Chapter 90 You guys, even if we all come together, why should I, Qiao Feng, be afraid! (11,000-word chapter)
"Huh?"
The war monk's heart tightened and he stood up.
He looked outside the window frame, energizing his inner strength and brimming with fighting spirit. He was ready to break out of the hotel and fight his way out to fight with the intruder.
Qiao Feng knew that it was because the war monk was too sensitive after days of fighting that he was so restless. He stretched out his hand to stop him and said calmly:
"The visitor is still three miles away. Brother He, please be patient and don't fall into the trap."
The war monk concentrated for a moment and noticed something was wrong. He nodded slightly with a solemn expression.
He glanced at Yue Fei out of the corner of his eye. Yue Fei understood immediately and took half a step closer to Qiao Feng.
The two traveled together for a while, and they had a good rapport. They also worked together to deal with the killers sent by Cai Jing on the road, and they had an extraordinary tacit understanding.
Therefore, there was no need for any extra communication at all. War Monk made Yue Fei understand his thoughts with just one glance.
He was ready to fight to the death to open up a way for Qiao Feng.
What Yue Fei has to do is take this opportunity to take Qiao Feng away.
For the two of them, even this life-threatening decision did not require any thinking and could be confirmed with just one look.
Qiao Feng could see the eye contact between War Monk and Yue Fei.
Qiao Feng was able to become the chief rudder of the Beggar Clan because, although he had gathered thousands of powers into one body, he was still able to care about the arrangements and think about all the disciples of the Beggar Clan.
A leader like him can naturally understand the thoughts of two people.
What's more, Qiao Feng has seen such eyes and eyes too many times along the way.
Every time, it was an extremely painful memory for him.
It was this heartbreaking and cruel pain that allowed Qiao Feng to sustain his severely injured body until now without completely collapsing.
Thinking of this, Qiao Feng groaned, and a bright golden flame rose from his chest.
Before the war monk had time to stop him, the golden light had already enveloped his whole body, and his wild and wild hair like a lion's mane also rose like flames.
Qiao Feng exhaled a breath with a strong smell of blood. His momentum, which had been gradually weakening, gradually increased, and his tired and injured body also regained its vitality.
The war monk knew that Qiao Feng was trying to increase his strength to suppress his injuries.
It's just that although this method can restore temporary combat power, it will damage the fundamentals. With Qiao Feng's current body, it may be difficult to withstand the backlash.
He immediately exclaimed:
"Gang Leader Qiao, you——"
Qiao Feng glanced at Zhan Monk. His eyes were completely different from those of the "Chief Leader of the Beggar Clan". His pupils were already a green color, with both the dignity of a heavenly dragon controlling the sun and the ferocity of a lone wolf swallowing the moon, unmatched in power.
Facing such a pair of eyes, even if he is as fearless as a war monk, as resolute and courageous as Yue Fei, he will immediately remain silent.
Qiao Feng stood up, looked out the window, and said word by word:
"Starting from outside Yanmen Pass, many people have been implicated for my matter, including the Beggar Clan Chief Helmet, Tianji, Lianyun Village, Fengyun Escort Bureau, Shenhou Mansion..."
His voice became heavier and heavier:
"Many people have already sacrificed for me, so brothers, don't worry, I won't go looking for death.
At the very least, it's not time to say goodbye yet, so I still want to live and avenge these innocent victims. ”
Qiao Feng turned his head, glanced at the two of them, smiled and comforted:
"On this journey, I have used secret words that only the deputy gang leader and I, as well as the two gang leaders, Jin Yi and Dirty Yi, know. I have left marks along the way. If the three of them see it, they will definitely lead their troops to help and join me."
After hearing these words, although they knew Qiao Feng was trying to comfort him, both Zhan Monk and Yue Fei were in high spirits.
They all know that the deputy chief gang advocate, the third father, the Jinyi Gang leader Liang Dian, and the dirty clothes gang leader Cai Kuang are all Qiao Feng's confidants, and they can go through life and death for him without any risk of betrayal.
If these three people can really come to help, their chances of breaking out of the siege will definitely increase greatly.
At this moment, another burst of laughter sounded outside the door:
"Gang Leader Qiao is really rough and subtle. Let me tell you, how did Zhang Tianji, an old beggar, catch up to me? I see, hey!"
Hearing these words, not to mention Yue Fei, Zhan Monk, and even Qiao Feng, who didn't have much hope at all, couldn't help showing joy.
The most painful part of his journey to the end of the world was not the increasing number of injuries on his body, but the worry and guilt caused by the loss of news from his old friends.
Now that he heard that Zhang San's father was not dead, but instead led a team to come to the rescue, Qiao Feng was naturally overcome with emotion.
But soon, the joy on his face faded and turned into deep worry.
Because Qiao Feng knew that Zhang San's father had already been seriously injured because of him. Even if he could defeat the Invincible Young Master, his injuries would definitely be aggravated.
Another thousand miles of running...
