The heavens: pushing across all realms

In Liu's yard, the sound of fighting roared like thunder.

Zhao Jinhuan kills with every move, like a mad tiger.

Feng Ji changed his domineering style and spread out the plum blossom pile under his feet, making him agile and changeable.

It looked like he was losing ground and Zhao Jinhuan had the upper hand.

However, among the crowd, the crippled Zhouzhuang looked shocked and in disbelief.

"Beidou pile? Five elements pile? Tiangang pile? Star pile? Impossible, impossible! How can he know the various movements of Plum Blossom Boxing?"

Zhouzhuang was frightened. Looking at Feng Ji's flexible movements, he was sweating like rain.

He couldn't believe it because he had only shown Plum Blossom Boxing once in front of Feng Ji.

But the Plum Blossom Boxing Kung Fu mastered by Feng Ji at this time does not look like a beginner at all. On the contrary, it is more proficient than him, an experienced boxer who has been immersed in it for many years!

How can this be?

He clearly remembered that when he first taught Feng Ji, Feng Ji couldn't even stand firmly on the plum blossom stand when he was learning boxing.

"Did this little beast already know Plum Blossom Boxing? Did he deliberately set up a plan to lure me here?"

He had to make this guess.

Not far away, people at Zhenyuan Escort Bureau were also talking in surprise.

"Zhao Jinhuan actually has such superb sword skills?"

"Fortunately, I didn't take action just now, otherwise it might not have ended well."

"This young man is in danger."

"Ginger is still spicy when it's old."

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Next to Wen Biao, Wen Bao couldn't help but whispered: "Brother, you are still smart and didn't take action rashly just now. Otherwise, if Zhao Jinhuan used this sword technique at this time, I am afraid that the brothers in the escort agency would suffer heavy casualties. It would be a pity. This young man dying."

Wen Biao glanced at his younger brother and couldn't help but shook his head: "Do you think Zhao Jinhuan will definitely win?"

Wen Bao was stunned and said in surprise: "Isn't it? He can only dodge. Zhao Jinhuan's sword just now broke his golden bell."

Wen Biao frowned, glanced at Wen Bao dissatisfied, and said: "I asked you to practice more on weekdays, but you don't listen. Do you think that young man lost? Look at his quick and flexible movements and his walking steps. Do you think he lost?" Square inch?"

"This is the movement technique of the Northern School Plum Blossom Boxing. It is fast and agile. It looks dangerous, but in fact it is very easy to do."

Speaking of this, Wen Biao praised: "At such a young age, he actually mastered the Golden Bell Qigong and Plum Blossom Boxing at the same time. This person is extremely talented and I don't know who he learned from."

Wen Bao frowned and couldn't help but said: "Brother, do you want to help him?"

Wen Biao pondered, then suddenly spoke after a moment, and said loudly: "Master Zhao's combined sword is so powerful, is it the inheritance of Qi Family Quan?"

"I heard that the Qi family's boxing technique is strong and powerful, the force is smooth, the movement and stillness are consistent, and the changes are smooth. One sword can be used three times in a row."

"It's a pity that your sword is not a real Qi family sword. It is powerful enough, but much less flexible."

"If we fight fast with fast speed, I'm afraid...well, the old monkey talks too much, haha."

He seemed to be commenting, but in fact he was giving guidance to Feng Ji.

When Feng Ji heard this, he also smiled.

Zhao Jinhuan was furious and shouted: "Since you know how to talk too much, just shut the hell up!"

He raised the knife on his knees and slashed at Feng Ji's feet, intending to attack Feng Ji's lower body.

At this moment, Feng Ji suddenly stopped and kicked the blade fiercely, swinging the blade away.

Immediately, he punched Zhao Jinhuan in the face with a backhand punch.

Zhao Jinhuan was shocked. This was Feng Ji's first counterattack since he challenged his sword skills.

He hurriedly wrapped his head with a move, trying to force Feng Ji's fist back.

Feng Ji grinned, took a step back, and asked, "Do you have a total of eighteen sword techniques?"

Zhao Jinhuan was stunned and couldn't help but be shocked: "How do you know?"

Feng Ji sneered: "After fighting for so long, you just changed these eighteen moves over and over again. I can't see it?"

Zhao Jinhuan couldn't believe it: "Have you been memorizing my sword moves?"

