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

Chapter 119: Inflicting heavy damage to the four dragon heads, how to descend from Huashan

boom……

After the violent collision of internal forces, the woman's clothes were disheveled, and she stepped back several steps with her back against the wall of the cave.

Qiao Feng took a step back, and chuckled after relieving the force that was attacking him.

"Charm technique? If it's against an ordinary man, maybe this trick of yours will work."

The masked woman opposite shot a fierce look in her eyes and raised her palm to attack again.

Who is this woman who can take this palm and fight back?

But Qiao Feng had no answer in his heart.

The opponent's martial arts were extremely strange, and they were not anything he had ever seen before.

So he must be from some extremely rare sect.

"Destroy the Ming Cult, and if anyone else dares to attack, kill them all."

The masked woman shouted while attacking Qiao Feng.

Her voice became extremely harsh, as if her previous softness was all fake.

When the members of the Azure Dragon Society heard this, they immediately surrounded the Ming Cult members.

Qiao Feng ignored the chaotic fight behind him and looked at the woman in front of him.

Without any warning, he directly used the Wrath of the Wind God.

A huge illusory Dharma image appeared behind him, wrapping up Qiao Feng.

boom……

The wind howled wildly, a palm was sent flying, and the woman in white flew backwards and hit the cave wall behind her again, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

The second palm, layer upon layer of palm power followed, was intended to completely wipe out the opponent.

For the first time, panic appeared in the eyes of the woman in white.

She slapped the stone wall beside her and rushed out of the cave like a phantom.

boom……

Just a slight touch caused her to throw her head back and spit out a large mouthful of blood, then struggled to get out of the cave.

Qiao Feng's eyes focused and he flashed in front of the Ming Cult members.

Because when the woman left, she threw something in her hand and it exploded.

In the brilliant glow of the sunset glow, there are countless poisonous needles and hidden weapons.

If this happened to the people of the Ming Cult, few would survive.

ding ding ding...

As Qiao Feng suddenly unleashed his protective Qi, the Wind God's huge image roared forward, intercepting all the hidden weapons and scattering them all over the ground.

At the same time, the fight here was completely ended by this roar.

All the members of the Azure Dragon Society looked at Qiao Feng in amazement, who looked like a demon god, and forgot to take action for a moment.

The people of the Ming Cult were filled with reverence and were almost kneeling down in submission.

Qiao Feng dispelled the Wind God's wrath, and the violent winds around him instantly subsided.

"Qinglong Society... do you know of any other ways to leave Huashan?"

His eyes were on the masters wearing purple dragon head masks.

These people are all grandmasters, among the strongest men in the world, but they can only be small leaders in the Qinglong Society.

Qiao Feng couldn't help but think of Zuo Lengchan.

This person's strength is far inferior, how come he was able to be promoted to Grandmaster?

Just as I was about to ask again, a man suddenly sprayed out a cloud of black mist and rushed out.

Qiao Feng's eyes turned cold, and he dispersed the poisonous smoke with a palm, knocking the opponent against the stone wall and falling to the ground. He died in just a few breaths.

Seeing this situation, everyone in the Ming Cult's eyelids were twitching.

It seems that the leader has long wanted to kill the people from the Qinglong Society.

Otherwise, he wouldn't kill the other person so easily.

"You don't know?"

Qiao Feng looked at the remaining people.

The one he just killed was at the mid-stage Grandmaster level.

Wei Yixiao walked over, took off the other person's mask, and shook his head.

"Master, I don't know this person."

The others took a look and shook their heads at the same time. It was obvious that this was an unfamiliar master.

Facing Qiao Feng's gaze, someone finally spoke up: "There is a white eagle in the Azure Dragon Society who can carry a rope across the cliff, and then pull the iron rope to allow everyone to pass over the cliff."

“So that’s how it is.” Qiao Feng said.

But he felt speechless in his heart.

Because the white eagle seemed to have been killed by itself.

"What if there is no white eagle?"

The man shook his head: "I don't know. We can't get over this cliff."

"Capture them. Don't worry about the ordinary Qinglong Society disciples."

Qiao Feng looked at Shi Zhixuan and the others and said.

The remaining people could not be their opponents at all, and they could only rely on the large number of members of the Qinglong Society to wear them down.

