From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 90 Even if you rats come together, I, Qiao Feng, have nothing to fear! (-word chapter)

"Ok?"

The warrior monk's heart was tense and he stood up.

He looked out the window, gathering his inner strength, his whole body filled with a surge of fighting spirit, and he was about to break out of the inn and fight the newcomers.

Qiao Feng knew that this was because the war monk's mind was too sensitive after days of fighting, which was why he was so agitated. He reached out to stop him and said calmly:
"The enemy is still three miles away, Brother He, be patient and don't fall into the trap."

The warrior monk concentrated for a moment and realized something was wrong. He nodded slightly with a solemn expression.

He glanced at Yue Fei out of the corner of his eye, and Yue Fei immediately understood what he meant and took a half step closer to Qiao Feng.

The two men had traveled together for a period of time and had similar interests. They also teamed up to deal with the assassins sent by Cai Jing on the road, so they had an extraordinary tacit understanding.

Therefore, there was no need for any unnecessary communication. The monk only needed to glance at him to make Yue Fei understand his thoughts.

He was ready to fight to the death to open up a way for Qiao Feng to survive.

What Yue Fei needs to do is to take advantage of this opportunity to take Qiao Feng away.

For the two of them, even a life-threatening decision like this did not require any thought and could be confirmed with just a glance.

Qiao Feng saw the eye contact between the warrior monk and Yue Fei.

The reason why Qiao Feng was able to become the chief leader of the Beggars' Sect is that although he possesses untold power, he is still able to pay attention to arrangements everywhere and consider the interests of the gang members in everything.

A leader like him could naturally understand what the two were thinking.

What's more, Qiao Feng had seen this kind of gaze and eyes too many times along the way.

Every time, it is an extremely painful memory for him.

It was this kind of cruel and heart-wrenching pain that allowed Qiao Feng to hold on until now despite his serious injuries and not collapse completely.

Thinking of this, Qiao Feng groaned, and golden flames rose from his chest.

Before the warrior monk could stop it, the golden light had already enveloped the man's entire body, and his wild, lion-like hair also rose up like flames.

Qiao Feng exhaled a breath with a strong smell of blood. His momentum, which had been gradually weakening, gradually rose again, and his tired and injured body also regained its vitality.

The fighting monk knew that Qiao Feng was trying to increase his power and suppress his injuries.

However, although this method can temporarily restore combat power, it will damage the foundation. With Qiao Feng's current physical condition, it is difficult for him to withstand the backlash.

He immediately exclaimed:

"Boss Qiao, you——"

Qiao Feng glanced at the war monk. His eyes were completely different from those of the "Chief Leader of the Beggars' Sect". His pupils were already emerald green, with both the dignity of a dragon controlling the sun and the ferocity of a lone wolf swallowing the moon, and his power was unparalleled.

Facing such a pair of eyes, even a fearless monk like War Monk or a resolute and courageous man like Yue Fei would immediately become silent.

Qiao Feng stood up, looked out the window, and said word by word:

"Since the day outside Yanmen Pass, many people have been implicated because of my affairs, including the Beggars' Sect Headquarters, Tianji, Lianyun Village, Fengyun Escort Agency, and Shenhou Mansion..."

His voice became heavier:

“Many people have already sacrificed their lives for me, so don’t worry, brothers. I will not seek death.

At least, it is not the time for life and death yet. I still want to live and avenge these innocent victims. "

Qiao Feng turned his head, glanced at the two of them, and smiled and comforted them:
"I have used secret codes that only I, the deputy chief, and the chiefs of the Jinyi and Wuyi gangs know along the way. If the three of them see them, they will definitely lead their troops to help and join me."

After hearing these words, although they knew that Qiao Feng was trying to comfort them, the war monk and Yue Fei were both cheered up.

They all knew that Deputy Chief Gang Leader Zhang Sanba, Jinyi Gang Leader Liang Dian, and Dirty Clothes Gang Leader Cai Kuang were all Qiao Feng's trusted confidants, willing to go through fire and water for him, and there was absolutely no fear of their betrayal.

If these three people could really come to help, their chances of breaking out of the encirclement would definitely increase greatly.

At this moment, another burst of laughter came from outside the door:
"Boss Qiao is really a rough but meticulous person. I was wondering how that old beggar Zhang Tianji managed to catch up with us. So that's how it is. Hey!"

After hearing these words, not only Yue Fei and the war monk, but even Qiao Feng, who originally did not hold much hope, could not help showing joy.

The most torturous part of his life on the run was not the increasing number of injuries on his body, but the worry and guilt he felt for having lost contact with his old friends.

Now, upon hearing that Zhang San's father was not dead and was leading a team to help, Qiao Feng naturally could not contain his emotions.

But soon, the joy on his face faded and turned into deep worry.

