Zongwu: Whether the martial arts world is in chaos or not, I, Qiao Feng, have the final say

Lian Xing frowned slightly, looking at He Bi Weng who was glaring at her, without flinching.

He Bi Weng's palms were filled with cold energy, and he was about to challenge Lian Xing, but he heard Zhao Min's order from behind.

"Ignore her, kill Qiao Feng first."

Hebi Weng glared at Lianxing and the little beggar again, turned around and joined the battle. The two Xuanming elders joined forces to besiege Qiao Feng.

The little beggar looked at Lianxing in front of him curiously, and after noticing the disability of her left hand and left foot, he shook his head secretly.

But Lianxing focused all her attention on the battle.

She believed that the Mingyu Gong of Yihua Palace was not inferior to any internal martial arts, and the Yihua Jieyu Palm Method was also extremely exquisite. It was just that people in the martial arts world were not familiar with the Yihua Palace martial arts, otherwise it was not certain whether the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was the best palm method in the world.

In the field, the sound of dragon roars accompanied Qiao Feng's moves. Even though the Xuanming Divine Palm of the two people was powerful, it was unable to cause effective damage to Qiao Feng for a while.

"What a domineering palm technique. In this respect, the"Moving Flowers and Jade" is not as good as the"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms". In terms of the exquisiteness of the moves, the"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" is not as good as the"Moving Flowers and Jade". It seems that the two palm techniques have their own merits."

Lian Xing was amazed in her heart, and her expression became slightly solemn.

She seldom walked in the martial arts world. The fierce reputation of the"Moving Flowers and Jade" Palace was completely caused by her sister Yaoyue.

This time when she came out to the martial arts world, she found that the whole martial arts world seemed to be more exciting than before.

The"Mysterious Nether Palm" was domineering, and the"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm" was even more domineering. If it were not for the two of them working together but fighting alone, the"Mysterious Nether Palm" would probably have been defeated by now.

Murong Fu, Qiu Qianren and others who were dragged away by their own retainers were pale at this moment, without the slightest bit of life.

Judging from this battle, Qiao Feng didn't use his true strength to fight them just now.

When he found that the cold poison of the"Mysterious Nether Palm" was not a threat to Qiao Feng At that moment, the two Xuanming Elders secretly thought that it was not good.

But since the two had already made a move, there was absolutely no way they would give up like this.

After a glance, each of them had a plan in mind, and the power of the Xuanming Divine Palm suddenly changed. Lu Zhangke was fighting with Qiao Feng, while He Biweng was speeding up his exercise, accumulating strength while moving around.

Qiao Feng naturally saw it, but the strength of the two Xuanming Elders was a solid mid-stage grandmaster. If they wanted to defeat Lu Zhangke, they would have to use at least thirty moves.

At this moment, suddenly there was a violent fluctuation of breath that spread in all directions.

Everyone looked at the roof next to them in astonishment, only to hear a dragon roar, and a dragon-shaped energy soared into the sky.

"What kind of hero is two against one? Today, the Eighteen Dragon Palms will be against the Mysterious Palm. The old beggar is itching to fight."

Hong Qigong on the roof laughed and swooped down, and immediately replaced Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng, after a moment of astonishment, pulled himself away to face Hebi Weng.

Just because of the time it took for Hong Qigong to speak a few words, he had already broken through the bottleneck of the peak of the Grandmaster and reached the realm of the Grandmaster.

Although he was still not Lu Zhangke's opponent, with the Eighteen Dragon Palms against the Mysterious Palm, Lu Zhangke could not defeat him in a short time.

The besiegers were so excited in their hearts, the two Xuanming elders fighting against the leaders of the North and South Beggars.

The Mysterious Palm against the Eighteen Dragon Palms.

Two against two, this is not unfair at all.

Hebi Weng's forehead was sweating, and he had to fight hastily when he saw Qiao Feng's flying dragon in the sky.

There was a cold breath condensing in his palm, and the temperature around him also decreased a little.

"Qiao Feng, if you can take my palm, I will spare your life today."

He Bi Weng gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

Then, he suddenly hit out with his right palm, and the surging palm power mixed with cold air swept over, carrying the cold poison to cover Qiao Feng's whole body.

Qiao Feng was not afraid at all. He was now in the early stage of the Grandmaster, and the opponent was only in the middle stage. There was no reason to be afraid.

