The first among the heavens begins with martial arts

Chapter 166 No one can beat me in my BGM
The sound of the piano is intermittent and continuous, like a breeze, pervasive, flowing in all directions, soft and melodious, melodious, making people unconsciously want to listen to it carefully and find its source.

But this music is illusory, it seems to sound in people's hearts, and there is no sound source at all.

The next moment, the rhythm of the piano sound suddenly became intense, like pearls falling on a jade plate, crisp and melodious, and the dense notes beating like a thousand-foot waterfall slanting down, forming a charming rhythm that penetrates directly into the soul.

Qiao Feng felt an invisible force pouring into his limbs and bones along with the music. The originally depleted true energy was instantly filled, and the protective arrogance that was about to be extinguished suddenly surged as if gasoline had been poured on it.

The sound of the zither full of strong rhythm made his Chiyan Zhenqi alive, and the flow was also full of rhythm. Shixiang Ruanjin San seemed to have lost its effect, and the originally lazy Zhenqi became boiling. It was firmly suppressed in an instant.

In a breath, his strength was restored to full victory.

He took a deep breath, bent his left leg slightly, bent his right arm inward, and drew a circle with his right palm, which was the foundation of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Kanglong Youhui.

"Jiang Ang!"

The overwhelming arrogance of the dragon has no dead ends. In an instant, he fought head-on with all the enemies. In the sky-shattering explosion, everyone was shaken three feet away.

"not good!"

The besieger was at worst a grandmaster. How could it not be seen that Qiao Feng's strength suddenly skyrocketed? This is completely unreasonable.

The battles of warriors in the Golden Realm were not fierce enough, and there was no secret to the temporary death of the disintegration of the demons. They couldn't understand how the enemy suddenly recovered their strength.

"Could it be that he expelled the toxin?"

This is also the only possibility that can explain Qiao Feng's condition, but it is really unimaginable. He can detoxify while being besieged. This skill is really appalling.

"Don't be afraid, he is already at the end of his battle, this is just a flashback, everyone, don't give him a chance to breathe!"

With a loud roar, Murong Fu rushed forward first, everyone could retreat, but he couldn't, if he couldn't kill Qiao Feng, there would be no place for him in the world, and the family's great cause of restoring the country would be wiped out.

The others were only half a step too late. Since they had already offended someone, they could only offend to the end.

At this moment, everyone has put out their kung fu, Murong Fu took the lead, the folding fan in his hand transformed into thousands of shadows, the range of power is astounding, it is the secret of the beggar gang master's secret dog-beating stick technique The trick - there is no dog in the world.

Feng Qingyang's attack was half a step slow, but his martial arts were far superior to others, and his speed was also the fastest. He unexpectedly attacked first, and covered Qiao Feng's upper body vitals with a diagonal thrust.

This sword was silent, but the route was unpredictable, changing every moment, but it was always firmly locked on Qiao Feng, making the best use of anticipating the enemy's opportunity.

The tip of the sword trembled like a rattlesnake, but there was no sound at all. With the Qi Breaking Form as the core, this sword combined with the profound meaning of the Dugu Nine Swords, no amount of strength could stop it.

No one can take this kind of swordsmanship lightly.

The two elders Xuanming stood side by side, the deer sticker extended his right palm first, and the crane penman's left palm came out later, the two almost became a conjoined body, the turbulent and cold Xuanming's palm turned into a gale, and moved towards Qiao Feng rushed away.

Duan Yanqing had trouble moving, and his reaction was even slower. He just raised the iron staff, and still used the same finger force as before to interfere with Qiao Feng.

The other people's martial arts are not enough, and the power of the moves from the air is not enough, so they can only step forward and use real swords to cause harm to Qiao Feng.

"Good come!"

Qiao Feng, who had regained his power of victory, was not afraid of anyone, his spirit was extremely concentrated, the flow of time suddenly slowed down, and the besieging crowd suddenly turned into slow motion.

He swam unsteadily in the strength of the sword light, like a fish in the water, extremely nimble, cleverly avoiding the force of the Yiyang finger, and then relying on his own understanding of the dog-beating stick method to deflect Murong Fu's moves , causing his foot to loosen, he staggered and fell into the line of Xuanming's palm force, forcing the two elders to withdraw their moves.

At this time, Feng Qingyang's sword had already reached his body, but he disappeared from the spot like a ghost, and appeared three zhang away, it was the Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon or Leaping in the Abyss.

This palm was originally used for a surprise attack, and he paid attention to surprise, but he used it as a body technique for dodging. It can be seen that his martial arts cultivation has reached the point where he can do whatever he wants.

However, the sword that condensed Feng Qingyang's whole body's cultivation was naturally not so easy to break. Under the traction of Qi, the sword's light soared, and it still stabbed at Qiao Feng.

Facing such a unparalleled swordsman without a sharp weapon in his hands, Qiao Feng also had a headache, which was why he didn't fight head-on.

But the next moment, an iron claw steel rod made of pure steel appeared in his hand.

Yun Zhonghe, whose weapon had been taken away, bumped into Jian Guang like a kite with a broken string. In an instant, his whole body was torn apart, and he couldn't die anymore.

"Fourth!"

Two roars sounded again.

Yue Laosan was the closest to Qiao Feng at this time, seeing Yun Zhonghe's death, he was furious, and rushed up waving the big scissors without thinking about his own safety.