Because Qiao Feng knew that Zhang Sanba had already been seriously injured because of him, even if he could defeat the Invincible Young Master, his injuries would certainly be aggravated.

Plus a thousand-mile raid...

Just as Qiao Feng expected, the voice sounded again.

"Humph, what a pity that you have offended the Six Gates. The two old seniors, the God of Capture and the King of Capture, have personally led the team and set up an ambush ten miles to the east.

The law is long and the law is just. This old man who once killed officials and openly raised the banner of rebellion will no longer be able to escape justice! "

Qiao Feng's expression suddenly turned as cold as ice, and the originally blazing flames suddenly condensed, like a mirror formed by the gathered firelight.

Even though he knew that this was a trick by the other party to attack his mind, how could Qiao Feng, with his loyal and righteous character, remain unmoved?
The warrior monk and Yue Fei both turned their heads, their faces filled with worry.

After a pause, the voice laughed again:

"Qiao Feng, Qiao Feng, you are just a Khitan barbarian, but you have managed to make so many heroes from the Central Plains sincerely submit to you. You are really capable.

If I really let you escape back to Liao, how can my Song Dynasty have a day of peace?"

Hearing these words that turned black into white, before the monk could say anything, Yue Fei, who had always been self-disciplined and almost never showed his emotions, raised his head, looked furious, and shouted:

"You oppress the people with cruelty, do not fight against foreign enemies, and only suppress internal anger. Officials like you are not qualified to talk about justice and the law.

The court was in chaos, heavy taxes were imposed, the people were living in poverty, and they were barely surviving. How could such a Song Dynasty be qualified to talk about the difference between the orthodoxy of the Central Plains and the Hu and Han? ! "

Although Yue Fei was young, he spoke in a generous and bold manner, with great courage and spirit, which made Qiao Feng and the war monk look at this little brother with admiration.

Even the person who was talking outside seemed to be shocked by his aura, choked, and was unable to speak for a long time.

After venting his anger thoroughly, Yue Fei finally realized what was happening and said with some embarrassment:

"Boss Qiao, Brother He, I was impulsive."

Qiao Feng and the fighting monk looked at each other and both burst into laughter. The fighting monk said with emotion:

"I originally thought that since you are still young and act so calmly, you lack some vitality and drive. Now it seems that I was blind and underestimated you."

Qiao Feng nodded and praised:

"Little brother, if you don't make a sound, you'll be amazing."

Along the way, Yue Fei had close contacts with the war monk, and he had great respect for this elder brother who acted heroically, valued friendship and loyalty, and had superb martial arts skills.

There is no need to say more about Qiao Feng. He is almost the idol of 80 to 90 percent of young people in the entire Song Dynasty.

Now being praised by these two people whom he respected most in his life, even Yue Fei was overjoyed.

He chuckled twice.

Although Yue Fei looked a little immature, his face was quite solemn. Whenever he pursed his lips or frowned, he would exude an aura of majesty without being angry. Even the war monks were sometimes afraid of him.

But this smile was so bright and full of youthful spirit that it made Qiao and He feel even more emotional.

After Qiao Feng finished laughing, he calmed down again and said in a deep voice:

"Since the other party has resorted to such tactics, they must not be completely sure of defeating us. We can just take this opportunity to break out.

You are all rare talents in the martial arts world, and your future achievements will certainly not be inferior to mine, Qiao Feng.

If it is really impossible, you still have to take care of your own life. Whoever can escape will avenge the others!"

When mentioning the word "revenge", Qiao Feng's tone was no longer excited.

It was as if these two words had penetrated into his bones, something he was born with, deep-rooted and unshakable.

After hearing what Qiao Feng said, the two of them immediately became excited and full of fighting spirit.

Today is the sixth day of September, the Cold Dew season.

The frost was getting colder, the cold dew was condensing, and the wind was howling in the dead of night. However, the hearts of the warrior monk and Yue Fei seemed to be burning with fire.

The two men looked at Qiao Feng and nodded heavily.

At this time, outside the guesthouse, hundreds of soldiers were gradually surrounding it. A middle-aged scholar in a long robe with ancient sleeves was riding on a horse, looking at this deserted village inn.

He was none other than Lord Wen Zhangwen, the first person who was forced by Yan Hunling to drink the celebratory wine at Cai Jing's residence.

Although Cai Jing did not punish Wen Zhang openly, everyone who could make a living in Cai's mansion was a shrewd person. Wen Zhang was gradually alienated by everyone, and his status in Cai's mansion became worse day by day.

Although Wen Zhang was ignored, he didn't take it to heart.

Because he knows that most people in the world are pursuing fame and fortune. Once he has power and influence, he will not be afraid of having no friends, nor will he be afraid of no one trying to curry favor with him.

——He just needs a chance.

A chance to take power.

Soon, this opportunity appeared in front of Wen Zhang.

