Under One: Play as Qiao Feng at the beginning

The giant was about to say a few cruel words to suppress the situation, but the sudden extra food in his mouth made him have to give up this plan, bowed his head and began to spit out, the taste of dirt was really not good.

Qiao Feng took advantage of the situation to wrap his arms around his neck, and with all his strength, he rode directly on the giant's shoulders, wrapped his legs around his neck, and hit the giant's head with his elbows like pounding garlic.

The audience was stunned by Qiao Feng's magical operation, they couldn't believe their eyes.

Regardless of whether it was Lu Gong or the black and white contestants sent by the Wang family, Qiao Feng always let the opponent take the shot first. Why did he get to the giant and start attacking proactively?

Sure enough, the skin was rough and the flesh was thick. After Qiao Feng hit him hundreds of times with his elbow, the top of the giant's head began to bleed.

"what!"

The giant obviously felt the pain, and with a loud roar, it grabbed Qiao Feng with its big palm-like hands and pulled him down hard.

Qiao Feng's strength is very strong, but compared with the giant, he is still a bit inferior. After some tearing, Qiao Feng reluctantly left the giant's shoulder.

Like throwing a discus, the giant spun in a circle and threw Qiao Feng out, hundreds of meters away.

Of course, the giant was not much better. After being beaten by Qiao Feng, his head was covered in blood, he was dizzy and had a splitting headache, and after being thrown out of Qiao Feng, he staggered and almost fell.

There was no sound at the scene, and after the audience witnessed the strength of the giant, no one was sure that they could hold his punch.

Unexpectedly, there was such a monster in the Wang family, and everyone sighed for a while, thinking that Qiao Feng would lose this battle.

"Xiaoerlang, a young hero, takes the lead. He values ​​friendship, takes risks with himself, and takes responsibility."

A stranger with the appearance of a scholar, muttering regretfully, turned around and prepared to leave.

Cheers suddenly erupted from the crowd, and he hurriedly turned his head to look, suspecting that his eyes were dazzled.

Qiao Feng unexpectedly returned to the court at some point, as if he had never been thrown out.

"It's so powerful."

Qiao Feng slapped the dirt on his clothes and complained.

The giant wiped the blood from his eyes, but for a moment he didn't realize who was standing in front of him.

Just as he was about to reach out to grab it, Qiao Feng disappeared out of thin air. The next moment, he appeared behind the giant, leaped forward, and punched it out.

Based on physical strength alone, Qiao Feng was definitely no match for the giant. The punch just now had already exhausted him a bit, so he poured his inner strength into this punch.

The giant's body shook, and Qiao Feng's punch hit his neck, breaking his entire spine.

In the next second, the giant fell to the ground, and the ground trembled, as if an earthquake had occurred.

The giant's body from the neck down was completely unconscious, and he could only open his mouth and howl helplessly.

This is the end?

The audience couldn't accept this sudden reversal. They thought that Qiao Feng was about to lose, but he returned to the field. They thought there was going to be another fierce fight, but Qiao Feng only used one punch to knock out the giant. solved.

It's just too heartless.

Under the eyes of the audience complaining, Qiao Feng walked to the sidelines, asked for a bottle of water and drank it down in one gulp, only then did he regain his energy.

"Wang Ai, get your pig back."

Qiao Feng shouted towards the Wang family compound.

Soon, two servants carrying a stretcher came over, took a look, then turned around and ran back in a hurry, and then six people came, carried a bed board and brought the giant back.

Wang Ai hid in the yard and couldn't see his expression, but it should be very exciting.

Qiao Feng thought happily, full of pleasure after revenge.

"Qiao Feng won, Qiao Feng won"

The shouts were endless, and the audience was boiling.

A young man holding a long knife suddenly appeared in the field like a ghost, and said eeriely:

"I haven't promised this knife yet."

The voice was not high, but the words were like thunder, and the cheering audience immediately fell silent, all staring at the swordsman who appeared on the field at no time.

Everyone understood that the Wang family had sent someone to fight again.