Immediately, his left hand saw the dragon in the field, and his right palm shocked a hundred miles. Both palms came out at the same time without holding back. The sinister cold air seemed extremely fierce, but it was defeated by a palm and scattered in all directions. Another palm was printed fiercely on He Bi Weng's chest.

Even though He Bi Weng had internal force protection, he was still staring with eyes wide open, spitting blood and retreating.

The next moment, he vomited blood again before he could stand firm. The blood was dark with fragments of internal organs, and his breath was suddenly weakened.

"Junior……"

Lu Zhangke had been paying attention to the battle here. He spoke in grief and anger at this moment. He suddenly used all his strength to push out a few palms, forcing Hong Qigong to retreat. He jumped out and stood in front of He Biweng.

Hong Qigong was in trouble. He couldn't dodge in time and was hit by a palm on his left arm. Half of his body went numb and he felt that his internal energy was sluggish.

Qiao Feng's expression changed slightly. He was not afraid of the cold poison, but it didn't mean that Hong Qigong was not afraid either.

Qiao Feng and Lu Zhangke switched positions almost at the same time. Lu Zhangke treated He Biweng, while Qiao Feng used his internal energy in both palms to help Hong Qigong get rid of the cold poison.

"I wanted to help you, but I didn't expect that I would be a burden to you."

Hong Qigong sighed.

"It doesn't matter. Gang Leader Hong has helped Qiao Feng a lot. Fortunately, your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms have been perfected, and the inside and outside are integrated, so the cold poison has not invaded the meridians. Otherwise, even if I help, I am afraid it will be difficult to solve it completely."

Hong Qigong sneered,"If I hadn't observed your Dragon Subduing Palm, I would not be able to break through today. The young are really formidable."

Qiao Feng nodded and said,"Okay, we don't have to be polite to each other today. You should heal your wounds quickly and make sure that there is no trace of cold poison left."

After that, Qiao Feng stood up and looked at Lu Zhangke.

At this moment, Lu Zhangke's expression was gradually becoming crazy, because He Biweng's breath suddenly weakened. Even with his input of Xuanming Qi, it could not be slowed down at this moment.

And He Biweng had almost no strength to speak. He could only open his mouth and stare with wide eyes. After dozens of breaths, he exhaled his last breath unwillingly.

"Ah... Qiao Feng, you deserve to die."

Lu Zhangke roared to the sky, his whole body was filled with cold air, his eyes were red, and his aura actually increased a little in a short period of time.

"Death——"

Lu Zhangke launched the Mysterious Palm towards Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng remained calm and took the blow.

The two Xuanming Elders were not good people. Even the martial arts they practiced were so vicious and cruel. Killing one of them would be a relief for the martial arts world.

Originally, the combined strength of the two Xuanming Elders could only temporarily suppress Qiao Feng. In the long run, they were evenly matched.

��With only one left, even if his strength improved due to his grief, he would not pose much of a threat to Qiao Feng.

"There are so many martial arts masters in the Central Plains, you just want to learn Yi Jin Jing?"

Qiao Feng snorted coldly, and immediately attacked without holding back.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms fought against the Mysterious Nether Palm, Qiao Feng did not dodge at all, and relied on his strength to block it all.

The two sides fought fiercely, and the onlookers didn't even want to talk, but just watched this hearty battle.

This head-on confrontation made Qiao Feng feel heroic, and he was so immersed in the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms that he actually produced some changes that were not there before.

Hong Qigong widened his eyes.

"Such a martial arts genius... It's a pity for the group of idiots in the Northern Beggars' Sect, otherwise our Beggars' Sect will prosper in the next hundred years."

Except for Qiao Feng, no one at the scene knew the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms better than him, so he knew more clearly what Qiao Feng's accidental exquisite moves meant.

Qiao Feng might be optimizing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms according to his own situation.

Hong Qigong was jealous. In terms of age, he was much older than Qiao Feng, but in terms of martial arts, Qiao Feng had already surpassed him by a lot.

"Qiao Feng, give me your life."

After a long battle, Lu Zhangke roared, and in the astonished eyes of everyone, he suddenly hit himself with both palms.

The mysterious palm power immediately filled his body.

Lu Zhangke's momentum rose to a higher level, and he rushed towards Qiao Feng.

"Stop, stop now, no." Zhao Min shouted anxiously outside the battle circle.

At this time, anyone in the martial arts world could see that Lu Zhangke was going to fight to the death, and it was likely that both sides would suffer losses.