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

Jing Wuming is going to fight to the death.

Is Qinglong worth it?

Qiao Feng thought of what the other party had said before.

They gathered in the Qinglong Society for their own future.

Their future?

However, no matter what the future holds, it should not be about slaughtering humans to satisfy one's own selfish desires.

The majestic image behind Qiao Feng attracted the wind between heaven and earth to bless him.

This was the first time he officially used the Wind God's Wrath, and he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

No wonder when he tried to comprehend the wrath of the God of Fire, he suffered backlash and vomited blood.

With this power, even the Wrath of the Wind God may not be able to fully comprehend it.

What would be the power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms formed by the wind between heaven and earth?

This thought popped into Qiao Feng’s mind.

The next moment, he used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in the state of Wind God's Wrath.

Dragons fight in the wild.

A wind dragon roared and rushed towards Jing Wuming.

The sword that carried a chilling murderous intent gradually revealed its true appearance in the wind dragon, and then was shattered, revealing the sword itself.

Jing Wuming's sword move was destroyed by Badao, and the blood rushed up. The sword in his hand slipped out of his hand and hit his chest, and he flew backwards immediately.

Blood splattered in the air, and Jing Wuming lay on the ground with a slight breath, motionless.

Behind him, several great masters who followed closely all retreated.

These people were wearing masks.

Only then did Qiao Feng discover the difference in the mask.

Jing Wuming was wearing a red dragon head mask.

These masters in the middle and early stages of the Grand Master realm wore purple dragon head masks.

Those who were at the Grandmaster level around them either did not wear masks or wore blue dragon head masks.

Below the Grandmaster level, anyone wearing a mask is grey.

"It's your turn now." Qiao Feng said to several masters wearing purple dragon head masks.

"Master Qiao, we have no intention of becoming your enemy. We are just following your orders."

One of them said quickly.

"is it?"

Qiao Feng said coldly.

Afterwards, he attacked without mercy. Every one of them was defeated after just one move, and they were all seriously injured and unable to move.

"What's wrong with your strength? Are you so much weaker than your peers?"

Qiao Feng asked in surprise.

Several people kept silent, and Qiao Feng didn't care. Instead, he looked at one of them and raised his hand to take off the other's mask.

"Murong Fu... hehe."

He confirmed his thoughts.

The moves of this early-stage grandmaster seemed somewhat familiar to Qiao Feng, and his attacks were extremely ruthless, slightly different from those of the others.

"Qiao Feng, what do you want to do?" Murong Fu roared in a stern but weak voice.

There were many members of the Qinglong Society around, but they were all frightened by the battle just now. At this moment, they only dared to watch from afar, and many of them even left the place quietly.

Qiao Feng looked at Murong Fu, then at another person.

"Your palm technique is pretty good. You're Qiu Qianren from the Iron Palm Gang, right?"

After removing the mask, it turned out to be Qiu Qianren.

"When did you join the Qinglong Society? Was it after the Shaolin Temple martial arts conference?"

Qiao Feng asked, pinching his chin.

Then, he shook his head. "But this is not important. The Azure Dragon Society wanted to destroy me and almost killed my father. This matter should be resolved. Now, I will collect some interest first."

"Qiao Feng, you dare to kill us? Aren't you afraid of the Dragon Lord's wrath?"

Murong Fu said.

Qiao Feng said: "I'm quite scared."

Murong Fu said: "Why don't you join the Azure Dragon Society? With your current strength, you can definitely become one of the Dragon Leaders. In the future, no one in the martial arts world will dare to confront us."

Qiao Feng glanced at him and thought to himself how could someone be so shameless.

"Does anyone want to tell us about the purpose of the Azure Dragon Society's visit to the Spirit Snake Island?"

Qiao Feng asked.

But after waiting for a long time, no one spoke.

Even Murong Fu didn't say anything, which surprised Qiao Feng.

After a few moments of silence, he raised his hand and slapped each of them, killing them.

"We really don't know..." When it was Murong Fu's turn, he only had time to shout unwillingly.

As for the others, Qiao Feng did not recognize them after they took off their masks.

However, when he killed Murong Fu, a look of fear and regret appeared on his face.

Qiao Feng didn't care, after all, he had been dancing for too long.

