Infinite Heroes Seat

"Azhu! I finally found you!"

The heroic voice sounded almost half the battlefield, excited, relaxed, and puzzled. The voice was mixed with so many emotions that it made people confused what the owner of the voice was saying.

At the other end of the battlefield, a girl in red, who was fighting someone else, was stiff and turned around abruptly, even scrupulous about the opponent in front of her.

Swords and swords shadows, among the heavy crowd, a tall figure was standing there, with a trace of fatigue and vicissitudes on his face covered with wind and dust, but at this time he showed a joyful smile.

"Brother Qiao!" Looking at the figure idiotically, tears filled A Zhu's eyes.

"Azhu! I finally found you!"

Qiao Feng looked at the figure who was thinking about it, with endless joy in his heart. He strode forward, and a master of 36 islands stopped in front of him, but he was chopped by the palm of his hand, and then strode towards him. .

"Brother Qiao, Brother Qiao!..." Ah Zhu only felt a thousand words hidden in his heart, but could not say anything. Pain, guilt, bitterness, confusion, all kinds of feelings came to his heart.

"No, no..." Seeing the approaching figure, A Zhu shook her head and staggered back. She didn't want to see him, she had no face to see him.

"Be careful!"

Qiao Feng's face suddenly changed when he strode, and he leaped up abruptly, with his toes a little on the ground, and leaped forward.

Behind Ah Zhu, the opponent who had just raised his long knife and slashed towards Ah Zhu's back, while Ah Zhu was still in a trance. There was no reaction at all.

"Damn it!"

Qiao Feng broke his canthus, struggling to urge his internal strength, but he could only watch the long knife force towards Ah Zhu. He is too far away from Ah Zhu.

"you dare!"

Qiao Feng yelled frantically, but there was no time for rescue.

Seeing that A Zhu was about to die by someone else's sword, a white figure suddenly appeared beside A Zhu, with a long arm, he hugged A Zhu in his arms, and then he waved his other hand at random, and the warrior behind him Slashed on the chest with a palm. Accompanied by a burst of bone fracture, the warrior immediately died in Qi Jue.

Seeing Azhu being rescued in the distance, Qiao Feng's heart was also relaxed. Immediately after striding a few steps, they came to the two of them, and punched the white figure.

"Master Mo, thank you for saving Azhu."

Although Qiao Feng and Mo Wen only met a few years ago. But Mo Wen looked handsome. Moreover, the martial arts is high, naturally there is still a bit of impression, and you have to reach out to take Azhu from Mo Wen's arms while speaking.

Unexpectedly, Mo Wen took A Zhu back a few steps, drew a distance, and then said playfully: "Why do you want to say thank you, A Zhu is my woman, I naturally want to save her!"

"what?"

Qiao Feng just felt stiff all over, as if he had been struck by lightning. Stand still on the spot.

A Zhu's body trembled in Mo Wen's arms, and then the corners of his eyes wept. Bow his head and say nothing.

"This this--"

Qiao Feng only felt astringent in his mouth, and heart-like pain suddenly rushed to his heart. Is the woman who has been with him as a company, and the woman who has been by his side when she is most painful, has her own heart?

"Azhu, is this true?" Qiao Feng never thought that one day he would make such a trembling sound.

Ah Zhu did not answer, still lowering his head.

"Really?" Qiao Feng smiled miserably.

Looking at Mo Wen, who was dressed in white and suave, and looked at himself covered in dust and embarrassed, Qiao Feng raised his head bitterly and secretly said that it’s okay. After all, he’s just a Khitan wild species, and he’s still Being chased by the whole arena, Ah Zhu will probably not be able to live the life he wants with her. With Lord Mo, she can live happily.

Immediately held a fist at Mo Wen.

"Azhu is a good girl, and I hope Lord Mo will not let her down!"

After talking about turning around, he was leaving. In this martial arts conference, Qiao Feng also took a great risk to come here secretly. If he is good, he will attack in groups, but he can't find A Zhu everywhere, and he is anxious, so he ventures out, hoping to inquire about some news. At this time, seeing A Zhu is fine, he naturally doesn't want to stay here anymore. He never cared about the stolen Eighteen Palms Cheats of Jianglong, everything was just a dream.