As Qiao Feng expected, the voice sounded again.
"Hmph, it's a pity that you have offended the Six Gates. Two seniors, Catcher God and Catcher King, have personally led the team and set up an ambush ten miles away in the east.
The legal net is wide and open, and the law of heaven is clear. This old guy who once killed officials and openly raised the flag of rebellion will no longer be able to escape justice! ”
Qiao Feng's complexion suddenly turned as cold as ice, and the flames that were originally burning suddenly condensed, like a mirror made of firelight.
Even if he knew that this was a tactic by the other party, how could he remain unmoved by Qiao Feng's temperament of attaching great importance to love and justice?
War Monk and Yue Fei both turned their heads with worried expressions on their faces.
After a pause, the voice laughed again:
"Qiao Feng, ah Qiao Feng, you are a Khitan miscellaneous man, but you are really capable of making so many Central Plains heroes sincerely join you.
If we really let you escape back to Liao Kingdom, how can we, the Song Dynasty, have peace for a day? ”
Hearing these confusing words, before the war monk said anything, Yue Fei, who had always been self-denial and almost never showed his emotions, raised his head, looked like he was furious, and shouted:
"You abuse the people, do not resist foreign enemies, and only suppress internal anger. Officials like you are not worthy of any justice or legal net.
The imperial court was in a foul atmosphere, imposing exorbitant taxes, and the people were living in dire straits. How could such a Song Dynasty be worthy of mentioning the difference between the orthodox Central Plains and the Hu and Han Dynasties? ! ”
Although Yue Fei was young, his words were generous and bold, his ambitions were fierce, and he had a certain fearlessness and courage, which made both Qiao Feng and Zhan Monk look at this little brother with admiration.
Even the person who spoke outside seemed to be shocked by his momentum, choked, and couldn't speak again for a long time.
After venting happily, Yue Fei reacted belatedly, a little embarrassed, and said embarrassedly:
"Gang Leader Qiao, Brother He, I was impulsive."
Qiao Feng and Monk Zhan looked at each other and burst into laughter. Monk Zhan sighed:
"I originally thought that because you are so young and act so calmly, you inevitably lack a bit of vitality and drive. But now it seems that I am blind and underestimated you."
Qiao Feng even nodded and said in approval:
"Little brother, if you don't sing, you will be a blockbuster."
Along the way, Yue Fei had a close relationship with War Monk, and he admired this man who was heroic, affectionate and righteous, and also highly skilled in martial arts.
Needless to say, Qiao Feng is the idol of almost 80 to 90 percent of the young people in the entire Song Dynasty.
Now that he was praised by these two people whom he respected the most in his life, even Yue Fei was overjoyed.
He laughed twice.
Although Yue Fei is a bit immature, his face is quite solemn. He often has a calm but powerful aura just by pouting his lips and frowning. Even the war monks are sometimes afraid of him.
But this smile was extremely bright and full of youthful spirit, which made Qiao and He even more emotional.
After Qiao Feng finished laughing, he regained his composure and said in a deep voice:
"Since the other party is using this trick, it must be that they are not completely sure of taking us down. We just take this opportunity to break out.
You are all rare talents in the martial arts world, and your future achievements will definitely not be inferior to mine, Qiao Feng.
If you really can't do anything and your own life is still the most important thing, whoever can escape will take revenge on the others! ”
When the word "revenge" was mentioned, Qiao Feng's tone was no longer excited.
It was as if these two words had penetrated deeply into his bone marrow. They were something he was born with, deeply rooted and unshakable.
When the two of them heard what Qiao Feng said, their blood immediately surged with enthusiasm and their fighting spirit was high.
Today is the sixth day of September, the cold dew season.
The frost is getting colder, the dew is freezing in the cold, and the wind is howling in the middle of the night, but the hearts of Zhan Monk and Yue Fei seem to be burning with fire.
The two of them looked at Qiao Feng and nodded heavily.
At this moment, hundreds of officers and soldiers were gradually surrounding the guest house. A middle-aged scribe with long robes and ancient sleeves was riding on a horse, looking at the deserted village and shop.
He was the first Lord Wen Zhangwen who was forced by Yan Hunling to drink the celebration wine in Cai Jing's house.
Although Cai Jing did not explicitly punish Wen Zhang, whoever can make a living in the Cai Mansion is not a human being. Wen Zhang is gradually alienated by everyone, and his status in the Cai Mansion is getting worse day by day.
Although Wen Zhang was ignored, he didn't take it to heart.
Because he knows that there are many people in the world who are chasing fame and wealth. When he becomes powerful, he will not be afraid of not having friends, let alone no one to curry favor with him.
——He just needs a chance.
A chance to take charge.
Soon, this opportunity appeared in front of Wen Zhang.
As long as he kills Qiao Feng, the once majestic, powerful and proud leader of the Beggar Clan, what does he want?
Therefore, Cai Jing also saw Wen Zhang's ambition and generously assigned all his masters to him, making him the commander-in-chief of the "hunting" operation.