"The first three are all weak chickens. I hope you can give me a different experience."

Qiao Feng looked at him, and said with a half smile but not a smile.

"it is good."

The swordsman was very aggressive, nodded, and slowly drew out the knife in his hand.

The five-foot-long sword has a one-foot handle, four-foot blade, and one-foot width. It looks a bit like a Fuso katana.

The swordsman held the knife in both hands, and played a few tricks with the knife, and there was a sound of cracking in the air.

"Good knife."

Qiao Feng couldn't help admiring, it's a pity that he is not an expert in using knives, otherwise he would really have the urge to grab it.

"Accept."

The swordsman stepped forward, slashing vertically, horizontally, and obliquely, and made dozens of knives in the blink of an eye. The swordsman's figure could no longer be seen, only the shadow of the sword shone with cold light.

Qiao Feng seemed to have known where the swordsman would attack, and kept shaking his body, skillfully avoiding the blade.

Awesome!
The audience only had these two words in their minds. Whether it was Swordsman or Qiao Feng, they couldn't find other words to describe them.

The swordsman stabilized his figure, stroked the face of the sword, and said in a deep voice:

"This knife of mine is made of cold iron in an extremely cold place. It is invincible and invincible."

It's so pretentious that I haven't even touched it after working for a long time, and I still have the heart to brag about it.

Qiao Feng nodded, complaining secretly in his heart.

"Next, I'm going to use a trick, prepare to die."

The swordsman put the knife across his waist with his backhand, put his feet on the ground, and spun like a top. The speed was getting faster and faster. The naked eye could no longer see the figure clearly, only a spinning cold light remained.

With the swordsman at the center, a vortex even formed, and the floating soil on the ground rose into the sky, making him sweep towards Qiao Feng like a hurricane.

The hearts of the audience reached their throats again.

With such a fast speed and such a fast knife, if Qiao Feng was hit, he would be cut in two.

The swordsman's attack became more and more fierce. Before going on the field, the Patriarch had told him not to be intimidated, and he could kill Qiao Feng if necessary.

As for Tongtianlu, it's very simple, the dead can still speak.

Isn't the Lu family's Ming Soul Art just for this?Although the two families are in a bit of the same situation now, in the face of interests, enemies can also become friends.

Wang Ai's wishful thinking was well done, but it's a pity that he overestimated his subordinates and underestimated Qiao Feng.

When the swordsman performed the so-called ultimate move, Qiao Feng retreated more than ten meters away, and then watched the opponent spin in a daze, with doubts written all over his face.

He wasn't frightened, but he just couldn't figure out where the swordsman learned his trick. In his opinion, this bullshit trick had too many flaws. Unless he was a wooden man, he couldn't be hurt by his trick.

The swordsman rotated very fast, but moved very slowly. It took him several minutes to turn around a distance of more than ten meters before turning in front of Qiao Feng.

If Qiao Feng continued to choose to avoid, then Swordsman would have to continue to switch. According to this logic, Qiao Feng would not mind changing a few more places, and he could even find time to have a cup of tea and chat, but Swordsman would die of exhaustion sooner or later.

With a compassionate attitude, Qiao Feng didn't want to tire him to death, so he put his feet on the ground, jumped into the air, and when he landed, he stepped on the swordsman's head.

Then he stomped his feet, and the spinning top stopped immediately. The swordsman bent his legs and knelt on the ground. Before he could speak, he opened his mouth and the contents of his stomach sprayed out.

This is dizzy.

The audience was taken aback.

Qiao Feng took the knife from the swordsman and fiddled with it a few times, feeling pretty good, so he stood aside and waited for him to finish vomiting.

After spitting out all the food from the previous night, the swordsman wiped his mouth and stood up unsteadily.

Qiao Feng swung the saber forward, and after a burst of saber light, there was nothing left of the swordsman, his body was covered with incisions, and he turned into a bloody man.

The swordsman passed out due to excessive blood loss.

"A group of weak chickens."

Qiao Feng spat, shook his hand, internal force invaded the blade, and the cold iron blade broke into pieces.