Under One: Play as Qiao Feng at the beginning

This time there are more than 20 people of all genders, and some of them are even strong.

Soon, this group of people arrived in front of Qiao Feng and Jia Zhengliang, turning a blind eye to the corpse of their companion under their feet.

"I seem to smell prey."

A man with a hooked nose looked at Qiao Feng with a gleam in his eyes.

prey?

The corners of Qiao Feng's mouth lightly lifted, as if he heard a very funny joke.

These whole-sex people really have no self-knowledge.

"I can't wait to taste the blood."

The other licked his lips, as if reminiscing about some delicacy.

"Hahaha"

The others laughed out loud, completely ignoring Qiao Feng and Jia Zhengliang.

"Then, please taste your own blood first."

After Qiao Feng finished speaking, he clapped his palm.

The head of the person who said he wanted to taste the blood was like a rubber ball. Qiao Feng slapped his head into the air and hit a tree not far away, breaking into pieces.

The body that was still in place swayed, and fell to the ground with a plop, blood gushing out from the broken neck.

Qiao Feng had already made a move, so Jia Zhengliang couldn't be idle, so the six throwing knives came out and rushed into the crowd.

There was a loud noise, and there were a few more corpses on the ground.

Several people died in a single encounter, and the whole-sexed people put away their contempt and became fully on guard.

"I didn't see that the two are still masters."

A hunchbacked middle-aged man glanced at Qiao Feng and Jia Zhengliang, waved his hand suddenly, and shouted:
"Everyone go up together and destroy them."

The one who rushed to the front was a strong man over two meters tall, holding a broad-backed machete about one meter long in his hand, and rushed towards Qiao Feng.

"It's exciting to kill a master."

The strong man let out a strange cry, with the expression on his face as if a beast had seen the food, and the machete in his hand slashed at Qiao Feng's head.

When the blade slashed down, with the whistling sound of the wind, even a stone could be split in half.

Qiao Feng turned sideways unhurriedly, dodging the saber, and then hit the saber with a punch.

"Crack", a crisp sound.

This machete, which weighed more than a hundred catties and was made of fine steel, was broken by a single punch.

Qiao Feng took advantage of the situation with a kick, and the falling half of the knife was kicked away by him, and shot out.

The half machete that flew out ran towards the crowd, and instantly penetrated the chest of a person who had no time to dodge.

He took a rain of blood and nailed it to the big tree behind.

The strong man didn't expect Qiao Feng to be so powerful, so he took two steps back, his hand holding the machete trembling.

The tiger's mouth was shattered, and blood flowed down the handle of the knife.

Qiao Feng didn't give him a chance to catch his breath, he kicked his feet, and he rushed forward, punching the strong man in the stomach again.

The strong man bent down, and half of the machete in his hand fell to the ground.

Qiao Feng jumped on the strong man's back, clasped and twisted his hands.

With a click, the strong man's head turned 360 degrees, and fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no more movement.

All of this only happened in a blink of an eye. After Qiao Feng finished off the strong man, the people behind rushed up.

Qiao Feng rushed into the crowd without any hesitation, he swung his palms left and right, and immediately several other monsters were killed by his palms.

Coupled with Jia Zhengliang's throwing knife assist, a pile of corpses lay down on the ground very quickly, and there were only six people left.

Those who can survive to the end are naturally stronger.

Those people looked at each other and immediately dispersed, except for two who entangled Jia Zhengliang, the remaining four surrounded Qiao Feng.

They also saw that Qiao Feng was the strongest.

"Eat my punch."

A thin and full-sex monster jumped up, and with the speed of his fall, he punched Qiao Feng on the top of his head.

This punch is not only fast, but also has real energy.

Qiao Feng raised his arms, injected real qi to protect the top of his head, and blocked the punch.

It had to be said that although the opponent was thin and small, his fists were not weak at all, and Qiao Feng's arms were numb from the shock.

The opponent failed in one blow, and immediately retreated.

Just when Qiao Feng was about to catch up, a sudden change occurred.

A rope sprang out from the left and right sides, tightly entangled his arms, and he couldn't break free for a while.

The person who punched before jumped forward again, turned his fist into a palm, and slapped Qiao Feng's chest.

In desperation, Qiao Feng quickly used the Nine Suns Magic Art.

The man slapped it with his palm, just as he met Qiao Feng's protective qi, he was shocked and took a few steps back.

"what."

Qiao Feng let out a roar and swung his arms vigorously, the two ropes entangled him broke into several knots.

"Falling the devil's palm."

With one palm, Qiao Feng sent the guy who was sneaking up on him flying, and when he jumped up, he hit his face with his knee again, completely ending his life.

Just as Qiao Feng landed, a gust of wind hit him, he turned his head to avoid it, and a icy streak passed across his face.

"You are dead."

Qiao Feng touched the cut on his face that was drawn by a hidden weapon, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Then the whole person disappeared in place, only an afterimage flashed by.

The next moment, Qiao Feng appeared in front of the person who was hiding in the dark and sneaking up on him.

The man was still holding a three-edged dart in his hand, but it was a pity that he hadn't had time to throw it yet.

Qiao Feng's speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

"Hacking someone in the back, what a skill."

Qiao Feng stared at the man, and said in a cold voice.

He saw fear and despair in the man's eyes, but no mercy.

This is a battlefield, not a martial arts arena, where life and death are divided regardless of whether you win or lose.

Qiao Feng raised his hands and clapped them.

Crack, that person's head was smashed by Qiao Feng like a watermelon, red and white liquid splashed everywhere.

"now you."

Qiao Feng jumped forward and landed firmly in front of another all-sex monster, which was the one of the two who wrapped his arms with a rope before.

Without hesitation, Qiao Feng punched the man in the ribs, took the opportunity to snatch the remaining half of the rope from the man, and then quickly dodged behind the man.

Pull hard, and there is another crisp sound.

At some point, the rope that Qiao Fengjin snatched got wrapped around the opponent's neck.

With this pull, it went straight into the man's throat and crushed it.

The man opened his mouth to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. After a stream of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, he fell limply to the ground.

"Just you."

Qiao Feng raised his eyes and saw Quan Xing standing opposite him, and rushed over directly.

The man was already stunned by Qiao Feng's outburst of strength, he had no intention of fighting again, he turned around and ran away after being stunned for a moment.

For him who joined Quanxing, although it feels good to do evil, but more importantly, life is cool.

"Do you think you can escape?"

Before running ten meters away, Qiao Feng had already caught up, and immediately slapped the man on the back.

The man's footsteps froze, and then he opened his mouth and spit out a mixture of blood and internal organs.

Qiao Feng's palm concealed internal energy, and it completely crushed the opponent's internal organs.