He also promised that as long as Wen Zhang could successfully return to Beijing, he, Taishi Cai, would not begrudge him even the position of Fu Zongshu!
As for the failure, Cai Jing did not say, nor did Wen Zhang ask.
Because they all know that if they fail, Wen Zhang will have no future. What more needs to be said?
Behind Wen Zhang, the eight swordsmen with swords on their waists were the "Eight Sword Kings" who used to protect Fang Ying.
But even these eight masters of swordsmanship, who are powerful in the capital and are evaluated by the Yuan Thirteenth Edition as "the eight swordsmen join forces, there is no enemy", are still not enough to carry out the main attack task in today's war.
They didn't even dare to get close to that area, which only true masters could enter.
One of them was tall and thin, wearing a gray hermitage-colored robe, and had an old, old, heavy and heavy burden hanging on his shoulders.
His right hand was resting on the baggage on his left shoulder, and he was exuding extreme coldness.
It was a biting coldness.
A cold enough to freeze one's fighting spirit and chill one's fighting spirit.
It was this chill that made the Eight Great Sword Kings dare not approach, or even stay away.
This person claims to be the seventh in the world. Seventh is supposed to be a humble statement, but if he adds "the world" as the prefix, it will give people the most intuitive feeling.
——Although he is not a delusional person, he is still a madman.
He is the disciple of "Crazy Man" Yuan Shisan. He is proficient in several unique skills of the Zi Zi Sect, and even has a unique skill that can be combined with a certain magic weapon to explode with astonishing power.
It is precisely because of this unique skill that he has become Cai Jing's most mysterious and unpredictable killer who never fails.
But what is shocking is that such a person who is cold to the bone and cold to the soul actually looks vaguely submissive to Wen Zhang.
The other masters were not convinced by Wen Zhang, the "commander-in-chief" who was almost airborne, but seeing this situation, they became a little more wary of him.
The person who was most afraid of Wenzhang was a young man wearing a white robe and standing with his hands behind his hands, his eyebrows raised and his face full of loneliness and arrogance.
Because he once teamed up with the "No. 7 in the World" to handle a major case in Fanlongpo, and he knew very well what this "good friend" was like.
Even if his martial arts skills are as high as those of the Thirteenth Edition of the Yuan Dynasty, and his power is as great as Cai Jing and Cai Yuanchang, the "Seventh Under Heaven" will only treat him as an equal. How can he show such a respectful look?
This young man is called Bai Chou Fei.
There were two other people, although they didn't know about this entanglement, they felt the chill of No. 7 Under Heaven and his attitude towards Wen Zhang, and they felt wary.
Among them, one of them is the one-eared monk "Thousand Miles God Catcher" from the capital. In terms of ranking among the six gates, he is only ranked among "God Catcher", "King Catcher", and the number one arrester in Bazhou, "Iron Bolt". Huo Muleng stepped under the door.
Even Liu Jiyan, the "Divine Catcher" who was one of the "Three Unrivaled Catchers", was more than a step behind him in terms of martial arts and qualifications.
This person is extremely proficient in the "Four Transformations", has profound merits, and has the greatest reputation among the four people present.
The other person is completely opposite to "Thousand Miles Divine Capture". He is completely unknown. He only knows that his name is Li Yanzong, and he is a Xixia master specially transferred by Cai Jing from King Zuo Wu.
Not only was this person completely unknown, he even looked ordinary. He was dressed as a soldier and blended in among the officers and soldiers, just like a drop of water melting into the sea, completely indistinguishable from each other.
At this moment, the country store was shaken with a bang, and the second-floor exterior wall facing everyone was completely shattered.
A golden figure shot out of it, carrying thousands of debris and pieces of wood, like a comet striking the moon, dragging a long tail flame of energy and crashing into the group of officers and soldiers.
Seven or eight officers and soldiers were blocking the way in front of him. He opened his hands and with surging internal energy, he completely knocked away seven of them and advanced about ten feet.
When the officers and soldiers reacted, there were fifteen enemies in front, behind, left and right, armed with swords, guns, swords and halberds, and they were slashing at him.
Although this man was surrounded by everyone, he still showed a heroic figure.
He fluttered his palms and immediately beat fifteen people to death, and then advanced another two feet!
This majestic man, covered in blood, had brilliant golden flames gushing out of his blue eyes, and his divine light surged directly towards Wen Zhang.
Number Seven in the World, Bai Chou Fei, the One-Eared Divine Monk, and the Eight Great Sword Kings who were a little slower, immediately flew up and rushed towards him, each using their famous stunts, and rushed towards him.
The No. 7 "Qiuji Palm" in the world, Bai Choufei's "Shocking Finger", the "Four Transformations" of the one-eared monk, and the nine sword lights of the Eight Great Sword Kings all rushed out.
The only three feet of distance between Qiao Feng and Wen Zhang was suddenly filled with various internal forces, qi, and qi. The wind and clouds surged, the air flow rotated and cut, the light and shadow swayed, and everything became blurred.
