Qiao Feng found that the other party's swordsmanship was exquisite, not that he restrained his eighteen dragon palms, but that he had a certain constraint on his fists and feet.

However, compared to Qiao Feng's shock, the fear in Murong Fu's heart was also half a lot.

The opponent's martial arts are not like Li Qiushui's, his moves are extremely fast, and the flaws are fleeting, even if he can spy on the vital points of the opponent's moves, he is not as good as attacking.

On the contrary, Qiao Feng's moves to descend the dragon and eighteen palms are concise and profound, although the changes are unprovoked, but he can also see the flaws in them, but the strange is here, whenever he wants to attack the opponent's flaws, Qiao Feng can always avoid his attack at a critical moment, or resolve it with extremely ingenious tricks.

This made Murong Fu very incomprehensible, he knew that the other party's physique was special, and the strength of martial arts was not within the tricks, even if it was the most ordinary Taizu fist technique, it also had infinite power in his hands.

But such an outrageous situation still made Murong Fu feel the urge to scold his mother.

Could it be that no one in this world can kill Qiao Feng, only he can kill himself?

Murong Fu was a little unbelieving, and immediately used his impenetrable sword qi to cover all the veins of the opponent's body, making it impossible for him to escape.

Even if I can't kill you, I will consume you, could it be that in the midst of these hundreds of cavalry surrounding, you Qiao Feng can still escape?

Murong Fu was ruthless in his heart, and he couldn't help but think of it like this.

If Qiao Feng does not die, the two will have a battle in the future, if there is a chance, Murong Fu will naturally strike first and put the other party to death.

He thought that with his current martial arts, he would be able to kill the other party, but after a fight, he finally knew why no one could defeat Qiao Feng in a heads-up.

Isn't this just pure hanging?

Qiao Feng was tired of dealing with Murong Fu's swordsmanship, while thinking about how to get out of trouble, suddenly saw that the other party's swordsmanship suddenly became a little more powerful, and an unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped his body, he immediately took out a bamboo cane with a whole body from his sleeve robe to protect the key points around his body.

But under the dense sword aura of the other party, he still couldn't take care of it, and there were a few more sword wounds on his body.

There's a play!

Murong Fu saw that Qiao Feng was injured, and a wave of confidence surged in his heart again, and when he saw that the other party had changed his stick method, he showed the "broken spear" trick in Dugu Nine Swords, and the swordsmanship became more ethereal and erratic, compared to Fang Cai's ingenious coherence, at this moment, every sword stabbed out, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

Qiao Feng couldn't calm down anymore, and his face changed drastically one after another.

Why did he change the dog-beating stick method, and the feeling of being with him when the opponent made a move still lingered?

How can there be such a strange swordsmanship in the world?

In a short time, he added new wounds to his body, but he was always able to avoid the vital points.

And this also made Murong Fu sigh in his heart, knowing that it would not be easier to kill Qiao Feng than to deal with Li Qiushui.

Seeing that Qiao Feng was in prison, not only surrounded by the Western Xia Corps, but also dragged by a strong enemy, Helian Tieshu was holding the victory, and suddenly a sound of horses' hooves galloped like thunder, rolling up the yellow sand all over the sky, and rushed towards here.

Billowing smoke floated up, and a monstrous flame surged in, and everyone present was all pale, and the war horses under the seat were frightened and fled into the distance on their own.

Murong Fu's heart sank, and he looked in the direction of the galloping flames, and saw that dozens of war horses were galloping, pulling the carriage and haystack that was burned by the fire behind him, and with the splashing of sparks, the hay beside the road was also ignited, and the wind was strong, it looked like a wave of fire, overturning like a landslide and tsunami towards everyone.

Among the horses, one person galloped with a whip, and it was Wu Changfeng, one of the four elders of the beggar gang.

"Damn it!"

Murong Fu couldn't help but curse secretly, seeing that the war horse had already galloped, he hurriedly swept to the side, lest it be affected.

"Gang Leader Joe, let's go!"

Wu Changfeng waved the soft whip in his hand to roll up Qiao Feng and threw him behind him.

Seeing that Wu Changfeng was about to sacrifice his life to save himself from leaving, Qiao Feng's heart suddenly surged with blood, and the true qi in his body was agitated, as if it was inexhaustible, he immediately performed the Dragon Capture Skill, put Wu Changfeng into his hand from a zhang away, launched a light skill, flew through the sea of fire, and fled into the distance.

Murong Fu's eyes widened, and he had a ghostly expression.

The Dragon Capture Skill can indeed take objects in the air, but at most it is just to ingest some blades, like the other party directly grabbing a person in his hand, it is simply far beyond the scope of this martial art, not to mention that it is still a foot away, how profound can this skill be done?

Murong Fu believes that even an old monster like Li Qiushui or Wu Yazi may not be able to do it, even if he does it reluctantly, it will not be as easy as Qiao Feng, after saving people, he can still use light skills to escape without breathing.

"This person is really a great rival in my life, if I let him escape today, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have a chance to kill him!"

Thinking of this, Murong Fu immediately started his light work and chased after him.

Without Wu Changfeng's control, those war horses would have scattered and fled, and the surging fire had collapsed.

Helian Tieshu was almost swept away by the fire, and for a moment he got up from the ground in disgrace.

Seeing Qiao Feng fleeing, he was immediately furious, and ordered everyone to continue the pursuit, and he must kill all the beggars.

Looking at the two people who were eager to flee in the distance, Murong Fu used Ling Bo micro-steps to stop the two before they were about to enter the dangerous pass in front of them.

Qiao Feng knew that as long as he entered the Eagle Chou Gorge, it would be difficult for the Western Xia cavalry to give full play to their advantages, and he would definitely be able to give them a chance to escape, so he immediately sent Wu Changfeng into it with his palm power and stopped Murong Fu alone.

"Joe's Gang Master!"

Wu Changfeng was unwilling to help him, but was stopped by Qiao Feng.

"Don't worry about me, you go first, someone will answer!"

"What a loving and righteous Qiao gang leader, don't worry, as long as the Qiao gang leader leads the neck, I Li Yanzong promises that I will never embarrass the elders of your gang."

Murong Fu admired that the other party was good, but this did not prevent him from killing Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng laughed when he heard this: "I, Qiao Feng, am famous, I would rather die standing than be coerced by a few words, and then die violently, if you really have the ability, my Qiao Feng's life can be taken!" ”

As he spoke, he took off the wine bag on his waist, uncorked it, and drank it up to the sky, the wine slid down the corner of his mouth, looking wanton and heroic, covering the mountains and rivers.

Murong Fu's face sank slightly: "In the battle of life and death, Gang Leader Qiao is too underestimated!" ”

He knew that after Qiao Feng drank alcohol, he would increase his mental strength by having a little more alcohol, but he was afraid that it would be more difficult to deal with, so he immediately slashed through a sword qi, cutting off half of his wine bag and spilling the wine all over the ground.

Qiao Feng saw that although he had cut his wine bag, he did not use this sword against himself, but he was also above board, but his temperament was a little stingy, and he wasted his good wine in vain.