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

Chapter 378

What era is it, and you are still practicing traditional martial arts?

When this was said, everyone was choked for a moment, unable to think of a rebuttal.

Seeing that everyone was speechless, Xue Changhe continued in a cold voice:

"Life is only sixty years long. Even if you are a master of internal skills, how many people can live to be a hundred years old?"

"Even if you start practicing martial arts from the womb, how many years of skills can you practice until old age?"

"You practice diligently, practicing in the hottest days of summer and the coldest days of winter, and others are lazy?"

"For any top martial artist, it is far from enough to rely on hard work and hard practice!"

The top martial artists in this world must have something extraordinary if they want to be superior to their peers in martial arts.

The inner strength of Xue Changhe was passed down from his ancestors. The demon spear Qingli was the blood of the ancient Jingwei bird. The martial saint Taotie swallowed the sky to complete himself. Yan Taizu was the only immortal in the world. In addition to 300 years of accumulation, he also had the body of a medicine spirit. Jian Zexian had the best talent. He was already a super-class in his prime, reaching the peak of martial arts and sweeping invincible.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the top strong men are all cheaters, and they all have unique advantages that far exceed ordinary people.

So Xue Changhe doesn't really care about the eyes of these mediocre people.

What he cares about is actually the Qiao family and the martial saint who are also top figures in martial arts...

The inner strength of the Xue family is passed down from generation to generation, relying on the family's secret blood river initiation method. This method is demanding and difficult to copy, so there is only one Xue family in the martial arts world.

But in recent decades, another martial saint has appeared.

The Xue family passed down the inner strength of their ancestors.

The Martial Saint, on the other hand, forcibly absorbed the Qi, blood, and energy of others, and even used it to refine his spirit, reaching a level of spiritual refinement that no one could match.

Although these two paths are different, they also have the same purpose. However, the Xue family members are dwarfed by this...

Not to mention the Qiao family members.

Just now, he, the current head of the Xue family, was mistaken for a Qiao family member...

"In order to fight against the curse of the Changsheng Gate, the Xue family has been studying ways to break it, and has not been deeply involved in the world."

"If there were no Tingchao Tower, I'm afraid that the world would not know the name of my Xue family."

Sooner or later, he will compete with the Qiao family and the Martial Saint. "

Such a thought flashed through Xue Changhe's mind, and he performed Qinggong and jumped up, chasing the stone sword in front of him.

The vigorous Qi and energy penetrated his body, and his figure flashed a fleeting blood light in the air.

"Blood Shadow Body Movement, is it the head of the Xue family, Xue Changhe? "

"The former number one on the Power Ranking is also going to compete for the magic sword that appeared in this sword tomb? "

Many martial artists in the martial arts world were all afraid of him.

Whether the head of the Blood Family was strong or not had little to do with his age.

Each generation of the head of the Blood Family who inherited the internal strength of their ancestors was a rare super-class martial artist with internal strength in the world, and was even the number one on the strength list.

Therefore, when the Blood River revealed his identity and flew up, almost no one could stop him, and no one dared to stop him.

Wherever he flew, the martial artists scattered like birds and beasts, and no one dared to confront him.

The corpse of the "Flying Blood Sword" was still there, and the Blood River had proved its strength. Who dared to stop it?

However, the sword they were chasing was not a spiritual sword, but a living person trapped on the sword.

Naturally, the reaction of the crowd was seen by Jian Zexian.

"The head of the Blood Family is so majestic..." He just sneered:

"I don't know if the chicken feathers have grown, and you still dare to chase me, your grandfather? "

Jian Zexian was the leader of the martial arts world forty years ago. In that era, there were only about ten super-class martial artists, and the circle was very small. He naturally knew about the Xue family, which firmly held the first place on the strength list.

These martial artists with limited knowledge thought that Xue Changhe was the first and second generation ancestor of the martial arts world, and relied on the influence of his ancestors to achieve super-class internal strength... But Jian Zexian would not think so.

The head of the Xue family of this generation is very young, only twenty years old, which is scary in itself.

After all, even if it is a power initiation, there are requirements.

The Xue family is not crazy. It is impossible for an ordinary twenty-year-old boy to take on the responsibility of the Xue family. Industry.

The human Dantian is like a water tank, but the internal energy passed down from generation to generation by the Xue family is like a vast river.

Which water tank can hold the vast amount of internal energy accumulated by the ancestors of the Xue family?

And Xue Changhe, who is only 20 years old, can become the head of the Xue family. He must be extraordinary.