"do not want!"

At the same time as Duan Yanqing's ventriloquist sounded, God Crocodile of the South China Sea followed in Yun Zhonghe's footsteps and became a meat shield against Feng Qingyang's sword skills, without a whole body.

Even after killing two of his own people, Feng Qingyang's sword momentum became slightly stagnant, and he was no longer so indomitable.

The rushing attack didn't work, the killers immediately became cautious, they didn't seek meritorious deeds, they only wished to have no faults, so Qiao Feng couldn't find a loophole for a while, and could only stand in a stalemate with the enemy.

The sound of the piano sound suddenly became louder, and the music also became more passionate and surging, as if a great river was going eastward, mighty and mighty, and also like a large army going out to fight, with flags like forests and iron hooves clanging, which made people feel proud.

During the fierce battle, the sound of the zither gradually became more and more strange. Its timbre seemed to be constantly changing. At first, the sound of the qin could be heard, but slowly, there seemed to be many instruments in this song, not only the guqin, but also the Guzheng, Hengdi, Shengxiao, Pipa, Erhu, Chimes, Fou, Dagu, Suona, Xun.

Countless musical instruments are intertwined, occupying a place with their own unique timbres. Their tunes are different, but they can be perfectly blended together. Every note is just right. One point is too much, and one point is not enough. fierce.

This song is passionate and sad, and it fits Qiao Feng's mood at the moment. His ambition is not fulfilled but he is framed by a traitor. He is obviously passionate, but deep in his heart, there is an unspeakable grief. He has no choice but to use his fists. Vent a cavity of grief and indignation.

Before he knew it, his true qi had already flowed out through his body, and the flames all over his body seemed to twist and burn like real flames, making him look like a god of flames.

The musical notes danced together with his zhenqi, and the two seemed to merge into one. The waves of strong rhythm pushed his skill higher and higher like a tide, without end.

After a burst of strong drumbeats, his aura suddenly contracted, and the fireworks that originally protected his body were also rolled back, revealing his body as strong as a steel bar.

This change was only for a moment, and the next moment, like a volcanic eruption, violent flames erupted from his skin, and his whole body seemed to become a big fireball, emitting infinite light and heat.

At this moment, he brazenly broke through the limit of heaven and man, and practiced the first level of Chiyang's four cover kung fu, the fire essence in the air.

The strong burst of energy forced all the besiegers back, and no one could get close for a moment, only Qiao Feng stood still.

The strong energy flowed in his body like magma, and Qiao Feng felt like a volcano about to erupt in a trance.

The Seven Star Begonia had no power to resist under the true strength of the yang, and was completely reduced to ashes in just one week, not even dregs left.

He cast fiery eyes on the enemies, saw their fear and despair, and smiled faintly: "Now, it's my turn!"

He leaped into the air and struck down from above. The powerful palm force that could not be resisted enveloped all the enemies.

This move is extremely risky, it is difficult to change it in mid-air, and it is easy to be taken advantage of by the enemy. It is usually a move that can only be used when the opponent is unable to fight back, but he went against common sense and used it when he did not establish any advantage.

Murong Fu and the others were no idiots, they knew the common sense of martial arts, they just thought that he was in a daze and made a low-level mistake, so they attacked him one after another.

Hidden weapons and vigor rushed towards Qiao Feng, but they became slower and slower after approaching his body, and finally none of the attacks could break through the flames of his body.

His defensive arrogance has doubled after this wave of breakthroughs. The Chiyang Sigai Kung Fu, which was born out of the supreme kung fu of the heavens and the earth, may not be called a high-level martial arts, but it can be called the top in Chinese martial arts, and it is by no means ordinary masters. breach.

No one can interfere with him, this blow combined with the fire spirit in the air, the flying dragon completely demonstrated its super power in the sky.

It was as if an invisible mountain of flames descended from the sky, and within the range of the palm burst, the air seemed to be burning, and everything became distorted and unreal.

This palm was very slow, but it firmly suppressed everyone, making them unable to escape, and they could only watch helplessly as the time of death came.

It was as heavy as a mountain, and the fiery palm strength descended completely.

The master-level master first felt that he had been exposed to the desert for ten days, exhausted all his strength, and there was a five-element mountain pressing on his shoulders and slowly sinking, and he couldn't shake it with all his strength. Gravity crushed it into a meat sauce.

Murong Fu used the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi to the extreme, but he couldn't move the power of his palm at all, as if the tree was overwhelmed by a gnat, he was about to die, his four big ministers rushed up and blocked the force with their bodies.

Seeing this, the elders Xuanming and Duan Yanqing immediately grabbed other experts around them, using their bodies to fight for a chance of life for themselves.

Only Feng Qingyang opened his eyes to the maximum and used the Dugu Nine Swords to the extreme. He had never understood the Qi-breaking style like this for a moment. In the process, a path of life was opened.

The palm strength dissipated completely, only Feng Qingyang was still standing, and the others all fell to the ground.

Even if he was still standing, he had already lost all his fighting power. Surviving under this palm was already a super-level performance of his. He had exhausted all his energy and energy. At this moment, he couldn't even lift a finger.

A smell of scorched corpses wafted away, and the person who died under this palm seemed to be scorched by flames and hit by a huge boulder, the death condition was horrible.

The passionate music also followed this palm, and disappeared without a trace, as if it was just an illusion.

(End of this chapter)