In the flash of lightning, only a heroic laugh was heard, followed immediately by a majestic roar that was louder and louder than the laughter.
The roar soared upwards, resounding through the night sky, echoing repeatedly.
The sound was nobler than the roar of a tiger, more powerful than the roar of a bull, and louder than the roar of a whale. Everyone present immediately thought of a picture.
A behemoth soared into the air, carrying dripping water vapor, breaking through the clouds and smoke, straight into the sky, with a majestic head and horns, and glowing scales. It was a divine dragon!
It's like a mythical beast in myths and legends, breaking free from the shackles of old papers and truly being born into the world!
Everyone present, whether they had seen this palm technique before or not, all recognized the person's martial arts skills.
——It is the martial arts of the Beggar Clan, the Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms.
The Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms can be regarded as the ultimate masculinity in martial arts in the world, but even at the highest level in the rumored world, compared to this man's palm technique, it actually lacks a sense of grandeur and momentum.
There is only one person in the world who can use such flamboyant martial arts so smoothly and smoothly, and display such domineering palm skills so powerfully and vastly.
——The chief leader of the Beggar Clan, Qiao Feng!
——The palm technique that is stronger than the Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms is naturally Qiao Feng’s Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms!
As soon as the power of the Dragon Subduing Palm was released, the roar of the dragon shook the sky, and the golden flames surged, overwhelming all colors, and seemed to illuminate half of the sky!
Even Yue Fei in the dark was shocked.
Although he had always admired Qiao Feng, Qiao Feng had always looked weak and seriously injured since the two met.
It's like an old dragon with all its scales faded and scarred. Although it still retains its power, it can only curl up, weak and ugly in the shallows.
But at this time, Qiao Feng had swept away the fatigue and pain of the past, and his whole body seemed to be stretching his body, leaping into the boundless sky, riding the roaring wind, and flying freely!
Yue Fei even saw it all.
Although he knew that such an outburst could not last long and was not a good thing for Qiao Feng, he could not help but be impressed by his charisma. He could not help but feel excited in his heart, almost wanting to jump up and shout.
Bang!
Bai Chou flew away, clutching her chest, and her brocade clothes were in chaos.
The one-eared monk was operating the "Qi Transformation Method" of the "Four Transformations". Although he was not injured internally, he was still shocked and took five steps back.
The sword formation formed by the eight sword kings was even more defeated.
Miao Bafang, the master of the Miao family swordsman, Cai Xiaotou, the unique swordsman, and the Xiao family brothers of Xinyang, whose swordsmanship was hard and soft, were all killed on the spot by the forceful blows!
Although No. 7 in the world resisted Qiao Feng's palm, he did not use his strength like Bai Choufei and the one-eared monk did. Instead, he ignored the power of the palm surging in his body, sprayed out a mouthful of vermilion in the sky, and charged forward again to cover up the kill.
During this rush, he shook his shoulders suddenly, and the baggage dropped into his palms. This movement was even faster than flowing clouds and flowing water, and it was incredibly fast.
Even the surviving sword masters couldn't capture the specific movements of the No. 7 in the world.
They only felt that their eyes were blurred, and their vision had been filled with overwhelming and surging golden light, which could no longer accommodate any existence.
Bai Choufei and the one-eared monk noticed the sharp momentum coming from behind, and their expressions changed drastically. In a flash, they were already three feet away, and without stopping, they flashed again and were seven feet away again.
Thousands of tiny shimmering golden lights burst out from the baggage in the hands of No. 7 Under Heaven, as if the yellow, old, torn and old baggage turned into the scorching sun dominating the world in that moment.
It is the unique skills, secret skills, and killing moves of No. 7 in the world:
Thousands of suns in hand!
This is a swordsmanship that the Seventh General in the World summarized and summarized what he has learned throughout his life. It is a swordsmanship that puts the trend first, follows the general trend, and is unstoppable, so it is called "Shijian".
As long as he takes advantage of the situation, his opponent will sooner or later become a dead soul under the sword. The sword is just a form, and the situation is the main body.
But "Thousands of Suns in Hands" is not just a simple swordsmanship, it is also combined with the "Zi Zimen Heart Technique" taught by Yuan Shisanqian.
"Zi Zi Men Xin Technique" can refine people's emotions into various real and real powers. The more abundant the emotions, the more powerful the power can be exerted.
Just like the martial arts that Yuan Thirteen Limited is best at, they are the "Magical Art of Enduring Humiliation", as well as "Hateful Palm" and "Hateful Fist".
This is because he has been suppressed by Zhuge Zhengwo all his life. Because of his arrogance and arrogance, he felt extremely humiliated, so he "endured humiliation" and continued to "hate" and "hate extremely".
Later, Yuan Shisanxian passed down the "Qiuji Palm" and "Hateji Fist" to the No. 7 in the world, because he saw that this was a man with great ambitions, unwilling to be inferior to others, and had no regard for anyone with a higher position than himself. Hateful people.
