Is it Mr. Wu Qizheng?" After being slapped by Qiao Mu, the bloodshot eyes in Mo Mingzhi's eyes faded slightly, and he actually became more awake.

He said tremblingly: "I want to die, and I also hope to die at the hands of the Martial Saint, so that he can absorb the power and energy of the old man."

"Of course, if Master Wu Qizheng wants this skill, he can take it."

Wu Qi frowned and didn't move a step.

"You have plenty of energy and blood. Although you are seriously injured, you are not dead yet. You are not ready to give your last words, right?"

"And rather than giving such boring last words, it's better to explain what happened." Wu Qi pointed at the body that had been sucked dry on the ground next to him.

Mo Mingzhi was silent for a moment and recalled:

"Just yesterday, I accidentally bumped into Taoist Chiyang from Xuantian Sect in this Tiger City."

"Taoist Chiyang was the one escorting the emperor, so I followed him carefully... Soon afterwards, Taoist Chiyang appeared at the door of my sect."

"I thought the matter was exposed, but I didn't expect that Taoist Chiyang didn't seem to notice it. He just asked me why my 'Ming Yue Sect' was called this name."

In fact, Mingyue Sect is just a name.

It's nothing more than riding on the popularity of the Immortal Sect, giving the sect a more prestigious name, and recruiting more disciples to the sect.

And Mo Mingzhi responded in the same way at that time.

"The Chiyang Taoist was furious after hearing this. He said that for me, a mere common martial artist, to take such a sect name would damage the reputation of the Xuantian Sect. So he came to the door and killed my parents, children and true heirs of the sect with flying swords... so that Half my life’s hard work has been wasted!”

Wu Qizheng glanced at the many corpses at Mo Mingzhi's feet, and his serious expression relaxed slightly.

Mo Mingzhi suffered such a tragedy. Was it not because he was being followed and discovered, but because of the name "Ming Yue Sect" that he was killed?

There was a feeling of powerlessness in his heart.

"So, the corpse at your feet was actually killed by Taoist Chiyang of the Xuantian Sect?" he asked.

"No." Mo Mingzhi raised his head, the blood-stained robe on his body was still leaking blood, his face was as indifferent as water:

"I killed them myself."

At this time, there was a burst of dense and brisk footsteps in the attic, and dozens of people rushed out from the darkness, faintly surrounding Qiao Mu and others.

Chapter 105 The so-called martial arts leader (3k

Seeing these dozen people surrounding Qiao Mu and others, Xingxuan envoy's voice also turned cold.

"What do you mean? The Xianmen killed your family and the true disciple of the sect, so you betrayed Wujihui?"

At this moment, he no longer cared about any old friendship.

"Betrayal? I didn't betray Wu Jihui."

Mo Mingzhi gasped and straightened up, a faint sickly flush of excitement appeared on his old face, and he shouted in a deep voice:

"I am just a front-line person now. If I don't lie about the information, how can I attract Wu Shengren or Wu Shengren's disciples?"

"I am already old, and now half my life's hard work has been wasted... It would be better to give up this old body and ask the Martial Saint to kill me first, and then kill the stranger in the future!"

"We are also willing to die for killing strangers..." The other dozen warriors also looked excited.

They each held swords in their hands, and the blades were stained with blood. They surrounded Qiao Mu and the others, but had no intention of attacking.

"They are all like me. They are warriors who lost their families and lives because of strangers. They all have good character. I also taught them the "Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Technique". They are the people I have recruited over the years." Mo Mingzhi had an unconcealable sadness in his eyes. :

"In addition, now that I have returned to the fourth level, am I qualified to become the food of the Martial Saint?"

Wu Qizheng was startled for a moment, then his eyes fell on the many corpses on the ground, and he probably understood in his heart that most of these people were crazy.