Infinite Heroes Seat

At the foot of the Shaolin Temple, the martial arts people who were still fighting just now were gathered together, watching the two figures in the field intently fighting each other. Among the flashing figures, one was impressively known as Bei Qiao Peak. With one hand down the dragon and eighteen palms, no one in the rivers and lakes knows. In the battle of Juxianzhuang, how many righteous people lost their lives, pushing his reputation to another peak, and overshadowing Nan Murong, who had not been born for a long time. And the other white-clothed young man, although the name is unknown, everyone who belongs to the Xiaoyao faction knows that this is actually the most powerful master of the Xiaoyao faction, far above the three masters of the Xiaoyao faction, the Lingjiu Palace. Lord Mo Wen.

I saw the two people fighting in the field to their heart's content. Every move and every style was exquisite and unusual. There was the power of landslides and cracks between the hands and feet. The tyrannical palms and winds were the aftermath, so let the surrounding martial arts people. Her breathing was stagnant, and her chest became tight.

In a blink of an eye, the two have been fighting for more than 20 rounds, and their movements are getting faster and faster. The afterimages on the arms are almost indistinguishable by the naked eye. Those martial arts professionals who usually claim to be masters are stunned and eyes. Open wide and try their best to capture the action of the two people, lest they miss the wonderful scene, and a heart rises and falls with the form of the field.

Then there was a bang, and the two of them suddenly separated in the field. Qiao Feng stepped back five or six steps, while Mo Wen took a step back and stabilized his figure.

Seeing this, the Central Plains martial arts people around him let out a sigh of relief, and their hearts were temporarily relieved, but there was an uproar immediately.

That North Qiaofeng is a well-known figure in the world, although it has been besieged by the right way recently. But that martial arts is the best in the world, and the vicious fight just now also saw that the rumors were not false, and one of them counted as one. No one has the confidence to walk ten rounds under Qiao Feng.

But they were even more shocked that such a strong Qiao Feng was pushed down by another person. Who was the other person who fought against? He was dressed in white and handsome. Martial arts had never heard of this character. He was actually a martial artist. He was still above Qiao Feng, and he was only seventeen or eighteen years old. How is this practice cultivated? It's so terrible at a young age. Wouldn't it be invincible in the next few days?

The people in the martial arts looked at Mo Wen with dreadful eyes. Guessing whether it is an enemy or a friend.

Of course, Jiu Tian Jiu Bu, Thirty-Six Islands 72 Caves, and the Stars School naturally know who Mowen is and how terrifying his martial arts is. Seeing the group of martial arts practitioners stunned, they all cast their mouths. Secretly laughed.

Qiao Feng's face in the field was already extremely ugly. A pair of arms are already tingling faintly. The palm of his hand has lost consciousness, red and swollen, and the evil thief on the opposite side does not know how to practice. The internal strength of his body is unfathomable. When his eighteen palms hit the opponent, it is like hitting a wall. The shock made her own internal breath surging, and she was also exquisite in finding death, with no flaws in every move. He could only accept the opponent's attack with the eighteen palms of Jianglong, and he was already at a disadvantage.

If he usually sees such a master, he will definitely be delighted. Either make friends with it, or fight happily, but the person in front of him is his own unshakable enemy. Qiao Feng now only hates God without eyes, allowing such a traitor to practice such a high level of martial arts.

"enough!"

"Brother Joe, go! Leave me alone!"

In the crowd over there, Ah Zhu shouted with a sad expression, but Mei Jian was desperately pulled by the others, his eyes were blurred.

Qiao Feng looked over, with a ray of tenderness in his eyes.

"If you have the next life, I will accompany you to herding horses and sheep outside the Great Wall!"

"I am sorry for you in this life—"

"Go away!"

Azhu said in pain with tears in his eyes.

Qiao Feng shook his head, looked at A Zhu for the last time, then turned his head, looked at Mo Wen and said coldly.

"Although I don't know who I am, and I don't even know who my enemy is, Qiao, who has lived in a muddle-headed manner for decades, is still an indomitable man. If I don't kill this thief today, I promise not to be a man!"

He seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be talking to Azhu, Qiao Feng's tone was a little melancholy, and he let out another long breath, and then he saw his face change, he was more serious than ever Stomping, rushing forward again, the eighteen palms came towards Mo Wen with a howling palm wind.

Mo Wen frowned, just because after Qiao Feng used this trick, he was only offensive, and the flaws were huge. If he wanted to, he could kill him with a palm, but he would also be beaten back by his dying counterattack. Severely injured, he could only lift Ling Bo with a slight step and retreat.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Feng won the power and did not forgive others. Eighteen palms used one after another. One move and one move was like an overwhelming attack on Mo Wen. The moves were connected, and Mo Wen was immediately suppressed, and the situation on the court was reversed for a while. Open.

