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

Huang Rong opened her mouth to try to keep Qiao Feng, but Qiao Feng had disappeared.

"Don't worry, with Master Qiao's current strength, it will be difficult to find a master in the martial arts world who can put him in danger."

Lian Xing comforted.

Then, she took Huang Rong and Xiao Zhao to the shore.

She was the calmest one. If the others followed them, they would only be a burden if they really encountered a top-level expert.

Qiao Feng left the others and quickly rushed over there.

Since the Qinglong Society is causing trouble here, I certainly can't pretend I didn't see it. It's only right that I cause them some trouble.

In just a few moments, Qiao Feng had crossed half of the Spirit Snake Island and arrived at the other side of the Spirit Snake Island that Daiqisi mentioned.

On the way, Qiao Feng also found their traces.

The opponent had no cover at all, allowing Qiao Feng to quickly lock onto the target.

“Was this caused by an earthquake?”

Qiao Feng frowned and looked at the dark rift not far away.

What’s strange is that although this rift seems to be bottomless, it does not attract the sea water around the island, as if there is a barrier at the edge of the island.

This magical scene made Qiao Feng even more curious.

There are many caves with human figures on the edge of the rift.

Qiao Feng approached quietly, his expression suddenly frozen.

I saw those people piercing some unconscious martial artists with long iron nails and nailing them to the inner wall of the rift, and then letting the blood flow out of their wounds and continuously gather into the rift.

The rest who regained consciousness were thrown directly into the dark rift, and faint screams were heard.

Qiao Feng glanced at the edge of the rift and found that he had underestimated the appeal of the Dragon Slaying Sword.

The two or three hundred people I saw when I first arrived were just a small part.

At present, there are almost a thousand people here.

Outside the island, there were countless people practicing martial arts flocking here.

Qiao Feng observed for a while.

This scene is really creepy.

Although the Qinglong Society is overbearing and tyrannical, and a bit evil, it is not an openly evil cult that practices martial arts with human blood.

So why did such evil behavior happen to them?

Seeing martial artists being brought in from all directions of the Spirit Snake Island, Qiao Feng was silent for a few breaths, then stood up and used his Qing Kung Fu to fly over.

"stop."

Qiao Feng shouted, and at the same time, he struck out with his palms, severely injuring several members of the Azure Dragon Society who were about to push others into the rift, making them lose their fighting power.

His appearance caused a commotion at the scene, but soon experts surrounded him.

"Master Qiao, you're meddling in too many things."

A cold and hard voice came.

The other party was wearing a mask, but judging from his aura, he was obviously a powerful man at the peak of the Grandmaster level.

Qiao Feng couldn't help but feel a little depressed. The sharp aura emanating from this man showed that he was a top swordsman.

He had met Ximen Chuxue and Xie Xiaofeng, and had even had a sparring match with Yan Shisan, so he knew even more about the horror of the swordsman in front of him.

His swordsmanship may surpass that of Ximen Chuxue and Xie Xiaofeng at present.

It even surpassed Yan Shisan who was using his full strength to perform the fourteenth sword.

"I don't know when the Qinglong Society started to slaughter its own people and practice evil skills with their flesh and blood."

Qiao Feng spoke calmly.

The Qinglong Society during Bai Yujing's time was just overbearing and powerful.

The Qinglong Society at this time was obviously not normal.

The tall and thin swordsman on the opposite side moved slightly and said, "Since you know about the Qinglong Society, how about I give you a choice.

“First, if you join the Azure Dragon Society, you will know the ins and outs. The so-called supreme master of martial arts is nothing but a joke.

"Second, your life will remain here. Since I returned to the martial arts world, the sword in my hand has never drunk the blood of a peak grandmaster. You are the first."

The other party said it very naturally, as if if he drew his sword, even a peak grandmaster would still become a dead soul under the sword.

With a cry, the long sword was unsheathed.

"It seems you already have a choice."

When the other party saw that Qiao Feng did not reply, he already grasped the long sword at his waist in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng narrowed his eyes.

The other party actually held the sword in his left hand.

There are not many left-handed swordsmen, and even fewer left-handed swordsmen among the top swordsmen.

"Who are you? Why are you working for the Azure Dragon Society?"

Qiao Feng asked.

