After Meng Fan lifted Qiao Feng's danger with one finger, he didn't stop there, others were in mid-air, slapped a palm, and suddenly the dragon roared to the sky, and a long blue illusory dragon shadow roared out, like a dragon out of the water, crashing into the crowd.

Bang –

In the roar, the air flow fell, the dust flew, and almost instantly, most of the red-robed warriors were bleeding and lying down.

"The flying dragon is in the sky!" Seeing this, Qiao Feng raised his thick eyebrows and blurted out, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

As the leader of the beggar gang, Qiao Feng knew very well that there was no second person in the world who could make this martial art except himself, but the young man in front of him who helped him was even more powerful than him, how could he not be shocked.

At the same time, Murong Fu and the others also recognized the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending, they didn't know Meng Fan's identity, but since they would make this skill, they must also be members of the beggar gang, but the other party's martial arts were far superior to Qiao Feng, and everyone couldn't help but feel nervous.

Meng Fan's palm was to rescue the six elders of the beggar gang, Qiao Feng was calm by nature, seeing this scene, he immediately suppressed the doubts in his heart, and immediately bent his fingers into claws and grabbed at the six elders in the void.

In mid-air, an invisible air flow instantly wrapped around the waist of the six elders, and the six elders then rose into the air and floated towards Qiao Feng's back.

"Dragon Snatcher!" Murong Fu's eyes widened, his face was incredible, although his martial arts were not as good as Qiao Feng's, but his knowledge was extraordinary, and he had read all the classics in the Shi Shui Pavilion at home since he was a child, and he knew everything about the world's martial arts.

This dragon capture skill is a peerless skill of the beggar gang, and it is a rare magic skill in the world that takes objects from the air and has extremely powerful attacks, but it has been lost for a hundred years, but unexpectedly, Qiao Feng actually practiced this skill.

Although Meng Fan knew about this earlier, but when he saw Qiao Feng use it with his own eyes, he couldn't help but feel a trace of envy, and he was secretly thinking about it at the moment, ready to think of a way to get this dragon capture skill, in addition, I heard that Gu Mozhi has a crane control skill that is comparable to it, if he has the opportunity, he should also "borrow" it.

"In Xia Qiao Feng, my brother Tai helped me just now, Qiao is grateful, and he will repay his great kindness in the future!"

Just as Meng Fan was pondering, a majestic voice suddenly came, his heart moved, he hurriedly suppressed his distracting thoughts, looked up, and saw Qiao Feng hugging his fists in front of him to thank him, not far away, the beggar gang six elders staggered away, thinking that they had received Qiao Feng's order to retreat.

At that moment, Meng Fan reported his name, and then said with a smile: "Brother Qiao's words are serious, just as the so-called road is uneven, draw a knife to help, this person secretly attacked, and was despised, how could Meng stand by and watch?"

"It's a good road to draw a knife to help when you see injustice, Brother Meng is benevolent and bold, Qiao admires!" Qiao Feng was full of smiles, looking extremely excited.

Originally, when he saw Meng Fan looking like a scholar, he thought he was a gentle and elegant person, but he never thought that the other party would have such a heroic feeling, which was really in line with his temperament.

Murong Fu and his entourage were shocked and angry when they saw that no one was talking to each other, but when they thought of the martial arts of the two of them, no one dared to make a move for a while, just when everyone was hesitating, a horn suddenly sounded in the distance, and in the whimper, a team of Western Xia archers appeared on the top of the slope on both sides at the same time.

At the moment, I only heard the sound of the bowstring, and in mid-air, dense arrows were like raindrops under the hood.

"Brother Meng be careful!" Qiao Feng immediately raised his voice vigilantly, he would not be afraid at all when it came to fighting alone, even with one enemy and ten, but in the face of thousands of arrows, he was not sure that he would not be hurt.

Before the words fell, he had raised his right arm, and at that moment, he saw a jade staff suddenly fly out of his sleeve and was held in his palm with his backhand. This jade cane is full of green, and it is the token of the beggar gang - the dog beating stick!

