The heavens: pushing across all realms

Song Yuanqiao finally made a decision for Wudang, and without any hesitation, he joined forces with Feng Ji to kill the prisoners!

They were originally indifferent to Bao Yuan, but now Bao Yuan is forcing them to come to their door. Although they don't know what the content of the imperial edict is, there is no doubt that it is definitely not a good thing.

At present, the only way to relieve Wudang is to cooperate with Feng Ji and kill all the Tatars on the mountain!

Boom!

A shocking sword energy swept out, and within a radius of ten meters, there was a roaring sound.

The air was agitated and roaring continuously. Wang Baobao's sedan was the first to bear the brunt. It was directly cut into pieces by the sword energy and exploded with splashes.

Those sedan bearers with low martial arts skills could not dodge at all. They were torn apart by the sword energy in an instant, with flesh and blood splattering all over the sky, and blood flying everywhere.

Feng Ji roared in his mouth: "As a Han Chinese, you are so humble and working for the Mongolian Tatars. You all deserve to die!"

Puff puff……

The sword energy was everywhere, and wherever Feng Ji passed, broken limbs and arms flew up, and heads rolled down.

Wudang disciples also swarmed up and surrounded and killed the fleeing Tatars.

In a matter of seconds, in just a few dozen breaths, very few of the Tatar team in front of them had been killed!

Wang Baobao's head had already been cut off by Feng Ji, and his body was torn into pieces and penetrated by sword energy.

Feng Ji laughed loudly, sheathed his sword and stood up, without taking any further action.

The rest are minor roles and don't require him to do anything.

Mingjiao disciples and Wudang disciples will handle it themselves.

He looked toward the southeast, with only three words in his mind.

Zhu Yuanzhang!

"snort!"

Feng Ji sneered. As a altar leader of Mingjiao Flood Banner, this person may have long been self-reliant.

Tang Yang, the flag bearer of the Flood Flag, is probably already in the same nest as Zhu Yuanzhang!

He was perfunctory about the orders from the Mingjiao headquarters and secretly occupied the land as king. Now Fengyang was no longer enough for him to deal with, and he had already made plans for Jiangxi.

The shouts of killing at the foot of the mountain gradually subsided, and Song Yuanqiao and others hurried back.

Feng Ji didn't ask how the battle was going, he just cupped his fists and said, "Wudang friends, I need to go to Jiangxi immediately."

Song Yuanqiao hurriedly said: "Master Feng, wait a moment, Song has some questions to ask."

Feng Ji paused, looked back at him, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Now that we have killed King Ruyang's son, I'm afraid the Mongolian Tatars will be furious. I'm afraid... I, Wudang..."

Feng Ji understood that he was worried about the Mongolian Tatars dealing with Wudang.

At that moment, Feng Ji chuckled and said, "Even if you don't kill this Mongolian Tatar, do you think the Mongols won't take action against Wudang?"

He pointed to the empty image on the ground and said, "Although this person is not a real Shaolin monk, what he said should be true."

"The Shaolin sect has probably been wiped out. Now Meng Yuan is about to take action against Wudang."

Song Yuanqiao quickly asked: "Please ask Jiao Feng to teach me how to deal with it?"

"If I were a fool, I would call on the righteous people in the martial arts world to rally everyone for the sake of the country, and just raise the flag and rebel."

"Right now, there are uprisings everywhere, and Meng Yuan has too much time to take care of himself. It's not a big deal if there is another Wudang."

Song Yuanqiao was a little hesitant. This was related to the prosperity of the Wudang lineage and should not be decided easily.

Feng Ji stopped trying to persuade him and turned around and said, "If Master Zhang is out of confinement, please say hello to me and say goodbye."

At that moment, Feng Ji took the Mingjiao disciples and left Wudang immediately.

They galloped all the way, changing from land to water, heading towards Fengyang.

"Master, I'm going to Fengyang. Please tell me how to deal with it."

Peng Yingyu, Wei Yixiao and others stood behind Feng Ji, and it was Peng Yingyu who spoke.

