I, Qiao Feng, start by killing all the Beggars' Sect

Lian Xing frowned slightly and looked at He Bi Weng who was glaring at her, without retreating at all.

He Biweng's palms were emitting a cold aura, and he was about to compete with Lian Xing, but he heard Zhao Min's order from behind.

"Don't pay attention to her, kill Qiao Feng first."

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

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

But Lian Xing focused all her attention on the battle.

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

Whenever Qiao Feng made a move in the arena, there was a faint sound of dragon roars surrounding him. Even though the combined power of the Mysterious Nether Palm was extremely powerful, it was unable to cause any effective damage to Qiao Feng for a while.

"What a domineering palm technique. In this respect, the "Transferring 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 "Transferring 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 had seldom been around in the martial arts world, and the fierce reputation of Yihua Palace was entirely caused by her sister Yaoyue.

This time when I went out into the martial arts world, I discovered that the entire martial arts world seemed to be more exciting than before.

The Mysterious Nether Palm is powerful, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is even more powerful. If the two had not worked together but had fought 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 now looked pale and lifeless.

Judging from this battle, Qiao Feng didn't use his true strength when he attacked them just now.

When they discovered that the cold poison of the Mysterious Nether Palm posed no threat to Qiao Feng, the two Xuanming Elders secretly thought that something was not right.

But since the two have already taken action, there is no way they can give up like this.

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

Qiao Feng naturally saw this, but the strength of the two Xuanming Elders was truly at the mid-stage Grandmaster level. If they wanted to defeat Lu Zhangke, they would need at least thirty moves.

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

Everyone looked towards the rooftop next to them in astonishment, only to hear a dragon's roar and dragon-shaped energy rising into the sky.

"Two against one, what kind of hero is that? Today, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are facing off against the Mysterious Nether Divine Palm. This old beggar is itching to fight."

Hong Qigong on the roof swooped down with a loud laugh and immediately replaced Qiao Feng's position.

After a moment of surprise, Qiao Feng turned around and faced Hebi Weng.

In just a few words, Hong Qigong's momentum exploded, and he had surprisingly broken through the bottleneck of the peak of the Grandmaster level and reached the realm of the Grandmaster.

Although he was still no match for Lu Zhangke, but with his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms against the Mysterious Nether Palm, Lu Zhangke would not be able to defeat him in a short period of time.

The besiegers were enjoying the battle as the two Xuanming Elders fought against the leaders of the North and South Beggars' Sects.

The Mysterious Dark Palm versus the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Two against two, there's no unfairness at all.

Hebi Weng had cold sweat on his forehead. Seeing Qiao Feng's Flying Dragon in the Sky attacking him, he had no choice but to fight back hastily.

A cold aura gathered in his palm, and the temperature around him also dropped a little.

"Qiao Feng, if you can take this blow from me, I will spare your life today."

Hebi Weng gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

Then, he suddenly struck out with his right palm, and a surging palm force mixed with cold air swept over, carrying the cold poison and threatening to cover Qiao Feng completely.

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

Immediately, he saw a dragon in the field with his left hand, and shocked a hundred miles with his right palm. He used both palms at the same time without holding back.

The sinister cold air seemed extremely fierce, but was defeated by a palm and dispersed in all directions. Another palm hit Hebi Weng's chest hard.

Even though Hebi Weng had his internal energy protected, he now fell back with his eyes wide open, vomiting blood.

The next moment, before he could stand firmly, he suddenly vomited blood again. The blood was dark in color, with pieces of internal organs, and his breath suddenly weakened.

"Junior brother..."

Lu Zhangke had been paying attention to the occupation here. At this moment, he spoke in grief and anger. He suddenly pushed out a few palms with all his strength, forcing Hong Qigong to retreat. He then jumped out and stood in front of He Biweng.

However, Hong Qigong suffered the consequences. He failed to dodge in time and was hit by a palm on his left arm. Half of his body immediately felt numb and he felt that his internal energy was a little sluggish.

Qiao Feng's expression changed slightly. Just because he was not afraid of the cold poison didn't mean that Hong Qigong was not afraid of it either.

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

"I wanted to help you, but I ended up dragging you down."

Hong Qigong sighed.

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

Hong Qigong sneered, "If I hadn't seen your Dragon Subduing Palm, I wouldn't have been able to break through today. The young are truly formidable."

Qiao Feng nodded and said, "Okay, we don't need to be polite to each other today. You should heal your wounds quickly and make sure there is not a trace of cold poison left."

After saying 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.

Hebi Weng had almost no strength to speak. He could only open his mouth and widen his eyes. After dozens of breaths, he reluctantly exhaled his last breath.

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

Lu Zhangke roared towards the sky, cold air surged around him, his eyes were bloodshot, and his aura actually increased a little in a short period of time.

"Death is coming——"

Lu Zhangke madly launched the Mysterious Nether Palm and pounced towards Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng's expression remained unchanged as he took the attack steadily.

The two Xuanming Elders are not good people. Even the martial arts they practice are so vicious and cruel. Killing one of them would be a way to rid the martial arts world of harm.

Originally, the combined efforts of the two Xuanming Elders could only suppress Qiao Feng temporarily, and over a long period of time they were actually on par with each other.

Now there is only one left. Even if his strength has improved due to his grief, he can no longer pose much threat to Qiao Feng.

"There are so many martial arts masters in the Central Plains. Do you think you can justify the Yi Jin Jing?"

Qiao Feng snorted coldly, and then attacked with a series of blows without holding back.

In the battle between the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Mysterious Nether Palm, Qiao Feng did not dodge at all, but relied entirely on his strength to take it all.

The two sides were so furious that the onlookers had no time to talk and were only focused on enjoying this thrilling battle.

As the fight went on head-on, Qiao Feng felt a surge of heroism in his heart, and he was so immersed in performing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms that it unexpectedly produced some changes that were not seen in the past.

Hong Qigong widened his eyes.

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

Except for Qiao Feng, no one present knew the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms better than him, so he had a better idea of ​​the concept behind this exquisite move that Qiao Feng had accidentally performed.

Qiao Feng might be optimizing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms based on his own situation.

Hong Qigong was extremely 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 long way.

"Qiao Feng, accept your fate."

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

The power of Xuanming Palm immediately filled his body.

Lu Zhangke's momentum rose to a new level and he pounced 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 there was an 80% chance that both sides would suffer losses.