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The splashes of water and the sound of waves bring a little desolation and a little chill.

"The dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is yellow!"

At the moment of life and death, the most trustworthy thing for Qiao Feng is always one of the two great skills passed down by the beggar gang leader from generation to generation, the Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descent.

In particular, this trick of dragon fighting in the field is the most mysterious kung fu in the eighteen palms of the dragon. At ordinary times, this trick is only practiced, but once it is used, it is a desperate bet, life and death.

In the past, during the period of the Wei Palace, Sima Zhao was tyrannical, and Cao Chao hated it in his heart, but he was afraid of Sima Zhao's power, so he had to write a poem "Hidden Dragon Poem" to vent his dissatisfaction. The poem says: The wounded dragon is trapped and cannot jump into the abyss. The upper part does not fly to the sky, and the lower part does not see the field. Sow at the bottom of the well, and the loach eel dances in front of it. Hide the teeth and claws, and so do me.

When an official named Jia Chong found out, he immediately reported the matter to Sima Zhao. When Sima Zhao heard this, the poem compared him to a fish loach and a yellow eel, and he was so angry that he immediately carried a sword and went straight to the palace. In front of hundreds of officials and ministers, he scolded Cao Chao sharply, and openly threatened: "Do you Cao Chao want to be the second Cao Fang!"

Cao Chao returned to the harem and cried bitterly for a day. finally made up his mind to eradicate Sima Zhao. He summoned three ministers, Wang Jing, Wang Shen, and Wang Ye, to conspire. Wang Jing advised him to learn from the historical fact that Lu Zhaogong failed to defeat the Jisun clan and was exiled.

However, Cao Chao said that he would rather die than let Sima Zhao run rampant. So, Cao Chao gathered 300 soldiers to kill Sima Zhao, but Wang Jing did not listen to his advice, while Wang Shen and Wang Ye took refuge in Sima Zhao and became traitors. Before Sima Zhao could do anything, Cao Chao was killed by Sima Zhao's men, and Wang Jing and three hundred soldiers were also killed one by one, and blood flowed all over the city.

This is the origin of the dragon's battle in the wild, and its blood is yellow.

Now that it has reached the moment when he needs to use this trick, Qiao Feng's heart has suddenly reached a wonderful realm that is not empty, dirty, and unclear. It was like a moment of effort, and he seemed to have really incarnated into the embattled, blood-soaked flying dragon.

Qiao Feng reported his mortal heart, his only wish at this time was to be able to kill one or two of Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen here. The eldest husband does not seek fame, but seeks to be vigorous and worthy of his heart!

The surging palm power blasted out, and the huge force was too strong to dodge the "clang" of air pressure. Even the most mischievous wind seemed to be amazed by the power of this palm, and would never dare to run to the head of this palm to wander.

The momentum is monstrous, but it is silent, this strange and contradictory palm can only be issued by Qiao Feng at the moment of life and death.

"Kill!"

Eighteen cries were layered together, without the slightest gap. Needless to say, no need to say more, Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen are killing, naked killing, no matter what is in front of them, there will be no change in the slightest.

The next moment, the collision of palm power and gun, the confrontation of blood and blade.

Qiao Feng suddenly closed his eyes, and he thought of a lot, his parents who had worked hard to raise him, the master Xuanku who taught him Shaolin martial arts since he was a child, and Wang Jiantong, the mentor who taught him his stunts and pushed himself to the throne of the leader of the Beggar Gang's Pure Clothes Sect.

"Daddy, forgive the child for not being able to fulfill his filial piety!"

Sharp gun, cold gun, Qiao Feng already felt a faint feeling of pain in his skin under the surrounding gun.

It's all silent......

But the next moment, a series of intertwining sounds of gold and iron sounded, followed by a series of sounds of gold and iron breaking.

Almost instinctively, in Qiao Feng's eyes, the eighteen spear heads that had been cut off had not yet had time to fall.

Out of the right side of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the shore, where a little cold light had just pulled a white tail and returned to the hands of a man dressed in silver robes.

His figure was slender and straight, and his silver-white robes moved with the sea breeze. A silver mask mixed an indescribable mystery and coldness in his ethereal aura. He carried a golden broadsword on his back, which glittered in the sunlight from time to time.

"Something interesting!"

As soon as I returned to the Central Plains, I had already seen such a big drama. For the river breeze that runs all day long above the sea, it is also a kind of spice.

Seeing that the person who was besieged was actually Qiao Feng, Jiang Feng couldn't bear it anymore, and saved Qiao Feng from danger with a volley flying sword technique.

"Kill!"

No matter who the person is, no matter how strong the person is, anyone who is against the eighteen horsemen of Yanyun can only have one result in the eyes of the eighteen horsemen of Yanyun. That's death!

In an instant, Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen had already let Qiao Feng go, turning into a torrent and rushing towards the river wind. Obviously, at this moment, Yan Yun Eighteen Cavalry understood that Jiang Feng was definitely a much more terrifying enemy than Qiao Feng.

"Brother Tai be careful!"

With a loud shout, Qiao Feng had already moved and galloped towards Yan Yun's eighteen horses.

Even though he knew that his strength was far inferior to Yan Yun's eighteen cavalry, everyone who had to fight side by side over the years had never been given up by him.

The carved bow is like a full moon, and the eighteen longbows of hardwood and swarthy are pulled to the full string, and the arrows with a faint blue luster are already ready to be fired. An inexplicable qi machine circulated endlessly among Yanyun's eighteen horsemen, and each of them had archery cultivation that was no less than that of the leader of the black-clothed arrow team in Dongchang, and after connecting the qi machine to each other, the sword formation formed was enough to punish the gods and destroy the Buddha.

The sound of "whirring ......" came, like the sound of brocade silk being torn, wave after wave.

It's a pity that after the eighteen sharp arrows arrived in front of Jiang Feng, all of a sudden, it seemed as if they had fallen into a quagmire. It was getting slower and slower, and when they were about to take the distance of half a foot in front of Jiang Feng's body, they had suddenly stopped, and then fell straight to the ground.

"The silver spear scimitar of the Liao Palace, Yanyun's eighteen horses, look at your scimitar again!"

Jiang Feng's voice came faintly, and the next moment, the scimitar came out of its sheath, like a silver moon in the sky, and the shining light was lined up one after another, after a few breaths. Under the vast smoke and dust, he finally rushed in front of Jiang Feng.

"Hey......"

It's a sigh, it's helplessness.

A sigh, the sound was by no means loud, but Qiao Feng in the distance could still hear it clearly in the noisy sound of horses' hooves.

The next moment, Shang Future's shot, Qiao Feng had already seen that a white mang that was like lightning suddenly intertwined into a big net in front of Jiang Feng.

Undefeated, like a god and demon, Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen suddenly fell to the ground, swept past Jiang Feng's side, and rowed into the distance.

"This brother, in Xia Qiaofeng, is a great favor for helping, toothless and unforgettable!"

Jiang Feng didn't say much, just said, "Let's go, go drink!"

"Yes, please!" (To be continued.) )