Feng Ji didn't answer. He turned around and hugged Wen Biao, saying, "Can I borrow your sword?"

Wen Biao was stunned, then laughed loudly: "Why not?"

With a light kick, he picked up Wenbao's sword beside him, turned around and kicked the sword to the side again, hitting the hilt of the sword.

Suddenly the single sword whizzed and flew towards Feng Ji with a whimper.

Feng Ji reached out and grabbed the handle of the knife, laughing loudly: "Thank you!"

The next moment, he held a single sword, stepped forward, faced Zhao Jinhuan, and slashed Huashan with one move!

Zhao Jinhuan was startled and quickly blocked the attack with his sword. He then wrapped his head around his head and fought back violently.

Feng Ji laughed, bent down and lowered his head, the light of the sword flashed past, it turned out to be the move Zhao Jinhuan had used before, sweeping the sword and pushing flat!

Zhao Jinhuan was even more surprised, and an idea came to his mind in disbelief.

"How could he use my Panlong sword alone?"

The so-called Panlong Single Sword is the scientific name of the Qi Jia He Combat Sword, and it is one of the Qi Jia Quan sword techniques.

The Qi Family Sword is popular in Shandong and is famous for its swordsmanship.

It is also widely circulated in the Northern Broadsword Club, and later became the practice swordsmanship of our army's swordsmanship team.

What Zhao Jinhuan couldn't believe was that Feng Jihui had learned his sword skills during the battle just now.

He couldn't accept this.

But the two of them kept exchanging blows, and the more they fought, the more frightened he became!

Feng Ji's moves were all Panlong's single-sword moves, all of which were sword techniques he had performed before.

He was in a daze, his mind was lost, and it was difficult to accept it.

Bang!

Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and Feng Ji slashed across with his sword, instantly cutting off Zhao Jinhuan's single sword.

The next moment, he slashed with his sword and struck Zhao Jinhuan on the shoulder with a pop.

Zhao Jinhuan felt pain and hugged Feng Ji's arm with a cry of pain.

He stared at Feng Ji with red eyes: "Did you learn the sword technique from me?"

Feng Ji grinned: "Do you really think I'm afraid of your sword skills?"

"impossible!"

He punched Feng Ji in the face.

Feng Ji laughed ferociously and pressed the handle of the knife with both arms.

Poof!

Zhao Jinhuan's right arm was broken at the root, and blood spurted out instantly, all over the ground.

"ah--"

Zhao Jinhuan roared in severe pain, turned over and fell to the ground.

Feng Ji held a single sword in his hand, stepped forward step by step, and sneered: "Zhao Jinhuan, I said, today is the day you die!"

Zhao Jinhuan gritted his teeth and endured the pain, glared at Feng Ji, and gasped: "Unexpectedly, I would die in the hands of an unknown person like you, ho ho ho... It's a pity that I failed to achieve great things, I couldn't drive out the foreigners, and give my Chinese people a blue sky. "

Feng Ji suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha...Zhao Jinhuan, Zhao Jinhuan, do you really think of yourself as a character?"

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you are the great Han Zhang Jiao? Or Hong Xiuquan of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?"

"You're nothing but a bandit!"

"This world can never be saved by people like you!"

Feng Ji raised his hand and pointed the blade directly at Zhao Jinhuan.

Zhao Jinhuan felt unwilling and sneered: "What do you know? I am the leader of the White Lotus Sect. If I cause trouble, it will be like a prairie fire. Why won't I become the next Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?"

"The cleaning dogs are incompetent and have long since rotted. Although the foreigners have powerful weapons, without you Muyang dogs, how can they bully our Chinese people? In the final analysis, it is because your father has too many wastes and too many soft bones. It will make foreigners domineering!"

Feng Ji looked at Zhao Jinhuan with a sarcastic look: "You are self-righteous, Zhao Jinhuan, I tell you the truth, even if you become the next Hong Xiuquan, you will not be able to save the world."

"As long as the Qing Dynasty is destroyed, China will never stand up!"

Zhao Jinhuan was stunned, confused, surprised, and puzzled.

The sword flashed and his head flew up.

All around, the bandits fled in terror, and the Liu family was in chaos, with shouts everywhere.

Feng Ji looked at the headless corpse with no expression.

This era is destined to be humiliating.

Even if he comes, it can't be changed.

Only that great man can change the situation.