Feng Ji said calmly: "You want to persuade me?"

Peng Yingyu stopped talking and said: "It is indeed good for the current situation to have Zhu Yuanzhang's rebel army guarding Fengyang. If he is punished, I am afraid it will make the rebels everywhere feel dissatisfied."

Feng Ji did not look back, but simply said: "I forgot to mention, I rescued this girl Zhou Zhiruo from the Wushan River in the first place. If she is unwilling to marry someone she doesn't like, are you all going to force her to marry her?" people?"

Peng Yingyu and others' expressions suddenly froze, and they couldn't help but said quickly: "This is not what I mean."

"Monk Peng, then Zhou Ziwang is your disciple. Although Zhou Zhiruo is Zhou Ziwang's daughter and can reunite Zhou Ziwang's old tribe, can't you, the master, reunite with Zhou Ziwang's old tribe?"

Peng Yingyu was shocked. After Jiangxi's defeat, he fled into Hubei with a group of men, but Zhou Ziwang's main force was broken into pieces and remained in Jiangxi.

He did think about going back to regroup, but the Mongolian Tatars in Jiangxi were killing so fiercely that he had no chance to go back.

It also happened to happen that the Mingjiao leader was in great trouble, so I never had any ideas.

At this moment, when he suddenly heard Feng Ji say this, his heart suddenly became hot.

Feng Ji turned back, looked at Peng Yingyu with a deep look, and said with a smile: "You and I both understand what Zhu Yuanzhang is thinking. He wants to swallow up Zhou Ziwang's old subordinates, so he married Zhou Zhiruo."

"You also saw Tang Yang, the flag bearer of the Flood Flag, what his attitude was when he was at Guangmingding."

"The expansion of Zhu Yuanzhang's power does not mean that our power has expanded and strengthened."

"This person is not of the same mind as you and me, so Zhou Ziwang's army can only be in our hands!"

Peng Yingyu suddenly broke out in cold sweat, hurriedly clasped her fists and said, "What the leader said is absolutely true."

Wei Yixiao couldn't help but said at this time: "If the leader can't trust Zhu Yuanzhang, why don't Old Bat go to Fengyang and take his dog head!"

Feng Ji smiled: "If I take it without telling you, wouldn't it be wrong of me to wait?"

He looked deeply and said: "Zhu Yuanzhang, although his city is extremely deep, is indeed a talent. Now that Mongolia has not been destroyed, this person is still of great use."

"It's just that this person still can't figure out who has the final say in this Mingjiao!"

Feng Ji's eyes flashed coldly, and he sneered in his heart.

King Wei Bat and Peng Yingyu looked at each other and couldn't help but mourn for Zhu Yuanzhang in their hearts.

There are countless warriors in the world, but among the innate masters, there is no one except Feng Ji.

There is no one in this world that the leader cannot kill.

It is the Mongolian Tatar emperor. I am afraid that the leader can kill most of the Tatars with a single sword.

The ship moved rapidly eastward.

Along the way, we also encountered many Tatar cavalry, brutally abusing the people on the shore.

Feng Ji did not save anyone at the risk of death. He would stop the boat and kill anyone he encountered.

At this moment in the world, the Ming Cult's prestige can be said to be at its peak.

In particular, Feng Ji became the leader of the Ming Cult and destroyed the five major sects, which completely caused a sensation in the martial arts world.

For a time, the Haisha Sect, the Giant Whale Gang, the Divine Fist Sect, the Wushan Sect and other sects no longer dared to fight with the Ming Cult.

They gave up their resistance one after another and worshiped the Ming Cult.

The power of Mingjiao expanded rapidly. Almost all the rebels in Jiangnan, Jiangbei, Hunan, Hubei, Shandong, and Liaodong took up the banner of Mingjiao.

Regardless of whether they joined the Mingjiao or not, they all regarded themselves as followers of the Mingjiao, respected the Mingzun Feng Ji, and killed prisoners to fight against the Yuan Dynasty.