As long as he kills Qiao Feng, the once powerful and domineering chief of the Beggars' Sect, what else will Wen Zhang 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 return to Beijing with success, he, Grand Tutor Cai, would not hesitate to give him even the position of Fu Zongshu!

As for how the failure happened, Cai Jing did not say, and Wen Zhang did not ask.

Because they all knew that if they failed, Wen Zhang would have no future, so what else was there to say?
Behind Wen Zhang, the eight swordsmen with swords on their waists were none other than the “Eight Great Sword Kings” who had protected Fang Ying in the past.

But even these eight swordsmanship masters who were feared throughout the capital and praised by Yuan Shisanxian as "eight swordsmen working together are invincible", were still not enough to carry out the main attack in today's battle.

They didn't even dare to approach, an area that only true masters could enter.

One of them was tall and thin, wearing a dark gray robe and carrying an old, heavy bag on his shoulder.

His right hand was resting on the bag on his left shoulder, and he exuded an extreme coldness.

It was a bone-chilling cold.

The chill is enough to freeze one's fighting spirit and cool one's fighting spirit.

It was this chill that made the eight sword kings dare not approach, and even wanted to stay away.

This person calls himself the seventh best in the world. Seventh should be a humble statement, but if "the world" is added as the prefix, it gives people the most intuitive feeling.

——Although he is not a crazy person, he is still a lunatic.

He is the apprentice of "Crazy Hao" Yuan Shisanxian. He is proficient in several unique skills of the Zizai Sect and has a special skill that can be combined with a certain magical weapon to unleash astonishing power.

It was precisely because of this unique skill that he became the most mysterious killer under Cai Jing and the one who never failed.

But what is shocking is that such a person who is cold to the core and chilly to the heart and soul actually has a hint of submissiveness towards Wen Zhang.

The other masters were originally not very convinced by Wen Zhang, the "chief commander" who was almost parachuted in, but after seeing this scene, they became a little more wary of him.

The person who was most afraid of Wen Zhang was a handsome young man wearing a white robe, standing with his hands behind his back, with a raised eyebrow and a look of arrogance amid his tiredness.

Because he once teamed up with "The Seventh in the World" to handle a major case in Fanlongpo, he knew the character of this "good friend" very well.

Even if his martial arts skills were as high as Yuan Shisanxian's, or his power was as great as Cai Jing and Cai Yuanchang, the "Seventh in the World" would only treat them as equals. How could he show such a submissive look?
This young man's name is Bai Choufei.

There were two other people who, although unaware of the dispute, could sense the chill from Number Seven Under Heaven and his attitude towards Wen Zhang, and they became alert.

Among them, one was a one-eared monk from the capital who was known as the "Thousand-Mile Divine Constable". In terms of ranking among the Six Gates, he was only below the "God of Constable", the "King of Constables", and Bazhou's number one constable, Huomulengdeng, the "Iron Suppressant Gate".

Even Liu Jiyan, the "divine detective" who was listed as one of the "Three Great Detectives", was far inferior to him in terms of martial arts and seniority.

This person has a very profound understanding of the "Four Transformations", has great merits and achievements, and his reputation is the greatest among the four people present.

The other person is completely different from the "Thousand-Mile Divine Detective". He is completely unknown. People only know that his name is Li Yanzong. He is a Western Xia master specially transferred from the command of King Zuo Wu by Cai Jing.

Not only was this person completely unknown, but his appearance was also ordinary. He dressed as a soldier and blended in with the officers and soldiers, just like a drop of water melting into the ocean, completely indistinguishable from them.

At this moment, the country inn shook violently, and the outer wall of the second floor facing the crowd completely shattered.

A golden figure rushed out from there, carrying with it thousands of pieces of wood debris, like a comet hitting the moon, dragging a long tail of energy, and crashing into the group of officers and soldiers.

Seven or eight soldiers were blocking his way. He stretched out his hands, and with the surge of internal force, he knocked the seven people away and moved forward about ten feet.

When the officers and soldiers reacted, they saw fifteen enemies in front, behind, and on both sides, hacking at him with swords, spears, and halberds.

Although this man was surrounded, his heroic and majestic figure could still be seen.

He flew his palms and instantly slapped the fifteen people to death, and then advanced another two feet!
This sturdy man, covered in blood, had brilliant golden flames in his blue eyes and his divine light surged as he headed straight for Wen Zhang.

Number Seven in the World, Bai Choufei, the One-Eared Divine Monk, and the Eight Sword Kings who were a step slower, immediately flew up, each using their famous skills to attack him.

The "Qiu Ji Palm" of the seventh best in the world, the "Shocking God Finger" of Bai Choufei, 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 meters of distance between Qiao Feng and Wen Zhang was suddenly filled with all kinds of internal forces, energy, and internal qi. The wind was surging, the air currents were swirling and cutting, the light and shadows were shaking, and everything was blurred.