"Carving insect skills, why worry about your teeth, and look at my 'Xuan Ming Palm'!"

Meng Fan chuckled, held his palms together, and crossed an arc-shaped trajectory, and in mid-air, an invisible power spread out like water waves. Thousands of arrows were blocked by this mighty force, and they were frozen in the air one after another.

"Ten thousand rivers return to the sea!"

As Meng Fan's shout sounded, countless arrow feathers seemed to enter the sea, and they shot back backwards, and the arrows that were far away were too weak because they were too weak, and they fell to the ground halfway, but the closer the arrows from Meng Fan, the greater the force, and a small half of sharp arrows flew back to the top of the slope, instantly taking away the lives of dozens of archers.

When everyone passed through such a wonderful martial art, they were dumbfounded, especially those archers who were lucky not to die, and they hesitated and didn't dare to release their arrows again.

"Good palm!" Qiao Feng's eyes were bright, and he couldn't help but say in admiration.

At this moment, the wind was blowing, dozens of feet away, there were many figures, and before they got close, a low voice came from all directions: "I can't even clean up a Qiao Feng, this is too damaging to the prestige of our wicked people!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw a wheelchair coming into the air, and on it sat an old man in a green robe, this old man had a long beard hanging down his chest, his face was yellow, and he held an iron rod in each hand, and his legs were disabled at a glance.

With this old man came, there was also a leading marshal, and behind him, a large group of Western Xia soldiers followed.

Meng Fan recognized this old identity at a glance, but before he could speak, Qiao Feng had already spoken: "It turned out to be 'Evil Penetration' Duan Yanqing, no wonder the ventriloquist has such attainments!"

Speaking of this, he snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, "Qiao never thought that all the 'four evils' would take refuge in Xixia Yipintang and be willing to be lackeys!"

Although Duan Yanqing has always been called "full of evil", he is from the Dali royal family, and he is very self-controlled, and when he heard the word "lackey", he immediately gritted his teeth angrily.

At this moment, he didn't say a word, he raised the iron rod is a finger, and at that moment, he saw a cloud of golden light shooting out, which was the Duan family's peerless learning-a yang finger.

Meng Fan had not practiced since he got this skill, and when he saw it at this moment, he wanted to try its might. Unexpectedly, before he could make a move, Qiao Feng had already stepped forward, "Brother Meng will rest for a while, this one will be done by Qiao." ”

As he spoke, Qiao Feng pushed with both palms, and suddenly the dragon groaned, the air flow rushed, and a fierce and domineering palm force crushed forward, colliding with the golden light finger force.

As soon as the two terrifying forces came into contact, a loud bang suddenly erupted, and the ground was littered with withered grass and dust splattered. The two of them shuddered and each took a half step back.

Both of them are half-step congenital, with similar internal strength, and the eighteen palms of the dragon descending and one yang finger are both first-class masters, and they are opposite each other, and they are even better than the winner.

It was only at this time that Duan Yanqing realized that he had underestimated Qiao Feng, and at this moment, his face sank like water, and after a little thought, he drove the wheelchair again and attacked it.

Qiao Feng's expression remained unchanged and he waved his hand to meet him. He has practiced Shaolin Waigong since he was a child, and his fists are as hard as iron, and he does not fall behind at all against the two iron rods of Yanqing in the upper section.

The two fought more than a dozen moves, and Duan Yanqing was finally hit by Qiao Feng with an iron rod due to the weakness of his legs and inconvenience. At that moment, only to hear the sound of "whoosh", the fine iron staff shot out backwards like a short spear, and coincidentally hit the leading marshal in the rear.

Qiao Feng's palm power was so strong and powerful, although the marshal was wearing armor, he was still pierced through his chest by the iron staff, and he died in an instant.

As soon as the boss died, everyone suddenly lost their backbone, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Qiao Feng immediately beckoned Meng Fan to retreat towards the rear.

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