But now that this fourth dragon leader had escaped, the others had lost their backbone and dared not attack Qiao Feng, so they could only surrender.

When Qiao Feng led everyone out of the cave, the woman in white had long disappeared.

A group of martial arts people followed, including Ye Kai, Lu Xiaofeng and others.

Ye Kai originally wanted to lend a helping hand to Qiao Feng, but unexpectedly the other party easily dealt with the woman in white.

It’s a pity that the blooming peacock feather made him lose his target, otherwise it would have been a problem for him to kill the seriously injured masked woman in white with one flying knife.

Everyone gathered in front of the cliff, feeling quite helpless.

The Qinglong Society is very ruthless. This is the only way to go down.

And they blew this place through directly.

Looking down, it is a hundred feet deep.

"Since there is an iron chain on the other side, I will go and check it out. You wait for a moment."

After Qiao Feng finished speaking, he grabbed the long sword that Xiao Zhao was carrying and jumped down.

This sword was recast from the Yitian Sword.

After falling more than ten meters, he thrust his sword into the cliff to slow down his descent.

After repeating this seven or eight times, he finally stood at the bottom of the cliff.

Everyone was shocked.

A Grand Master could do this, but if they accidentally strayed from the stone wall and had nowhere to gain leverage, they would be half-dead if they fell dozens of meters down.

The Qinglong Society did not leave any slope on the cliff and blew it up thoroughly.

They all stretched their heads to look and discovered that Qiao Feng had a very strange martial art that allowed him to pull himself into a stone wall and use the wall to slow down.

Others cannot use the force to change direction out of thin air.

After Qiao Feng landed, he walked forward.

The distance between here and the opposite side is not a hundred feet, it should be around seventy feet, and it doesn't look far from the ground.

Even if it was possible to use lightness skills to cover a distance of seventy feet without any leverage, Qiao Feng himself could not do it.

Qiao Feng looked to the right, but due to the dense forest, he did not find the bodies of Taoist Baisun and the white eagle.

But he knew that the white eagle must have fallen not far away after being hit by his finger force.

Taoist Baisun was unable to move and was most likely dead.

Qiao Feng sneaked into the woods, walked for a distance, his eyes moved slightly, and walked towards a big tree.

Bai Diao and Baisun Taoist priests all landed here.

The body of the white eagle was held under Taoist Baisun and was smashed beyond recognition.

Taoist Baisun was still alive. When he noticed some movement around him, he looked over in surprise.

As soon as he saw it was Qiao Feng, he immediately showed a look of despair.

"You are so lucky that you didn't die after falling from such a height."

Qiao Feng exclaimed in admiration.

If Taoist Baisun was in his peak condition, he would not be surprised if White Eagle was at the bottom.

But before Taoist Baisun landed on the ground, he was severely injured and unable to use his internal energy.

Seeing that he was speechless, Qiao Feng simply slapped him away out of thin air and turned away.

In his current condition, he is doomed to die unless there is an elixir to save his life.

But just in case, it’s better to solve it yourself.

Qiao Feng crossed the woods and walked towards the opposite cliff.

Holding the sword in hand, Qiao Feng climbed up the cliff.

Standing opposite was a group of Qinglong Society disciples, including a grandmaster wearing a purple dragon mask. They had already noticed Qiao Feng and were looking at each other in bewilderment.

Something is wrong, why is it Qiao Feng?

Just as he was about to hit Qiao Feng down, he was slapped away by Qiao Feng from mid-air.

Qiao Feng jumped onto the cliff.

"Are you the one who is in charge of the Qinglong Society here?"

Looking at the injured opponent, Qiao Feng asked.

But this person was surprisingly tough and didn't say a word.

Not far from here, there were still many other martial artists surrounding here.

Qiao Feng didn't say much and immediately took action to knock down the masters of the Azure Dragon Society one by one.

All the grandmasters and grandmaster-level masters were killed, and the rest were trembling and fleeing in all directions.

Qiao Feng ignored them and said to the martial artists, "Come here and guard these two iron chains to prevent them from being broken. I will take the iron chains over and tie them up on the other side."

"Yes, Mr. Qiao."

A group of people responded happily.

They also have friends and relatives on the other side of the mountain who cannot come down.