Qiao Feng was a first-class master. At this time, he was fighting for his life, and even Mo Wen had to face it and avoid him for the time being.

"court death!"

Once again forced to retreat by Qiao Feng, he looked at the next palm that was unreasonable.

A trace of anger flashed in Mo Wen's eyes, grasping a flaw, and forcibly shot, Tianshan Zhemei slammed Qiao Feng's palm with his hand, and the other hand was printed on his chest, hearing only a clear sound of bone cracking , Qiao Feng's ribs were broken by Mo Wen with a single blow, and his five internal organs were also severely injured.

However, Mo Wen's face changed in the next moment. The secret path was not good. Instead, a smile cracked from the corner of Qiao Feng's mouth, which was severely injured.

The two were so close to each other that they couldn't dodge. The blood that spurted out instantly stained Mo Wen's face, making Mo Wen's eyes full of blood and unable to see clearly. Mo Wen was caught off guard, unable to avoid, and was slapped on the shoulder, and then only felt a sharp pain, the whole shoulder bone wanted to be broken, and he didn't dare to be negligent, so he immediately transported Ling Bo. Step back slightly.

He wiped the blood from his eyes with his hand and felt the injury on his shoulder. Mo Wen breathed a sigh of relief. There was no break, but there were some bruises, which had little effect. This was relieved. After all, there will be a tricky thing later. His opponent stared coldly at the vomiting Qiao Feng who was standing in place, and he hummed in his heart. Qiao Feng, who ate himself a palm and forced his luck, was far worse than him at this time.

He spit out blood, but Qiao Feng straightened up again in Mo Wen's gaze, his gaze exuded a fierce fighting spirit, and shouted at Mo Wen: "Come again!"

After speaking, he urged the internal strength of the whole body again, and Jianglong fought for his life with eighteen palms.

It's a pity that he is still unscrupulously badly injured.

"do not want!--"

"Brother Joe, stop!"

Seeing the blood covered in the court and being repulsed by Mo Wen again and again, A Zhu felt desperate in his heart.

When Mo Wen finally saw Qiao Feng being slapped on the shoulder with a palm of her body, she was shaking half-kneeling on the ground and couldn't stand up anymore, she finally couldn't bear it.

Pulling away the Mei Jian and others who were holding him back, A Zhu ran over and hugged Qiao Feng, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and begged Mo Wen who was walking: "Mo, no, master, please. Let go of Brother Qiao, I am willing to be a cow and a horse for you for the rest of my life—"

Mo Wen just looked at the two indifferently, but his expression didn't change at all, and he approached step by step.

Qiao Feng pushed A Zhu away, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and said loudly, "No, don't ask this thief, A Zhu, today I must save you out of the sea of ​​misery!"

After finishing speaking, he staggered and stood up again, rushing towards Mo Wen unsteadily, and using all his remaining internal strength, he lifted eighteen palms and called towards Mo Wen.

Kang Long has regrets!

The overbearing move, at this time no longer the previous aura, like a dying old dragon, pounced on his opponent with unwillingness, despair and final dignity.

The surrounding masters couldn’t bear to close their eyes. Although Qiao Feng is not tolerated by the right way now, his martial arts and past achievements are also engraved in everyone’s heart. Seeing his miserable appearance at this time, no matter the enemy The hearts of the friends are full of regrets, and those who have old times with Qiao Feng are even more painful in their hearts. The old man, the unbeatable master in the world, ended up like this in the end.

Looking at Qiao Feng’s weak palm, and shook his head, Mo Wen wanted to dismiss him casually, but the next moment he seemed to feel something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the distant hall, where several figures suddenly appeared. Jumped out.

A finger stretched out.

Six Vein Excalibur!

"No!--"

A Zhu watched as an invisible sword energy penetrated Qiao Feng's head~www.wuxiamtl.com~The back figure that had stood upright swayed from side to side, and fell backward.

"No!"

Ah Zhu only felt black in front of him, hugged Qiao Feng's fallen body, looked at the **** wound, and cried loudly.

And Mo Wen, who had solved Qiao Feng, ignored the two crying people, and left in a big stride. Wherever he passed, the group of heroes avoided, looking at him like a scourge.

Outside the Daxiong Hall, the three figures were fleeing in embarrassment. Wang Yuyan supported Azi who was wearing purple clothes. Abi grabbed Kumazhi, who didn't know his life or death, and the three of them galloped down the mountain from there.

Behind them, dozens of murderous masters are chasing after them, and behind them, a thin monk in a green robe is slowly walking down step by step.

The sweeping monk of Shaolin Temple.

The number one master of Tianlong in the original book.

At the most critical moment of Shaolin Temple, he finally made a move. (To be continued...)