This also brought the Mingjiao's power to its peak, and Feng Ji's personal reputation reached an unprecedented height.

In early September, a ship with the Mingjiao flaming flag sailed into Fengyang.

As soon as I arrived at the port, I saw a large army stationed on the shore. From a distance, I saw flags flying above the army.

There is a huge word "zhu" written on it!

This is actually Zhu Yuanzhang's army!

Feng Ji stood on the bow of the ship, staring at the uniform and solemn army on the shore. There was no expression on his face, but there was a cold glint in his eyes.

Peng Yingyu behind him couldn't help but said: "Zhu Yuanzhang is quite good at running the army. With such a military appearance, even Zhou Ziwang's men did not have such momentum."

Wei Yixiao couldn't help but asked: "What are they doing on this shore?"

As soon as he finished asking, he heard a loud roar from the shore: "My subordinate Tang He, on the order of Lord Zhutan, came to greet the leader, please come ashore!"

This man had great internal strength, and his long roar was heard over the sound of the waves in the river, accurately reaching everyone's ears.

Feng Ji suddenly laughed: "Haha, as soon as I arrived in Fengyang, Zhu Yuanzhang actually knew my whereabouts. It's amazing."

Wei Yixiao's expression also changed, and he couldn't help but said: "We have not revealed our identities along the way. Could it be possible that someone on the ship tipped off the news?"

Peng Yingyu's face also darkened, and she immediately looked back at the Mingjiao disciples on the deck.

However, these disciples have been following him for a long time. Logically speaking, no one will betray him.

Feng Ji didn't care and said calmly: "Don't worry, it doesn't matter if someone tipped off the news. I want to see what kind of tricks Zhu Yuanzhang is playing."

Peng Yingyu sighed in her heart, knowing that Feng Ji must be holding back anger.

Anyone would be unhappy if their every move was monitored by others, not to mention that Feng Ji was still the leader of the Ming Cult, while Zhu Yuanzhang was just a leader of the Hong Kong Banner.

Wei Yixiao whispered: "Are you trying to show off to the leader?"

When the people's boats docked, they saw a strong general in armor riding a horse and several soldiers among the army.

"Little man Tang He, meet the leader!"

Tang He approached the shore, jumped off the horse, knelt down on one knee, and said hello loudly.

Feng Ji took Peng Yingyu and Wei Yixiao and strode ashore and walked to Tang He.

"The internal strength is good."

"Thank you, Master, for your praise."

"Why did Zhu Yuanzhang come to greet the leader uninvited?" Wei Yixiao asked immediately.

Tang He raised his head and glanced at Wei Yixiao, and said with a playful smile: "We are busy with business, and the altar master really can't leave, so a special person is here to greet him. Is this King Wei Bat? Look at the formation of the brothers, are you satisfied?"

Wei Yi smiled, glared, and sneered: "Can't you leave? Is there anything more important than welcoming the leader?"

Tang He glanced at Feng Ji, saw that Feng Ji had no expression on his face, and immediately said with a smile: "It's not a coincidence that the leader is here. Master Zhu Tan is getting married today, and he really doesn't have time to come to greet the leader."

Feng Ji was extremely tall, and Tang He was more than a head shorter in front of Feng Ji.

Hearing Tang He's words, Feng Ji lowered his head slightly and stared at Tang He: "Oh? It's not a coincidence that I'm here? Are you saying that I shouldn't have come?"

A terrifying aura instantly crushed Tang He.

Tang He's heart suddenly beat wildly, and a life and death crisis enveloped him!

Only then did he understand how terrifying this leader Feng really was!

He opened his mouth to speak.

Suddenly Feng Ji took action!

Snapped--!

A loud slap hit Tang He directly on the face.

Tang He suddenly screamed and rolled his body several times on the ground.

Before he could get up, a boot instantly stepped on his head!

But Feng Ji pressed his head and said calmly: "You clown, who are you trying to intimidate by bringing so many troops here?"