"This young boy, his body movement is quite fast..." The stone sword transformed by Jian Zexian flashed repeatedly in the air, but it was getting closer and closer to Xue Changhe behind him.

When Jian Zexian's physical body was still there, internal energy was not his strong point, and it was even worse after 30 years of being in a slump...

Now he doesn't even have a physical body. After flying for a while, he felt exhausted and shouted:

"Wait!"

"As the saying goes: good birds choose trees to live in, and good ministers choose masters to serve."

"Since it is a divine sword, it should naturally choose its own master. Do you agree or not?"

"Only rare sword geniuses in the world are worthy of being my master. "

These words made many martial artists in Jianghu stunned.

Most people did not connect this stone sword with the exiled sword immortal who died in the desert of Zhongzhou, and Xue Changhe was the same.

They thought it was a magical sword, but now they heard that it was really like a living person, which really surprised them.

"That makes sense." Xue Changhe slowed down.

This kind of magic sword was also the first time he saw it.

This magic sword just said that good birds choose trees to live in, and good ministers choose masters to serve... Then there is no second warrior stronger than him in Baichuan City.

Let alone Baichuan City.

Even in the entire Southeast State, and even in the land of Kyushu, there are only a few superb warriors who can rival the head of the Blood Family.

So if this divine sword really has a clear consciousness, he will naturally be chosen as the owner of this divine sword, which will be a good talk...

Unexpectedly, as soon as the stone sword finished speaking, the sword suddenly accelerated, rushed towards the crowd chasing from the side, and fell into the hands of an old man in gray.

"Huh? Are you kidding me?" Xue Changhe frowned.

This old man in gray clothes is over sixty years old. He is obviously not a young talent. More importantly... this old man carries a long knife on his back and is obviously a swordsman.

The old man in gray clothes immediately showed a look of astonishment. Despite his age, this was the first time that a treasure had slipped into his hand on its own.

Just holding the stone sword in his hand, some thoughts in his heart began to come alive, and desires began to arise uncontrollably.

"I have never heard of a divine sword that can speak human words. I have never heard of it in my life. It's just like a fairy trick..."

"This great opportunity has fallen into my hands, why don't you give it a try?"

Although Xue Changhe was strong, the old man in gray did not dare to compete with him.

But this divine sword is already in his hands, and a great opportunity is in his hands. Should he still offer it with both hands?

And maybe...

The old man in gray clothes took out the long sword from his back and held it in his hand:

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"Perhaps I have taken the wrong path, or maybe I am really a swordsman prodigy. This divine sword can choose me from the vast crowd. It is obviously not a random choice."

The old man in gray clothes held a long knife in his hand, with a strong fighting spirit in his heart.

This time, he wants to fight!

The old man in gray clothes stood up with his sword drawn. His blood was boiling in his old age, and his whole body was on fire for the first time in a long time. This time he wanted to fight!

"Fight! Fight! Fight! The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road!"

The light of the sword pierced the air, and he slashed towards the river of blood rushing towards him with his sword. His eyes widened in anger and he stabbed the sword with all his strength.

Just the next moment.

The stone sword in his hand flew up again and shuttled among the crowd.

"You...this?" The old man in gray clothes was completely knocked away by the vast energy of the Blood River and hit the wall more than ten meters away.

He didn't hold on to the wall, but looked at the stone sword in astonishment, feeling a bruise in his heart...

"It seems that you are not brave enough..." Jian Banxian left such a light sentence and continued to shuttle among the crowd.

Wherever there are more people and whichever martial artist is more skilled in martial arts, he will fly in that direction.

"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight." A deep voice came from the stone sword:

"If you want to wield the divine sword, you must first have the corresponding weapons."

"Young man, do you want to become a sword wielder and learn peerless sword skills?"

"With one and a half moves to block the river of blood, I will admit that you have a good measure."

The stone sword shuttled flexibly among the crowd, and the sound spread around.

Among the many warriors, some also saw the intention of the sword to banish the immortal.

Some people retreated like snakes and scorpions, while others were ambitious and tried to borrow the sword.

In a flurry of excitement, he managed to hold back Xue Changhe, the powerful head of the Xue family.

"This stone sword is really a good sword." Xue Changhe was almost angry.

In addition to winning the Sword Tomb Divine Sword, he also wanted to become famous.

Although he could ignore these warriors who were blocking his path and just rely on his strength to run over them, such a bad reputation was not his original intention.

suddenly.

