Hundreds of heroes were shocked by Qiao Feng's might and actually stopped, not daring to step forward!!
Qiao Feng roared angrily. His entire body was covered in blood, and he looked like a demon god.
The most shocking thing was that although Qiao Feng fought the heroes in anger, he had been protecting a woman behind him. In the sea of people, she was actually not injured at all.
"Brother Qiao, leave quickly, don't bother about me!”A'Zhu's face was extremely pale as she said with tears streaming down her face.
Qiao Feng laughed out loud when he heard that. He did not respond, but instead, he turned his hand around and killed more than ten martial artists who charged at him with two palms.?
Everything was said without words.
At this moment, two Shaolin Monks suddenly stepped out of the crowd. One used the Prajna Palm, and the other used the Flower-pinching Finger.
The palm energy was thick and dense, and leaves fell from the sky.
"I, Qiao Feng, have inherited my martial arts from Shaolin. A drop of water will be repaid with a spring. I won't kill you today!”
Faced with the thick palm force and the sword-like leaves, Qiao Feng flipped his palm and struck out. A dragon's roar sounded, and a terrifying palm force rose. It was like ten thousand huge waves rolling out, instantly sending the two Shaolin monks flying. However, at the critical moment, the palm force seemed to repent and disappeared in an instant.
The Mighty Dragon Regrets!
After sending the Shaolin Monastery's eminent monk flying with one palm, Qiao Feng said to A'Zhu without turning his head,"Ah Zhu, I will definitely bring you out and find the best divine doctor in the world to treat you!”
However, at this moment, more and more people rushed into Juxian Village from the outside. There were Beggar's Sect disciples, Shaolin Temple disciples, disciples from various large factions, and even Jianghu wanderers.
They charged forward crazily, not afraid of death. They swore to kill Qiao Feng because of old and new grudges.
A bloody battle erupted once again.
Qiao Feng protected A'Zhu against the wall and faced thousands of enemies alone. He did not dodge, retreat, or give way. He relied on his hands to fight in all directions!!
Looking at the enemies that were constantly surging in from outside, looking at Qiao Feng who was fighting in all directions, A'Zhu cried until she was in tears. She knew that if Qiao Feng had not done it for her, these people would not have been his match at all, and they would not have been able to stop him.
However, because of her, they could only stay here and fight to the death.
There were too many enemies.
There were thousands of them, and they were still growing.
In order to prevent Qiao Feng from leaving with A'Zhu over the wall, nearly a hundred archers had already been deployed on the roofs of the ten-odd buildings in Juxian Village.
Once Qiao Feng took A'Zhu and soared into the sky, they would inevitably face a hundred arrows and countless hidden weapons. If it was just Qiao Feng alone, he would naturally be fine, but he also brought a heavily injured A'Zhu.
It had to be said that Qiao Feng was indeed a man with a God of War buff and hot-blooded background music. His combat strength became stronger and stronger as he fought. In Jin Yong's novels, he was the only man who was said to be strong when he met a strong opponent!
At this moment, on the tree outside Juxian Heights, Song Qingshu, who had witnessed everything, couldn't help but sigh. Qiao Feng was truly a hero!
Looking at all of Jin Yong's novels, there were some that were better than Qiao Feng in martial arts, but in terms of personal charm, sorry, there was really none.
Only Qiao Feng could be called a hero, a man who was worthy of respect.
A true hero, a true man, Qiao Feng!
Song Qingshu shook his head when he saw Qiao Feng fighting in all directions and refusing to back down. He then looked at the martial artists who kept pouring in. The martial arts world had always been filled with schemes, hypocrisy, and hypocrisy.?
Of course, right or wrong.
In terms of strength.
After all, no one was a saint.
Song Qingshu was the same. He was also a hypocrite.
In terms of values and character…
Lin Pingzhi had the most upright three views, and Qiao Feng had the best character!
These two people were both unusual in the martial world.
Therefore, the results were not very good.
"Qiao Feng can be a friend." Song Qingshu chuckled. He naturally needed some friends in the martial world.
It was unrealistic to take Qiao Feng in as a subordinate, but as a friend, the other party was definitely the best choice. He treated each other with all his heart, valued friendship, and went through life and death together. This was Qiao Feng's personality.
If he was friends with Qiao Feng, then if one day Song Qingshu became the enemy of the entire world and was besieged on all sides, he would only have three and a half helpers!
One was Qiao Feng, one was Lin Pingzhi, one was the Asura Group, and half was Zhang Sanfeng.
The others, including Song Yuanqiao, were all unreliable.
This was the truth.
Only those three and a half would risk everything to save him and help him.
Song Yuanqiao was an indecisive person with a heart of Buddha. He considered too many things, had too many scruples, and had too many fetters. If he had to make a choice between protecting Wudang Sect or Song Qingshu, he would definitely choose Wudang Sect.
The reason why Zhang Sanfeng was half a person was because although this old man was protective of his own shortcomings, he also paid attention to the distinction between good and evil.
"Give me a hand."
After a short moment, Song Qingshu was done. In any case, he didn't care if he offended these people. If he really wanted to cause trouble in the future, he would send his entire family to heaven.
Immediately, he jumped up and stepped into the sky like an immortal.
……
In Juxian Village.
Qiao Feng's expression did not change. His entire body was stained with blood, and the true energy in his body was endless. He forcefully withstood the attacks from thousands of martial artists.?
One had to know that the weakest of these people was a third-rate, and the strongest was even an Innate.
One plus one was not just two at this time.
However, Qiao Feng himself did not know how many people he had killed. It could have been hundreds or even thousands. In any case, the corpses piled up like mountains and rivers of blood flowed. He had fallen into a frenzy, facing the endless stream of people and fighting in all directions.
At this moment.
There was an uproar.
" Who's that?!"
" Trampling the Heavens?!"
"White-robed with a sword, a Black Tortoise pendant hanging from his waist, and the Divine Sword of Qingyang. That's Song Qingshu, the White-robed Asura, the True Martial Sword Immortal Song Qingshu!!”
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