In a flash, there was a loud and heroic laugh, followed by a loud and powerful roar that was even higher and louder than the laughter.

The long roar rose straight up, resounding through the night sky, echoing over and over again.

This sound is more noble than a tiger's roar, more powerful than a bull's roar, and more majestic than a whale's roar. Immediately, everyone present thought of a picture.

A gigantic creature rose into the air, dripping with water vapor, breaking through the clouds and mist, and rising straight into the sky. Its head and horns were prominent, and its scales were shining. It was actually a divine dragon!
It’s like a mythical beast in a legend, breaking free from the shackles of piles of old papers and being truly born into the world!

Among the people present, whether they had seen this palm technique before or not, they all recognized the man's martial arts skills.

——It is the Beggars’ Sect’s signature martial art, the Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms.

However, the Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms is considered the pinnacle of masculinity in all martial arts. But even this rumored highest realm still lacks a sense of boldness and momentum compared to this man's palm method.

There is naturally only one person in the world who can use such flamboyant martial arts so smoothly and skillfully, and display such a domineering palm technique so powerfully and vastly.

——The chief leader of the Beggars’ Sect, Qiao Feng!

——The palm technique that is more powerful than the Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms is naturally Qiao Feng’s Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms!
As the Dragon Subduing Palm was unleashed, a dragon roar shook the sky, and brilliant golden flames surged, overwhelming all colors, as if illuminating half the sky!
Even Yue Fei, who was in the dark, was shocked.

Although he has always admired Qiao Feng, Qiao Feng has always looked weak and seriously injured since the two met.

It is like an old dragon with its scales faded and covered with scars. Although it still has power, it can only curl up, weak and ugly, and lie dormant in the shallows.

But at this moment, Qiao Feng had swept away all his previous fatigue and pain. He seemed to be stretching his body, leaping into the boundless sky, riding on the whistling wind, and flying freely and heartily!

Yue Fei's eyes even gleamed with excitement.

Although he knew that such an outburst could not last long and was not a good thing for Qiao Feng, he still could not help but be impressed by his demeanor. He was so excited that he almost jumped up and yelled.

Bang!
Bai Choufei covered his chest and flew back, his brocade clothes in disarray.

The one-eared monk activated the "Qi Transformation Method" of the "Four Transformations Method". Although he suffered no internal injuries, he was still shocked and retreated five steps.

The sword formation formed by the eight sword kings was completely defeated.

Miao Bafang, the master of Miao family sword, Cai Xiaotou, who mastered the unique Lingding sword, and the brothers of Xinyang Xiao family, whose sword techniques were one hard and one soft, were all killed on the spot by the fierce energy until their swords broke!
Although Number Seven in the World also took Qiao Feng's palm strike head-on, he did not use the palm force to transform it into something else like Bai Choufei and the one-eared monk did. Instead, he ignored the palm force surging in his body, sprayed a mouthful of scarlet water into the sky, and rushed forward again to kill.

During this rush, he shook his shoulders violently, and the bag fell into his palm. This movement was even smoother than flowing water and incredibly fast.

Even the few surviving sword masters could not catch the specific movements of the Seventh in the World.

They only felt a flash before their eyes, and their vision was filled with overwhelming and surging golden light, leaving no room for anything else.

Bai Choufei and the one-eared monk sensed the sharp momentum coming from behind them, and their faces changed drastically. They flashed and were already three meters away, and without stopping, they flashed again and were seven meters away again.

Thousands of tiny, flickering golden rays burst out from the bundle in the seventh person's hand, as if the yellow, old, torn and worn bundle had instantly transformed into the scorching sun that dominated the world.

It is the unique skill, secret technique, and killer move of the seventh best in the world:
A thousand suns in your hands!
This is a kind of sword technique that was summarized and compiled by the Seventh General in the World based on his life-long learning. It is a sword technique that puts momentum first, follows the general trend, and is unstoppable, so it is named "Momentum Sword".

As long as he has the upper hand, his opponents will be killed by his sword sooner or later. The sword is just a form, and the momentum is the main thing.

However, “A Thousand Suns in the Hands” is not just a simple sword technique, it also combines the “Zizai Mentality Method” passed down by Yuan Shisanxian.

The "Zizai Mentality" can refine human emotions into all kinds of real power. The more abundant the emotions are, the stronger the power that can be exerted.

Just like the martial arts that Yuan Shisan is best at are "The Divine Art of Forbearance", "The Palm of Extreme Revenge" and "The Fist of Extreme Hatred".

This is because he had been suppressed by Zhuge Zhengwo all his life, and because of his arrogance and conceit, he felt extremely humiliated, and thus "endured the humiliation", and then was "extremely hostile" and "hateful".