The stone sword that was moving among the crowd vibrated, and his speed suddenly increased, flying towards the hand of a woman in red at the back of the crowd.

This woman in red is very beautiful. She stands out among the crowd of warriors. Anyone who sees this large crowd of Wuyang Wuyang will first fall on her.

"Girl, I can see that you are very capable." A serious voice came from the stone sword:

"Come, take hold of my grip and let me be your sword."

"Ah?" The woman in red looked confused, as if she hadn't fully reacted yet:

"Didn't you just say that you have to hold it first before you can judge whether you have the strength to hold the divine sword?"

"No need to try." Shi Jian's voice became low and serious:

"Only those mediocre people with insufficient talent need to try, but you don't."

"Every man in this world is a sword, but even the sharpest sword needs a scabbard, just like the wind needs sand." The Sword Exorcist said earthy love words:

"So, are you willing to be my scabbard?"

"Tighten my grip if you will."

The woman in red looked hesitant and shy at first, but after saying these words about banishing the sword to the immortal, she suddenly smiled.

She stretched out her hand and held the stone sword suspended in the air in front of her.

The sword-banished immortal was originally planning to say something risqué, but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, his tone became urgent.

"No, be gentle, it's about to break... What the hell are you?"

Before he finished speaking, the faint brilliance on the stone sword had gradually faded, as if it had become an ordinary stone.

The woman in red lowered her head and glanced at the stone sword in her hand, and said lightly:

"You're right."

"Although it is a glib thing, it is indeed an immortal sword."

"No one in this world is worthy of such a magic sword. It is better to bury it in a sword tomb."

"Even if the peerless magic sword is covered in dust, it is better than being held by an incompetent person."

The woman in red held the stone sword in her hand, but her figure was like a ghost, moving through the crowd and flashing repeatedly. In the blink of an eye, she could no longer be seen.

Xue Changhe jumped up and jumped onto the roof of a nearby restaurant. Looking from a high place, he could not see the figure of the woman in red.

"It seems that this martial arts world is more exciting than the elders said."

Xue Changhe frowned slightly.

With his vast internal strength at the top of the strength list, he thought he could sweep the world and break the blood family's generational curse this time. Forge his martial arts legend.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out of the mountain, he first met a stone sword that did not play by the routine, and then met a woman in red whose background was unclear.

"Buried in the sword tomb... Is he the gravekeeper of the sword tomb?" This thought flashed through Xue Changhe's mind.

Although he did not have much experience in the martial arts world, he also had family elders.

The Xue family is a special martial arts family with a small population and a short life span, but it can be said that it is one of the only two families that escaped the poisonous hands of the martial saint and was not wiped out by the martial saint, just like the royal family of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Although the population is not large, the heads of the Xue family in all generations are all super-strong martial artists with high internal strength. Naturally, they know some martial arts secrets.

For example, the gravekeeper of the sword tomb.

The so-called sword tomb is the tomb of famous swords.

For hundreds of years, most of the famous swords sent by the Sword Forging Villa will be returned to the sword tomb for sealing.

If the first owner of the Sword Forging Villa is the world-famous number one swordsmith,

Then the first keeper of the Sword Tomb was the Sword Demon who killed the owner of the manor...

As for the Sword Demon's personal origins, and the grievances between the Sword Demon and the owner of the Sword Forging Villa, they were hundreds of years ago and have been lost in history.

Although the Xue family members do not live long, they are particularly cherishing their lives, and their internal strength and knowledge are passed down continuously. Therefore, Xue Changhe knows more about the things at that time than contemporary martial artists...

Xue Changhe did not explain much. He flew up and used Qinggong to leave first.

Although the Sword Tomb is the tomb of famous swords, it can be regarded as the inheritance of the former Sword Forging Villa. Over the past hundreds of years, there are still people who can get the magic sword from the Sword Tomb and leave.

Now, he tried to be a sword seeker.

...............................

Half an hour later.

A black-sailed boat sailed into Baichuan City along the river.

The boatman at the bow was a young man with white hair and red lips and white teeth. He didn't row hard, but just paddled lightly, and the black-sailed boat under his feet moved forward quickly.

Behind him, a beautiful woman was sitting on the boat, holding a big round-faced fat cat in her arms, and teasing a little Jingwei next to her with her fingers.

"I have come here from Nanzhou through mountains and rivers, but it seems that I am still a little late." Qiao Mu looked at the mess of fighting traces in the city and thought about it.

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