At the same time, outside Xuzhou City.
A strong man chased a thin old man at a very fast speed and rushed deep into the jungle in the blink of an eye.
The strong man stopped and waved out a palm. Dragon roared across the western field. The rumble of wind swept across the palm, and the leaves all over the sky were blown to pieces.
"Qiao Feng, do you really want to chase me to the end of the world?" The old man shouted with a sharp and angry voice, his eyes red, and his voice was full of sadness, resentment, and a kind of helplessness.
"You wiped out everyone in our Song Dynasty overnight. How could Qiao let you go so easily?" Qiao Feng snorted coldly and punched out. The powerful force was extremely destructive. The dust flew up and the leaves rustled. Turned into countless ashes.
The old man was frightened when he saw this, and quickly used Qing Kung Fu to escape. He knew that he was no match for Qiao Feng, and just wanted to rush to his senior brother for help.
"Want to run? It's not that easy." Qiao Feng was like a swimming dragon, walking quickly through the mountains and forests, constantly chasing the old man. With every step he took, the ground shook and the branches swayed, making a clear and sweet clicking sound.
The old man ran away desperately, becoming more and more anxious. Unknowingly, he arrived at a river. Seeing Qiao Feng still following closely, he was extremely anxious, his eyes were sinister, and he suddenly turned around and struck out with his palm.
Qiao Feng crouched slightly to avoid the old man's sharp palm, then clenched his right hand into a fist and punched it out with force like breaking a bamboo.
"Bang!"
Along with a muffled sound, the old man screamed, vomited blood and fell out. His whole body twitched, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, his face was as pale as paper, and his breath was like a gossamer.
"You... poof..." The old man struggled to stand up. He was about to say something, but because he was too seriously injured, he opened his mouth and vomited blood. His eyes protruded and he stared at Qiao Feng with a look of extreme unwillingness.
"Wait a minute, stop!" Just when Qiao Feng was about to kill him with one blow, a powerful voice came from behind him, and a majestic and powerful internal force struck through the air.
Qiao Feng's body reacted extremely quickly. He put his left arm across his chest to block the attack from the inner force. However, due to the reaction force, he staggered back three meters before he stopped.
At this time, he saw an old man in flowing red clothes slowly walking out of the woods, with a kind smile on his face, clasping his fists towards Qiao Feng and saying: "Gang Leader Qiao, this is the elder of our Iron Clothes Sect, and he is also Please spare his life."
Qiao Feng frowned and looked at the old man in red clothes, and said coldly: "He killed many people in our country of Song Dynasty, and his crimes were extremely heinous. How can I spare his life?"
The old man in red clothes waved his hand and said: "Although he has committed a serious crime, he is still the elder of our Liyang Tieyi Sect. How about you sell me a thin noodles and spare his life?"
"Are you trying to protect him?" Qiao Feng's face turned completely gloomy upon hearing this. His voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze ice. He stared at the red-clothed old man indifferently, and his body gradually exuded a cold murderous intention.
Feeling Qiao Feng's murderous intention, the old man in red's face became solemn, his aura erupted, and he looked at Qiao Feng without any sign of weakness.
"All fellow disciples, let's take action together to capture this thief!" In order to avoid a long night of nightmares, the old man in red shouted loudly, and rushed out, taking the lead to rush towards Qiao Feng, curling his fingers together into claws, tearing the air, and heading towards Catch Qiao Feng.
In the dense forest, more than twenty figures suddenly appeared. All of them had innate second- and third-level cultivations, and two of them were in the Vajra realm. They all drew their swords and killed Qiao Feng, their swords shining brightly. , filled with murderous intent.
"Stubborn!" Seeing this scene, Qiao Feng's eyes suddenly shrank, he shouted, and his body shot out instantly, like a swimming dragon, appearing in front of the old man in red clothes, and punched out.
Before the punch came, a terrifying sense of oppression hit his face. The old man in red's face changed drastically, his pupils shrank into needle shapes, and his hands stretched out in an attempt to resist Qiao Feng's fierce and domineering punch.
"boom!"
Qiao Feng's fists hit the red-clothed old man's palms. The two collided with each other, making a loud noise. A circle of air waves visible to the naked eye spread out, kicking up large swaths of grass clippings.
The old man in red clothes stepped back five or six feet, while Qiao Feng only took two or three steps back. It was obvious which one was better between the two.
"hiss……"
The old man in red clothes took a breath of cold air and looked at Qiao Feng with deep fear in his eyes.
He originally thought he could defeat Qiao Feng. After all, Qiao Feng was much older than him, and his martial arts skills were limited no matter how high he was. But who would have thought that Qiao Feng could be so terrifying.
Qiao Feng punched the old man in red and forced him back. His eyes fell on the other disciples of the Iron Clothes Sect who rushed up. He snorted coldly and disappeared in an instant. When he appeared again, afterimages appeared in front of him. Fist shadows flashed around the disciples of the Iron Clothes Sect, and the others responded in panic, but after all, they had the advantage in numbers and finally forced Qiao Feng back.
Seeing Qiao Feng's embarrassed appearance, the old man in red clothes looked up to the sky and roared, and joined the battle. The other old man who was being chased also joined the chaotic battlefield.
Qiao Feng was jointly attacked by the Iron Cloth Sect, and he suddenly felt a difficulty, but he was not afraid at all, and shouted: "I came just in time, let you see Qiao's unique skill 'Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon'!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Feng's aura rose sharply, and his temperament changed unpredictably. There were faint golden dragon shadows wrapped around his body, and a majestic king's aura burst out from him.
Qiao Feng struck out with a palm, causing the void to tremble, and his palm prints roared. With a force that destroyed the world, he swept across with one palm, making him invincible.