Later, Yuan Shisan passed on the "Extreme Hatred Palm" and "Extreme Hate Fist" to No. 7 in the World because he saw that this was a man with great ambitions, who was unwilling to be inferior to others and was full of hatred towards those who were in a higher position than himself.

Such a person cannot achieve the right path, but can achieve great success by being extremely treacherous and evil in the evil and demonic ways. If he wants to become extremely treacherous and evil, he will naturally have to step on the most upright, fair, and righteous person in the world to get to the top.

——Qiao Feng is undoubtedly such a person.

The Seventh Under Heaven is now using his "power sword" to fully unleash his "extreme hatred" and "intense resentment" for Qiao Feng, the true sun. In combination with the magical weapon on his body, which looks like a burden but is actually extremely powerful, he is able to unleash the unprecedented "Thousand Suns in His Hands"!
Before Number Seven in the World made his move, he had already gained control of the "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 caused Qiao Feng to fall into such a situation. It was also Cai Jing's power that enabled the Seventh in the World to still occupy the upper hand and use his power to overwhelm others even though he was obviously weaker than Qiao Feng!

He did not feel ashamed of this, but instead felt an indescribable pleasure.

The light was too dazzling, too blinding, and too compelling, as if the sun had truly descended. The sound of explosions continued, completely covering the area within ten feet around Qiao Feng.

But this light was not scorching, let alone blazing. Even the golden light that should have been brilliant and brilliant, in the hands of the Seventh in the World, seemed so cold and eerie, like gold cultivated and squeezed out from countless flesh and blood corpses.

The incomparable light shot up into the sky, illuminating the dilapidated house behind Qiao Feng and the bloody path he had walked along the way. It also made this heroic man who had always stood firm look like a god, majestic and awe-inspiring.

Of course, Qiao Feng could feel the pleasure and sense of accomplishment surging in the heart of Number Seven Under Heaven, as well as his hatred for himself.

But in terms of hatred, the current Qiao Feng is definitely a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times more than the seventh in the world!

He did not hate others for his own misfortune, but for the countless comrades who fought for him and even sacrificed for him. He also hated the countless brothers in the Beggars' Gang who were displaced, their families broken up, and had to become beggars!

During this short but tragic escape, Qiao Feng thoroughly understood through his own personal experience why the world had become so corrupt and why his Beggars' Sect had become so powerful.

It’s all because this country is rotten to the core and is completely bad!

Such hatred is something that a selfish person like Tianxia Qishi could never understand or feel.

Just ask, how can we resist the "Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms" driven by such hatred, the seventh-best cold sun in the world, even if there are one thousand or ten thousand of them? How can we resist it? !
In the cold golden light, a brilliant, blazing, and dazzling gold appeared again. This was not just golden light, but a bright golden flame.

There was another loud explosion, and the yellow bundle in the hands of No. 7 Under Heaven exploded immediately. Wen Zhang's eyes were red with anger, and he cried out in shock:
"My son!"

The masters then understood that the reason why the mysterious master No. 7 in the World was so respectful to Wen Zhang was because this man was actually Wen Zhang’s biological son!

This scholar of deep character immediately flew up, and with abundant, fierce and inexhaustible authentic Shaolin inner strength, he activated the "East China Sea Water Cloud Sleeve Skill", trying to catch the body of the seventh best in the world.

But at this moment, a voice burning like a flame rang in his ears:

"Are you the only one in the world who has a son?!"

Along with this sound, a worm-like sword light flashed in the darkness.

Although Wen Zhang turned his head in time and used the Shaolin secret "Big Vajra Pestle", he still had a piece of his arm cut off.

Although he was injured, he remained calm. He stretched out his intact left arm and wanted to use the "Vajra Fist" to exchange blows with the attacker, but was pierced through from top to bottom by a large iron spear that pierced out from the ground.

When Wen Zhang died, the Seventh Best in the World in mid-air also exploded into pieces, with blood and minced meat splattered everywhere.

After seeing Yue Fei and the war monk cooperate with each other and kill Wen Zhang in one fell swoop, Qiao Feng also breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the strategy they had decided on before the war: capture the leader first.

Qiao Feng has already seen that almost every one of these people has ulterior motives, and it is only because of this middle-aged scholar that they can be united as one.

Therefore, he immediately selected Wen Zhang as the main target, and broke out of the inn alone, ordered the war monks and Yue Fei to secretly dig a tunnel, and took advantage of the chaotic battle situation to rush out and kill Wen Zhang on the spot.

Given Wen Zhang's deep scheming and the fact that he is protected by a group of experts, he would not reveal his flaws easily. The implementation of this plan was fraught with difficulties.

In fact, the three of them were already prepared. If they could not succeed in one go, they would disturb the enemy and then retreat again.

