Qiao Feng discovered that the opponent's swordsmanship was extremely exquisite. It was not that he had any restraint on his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but that he had certain constraints on his fists and kicks. He really could come out of everything and penetrate into everything. Unfathomable.
However, compared to Qiao Feng's fright, Murong Fu's fear was not less.
The opponent's martial arts is not like Li Qiu Shui's. He moves very quickly and the flaws disappear in a flash. Even if he can detect the vital points of the opponent's moves, he can't attack them.
On the contrary, Qiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm moves are simple and powerful. Although the changes are unreasonable, he can also see the flaws in them. The strange thing is that every time he wants to attack the opponent's flaws, Qiao Feng could always avoid his attacks at critical moments, or use extremely clever tricks to resolve them.
This puzzled Murong Fu a lot. He knew that the opponent's physique was special and that his martial arts strength did not lie in the strength of his moves. Even the ordinary Taizu boxing technique had infinite power in his hands.
But such an outrageous situation still gave Murong Fu the urge to scold his mother.
Is it possible that no one in this world can kill Qiao Feng, and only he can kill himself?
Murong Fu didn't believe in evil, so he immediately used the airtight sword energy to cover all the veins in the opponent's body, making it impossible for him to escape.
Even if I can't kill you, I will still kill you. Is it possible that you, Qiao Feng, can still escape when surrounded by hundreds of cavalry?
Murong Fu's heart became violent because he couldn't help but think of this.
As long as Qiao Feng doesn't die, the two of them will have a fight in the future. If there is a chance, Murong Fu will naturally strike first and put his opponent to death.
He originally thought that with his current martial arts, he could kill the opponent, but after a fight, he finally understood why no one could defeat Qiao Feng in a duel.
Isn’t this just pure and innocent?
While Qiao Feng was tired of dealing with Murong Fu's sword skills, he was thinking about how to get out of trouble. Suddenly he saw that the opponent's sword skills suddenly became sharper. An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped his whole body. He immediately took out a sword from his sleeve robe. The green bamboo stick comes to protect the key points all over the body.
But under the opponent's dense sword energy, he still couldn't take everything into consideration, and he suffered a few sword wounds on his body.
There's drama!
Seeing that Qiao Feng was injured, Murong Fu felt a surge of confidence in his heart again. Seeing that the opponent changed his stick technique, he used the "spear-breaking style" of Dugu's Nine Swords. The sword technique became more ethereal and erratic, compared to what he had just done. Cleverly and coherently, every time the sword was thrust out, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.
Qiao Feng could no longer calm down, and his expression changed drastically.
Why did he still have the lingering feeling of being with the opponent when he made a move after he changed his dog-fighting stick method?
Is there such a weird swordsmanship in the world?
Not long after, he received new injuries, but he was always able to avoid the vital points by clever tricks.
This also made Murong Fu sigh, knowing that killing Qiao Feng would not be easier than dealing with Li Qiushui.
Seeing that Qiao Feng was in jail, not only surrounded by Xixia troops, but also dragged by a powerful enemy. When Helian Tieshu was sure of victory, suddenly there was a sound of horse hooves galloping like thunder, rolling up the yellow sand in the sky, and rushing towards here. .
Thick smoke billowed up, and a raging flame surged into the sky. Everyone present was expressionless. The horses under the seats were frightened and fled away into the distance.
Murong Fu's heart shuddered. He looked towards the direction of the flames and saw dozens of war horses galloping wildly, pulling behind them the haystacks of carriages that were burned by the fire. As sparks flew everywhere, the hay beside the road was also ignited. Coupled with the strong wind, it looked like a wave of fire, capsizing everyone like a landslide and tsunami.
Among the horses, a man was galloping with a whip. It was Wu Changfeng, one of the four elders of the Beggar Clan.
"Damn it!"
Murong Fu couldn't help but curse secretly. Seeing that the war horse was already running towards him, he hurriedly moved aside for fear of being affected.
"Gang Leader Qiao, leave quickly!"
Wu Changfeng waved the soft whip in his hand, picked up Qiao Feng, and threw him behind him.
Seeing that Wu Changfeng was about to risk his life to save him from leaving, Qiao Feng's heart suddenly surged with passion, and the true energy in his body surged, as if it was inexhaustible. He immediately used the Dragon Capturing Technique to block Wu Changfeng by a foot. He took it out of his hands, launched Qinggong, flew through the sea of fire, and fled towards the distance.
Murong Fu's eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost.
The Capturing Dragon Technique can indeed capture objects from a distance, but at most it can only capture some weapons. For example, if the opponent directly grabs a person in his hand, it is simply beyond the scope of this martial art, not to mention it is still only one foot away. So far away, how much profound skill does it take to do this?
Murong Fu believed that even old monsters like Li Qiu Shui or Wu Yazi might not be able to do it. Even if they managed to do it, they would not be as relaxed as Qiao Feng. After rescuing people, they would not be able to breathe for a while. He used Qinggong to escape.
"This man is indeed my most powerful enemy in my life. If I let him escape today, I'm afraid I will never have the chance to kill him again!"
Thinking of this, Murong Fu immediately started Qinggong and chased after him.
Without Wu Changfeng's bridle control, those war horses would have fled in all directions, and the surging fire would also collapse.
Helian Tieshu was almost affected by the fire and climbed up from the ground in disgrace.
Seeing Qiao Feng escaping, he immediately became furious and ordered everyone to continue the pursuit and be sure to drive out and kill everyone in the Beggar Clan.
Looking at the two people who were eager to escape in the distance, Murong Fu used Lingbo Weibu to stop them before they were about to enter the dangerous pass in front of them.
Qiao Feng knew that as long as they entered Yingchou Gorge, the Xixia cavalry would not be able to exert their advantage and would definitely give them a chance to escape. He immediately used his palm force to send Wu Changfeng into it and stopped Murong Fu alone.
"Gang Leader Qiao!"
Wu Changfeng reluctantly wanted to help him, but Qiao Feng stopped him.
"Don't worry about me, you go first and someone will pick you up!"
"You are such a kind and righteous Gang Leader Qiao. Don't worry. I will kill Gang Leader Qiao as long as he leads you. I, Li Yanzong, promise that I will never embarrass the elders of your gang."
Murong Fu admired the other party, but this did not prevent him from killing Qiao Feng.
Hearing this, Qiao Feng laughed and said: "I, Qiao Feng, have a reputation for life. I would rather die standing than commit suicide under a few words of intimidation. If you are really capable, I, Qiao Feng, can take my life!"
While he was talking, he took off the wine bag from his waist, opened the cork, and began to drink heavily. The wine slid down the corner of his mouth, looking wanton and heroic, and overwhelming the mountains and rivers.
Murong Fu's face turned gloomy as he said, "In a life-and-death battle, Gang Leader Qiao is too underestimated!"
He knew that after Qiao Feng drank, he would become more drunk and gain more mental strength, which would make him more difficult to deal with. Immediately, a sword energy passed through him, cutting off half of his wine bag and spilling the wine all over the floor.
Qiao Feng saw that although he had cut open his wine bag, he did not strike him with a sword. He was honest and aboveboard, but he was a bit stingy and wasted his good wine.