Such people cannot achieve the righteous path. Instead, they can do great evil and achieve great things in the evil or demonic path. If he wants to become a great traitor, he will naturally have to step on the most upright and benevolent person in the world to ascend to power.
——Qiao Feng is undoubtedly such a person.
Number 7 in the world is now using his "power sword" to express his "extreme hatred" and "hatred" towards Qiao Feng, the real sun, and combines it with what seems like a baggage on his body, but is actually infinitely powerful. Only with the power of the divine weapon can he display this unprecedented "thousands of suns in his hands"!
Before Tian Xia No. 7 took action, he had already occupied the "general trend" in the dark. This trend did not come from his own martial arts, but from Cai Jing's power.
It was Cai Jing's power that put Qiao Feng in this situation, and it was also Cai Jing's power that allowed Number 7 in the World to still dominate the situation and overpower others even though he was obviously weaker than Qiao Feng!
He was not ashamed of it, but felt an indescribable pleasure.
The light was too dazzling, too dazzling, and too compelling, as if the sun had really arrived, and the sound of explosions was continuous, completely covering Qiao Feng's body for a foot.
But this light is not hot, let alone blazing. Even the golden light that should be brilliant appears so cold in the hands of the No. 7 Under Heaven, like gold cultivated and extracted from countless flesh and bones.
Unparalleled light soared into the sky, illuminating the broken house behind Qiao Feng and the bloody path he had fought along, making this heroic man who always stood tall, as majestic as a god.
Of course Qiao Feng could feel the pleasure and sense of accomplishment surging in the heart of No. 7 Under Heaven, as well as his hatred for himself.
But in terms of hatred, Qiao Feng today is definitely a hundred times, a thousand times, or even ten thousand times more powerful than the seventh one in the world!
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He hates not his own misfortune, but his hatred for the countless comrades who fought and even died for him, and even more so for the countless brothers in the beggar gang who were displaced, their families were ruined, and they had to become beggars!
During this short but tragic escape, Qiao Feng used his own personal experience to fully understand why the world has become like this and why his beggar gang has become so powerful.
It's all because this country is rotten from the very foundation and is completely bad!
This kind of hatred is absolutely incapable of being understood and felt by a selfish person like Number Seven under Heaven.
Let me ask, how can we resist the "Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms" driven by this kind of hatred, even if there are a thousand or ten thousand of the cold sun that is the seventh in the world? !
In the dense golden light, a brilliant, blazing, brilliant gold once again lit up. This was not just golden light, but a bright golden flame.
Hearing another shocking explosion, the yellow baggage in the hands of No. 7 Under Heaven exploded immediately. Wen Zhang's eyes were about to burst and he exclaimed:
"My son!"
Only then did all the masters realize that the reason why the mysterious master No. 7 in the world was so respectful to Wen Zhang was because he was Wen Zhang's biological son!
This deep-tempered scribe immediately flew up and activated the "East Sea Cloud Sleeve Technique" with his abundant, fierce and endless authentic Shaolin internal energy, hoping to catch the No. 7 body in the world.
But at this moment, a voice burning like a flame sounded in his ears:
"Are you the only one in the world who has a son?!"
Accompanying this sound, an earthworm-like sword light flashed in the dark night.
Although Wen Zhang turned his head in time and used Shaolin's secret "Great Skanda Pestle", a section of his arm was still cut off.
Although he was injured, he was still calm. He stretched out his still intact left arm and wanted to exchange blows with the attacker using his "Great Vajra Fist" skill. However, he was hit by a large iron spear thrust out of the ground from top to bottom. The ground was completely penetrated.
When Wen Zhang died, the whole body of No. 7 in the sky exploded and was torn into pieces, with blood and minced meat splashing everywhere.
Qiao Feng was relieved after seeing Yue Fei and Zhan Monk cooperate with each other to kill Wen Zhang in one fell swoop.
This was the strategy they had set before the war, to capture the thief first and capture the king first.
Qiao Feng has already seen that almost all of these people have ulterior motives. Only because of the presence of this middle-aged scribe can they be barely integrated into one.
Therefore, he immediately selected Wen Zhang as the main target to kill, and broke out of the hotel alone. He ordered Zhan Monk and Yue Fei to secretly dig a tunnel, take advantage of the chaos of the battle, and rush out in one fell swoop to kill Wen Zhang on the spot.
With Wenzhang's deep city and the protection of a group of experts, it would not be easy to expose any flaws. It would be very difficult to implement this plan.
In fact, the three of them were already prepared. If they failed to succeed in one fell swoop, they would retreat again after disturbing the enemy formation.
But they didn’t expect two things:
One:
Number Seven Under Heaven, a gloomy killer who had always used unscrupulous means and would flee thousands of miles away if he missed a hit, was so brave at this time. He even withstood a blow from the Dragon Subduing Palm and tried to block Qiao Feng's path.