But they didn't anticipate two things:
One:

Number Seven Under Heaven, a gloomy killer who always uses any means necessary and flees thousands of miles away if he misses a strike, is surprisingly brave at this moment. He takes the force of the Dragon Subduing Palm and tries to block Qiao Feng's way.

two:
They didn't expect that the Seventh in the World was actually Wen Zhang's son. Seeing that the Seventh in the World was in trouble, Wen Zhang, who was supposed to be the most difficult to conquer, was actually shocked and revealed such a big flaw.

Therefore, the warrior monk and Yue Fei immediately seized the opportunity and completed the task in one fell swoop.

Qiao Feng was so happy that his heartstrings couldn't help but relax.

He was already seriously injured, and he had just fought off the Dragon Subduing Palm attack of Bai Choufei and others with great effort. The palm attack that killed No. 7 in the World was even more powerful, making his injuries even more serious.

It can be seen that during this moment of relaxation, a hand came silently from the darkness.

The hand's movements were extremely gentle, and its fingers were extremely slender, just like a young girl out for a spring outing. She came across a delicate little flower on the way and was so delighted that she wanted to pick it and take it home to treasure.

Qiao Feng immediately felt something was wrong and was shocked.

He was a man who had experienced many battles, and had recently encountered a series of hard, bitter and bloody battles. His sensitivity was beyond the reach of ordinary masters. Although he did not know where the attack came from, he reacted in time.

The burly man's body curled up into a ball and rolled to the ground. He rolled three or four times before he regained the appearance of Qiao Feng.

The so-called divine dragon can, when big, create clouds and fog, or when small, hide its shape. Qiao Feng had already mastered the essence of the divine dragon's transformation, and engraved it into his bones and soul.

Even if he was attacked suddenly, he would be able to react.

Even the man who attacked him secretly could not have imagined that someone of Qiao Feng's status and position could use such ungraceful movements, and his finger techniques missed immediately.

Just where Qiao Feng had just stood, a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a chilling chill, and created a circular hole in the ground that was bottomless.

But although Qiao Feng avoided the finger, his old strength was gone and his new strength had not yet been generated, and the man was already attacking him like a shadow.

It is like the ghost of Qiao Feng’s enemy in his previous life, who will be entangled with this great enemy for generations to come and will not stop until he reaches hell.

It was not until this moment that Qiao Feng could see the man's appearance clearly. He had ordinary features, ordinary looks, and ordinary body. Everything about him was so ordinary, just like a common soldier in a military camp.

When Qiao Feng was assisting the Song army on the northern battlefield, he had seen too many people like this and was very familiar with this temperament.

But he never thought that which other soldier could possess such powerful skills and such superb martial arts.

Qiao Feng had studied martial arts in Shaolin before, so he naturally recognized that the move he had just used was the "Flower Picking Finger", one of the 72 Shaolin unique skills.

But even among the outstanding monks of the Xuan generation of Shaolin, few can have such profound attainments in the Flower-Picking Finger.

Just as Qiao Feng recovered and took a step back, the man slapped him with his palm again.

This time it is no longer the Shaolin Flower Picking Finger, but the Wudang Yin and Soft Palm.

This palm technique was originally designed to accumulate Yin energy in one place, layer by layer, and continuously penetrate into the enemy's internal organs, killing people without being seen.

However, this mysterious master dressed as a soldier actually unleashed a surging masculine force from this palm technique, with overlapping palm forces covering Qiao Feng's entire body.

He also knew that although Qiao Feng was seriously injured, it would still be very difficult to kill this incredibly resilient leader since he had lost the initiative.

The purpose of using this soft and gentle palm attack is to aggravate the opponent's injuries and pave the way for the subsequent siege.

Although Qiao Feng understood his plan, he had no choice but to fight at this critical moment.

His hair and beard turned golden again. He raised his right palm and slapped the man. He groaned, and some scarlet blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, which instantly evaporated into blood mist.

Although the man was more seriously injured than Qiao Feng, and even his arm was broken, he knew that his strategy had succeeded:

In fact, it is very simple to make this judgment:
With Qiao Feng's martial arts skills, he was not able to kill himself after being hit suddenly, but only broke one arm. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

The man was about to leave in delight when he saw a fierce light flash across Qiao Feng's emerald green pupils, and his aura became even more violent and wanton.

At this moment, Qiao Feng did not look like the supreme and noble dragon, but more like the celestial wolf that swallowed the moon!

His right palm suddenly changed its shape, with five fingers spread out into a claw. He grabbed the man's wrist and pulled it back violently.

There was a hissing sound, and the two figures suddenly came together and then separated, and blood splattered in the sky.

The mysterious master staggered back, his face full of pain, his left hand covering his right shoulder, bleeding profusely.

When he saw Qiao Feng again, he also took a few steps back with a pale face, but in his hand he was holding an arm that was broken at the root with exposed bones.