"Butie Flower Formation!"
The old man in red clothes shouted, and more than a dozen disciples of the Iron Clothes Sect immediately formed a mysterious formation, covering Qiao Feng, with swords criss-crossing, murderous intent, and an astonishing momentum.
Qiao Feng's face was calm, he looked at everything in front of him calmly, and said rather disdainfully: "Young little Jier!"
After the words fell, Qiao Feng's figure moved like lightning, avoiding the siege of everyone, and struck down with a palm. With exquisite palm skills, he slashed several people away with one palm, and then faced everyone again.
It's a pity that after all, the opponent has a large number of people. They are all innate second- and third-level warriors, and some of them are at the Vajra level. Qiao Feng is gradually getting tired of dealing with them.
"I'm here to help you!"
At this moment, a sword light descended from the sky, dancing like a silver snake, with a bone-piercing aura, and struck at the neck of the old man in red clothes. It was Pei Qing.
He didn't act blindly. He had actually been here just now, observing in the dark. After figuring out the truth of the matter, he decisively helped, but he didn't expect that the person he helped was the famous Gang Leader Qiao.
At this moment, he was dressed in white, with a heroic appearance and a resolute face. He held the Ming Suzaku in his hand, with his toes on the ground, his body jumped up, and the sword light was swaying, as dazzling as a blooming lotus.
The expression of the old man in red clothes changed. He could feel the sharpness of the sword, and he did not dare to be careless. On one side of his body, but it was already too late, he only heard a "chi la" sound, and the shoulder of the old man in red clothes was scratched out. A shallow sword mark was left, and dark red blood flowed gurglingly.
The old man in red roared angrily: "Give them all to me, don't hold anything back!"
He had originally been spared by others due to Qiao Feng's identity as the leader of the Beggar Clan. Now that Pei Qing suddenly joined, he was extremely angry and could no longer care about anything. If he stopped to greet his disciples, Pei Qing and Qiao would definitely be killed. Capture all the peaks.
"Jianyi!"
Pei Qing raised the corner of his mouth slightly, murmured two words, his wrist shook, the sword light was bright, the sword light was in and out, the sword energy criss-crossed, and a killing and fierce aura swept out.
The expression of the old man in red changed slightly, his figure swayed, and he avoided the sword. He looked up and found that Pei Qing had appeared behind him unexpectedly. His heart trembled hard, and he secretly cursed himself for being careless.
"Uh-huh!"
The sword flashed and the sword sounded harshly. A strong sense of crisis surged into his heart. His expression changed drastically and he hurriedly stepped back.
But as soon as he took a step back, he felt a fierce sword energy locking on him from behind, making his hair stand on end.
With a "poof" sound, Pei Qing's Ming Suzaku had penetrated into the back of the old man in red clothes.
The old man in red clothes turned around and stared at Pei Qing with his eyes wide open, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Plop!"
As Pei Qing drew out his long sword, the old man in red fell forward with his head straight and died.
After killing the old man in red clothes with one sword, Pei Qing's expression remained calm. He just nodded lightly to Qiao Feng who looked at him in surprise.
Qiao Feng understood this and looked around the Western Zhou Dynasty, and asked loudly: "The leader of the thief has been killed, are you still going to help him do this?"
The people of the Iron Clothes Sect couldn't help but look at each other after hearing this, and hesitated for a while. Although they were loyal to the sect, they also had a sense of justice in their hearts. They knew better than anyone whether Qiao Feng was a good person or not, and the dirty things in their sect. They knew very well that now that the leader was dead, it would be unwise to go against Qiao Feng again.
The old man who was being chased by Qiao Feng saw that all the disciples had stopped. He couldn't help but became furious and accused: "What are you doing? Why did you stop? Do you want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?"
A disciple of the Iron Clothes Sect couldn't help but said: "Old Ghost Li, you'd better run for your life. Gang Leader Qiao is a benevolent and righteous knight. He won't embarrass us. On the contrary, it's you who just rely on your Vajra Realm cultivation to act recklessly." Walking is a crime worthy of death!"
"How dare you call an elder like that? Do you still have the Iron Clothes Sect in your heart?" Li Zongchang was furious on his face, but he was beginning to be afraid in his heart. It was difficult for him to deal with just one Qiao Feng, and now there was another one. A swordsman who could kill his senior brother instantly with one sword would probably be in trouble today.
"Today Qiao will only kill the culprit. I hope you will change your mind and turn around in the future." Qiao Feng is not too stupid. He clearly told the people of the Iron Clothes Sect that as long as you are willing to retreat, you will never cause trouble to them, but you also We must start a new life and not be a party to disaster.
Pei Qing shook his head slightly when he saw this, thinking that Qiao Feng still had some kindness towards a woman. These people were not good birds to begin with. Now that they have met, how could they let them go so easily? He did not give Qiao Feng any reaction. At the opportunity, he raised his hand and slashed out with his sword. The sword glowed like water, cutting through the sky and killing the disciples of the Iron Clothes Sect.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
In the blink of an eye, screams rang out continuously, and all the disciples of the Iron Clothes Sect were pierced through the chests by the sword light. Their bodies fell to the ground with a plop, and the smell of blood filled the air.
With one sword strike, more than twenty innate disciples of the Iron Clothes Sect, including the Vajra Realm disciples, all died. Only Li Zongchang was left standing alone in the field, covered in cold sweat, his legs were weak, and he almost collapsed. on the ground.
Pei Qing used two swords in total. One sword killed his head brother in an instant, and the other sword killed Xiantian and King Kong realms like butchering dogs. This level of strength made Li Zongchang extremely frightened.