Two:
They did not expect that Number One Under Heaven was actually the son of Wen Zhang. Seeing Number One Under Heaven in trouble, Wen Zhang, who was supposed to be the most difficult to conquer, was shocked to see such a huge flaw exposed.
Therefore, Zhan Monk and Yue Fei immediately seized the opportunity and completed the mission in one fell swoop.
Qiao Feng felt so happy that his heartstrings couldn't help but relax.
He was already seriously injured. The Dragon Subduing Palm that had just been used to fight off Bai Choufei and others was done with all his strength. The palm that killed Number Seven Under Heaven was even more forceful, making the injury even more serious.
It can be seen that in this moment of loosening, a hand came over quietly from the darkness.
The movements of this hand are extremely gentle, and the fingers are extremely slender, just like a cardamom girl who is out enjoying the spring, encounters a delicate little flower on the road, feels happy, and wants to pick it off and take it home to treasure.
Qiao Feng immediately felt something was wrong and was shocked.
He is a man who has experienced hundreds of battles, and recently he has encountered tough, bitter, and bloody battles one after another. His acumen is beyond the comparison of ordinary masters. Although he does not know where the attack comes from, he can react in time.
I saw this burly man's body in a ball, as if he had shrunk into a meat ball, rolled to the ground, and rolled three or four times before reappearing as Qiao Feng's appearance.
The so-called divine dragon can stir up clouds and spit mist when it is big, and it can hide its form even when it is small. Qiao Feng has already practiced the essence of this dragon's transformation into his bones and engraved it into his soul.
Even if he is suddenly attacked, he can react.
Even the person who secretly attacked him didn't expect that Qiao Feng's status would be able to use such a graceless body technique, and his fingering techniques immediately failed.
Just where Qiao Feng had just stood, a wisp of finger wind blew by, bringing with it a sad chill, punching a round hole in the ground that was bottomless.
But although Qiao Feng avoided this finger, after all, the old power was gone and the new power was not born, and the man was already coming like a shadow.
It's like the ghost of Qiao Feng's enemy from his previous life. He wants to be entangled with this enemy for eternity until hell.
Only then did Qiao Feng clearly see the appearance of the man. He had ordinary eyebrows, an ordinary appearance, and an ordinary body. Everything was so ordinary, just like a soldier who could be seen everywhere in the military camp.
Qiao Feng had seen too many such characters when he assisted the Song army on the northern battlefield, and was very familiar with this temperament.
But he never thought that any soldier could possess such powerful skills and such superb martial arts.
Qiao Feng once studied in Shaolin, so he naturally recognized that the move just now was the "flower finger" among the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.
But even among the outstanding monks of the Xuan generation of Shaolin, few have such profound attainments in holding flowers with their fingers.
Qiao Feng had just recovered his figure and took a step back when the man slapped him down again.
This time it’s no longer Shaolin’s fingers, but Wudang’s soft palms.
This palm technique is originally designed to superimpose yin energy in one place, accumulate layer by layer, and continuously seep into the enemy's internal organs, killing people invisible.
However, this mysterious master dressed as a soldier actually used this palm technique to exert a surging masculine force. The palm force overlapped and covered Qiao Feng's whole body.
He also knew that even though Qiao Feng was seriously injured, it was still very difficult to kill this amazingly resilient leader if he lost the opportunity.
The purpose of attacking with this soft palm is to aggravate his injuries and pave the way for the next siege.
Although Qiao Feng understood his plan, at the critical moment, he had no choice but to fight.
His beard and hair turned golden again, he raised his right palm, palm-to-paw with this person, and groaned, a little vermilion seeped out from the corner of his mouth, and instantly evaporated into blood mist.
Although the man was injured more seriously than Qiao Feng, and even his arm was fractured and contusive, he knew that the strategy had been successful:
In fact, it is very simple to make this judgment:
With Qiao Feng's skill, he was not able to kill himself when he was hit suddenly. He only broke one of his hands, which was obviously a serious injury.
The man was so happy that he was just about to retreat when he saw a flash of sharp light flashing across Qiao Feng's green pupils, adding to his aura of violence and violence.
At this time, Qiao Feng does not look like a supreme and noble dragon, but like a wolf swallowing the moon!
His right palm suddenly changed its shape, and his fingers opened into claws. He grabbed the man's wrist and pulled it back violently.
Just a hissing sound was heard, and the two figures suddenly merged and then separated, and blood spilled into the sky.
The mysterious master staggered backwards with a look of pain on his face. He covered his right shoulder with his left hand and was bleeding.
When he saw Qiao Feng again, he took a few steps back and his face was pale, but he was holding an arm that had been broken at the root and the bones were exposed.
——In just one move, this mysterious master's right arm was torn off by Qiao Feng!
In this delay, Bai Choufei and the one-eared monk had already rushed forward to fight. The war monk also pulled out his curved sword that was as winding as an earthworm. He took steps like an earthworm and blocked the two men with his horizontal sword.