——With that one move just now, the mysterious master had his right arm torn off by Qiao Feng!
During this delay, Bai Choufei and the one-eared monk rushed forward to kill them. The war monk also drew out his curved sword that was as winding as an earthworm, took earthworm-like steps, and held the sword horizontally in front of the two men.

Yue Fei also rushed over with one hand holding the big iron spear, picked up Qiao Feng and fled outside.

Although the mysterious master had lost his arm, he still refused to give in. He used his Qinggong skills to chase Yue Fei closely. He stared at the backs of the two men with an extremely sinister look and shouted miserably:

"Qiao Feng, I, Li Yanzong, will take your life today!"

Yue Fei sensed the resentment in the man's words and was shocked and realized that this was a rare master. He did not dare to look back and just ran forward.

Qiao Feng was behind him, his body shaking and vomiting blood continuously. Yue Fei could even feel the blood wetting his robe and the warm touch of his shoulders.

While coughing up blood, Qiao Feng spoke intermittently:
"Little brother, put me down and go first. I can still fight..."

Yue Fei could clearly feel every tremor of the body on his back, and naturally knew Qiao Feng's current condition. He ignored him and just kept moving forward.

He didn't know how far he had run, but there was a dense forest ahead.

Li Yanzong had obviously adapted to the pain of his broken arm, and his movements became faster and faster, and he was getting closer and closer.

At this moment, a dull tiger roar sounded in the forest, along with a voice more powerful than that of a tiger:
"Little brother, take Boss Qiao away!"

Yue Fei was familiar with this way of speaking. He had also experienced this kind of power in the war monk and Qiao Feng. It was a kind of masculinity that was worthy of everyone's trust.

Yue Fei had no energy to waste at this point. He didn't even look up at the man's face, and rushed past that extremely broad body.

Just as they passed each other, he smelled an extremely strong smell of blood. Obviously, this person was also seriously injured.

After running about five or six feet, Yue Fei heard Li Yanzong's shrill howl and a burst of heroic and generous laughter:

"Shen Huchan, you are looking for death!"

"It's hard to say who is seeking death!"

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 surged again in his originally cold and heavy chest.

But at this moment, an old but powerful voice sounded from afar:
"Shen Huchan, it's your misfortune to meet me, Ye Yunmie!"

"Shen Huchan, you tiger, you can't escape today even if you have wings!"

Under the moonlight, Shen Huchan stood with his sword in his hand, looking at Li Yanzong with a broken arm in front of him, an old man, a middle-aged monk who was missing a finger, and a short monk with a sharp look.

He glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice:
"Grandpa Magic Oil, Multi-Fingered Monk, and this one..."

Looking at that person, Shen Huchan's eyes became solemn, and his tone became heavier than ever before:
"The contemporary lord of the Wutai Mountain lineage, the Master of the Divine Mountain, the two of them are fine, but I didn't expect that someone of your rank would also be used by Cai Jing?"

The Wutai Mountain lineage was a small family in the past, but in this generation it produced four great masters at once, and it immediately became a powerful sect in the martial arts world.

Three of them are the "Multi-Fingered Sword and Seven-Arrow" among the six great masters in the world, Multi-Fingered Toutuo, "Sword and Horse" Gu Foying, and "Red Robe and Hundred Bags" Seven-Arrow Master.

But it is universally acknowledged that the strongest person in Mount Wutai is still the leader of the sect, the Divine Mountain Master.

The Hermit of Shenshan smiled slightly and said in a dignified manner:
"Elder Xu of the Beggars' Sect is my senior brother. Now there is a spy from the Liao Kingdom in the Beggars' Sect. I will eliminate this scourge for my senior brother."

As soon as Shen Huchan heard the words of the Master of Shenshan, he knew that today's matter would not end well.

Under normal circumstances, Shen Huchan would not be afraid at all even if the four people joined forces. But now, he has broken through numerous obstacles and rushed here from thousands of miles away, and his skills have been greatly reduced.

If I want to fight to the death, I'm afraid...

Knowing that he was about to fight to the death, Shen Huchan did not feel the slightest fear in his heart. He pointed the Ananda knife in his hand diagonally with a calm expression.

Seeing his appearance, the mountain master laughed again and said:

"Shen Huchan, do you think that by stopping the four of us, that guy can escape with Qiao Feng, the Liao spy?"

Ye Yunmie also sneered:
"If Qiao Feng falls into our hands, he can still keep his body intact. But if Lin Zi and his men succeed, hey."

Shen Huchan's expression changed. He had just come out of the forest but did not sense any living creature.

This proves only one thing:

——There is a master waiting for Qiao Feng in the forest, he must be an extremely terrifying person!

While Shen Huchan's face was shocked, several people from Shenshan Mountain attacked at the same time and killed the seriously injured tiger!
Just as the desperate fight was unfolding outside the forest, Yue Fei had already rushed into the forest with Qiao Feng on his back with a determined attitude. After walking a few hundred steps, a deep pool could be vaguely seen among the thick leaves.