"Isn't it a coincidence that I'm here? Haha, as long as it's Mingjiao territory, I have the final say on which day I come!"

"Who do you think you are, just trying to deal with me here?"

Tang He was trampled under Feng Ji's feet, his face was ferocious and his face was red.

He has been victorious in every battle since the beginning of the war. How has he ever suffered such humiliation?

"ah--"

Tang He roared and wanted to struggle.

At the same time, the nearby guards drew their swords, glared at Feng Ji, and surrounded him.

The neatly arranged soldiers in the distance also raised their spears and pointed them at Feng Ji and his party, showing angry expressions.

Wei Yixiao and others took action one after another, blocking Feng Ji and shouting loudly!

"stop!"

"Do you want to apostatize?"

One of Tanghe's guards was heard yelling: "So what if you rebel, just try to touch the general!"

Feng Ji suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha, good, what a Zhu Yuanzhang. It seems that your soldiers only recognize Zhu Yuanzhang and not me as the leader."

"Such soldiers are elite soldiers, so what's the use?"

Canglang!

In Feng Ji's hand, the Yitian Sword was suddenly pulled out, making an astonishing sound of sword energy vibrating.

Pfft——

On the Yitian Sword, the sword energy swept across the sky in an instant.

The surrounding soldiers were instantly torn apart, their blood mixed with pieces of flesh, and they were instantly cut and exploded by the sword energy!

The sword energy remained unabated, roaring through the air.

Bang bang bang...

There were explosions all the way, and the ground shattered into a deep trench!

This deep trench was cut in front of the army. Suddenly, the army that was about to move fell into silence for an instant!

The horses also retreated restlessly.

With just one sword strike, Feng Ji had already suppressed the team in front of him.

He sneered, pointed the tip of his sword at Tang He's forehead, and shouted: "Where is Zhu Yuanzhang? Where is Tang Yang?"

Tang He was frightened and his liver and gallbladder were split.

Only then did he realize that the leader in front of him was really murderous and had a violent temper.

After a disagreement, he actually killed someone. He had never met such a terrifying person.

The most important thing is that this leader is too strong.

He thought to himself that his martial arts was not weak, and his internal strength was quite good, but in the hands of this leader, he could not even make half a move.

One confrontation and he was almost killed.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the fear and anger in his heart, and said: "Master, forgive me. I am also acting under orders. I have no intention of treating the leader lightly. Master Zhu Tan is indeed preparing for the wedding."

Feng Ji smiled coldly: "Humph, I thought you were so tough, but you are also a coward. Get up!"

Tang He didn't dare to resist and stood up in a hurry.

Feng Ji sneered: "Where is the bride?"

"At the house of Guo Zixing, the leader of the Red Scarf Army."

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows: "Guo Zixing? Why are you there?"

This Guo Zixing was the leader of the Shandong Rebel Army in the north. Feng Ji had heard of this man's reputation many times.

Tang He lowered his head, with a look of resentment in his eyes, but he endured the humiliation and said, "Report to the leader, General Guo has accepted Miss Zhou as his adopted daughter."

Feng Ji's eyes became colder and colder.

"Ho ho ho, what a Zhu Yuanzhang, he is really good at calculating."

If Zhu Yuanzhang marries Zhou Zhiruo, he will not only get Zhou Ziwang's old troops to belong to him, but he can also use Guo Zixing's troops to revitalize his power.

It can be said that one stone kills multiple people.

Feng Ji sneered and said, "Take me to Guo Zixing's house!"

"Leader...what are you going to do?"

"This is Master Zhu Tan's wedding. Master, you are the leader of the Ming Cult, but you don't want to disturb the wedding banquet, right?"

"If this is the case, even if the leader kills me, I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public."

Tang He couldn't help but persuade him.

Feng Ji lowered his head to look at Tang He, and a sneer suddenly appeared on his face: "I didn't want to kill you. Even Zhu Yuanzhang, I want to keep him for my use."

"But seeing you protecting Zhu Yuanzhang like this today shows that this person has a very deep status in your hearts."