"You don't need to know my identity, but I will make you understand clearly about the Azure Dragon Society. The Azure Dragon Society can let me see the world of swordsmanship at a higher level. We are gathered together for our own future, not to risk our lives."

Qiao Feng became even more confused.

What the hell?

Can't you be more clear?

But the other party launched the attack as soon as he finished speaking.

A flash of sword light suddenly appeared, like stars blooming in the night sky, leaving Qiao Feng with no escape.

Immediately, Qiao Feng raised his palm and struck three times in a row, using his powerful internal force to disperse the opponent's sword energy.

“Good skill.”

The swordsman on the opposite side praised, and then several sword lights, wrapped in the swords in their hands, attacked Qiao Feng.

The sword light blocked the vital points on Qiao Feng's body, and it was obvious that he had no intention of holding back.

Qiao Feng immediately shouted in a deep voice, raised his palm and practiced his internal energy. A dragon’s roar was heard, and a golden dragon flew out from his palm with unparalleled force, knocking the opponent away.

"Forget about this little trick."

Qiao Feng said coldly.

There are many changes in the opponent's swordsmanship, but they are mixed with fierce murderous intent.

But after seeing Yan Shisan's fourteenth sword, it became quite easy for Qiao Feng to deal with it.

Thinking of this, Qiao Feng immediately formed his fingers into swords and used his finger power.

The opponent was not angry at all despite being mocked by Qiao Feng, but instead attacked with another sword.

This time, unlike the previous times, the sword was erratic and aimed directly at the face.

Qiao Feng's eyes focused and he exerted force with his fingers. A sense of destruction gathered at his fingertips and he hit the sword with an extremely mysterious move.

Ding……

The long sword shattered into four or five pieces.

"How can you use the power of your fingers to perform sword moves..."

The other party cried out in surprise.

Qiao Feng chuckled and switched to palm attack.

Just now he was just trying to simulate Yan Shisan's fourteenth sword, but he added the artistic conception of his own Dragon Subduing Palm, and he didn't expect the effect to be so good.

The sword in the opponent's hand was not a magical weapon, so it could not withstand his full force and was destroyed.

However, the opponent drew out another sword with his backhand.

He had been carrying the sword behind his back all the time, and Qiao Feng had expected this and was not surprised.

But this time, he used the sword in his right hand.

Turns out he's not left-handed.

This sword is his real sword.

"Jing Wuming?" Qiao Feng suddenly asked.

The opponent did not reply, and a series of sword lights attacked, forcing Qiao Feng to take the attack.

He struck out sword after sword, the force of the sword was fierce and strange, full of murderous intent. Even if he missed, it still caused a stinging sensation on Qiao Feng's arm.

"It seems I guessed it right."

When Qiao Feng opened his mouth, his palm technique suddenly changed.

He put his palms together, and suddenly let out a long roar, and a rumbling sound came from the air.

Jing Wuming was blown away.

I saw a huge Dharma image appearing around Qiao Feng, vaguely attached to his body, and there was a howling wind all around.

An immense force gathered around Qiao Feng. Jing Wuming released the force from his body, stood firm, and stared at the scene in a daze.

At this moment, they were more than ten meters away, but he felt that if he didn't use all his strength, he couldn't get close to Qiao Feng, so how could he kill Qiao Feng?

Qiao Feng suddenly raised his eyes.

"Jing Wuming, Qiao will give you a chance today. Either tell me the reason why Qinglong will do this, or die."

Qiao Feng bent his legs slightly, stood in a bow stance and began to use his palm techniques. The strong wind around him blew up sand and stones, roaring along with his movements.

This scene has stunned the other members of the Qinglong Society.

Is this the power of a peak Grand Master?

Qiao Feng was very satisfied with the power of this move.

If he wanted to kill Jing Wuming, he only needed to use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms with all his strength. If he wanted to use more difficult skills, he could use the Nineteenth Palm. The battle could end with just one palm.

But after a little thought, he decided to practice on Jing Wuming.

The first move of the Four Symbols of Heaven's Will, the Wrath of the Wind God, was to see whether Jing Wuming, a master at the same level as himself, could withstand it.

The effect was obvious, he was no match at all.

"You wouldn't understand."

Jing Wuming gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand and gently closed his eyes. A black light suddenly appeared at the tip of the sword.