Yue Fei also rushed towards the big iron gun with one hand, picked up Qiao Feng and ran away outside.
Although the mysterious master had lost his arm, he still refused to give up. He used Qing Kung Fu and pursued Yue Fei closely. He looked at the backs of the two men with an extremely sinister gaze and shouted miserably:
"Qiao Feng, I, Li Yanzong, must take your life today!"
Yue Fei heard the venom in the man's words, and felt shocked and chilled. He realized that this was a rare master, and he didn't dare to look back. He just ran forward with his head down.
Qiao Feng was behind him, shaking and vomiting blood. Yue Fei could even feel the warm touch of the blood that made his clothes wet and clung to his shoulders.
Qiao Feng coughed up blood and said intermittently:
"Little, little brother, put me down, you go first, I, I can still fight..."
Yue Fei could completely feel every tremor of the body on his back, so he naturally knew Qiao Feng's current situation and ignored him at all, just moving forward.
He didn't know how far he ran, but there was a dense forest ahead.
Li Yanzong had obviously adapted to the pain of a broken arm. His movements became faster and faster, and he was approaching before he saw it.
At this moment, a dull tiger roar sounded in the forest, and a voice more powerful than the tiger:
"Little brother, take Gang Leader Qiao away!"
Yue Fei was familiar with this way of speaking. He had also experienced this kind of power in both War Monk and Qiao Feng. It was a kind of masculinity worthy of anyone's trust.
Yue Fei had no energy left to waste at this time. He didn't even raise his head to see the man's appearance, and rushed past the extremely generous body.
Just when he passed by, he smelled an extremely strong smell of blood. Obviously, this person was also seriously injured.
After running out five or six feet, Yue Fei heard Li Yanzong's shrill roar and a burst of heroic and generous laughter:
"Shen Huchan, you are looking for death!"
"Whoever seeks death is hard to tell!"
It turned out to be him, the leader of the seven bandits, Shen Huchan!
When Yue Fei thought that the person coming to help was actually him, strength once again emerged from his cold and heavy chest.
But at this moment, another voice sounded in the distance, although it was old, but extremely powerful:
"Shen Huchan, it is your misfortune to meet me, Ye Yunmie!"
"Shen Huchan, you are a tiger, you cannot escape today!"
Under the moonlight, Shen Huchan stood with his sword horizontally, looking at Li Yanzong who had lost his arm in front of him, an old man, a middle-aged Toutuo who was missing a finger, and a short monk with sharp eyes.
His eyes swept across the crowd and said in a deep voice:
"Grandpa Shenyou, Multi-finger Tutuo, and this one..."
Looking at that person, Shen Huchan's eyes became solemn, and his tone became heavier than ever before:
"The current lords of the Wutai Mountain lineage are from the Shenshan Mountain. They are just two of them. I didn't expect that your honor would be used by Cai Jing?"
Although the Wutai Mountain lineage was a small family in the past, this generation actually produced four great masters at once, and instantly became a towering sect in the martial arts world.
Three of them are the "Multiple Fingered Horizontal Sword with Seven Hairs" among the six masters in the world, the multi-fingered Toutuo, "Horizontal Sword and Horse Riding" Gu Foying, and the "Red Robe with Hundred Bags" Seven-haired Master.
But it is generally recognized by the world that the strongest person in Mount Wutai is still the man from the sacred mountain who is the sect leader.
The man on the sacred mountain smiled slightly and said grandly:
"Elder Xu of the Beggar Clan is my senior brother. Now there is a spy from the Liao Kingdom in the Beggar Clan. I should be my senior brother to eliminate this scourge."
As soon as Shen Huchan saw the words of the people on Shenshan Mountain, he knew that things would never go well today.
If it were normal, even if the four people in front of him joined forces, Shen Huchan would not be afraid at all, but now that he has broken through many obstacles and rushed thousands of miles to get here, his skills have been greatly reduced.
If you want to fight to the death, I'm afraid...
Knowing that a fight to the death was imminent, Shen Huchan showed no fear in his heart. He pointed the Ananda knife diagonally in his hand and looked calm.
Seeing his appearance, the people on the sacred mountain laughed again and said:
"Shen Huchan, do you think that if you stop the four of us, that kid can escape with Qiao Feng, a craftsman from the Liao Kingdom?"
Ye Yunmie also sneered:
"If Qiao Feng falls into our hands, he can still keep his body intact. If those Lin Zi guys succeed, hey."
Shen Huchan's expression changed. He had just skimmed through the forest, but he didn't feel any living things.
This only proves one thing:
——The master waiting for Qiao Feng in the forest must be an extremely terrifying figure!
When Shen Huchan's expression was shaken, the people from the Shenshan Mountain and several others took action at the same time, killing the seriously injured tiger!
Just as a desperate fight began outside the forest, Yue Fei was already carrying Qiao Feng on his back, and rushed into the forest with an attitude of no hesitation. After walking hundreds of steps, a deep pool was vaguely visible among the forest leaves.