"If we don't get rid of it today, it will become a big problem in the future."

"Forget it, times make heroes. Nowadays, the world is in chaos, and Bao Yuan has long lost the support of the people. Even if there were no Zhu Yuanzhang, there would still be Li Yuanzhang and Zhao Yuanzhang."

Feng Ji sneered lightly: "Without Zhu Yuanzhang, I can't destroy the Mongolian Tatars?"

Tang He was instantly horrified!

He instantly understood what Feng Ji meant!

Feng Ji had murderous intentions!

Tang He was extremely frightened and secretly regretted, why did he bother to say more just now? He wanted to go to Guo Zixing, so let him go. Why did he bother to say more?

But before he could say anything to save him, Feng Ji's eyes were filled with murderous intent!

Bang!

Tang He's vision went dark, and his head was instantly punched!

Feng Ji waved his hand, looked at these majestic soldiers, and smiled coldly: "Kill——!"

Peng Yingyu and others were shocked when they saw Feng Ji holding the Heavenly Sword, like a lion entering a flock of sheep.

A sword slashed out, and in an instant, the sword energy swept across, and heads rolled!

The disciples of the Ming Cult immediately reacted and took action one after another!

"kill--"

"ah--!"

"Leader, have mercy on me, Lord, have mercy on me!"

"Brothers, fight, fight with them - ah!"

…

For a while, screams kept coming.

This solemn-looking army numbered approximately several hundred people.

However, in just ten breaths of time, Feng Ji had already swept the entire field.

There is no one left alive!

No matter how neat and uniform these people's military appearance is, facing Feng Ji, who is already an innate master, they are just like chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning.

Feng Ji put away the Yitian Sword and shouted: "Follow me to Guo Zixing's house!"

A group of people got on their horses and quickly rushed to Guo Zixing's mansion.

…

Guo Zixing's mansion was already decorated with lights and fireworks everywhere.

In a wing room to the east, Zhou Zhiruo was sitting on the bedside, wearing a Xia skin and a phoenix crown.

At the age of sixteen, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

It's just that there is no joy or joy on her face at this time, but a trace of despair.

The eyes were red and swollen, with faint glimmers of tears.

A woman on the side was helping her put on her makeup. Seeing her like this, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Good sister, why are you crying on this big day?"

"Oh, our daughter's family is born with this fate."

"I know you want to avenge your father. Right now, Brother Zhu is the biggest rebel in Fengyang. Although he is a little older and not very handsome, I think he is quite talented. He will definitely do something for you in the future. Revenge shouldn't be difficult, so why are you so resistant?"

Zhou Zhiruo's lips moved slightly, but she could not speak.

The acupuncture points all over her body were sealed and her mute acupuncture points were tapped, leaving her speechless.

The woman sighed: "Listen to Sister Ma, it is better to save one trouble than to have more troubles. You must not be willful. Just accept your fate."

While she was persuading her earnestly, she had already covered Zhou Zhiruo with a red hijab.

But at this moment, I heard the urgent voice of a guard coming from outside.

"Miss Ma, something serious has happened. The leader of the Ming Cult has arrived in person. The general is worried that things have changed. Please take Miss Zhou to the back door immediately. The carriage and horses are ready."

Zhou Zhiruo's heart skipped a beat, and under her red hijab, her eyes were full of excitement.

Although she was imprisoned here, she already knew that a month ago, the five major sects besieged Guangmingding, and the leader Feng Ji destroyed the five major sects!

When she heard Feng Ji's name for the first time, she still remembered that it sounded familiar to her. After listening carefully to the family members' discussion, she realized that Leader Feng was actually Feng Ji, the leader of the Ziwei Hall of the Sky Eagle Sect who had saved her by the river!

At this moment, Feng Ji's handsome face flashed in her mind, and she was filled with excitement.

He wanted to scream for help, but his mute point was tapped. Although he had this intention, there was nothing he could do.

For a moment, anxious tears welled up in her eyes.

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