The pool was clear, with the moon reflected in the sky, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere. Yue Fei was in the pool and felt that the flashing swords and bloody storms had all faded away in an instant.

But Qiao Feng suddenly raised his head, exerted force, broke free from Yue Fei, and stretched out his strong arms to protect the young man behind his back.

In the dense forest, someone sighed:
"What a perceptive chief."

Along with 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 from the woods on the right, and a middle-aged man walked from the woods on the left.

Qiao Feng looked at them, his eyes narrowed:
"Old, middle-aged, young?"

The young man nodded slowly and said softly:
"There are four more murderers."

Following the young man's voice, four people of different appearances slowly walked out.

There were three men and one woman. One of them, the most imposing and upright man, looked at Qiao Feng with a look of pain in his eyes:
"Boss Qiao, I'm sorry."

This man is none other than Yan Zhao, who is known as one of the "three great drinkers in the martial arts world" together with Qiao Feng, and is also known as the "coffin-splitting master with his divine hands."

The handsome young man looked at Qiao Feng and said:

"Changshan Jiuyou Divine Lord has also arrived in person."

When this name was mentioned, the other six masters present, although all of them were people of profound merit, could not help but shudder.

They could even sense that, along with the young man's voice, a chilly air was emerging from the darkness.

This chill was not as sharp as the one at Number Seven Under Heaven. It made people feel more like they were in a mass grave, with resentment rising to the sky and wronged souls lingering around them, as if they were being dragged into the Netherworld by invisible ghost claws.

Even though the six of them pushed their powers to the limit in order to find the source of the cold air before fighting Qiao Feng, they still found nothing.

The Lord of the Nine Netherworlds who was lurking in the dark seemed to be amused by their actions, and he deliberately sneered with mockery and sarcasm.

But even this laughter seemed to come from all directions, and there was no source to be found.

The handsome young man, who was also the childhood sweetheart of the "old, middle-aged and young" trio, looked at Qiao Feng again, with a hint of pity and regret in his tone, and sighed:

"Qiao Feng, your strong allies have been intercepted on the road by our men, and Zhang Tianji is trapped in the encirclement of the 'Capture King' and the 'Capture God'.

We have also prepared a big gift for the new leader of the Xiaoyao Sect. This time, you will not be able to escape.

With your dignity, if you surrender, we can still ensure that you will live a life of wealth and glory."

Even without using his eyes to see, Qiao Feng knew how dangerous this battle was just by using his spiritual sense to feel the aura of everyone in the forest.

Even with Qiao Feng's fighting spirit and resilience, he had to admit that he was in a desperate situation and saw no chance of survival.

But so what? !

Qiao Feng ripped off his clothes, revealing his sturdy body covered with scars. This was the first time Yue Fei saw Qiao Feng with so many wounds on his body.

But the scars don't make people feel tragic, but instead make people feel inspired.

Because even these scars could not defeat this man. He still survived without changing his attitude and even became more brave!
Qiao Feng took a deep breath, and his blood rushed through his body like burning magma, boiling as if it was about to burn. He looked down at everyone present with a haughty look and laughed proudly:

"Even if you rats come together, I, Qiao Feng, will not be afraid!"

At this moment, another extremely clear voice was heard coming from outside the forest.

"Brother Qiao, you are so courageous!"

Everyone present was an expert, so they could naturally sense that the voice was still three miles away when it said the word "Qiao".

When the word "魂" was pronounced, the owner of the voice had already rushed to the center of the forest.

The moonlight dimmed, a figure flashed, and a man in green clothes landed in front of Qiao Feng and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

The man in green looked extremely ethereal in the moonlight, with his clothes fluttering and his sleeves billowing, as if he had just descended to the mortal world on the wind, and his whole body exuded a rich immortal aura.

He looked at Qiao Feng, his expression calm, and casually threw something out, saying with a smile:
"It seems that I am not too late."

When everyone looked closely, they saw that the thing was a sword blade that was as white as jade.

They were all well-informed and famous people, so they naturally recognized that this sword was clearly Liu Dufeng's treasure:
White Water Sword!
Now that Baishui's sword is broken, where is the God Catcher? Where is the King Catcher?

When everyone thought of this, they looked at the young man in blue and couldn't help but be shocked.

He looked at Qing Meizhu again, smiled slightly, and said:
"Cai Yuanchang is quite particular. He knew that my Xiaoyao Sect had just reopened its gates and was in a period of reconstruction, so he sent me a big gift.

I just don’t know what kind of gift it is.”

This sentence immediately made everyone understand the identity of the visitor. It was actually the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, who was in the limelight in the martial arts world, and the lawless Xu Xing Xu Ta Fa!

(End of this chapter)