Above them, there is Jing Wuming, who should know more than these people.

"You'd better release those people you captured."

Qiao Feng said.

The remaining members of the Qinglong Society felt as if they had been pardoned, and quickly released all the captured martial artists around them.

Qiao Feng took a quick look and found that most of these people were seriously injured, but not fatally. He thought it was related to the bleeding and throwing them down alive.

Without paying any more attention to them, Qiao Feng walked towards Jing Wuming.

He is not dead yet.

Jing Wuming lay there and watched the whole process silently without saying a word.

When he found Qiao Feng approaching him, he said coldly, "It seems that Qiao Feng, who is famous in the martial arts world, is not a good person."

Qiao Feng took off his mask and said with a smile: "I have never claimed to be a good person, but I have done a lot to punish evil and eliminate evil. Do you want to be one of them?"

Jing Wuming said expressionlessly: "Kill me, I don't know the purpose of the Qinglong Society's visit, only the Dragon Head knows."

"So how many dragon heads does the Azure Dragon Society have now, and who are they?"

"I do not know."

"Oh?"

Qiao Feng didn't ask any more questions and brought Jing Wuming to the edge of the rift valley.

"You still don't want to tell me? Then I will throw you down."

Jing Wuming shut up and remained silent.

Qiao Feng frowned, then looked around.

"You can leave now. If you still stay on the Spirit Snake Island within an hour, don't blame me for being murderous."

Upon hearing this, the members of the Qinglong Society immediately fled madly towards the coast.

Qiao Feng found a rope, tied up Jing Wuming, then picked him up and jumped down.

"You are courting death."

Jing Wuming's expression changed.

Qiao Feng smiled and said, "It's okay. I'm a brave man."

"Even the Dragon Kings didn't dare to go down in person."

Qiao Feng said: "And you accompany me."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Feng's heart moved slightly. His arm turned dark gold, and he inserted his palm into the cliff next to him, sliding down two or three meters and then stopped.

During the time that the two of them were talking, they had fallen at least twenty meters, but they had not yet reached the bottom.

He then activated the Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill, fully activated the Qi that protected his body, and continued to move forward.

With his strength, it would not be difficult for him to slow down by leaning against the rift wall at certain intervals and keep going down like this.

Finally, after descending a hundred meters, a breeze came from below.

The smell of blood hit him in the face, making Qiao Feng feel a little suffocated.

We've arrived.

Qiao Feng thought to himself.

After falling another five or six meters, I finally landed on solid ground.

Even Jing Wuming was looking around curiously.

It is not dark here, but there are blood-red lights.

Looking up, Qiao Feng discovered that the blood dripping from above all began to gather here and then spread along the ground.

Streaks of blood formed strange blood-colored lines on the ground and finally merged into the ground.

Those who were thrown down lay on the ground in strange postures, turning into mummies.

Rumble…

There was a vibration sound.

boom……

There was another violent tremor, as if a huge force was hitting this place from deeper under the ground, across the barrier.

Qiao Feng looked down carefully and felt a chill in his heart.

The ground beneath my feet was not rock, but covered with translucent crystals. Below me was a huge and blurry shadow that seemed to be flying.

What the hell is this?

This crystal contained extremely terrifying energy, which completely offset and dispersed the impact force of the giant object below, and the aftermath was transmitted to the distance through the surrounding soil and rocks.

But the blood was madly seeping into the ground beneath their feet along the blood-colored lines, dissipating the power in the crystal.

boom……

With another horrific collision, the huge force caused the surroundings to tremble.

Qiao Feng staggered and dropped Jing Wuming in his hand onto the crystal ground.

At the same time, a terrifying tearing force came from below, which seemed to keep him stuck to the ground.

Jing Wuming's powerful strength was overflowing like crazy and blending into the ground along with the blood on the ground.

Qiao Feng frowned, then raised his hand and pressed it on Jing Wuming's chest.

"Instead of letting this weird place suck you dry, I'll give you a quick death."

Feeling the power and life force madly draining away from his body, Jing Wuming was about to express his gratitude when he suddenly felt an even more overbearing suction force coming from Qiao Feng's palm.

He was actually trying to snatch the internal energy from the ground.

What's the point of giving yourself a quick death? He is even more of a devil.

Jing Wuming roared in his heart.