The clear water in the pool reflected the moon in the sky, creating a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. When Yue Fei was in it, he felt that the flash of swords, shadows of swords, and the bloody wind had all gone away in an instant.
But Qiao Feng suddenly raised his head, and with a burst of strength, he broke away from Yue Fei, and stretched out his thick arms to protect the young man behind his back.
In the dense forest, someone sighed:
"What a keen leader."
Following the sound, an extremely handsome young man, holding a green bamboo pole, slowly rose from the bottom of the pool.
Another old man walked out of the forest on the right, and a middle-aged man came pacing from the forest on the left.
Qiao Feng looked at them and narrowed his eyes:
"Old, middle-aged and young people?"
The young man nodded slowly and said softly:
"There are four more murderers."
Following the young man's voice, four people with different appearances slowly walked out.
Among the three men and one woman, one of them, the most powerful and upright man named Angzang, looked at Qiao Feng with a look of pain in his eyes:
"Gang Leader Qiao, I'm sorry."
This man is none other than Yan Zhao, who is known as one of the "Three Great Winemakers in the Wulin" along with Qiao Feng, and is known as the "Magic Hand Who Splits Coffins".
The handsome young man looked at Qiao Feng and said:
"The Nine Nether Gods of Changshan have also arrived in person."
When this name was mentioned, the other six masters present, although they were all people with profound achievements, could not help but shudder.
They could even detect that with the young man's voice, a cold air came out of the darkness.
This cold air is not as sharp as No. 7 Under Heaven. It is more like making people feel like they are in a mass grave. Resentment is soaring around them, and the souls of injustice are lingering around them. It seems that they are being dragged to the Nine Nether Hells by invisible ghost claws.
Even though six people were secretly pushing their skills to the limit at the same time, trying to find out where the cold air came from before facing Qiao Feng, they still found nothing.
Jiuyou Shenjun, who was lurking in the dark, seemed to be amused by their actions, and deliberately let out a mocking and sarcastic sneer.
But even this laughter seemed to come from all directions, with no trace of its source.
The handsome young man, the childhood sweetheart among the "old, middle-aged and young" trio, looked at Qiao Feng again, with a hint of reluctance and regret in his tone, and sighed:
"Qiao Feng, you have sent people to intercept your reinforcements on the road, and Zhang Tianji is deeply trapped by the 'King Catcher' and the 'God Catcher'.
Even for the new leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, we have prepared a big gift for him. This time, you are in doom.
With your dignity, if you are captured without mercy, we can still protect your glory and wealth for the rest of your life. ”
Even if Qiao Feng didn't use his eyes to see and only used his spiritual sense to feel the energy of everyone in the forest, he knew the danger of this battle.
Even with Qiao Feng's fighting spirit and resilience, he had to admit that he had fallen into a desperate situation with no chance of survival.
But so what? !
Qiao Feng pulled open his clothes, revealing his strong and scarred body. This was the first time Yue Fei saw that Qiao Feng had so many injuries on his body.
But the scars are not tragic, but exciting.
Because even these scars did not defeat this man. He still survived without changing his posture, and even became more brave!
Qiao Feng took a deep breath, and blood rushed through his body like hot magma, boiling as if it was about to burn. He looked sternly, looking down on everyone present, and said with a smile:
"You guys, even if we all come together, why should I, Qiao Feng, be afraid!"
At this moment, another extremely clear voice was heard coming from outside the forest.
"Brother Qiao, what a spirit!"
Everyone present was a master, so they could naturally tell that when the voice said the word "Qiao", it was still three miles away.
By the time the word "po" was read, the owner of the voice had already rushed to the middle of the forest.
As the moonlight dimmed, the figure flickered, and a man in green shirt had landed in front of Qiao Feng, standing side by side with him.
Under the moonlight, this man in green clothes looked extremely ethereal, with fluttering clothes and bulging sleeves, as if he had just fallen into the mortal world after riding the wind, and his whole body was filled with a rich fairy spirit.
He looked at Qiao Feng with a calm expression, threw something casually, and said with a smile:
"It seems that I am not too late."
Everyone took a closer look and saw that the thing was a sword blade that was as white as jade.
They are all well-known and well-known people, so they can naturally recognize it. This sword is clearly Liu Dufeng’s cherished treasure:
White water sword!
Now that the sword of Baishui is broken, where is the catching god or the king?
When everyone thought about this, they couldn't help but be horrified when they looked at the young man in green.
He looked at Qingmeizhu again, smiled slightly, and said:
"Cai Yuanchang is very particular. He knew that my Xiaoyao sect had just reopened the mountain gate, and it was a time when everything was waiting for improvement, so he gave me a big gift.
I just don’t know, what kind of ceremony is it? ”
This sentence immediately made everyone understand the identity of the visitor. It turned out to be the head of Xiaoyao Sect who was in the prime of martial arts, the lawless Xu Xingxu Tafa!
(End of chapter)