In the battlefield of fighting, Qiao Feng's heart is exceptionally lonely, the sky is big and the earth is big, where should he go. revenge? It took a few years for myself to find the eldest brother who took the lead, living in seclusion? The woman he loves has already fallen into the arms of others, and for a time Qiao Feng only feels desperate and helpless.

"Ah! ——" Qiao Feng screamed frantically, slapped a martial arts man who had approached him with a palm, and then left in a stride, unspeakably lonely and lonely.

On the other side, watching Qiao Feng's back, tears gushing from A Zhu's eyes.

"I told Azhu to steal the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon!"

A voice quietly sounded behind him, Qiao Feng's steps paused slightly, and he strode forward.

"The people in Juxianzhuang were killed by my men!"

Qiao Feng stopped abruptly and turned around, staring at Mo Wen with an ugly expression on his face.

As if unable to detect Qiao Feng’s anger, Mo Wen lowered his head and approached Ah Zhu’s face, gently sniffing the scent on the neck, then raised his head and looked at Qiao Feng with a light smile: "A Zhu, yes I forced to stay by my side!"

As soon as he said this, Azhu in Mo Wen's arms burst into tears, with a sad expression on his face.

"I killed you thief!"

A roar resounded violently through the audience, and all those who fought against each other were taken aback and cast their gazes in the middle of the field.

I saw that Qiao Feng stood up long, his face was particularly sordid, and his heart was both regretful and angry. A pair of red eyes staring at Mo Wen, he immediately strode out, stroked his left hand, and called a palm of his right hand. , He struck Mo Wen, it was Jianglong’s eighteen palms, "Kang Long has regrets". When he took out his palm, he was still 15 to 60 feet away from Mo Wen, but it was easy to talk about. When the palm was born, the two were no more than seven or eight feet apart.

In the world of martial arts, no matter how strong your palm is, there will never be a palm that can hit more than five feet. Tangtang Bei Qiaofeng would naturally not make this kind of mistake. He saw that he was three or four feet away from Mo Wen with a palm out, and another move "Kang Long has regrets", pushing his hind palms and both palms. The strength is together, and the overwhelming pressure will come.

But Mo Wen was not panicked. In the original work, Qiao Feng dealt with Ding Chunqiu in this way. Unfortunately, Mo Wen's martial arts was far better than Ding Chunqiu's waste of poison.

With a light push in his hand, Ah Zhu was sent out, Mo Wen then moved back with his toes, and the distance between the two of them was five feet apart.

Seeing Mo Wen retreat, Qiao Feng made another move "Kang Long has regrets", his palm strength was like a wave of anger, uncontrollable, like an invisible high wall, rushing forward.

Mo Wen had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and his figure continued to recede. At this time, he specializes in Lingbo's microsteps for a long time, and his light power has already reached its peak. Although Qiao Feng's military force is good, his light power is still a little worse, anyway. Can't catch up, three palms have passed, the spirit has been lost, and I have to stop.

He didn't smile when he saw it, and stomped his right foot to the ground, his whole body stretched like an open bow, and then rushed back.

"Good thief!"

When Qiao Feng saw this, he sneered~www.wuxiamtl.com~ With both palms pushed forward, Baili was shocked by one move. Mo Wen also raised his palms, and the two palms were facing each other. The whole person stopped, but Qiao Feng took a few steps back, and his heart was shocked. Since he was successful in learning arts, he has never lost against others. The thief has a high internal strength.

However, Qiao Feng was originally from the heroic generation. At this time, he was his enemy again. On the contrary, his fighting spirit was even more vigorous. He prodded forward with his left palm. It was a sudden move, and then his right palm pierced out from under his left palm, attacking Mo Wen. The lower abdomen, however, may leap into the abyss, and both moves to attack Mo Wen.

Without a smile, Tianshan Zhemei used his hand, or grabbed or slapped it, and then moved his palms away, undiminishedly patted towards the acupuncture points on Qiao Feng's arm, Qiao Feng was slightly on the side of his body, and moved away. Mo Wen turned his hands, then turned and slashed with his backhand, but he used the dragon to swing his tail.

Both of them are the best martial arts, you come and I block, and they immediately fight into a group.

That roar like a dragon, that fierce palm wind, and that exquisite move attracted everyone's attention for a while. Whether it is a member of the Central Plains Jianghu or the Xiaoyao faction, they stopped the battle in their hands, separated the two sides, and had a tacit understanding. The ground surrounded the middle ground and watched this rare battle of the top masters. (To be continued...)