Chapter 163 Qiao Feng's Bloody Battle at Juxianzhuang

"Okay, I won't go home until I'm drunk!" Su Changqing couldn't hide his admiration in his heart.

He is really the first person in the martial arts world, one of a kind in the ages. At this stage of Qiao Feng, he has been nurturing the invincible fighting spirit for ten years.

No matter whether you are a martial saint or a purple mansion, I dare to fight you!

Zuo Zixiong, Zuo Qianhu has been loyal to the emperor and patriotic all his life, and he has such a fighting spirit that dominates the world. Even if you are a Buddha, an immortal, or a demon, you dare to draw your sword and fight.

"Aren't you going to make a move?"

Qiao Feng drank the severance wine with the Beggars' Gang and said calmly.

"If you don't make a move, I'll come first." Qiao Feng moved the dragon-catching hand in his hand, and the golden light was dazzling, immeasurable and unparalleled, like a residual shadow, and dozens of people in front of him had their weapons taken away by him in an instant.

Dozens of long swords came at the same time, the cold light piercing the bones, and went straight to Qiao Feng's head.

Qiao Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he instantly bent down and swung out with one hand. Dozens of steel knives were broken by him like a dead tree or rotten wood. The weapons were shattered and scattered. The nearest few people screamed miserably, and were pierced by the broken blades, and blood splashed into the sky.

He had already stopped holding back. If he held back at this moment, he would surely die!

"Brother, you attack the left, I attack the right, and kill this Khitan man!"

Tan Po and Zhao Qiansun stepped forward, focusing on Qiao Feng's lower body and legs, while Tan Gong rushed to the door.

Qiao Feng did not panic at all. He had fighting experience that no one in the world could match. He slowly stepped back two steps, broke through the air with his feet, and first defeated Tan Po and Zhao Qiansun.

Then he rolled his legs suddenly and kicked Tan Gong in front of him dozens of meters away, until he fell to the ground. Tan Gong spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes horrified.

"Why are these youngsters more terrifying than each other?"

Mr. Tan and Mrs. Tan, Zhao Qiansun could hardly accept it. They had practiced hard for decades, but they were defeated like withered trees and rotten wood in front of Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng landed safely. There were dozens of long swords coming from below. He broke a long sword with one hand, and swept it lightly. The true energy broke through the air, and several people were beheaded and blood was scattered in the sky.

He was really terrifying. When he was fully combative, there were few people in the world who could defeat him.

Looking at the dozens of people who were gradually surrounding and killing him, Qiao Feng frowned slightly, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms swept across the sky. Countless stone walls in the manor exploded, and several people died tragically, and blood flowed.

"You Khitan dog thief, you have done many evil things!"

"Master Xuanku, foreigners are not necessarily worthy of being killed! Not all of them are evil! Shaolin Bodhidharma is also a foreigner, why don't you see others scolding him!"

"What capital do you, a Khitan, have to be compared with Bodhidharma? You killed your master, father and mother, and it's hard to justify yourself!" Xuanku Buddha Angry Vajra said coldly.

"You keep calling me a Khitan dog thief and a foreigner. Well, today I will fight you with my Taizu Changquan against your Tianzhu magic skills!" Qiao Feng's heart was churning, and he took a deep breath.

He was furious, and he punched with a single fist. There was no trace of true energy, but it was crisp and fierce, and the fist wind was mighty, opening and closing, and the punch was like thunder.

Xuanku was defeated in just a dozen moves, and was knocked away by Qiao Feng's punch. He was shocked and couldn't accept it for a while.

A man came from behind with a single sword. Qiao Feng turned his back to the opponent, his hands were suspended in the air, and he grabbed him with his backhand, instantly breaking his neck. Suddenly, his eyes were startled.

That was Xi Sanqi, the elder of the Beggar Gang.

Qiao Feng felt lonely in an instant, staring at Xi Sanqi who was pulled back by the Beggar Gang.

He lost his mind, and the next moment, dozens of long swords suddenly came from behind at the same time. Qiao Feng's hair stood on end in an instant. He turned his body, but his back was still cut by two swords, and blood stained his clothes.

Countless martial arts masters came again, almost cutting Qiao Feng into pieces. Qiao Feng was hit by two swords, but he became more and more courageous, unparalleled in the world, and he mastered palm, fist, and leg techniques. He could almost be said to be a close distance, and he could defeat everyone in the world!

Murong Fu rushed over, his long sword broke through the air, and was caught by Qiao Feng with both hands, breaking the long sword and holding it high above his head, domineering and unparalleled.

"Even Murong Fu is not a match for this man?" Everyone said in shock.

This scene was simply soul-stirring. Murong Fu had just killed two long-established Tiangang masters with his own hands.

Murong Fu struggled to get up, turned over like a swallow, jumped up, landed on the eaves, stared at Qiao Feng below, with a horrified look.

Is he really that weak?

Countless people were beheaded by Qiao Feng, and blood was flowing, almost like a human head Jingguan. Hundreds of martial arts masters died.

Xuan Ku came to the front again. Last time, he fought for more than ten moves, but this time, he was strangled by Qiao Feng's neck after only two moves. He would die in the next moment.

"Qiao Feng is a martial artist from Shaolin. How can he kill a Shaolin monk? Well, I will die today, so I will kill one less person." Qiao Feng sighed softly.

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