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Xiao Feng was actually desperately injured, and rushed out of the vertical and horizontal sword qi with the eighteen palms of the dragon descending.

Wang Chan glanced at Xiao Feng, even he had to admire Xiao Feng's talent. Before the leader of the Succession Beggar Gang learned the Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending, Qiao Feng had never practiced any superior martial arts. Although Shaolin Xuanqu is his mentor, what can be taught to Xiao Feng is only the most ordinary internal strength method in Shaolin.

If you change someone else, you may be silent in this life, like everyone else, that is, Xiao Feng, who was able to practice the most basic martial arts to the first-class level of the rivers and lakes, shine in the beggar gang, and finally won the trust of Wang Jiantong and taught the eighteen palms of the dragon. Finally, it reached the top of the world.

There is no second person in this world except for him Qiao Feng.

"Dugu Gongzi, my master has no grievances with you, and please be merciful. Xiao Feng looked at Wang Chan and said hurriedly.

Wang Chan smiled, and did not answer, but stabbed at Xiao Feng with his sword.

"Dugu Gongzi, what are you doing?" Xiao Feng was startled and retreated.

At this moment, a figure in black suddenly swooped down in mid-air, like a big eagle, and landed right between Wang Chan and Qiao Feng. This man fell from the sky suddenly, abruptly, everyone was amazed, shouted together, and when his feet fell to the ground, he saw clearly, it turned out that he was pulling a long rope in his hand, and the other end of the long rope was tied to the top of a big tree more than ten zhang away. I saw that this person was bald and black-clothed, and he was actually a monk, covered with black cloth, and only showed a pair of cold and electric eyes.

Qiao Feng looked up at the black-clothed monk, and for some reason an inexplicable sense of intimacy suddenly rose in his heart.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

"Finally willing to show up, it doesn't matter who I am. Wang Chan raised his eyes and glanced at the black-clothed monk and muttered in a low voice.

"There's another one, you can really hide it......"

As he spoke, he saw Wang Chan flying towards Murong Fu in the distance, his right hand reached out, and the strong wind broke through the air, grabbing him directly by the throat.

Before the long sword in Murong Fu's hand was pulled out, it was already held by Wang Chan's throat, and at this time, as long as Wang Chan's right hand was slightly forced, he could immediately crush his throat.

The four of them, Bao Wei and Storm Evil, did not react until this time, and they all pulled out the blades in their hands and glared at Wang Chan angrily, but no one dared to act rashly.

Wang Yuyan on the side exclaimed: "Dugu Gongzi, be merciful!"

Murong Fu's face was like ashes, before he went to Shaolin, he was still thinking about how to defeat Wang Chan and become famous, but when he really ran into it, he couldn't even catch the other party's move. "North Qiao Feng, South Murong", there is no harm if there is no comparison, especially in front of the heroes of the world, which is undoubtedly a great shame for him Murong Fu. Now another woman is begging to spare her life, where will he have a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future?

At the moment, his heart was ruthless, and he shouted loudly: "If you want to kill you, you will kill, if I Murong Fu frowns, I will not be a hero." ”

"Oh, well, you go die. Wang Chan smiled and said softly, but his eyes were looking into the distance.

At this moment, only the sound of breaking the air was heard, and a hidden weapon flew from more than ten zhang away, across the square, and shot at Wang Chan.

Wang Chan had already prepared, stretched out his left hand and grabbed it, pinching it to pieces.

Murong Fu escaped from death, shocked inexplicably, looked up at the place where the hidden weapon came from, and saw a gray-clothed monk standing on the hillside, his face covered with gray cloth.

The monk took a big stride, walked up to Wang Chan and stopped, and asked, "Who is Your Excellency?"

This is the second time this person has asked this question today.

It's just that the answer to this question is clear in the hearts of everyone present.

He is a sword demon who seeks defeat alone!

Otherwise, what kind of fight is there with Shaolin Temple?

The two monks in black and gray stood opposite each other on both sides of Wang Chan, and after a long while, no one spoke. The group saw that these two monks were very tall, but the black-clothed monk was more burly, and the gray-clothed monk was extremely thin.

The gentleman's sword was returned to the sheath, Wang Chan clapped his hands, and laughed softly: "In this way, the person is almost due, Xiao Feng, haven't you always wanted to know the truth of the matter, this old gentleman can give you an explanation." ”

The black-clothed monk noticed Xiao Feng's gaze, glanced at Wang Chan, and stretched out his hand to pull away his own curtain.

The group of heroes exclaimed "ah", only to see that he had big ears, beard, and a very powerful appearance, about sixty years old, the most embarrassing thing was that his appearance was exactly the same as Xiao Feng, except that he looked older, it was simply carved out of a mold.

Xiao Feng was surprised, stepped forward, bowed to the ground, and shouted in a trembling voice: "You...... You're my daddy......"

Xiao Yuanshan laughed and said, "Good boy, good boy, I am your father." The general appearance of our grandfather and son, you don't need to remember it, everyone knows that I am your son. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he tore open the placket of his chest, revealing a wolf head with a thorny flower, and with a lift of his left hand, he pulled Xiao Feng up.

Xiao Feng tore open his clothes, and the toothless and gloomy wolf head on his chest also appeared. The two walked side by side, and suddenly roared in the sky at the same time, the sound was like a raging wind, and it spread far away, only to shake the valley, and thousands of heroes heard it in their ears, and they shuddered.

"Daddy, what's going on?"

Xiao Yuanshan glanced at Xiao Feng, with a look of remembrance in his eyes, and only after a while did he speak: "The battle of Yanmen Pass must be clear to you now, that **** was sad, jumped off the cliff and committed suicide, how do you know that your life should not be extinguished, and you fell on the branch of a big tree at the bottom of the valley, and you will not die." This time, the father's will to die has gone, and the idea of revenge arises. Outside the Yanmen Pass that day, the Central Plains heroes killed your mother who didn't know martial arts without asking for a reason. Son, do you think this revenge should be avenged?"

Xiao Feng's eyes were slightly red, and he said: "The enmity of my parents is not shared, so why not revenge?"

Xiao Yuanshan nodded, and then said: "Among the big enemies who killed my beloved wife and took my only son, there are beggar gang leaders, and there are also Shaolin faction masters, hehe, they just want to cover up this bloody crime forever, turn my son into a Han person, and ask my son to worship the big enemy as a teacher, and succeed the big enemy as the leader of the beggar gang." ”

"Feng'er, most of the people who killed your mother that day have been killed by me on the spot. Monk Zhiguang and the guy who called himself 'Zhao Qiansun' have been killed by you. Wang Jiantong, the former leader of the beggar gang, died of illness, and finally cheapened him. It's just that the 'great villain' who led the way is still alive and well. Son, what do you think we should do with him?"

"Naturally, I killed him to pay for my mother's life. ”

"The initiator of this incident is not the big villain in your mouth, Mr. Xiao, of course, he is also to blame. Wang Chan glanced at the mountain road in the distance, and suddenly spoke. (To be continued.) )