The heavens: pushing across all realms

"son!"

Flower boxing champion Buting stood up suddenly, his face changed drastically!

He hurriedly jumped over the crowd and jumped into the martial arts arena.

He held his son who was bleeding gushing out and glanced at the injury on his son's right arm. His face turned pale.

The meridians atrophied, the muscles and bones were shattered by the dark energy, and the blood flow continued.

"My son——"

His eyes instantly turned red, and he hurriedly pointed at the wound, sealing the blood vessels with great force.

Immediately, he suddenly raised his head and glared at Feng Ji: "The hatred that hurts my son is irreconcilable. Boy, I will fight with you!"

He stood up suddenly, and everyone present was in an uproar.

"Master Bu San is about to take action!"

"Who is this young man? He actually broke Master Bu San's son's arm with one move!"

"What a terrifying power!"

"When did such a master appear in the capital?"

"Master Bu San is one of the Four Sacred Mountains in the capital. He hasn't made a move in three years. I'm afraid it will be a fight between the dragon and the tiger this time."

…

Tan Sitong quickly looked at Wang Wu and asked, "Is Brother Feng okay?"

Wang Wu looked strange, and was slightly speechless when he heard the people in his ears talking about fighting between dragons and tigers.

Hearing Tan Sitong ask the same question again, he couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Tan, you underestimate my brother too much. This fancy boxing champion can catch my brother's punch without killing him, even if my brother holds back."

"What?" Tan Sitong exclaimed in disbelief.

He also practiced kung fu, and this was the first time he heard such comments from Wang Wu.

But just because he has practiced kung fu, it doesn't mean he is very powerful.

At this moment, Tan Sitong naturally couldn't see the terrifying aspect of Feng Ji's punch just now.

Wang Wu sighed: "My brother's punch just now has already reached the level of energy."

"What!"

Tan Sitong was instantly shocked. No one could see how powerful that punch was, but he knew what turning strength meant.

There are only a handful of masters in the world who can transform their energy, and even Wang Wu is only at the level of dark energy.

This Feng Ji is so young, but he is already full of energy?

At this moment, not only Tan Sitong was shocked, Prince Yi's pupils also shrank, and his body subconsciously shrank back.

Immediately he realized something and asked Yuan Shikai on the side: "Is the Musketeers coming?"

Yuan Shikai looked shocked and stared at Feng Ji on the ring. He couldn't believe that this man was actually a master of energy!

I still look down on this person, how stupid I am!

Huajin masters are already at the pinnacle of martial arts. Even Ouchi, there are not many Huajin masters.

As far as he knew, there was not a single energy-transforming master in the four mountains of the capital!

Real masters of energy transformation don't look down on these fame and fortune at all, and they are all pursuing the rumored alchemy realm.

How old is Feng Jicai? Already a master of energy transformation?

"Yuan Xiangcheng?!"

"Yuan Shikai!"

Prince Yi called three times in a row, and Yuan Shikai suddenly came back to his senses.

"What?"

Prince Yi frowned: "Let me ask you, are the Musketeers here?"

Yuan Shikai's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He looked at Prince Yi's gloomy face and immediately understood. He quickly whispered: "Not here. The capital is a powerful place. There is no military order and the gun team cannot be called."

Prince Yi's heart suddenly sank. He looked at Feng Ji below and asked, "If he attempts to assassinate me, can you guys protect me?"

"This... Your Majesty, Feng Ji is the president of the Qiangwu Association. He has a patriotic heart and is sincere and pious. How could he assassinate the Prince?"

"I asked you if you can stop him?!" Prince Yi asked.

Yuan Shikai suddenly felt helpless. Who can stop the master of energy transformation?

Without saying a word, Prince Yi already understood, and his expression was extremely ugly.

"There is such a vicious maniac in the capital. Why isn't he under strict supervision?"

Yuan Shikai was speechless, how could he know that this person was so powerful.

"I have neglected my humble duty. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"Hmph, I think you are too close to the reformers. You have forgotten who gave you the position of governor of the New Army!"

Yuan Shikai immediately bowed his head and expressed his loyalty.

"Go get the musketeers."

"yes."

At this moment, Yuan Shikai did not dare to delay any more, and quickly called his adjutant Tao An over, whispering a few words. Tao An's expression changed slightly, he looked at Wang Wu and the others, and quickly turned and left.

On one side of the ring, the Japanese boxing champion Sakamoto, who had been lazily, suddenly sat up the moment Feng Ji punched, staring at Feng Ji.

"すごい法だ! (What a powerful punch!)"

"Who is he? (Who is he?)"

Sakamoto turned his head and looked at the translator on the side.

The translator looked embarrassed, shook his head and said, "Sakamoto-sama, this person has not given his name."

"Hahaha, among the cowardly Qing Dynasty people, there are still such masters? Interesting!"

"There is an old Chinese saying that the masters are among the people. Mr. Sakamoto, the flower boxing champion has already taken action. Who do you think will win?" the translator said with a smile.

Sakamoto grinned and said in broken Chinese: "Enter the Dragon! But... the one who wins in the end will be me!"

The translator smiled apologetically: "Of course, of course."

Everyone in the audience has different thoughts, and the battle on the stage has begun.

Master Bu Sanye, the flower boxing champion, helped his son, looked at Feng Ji with cold eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Your Excellency is ruthless in your attacks and has no martial ethics of a martial arts practitioner. Today Bu will teach you a lesson for your master. If you have the guts, Report to the master!"

Feng Ji looked at him and only asked: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"When you get into the ring, of course it's a martial arts competition!"

"Idiot, in the eyes of the Manchu Prince, you are just a monkey jumping up and down. He needs to use this arena to save the face of the imperial court's defeat in the Sino-Japanese War. You idiot can't see this clearly and is willing to be used by others. ?!”

Feng Ji pointed at him: "Get out of here now. I don't want to talk nonsense with you. Today I want to argue with Prince Yi and tear apart his hypocritical face."

Mr. Bu San's face turned livid: "You are so brave. How dare you say that, my lord?"

Feng Ji sneered: "He is just a prince here in the capital. After leaving the capital, who will pay attention to him? How much of the country has been thrown away by these Manchu wastes?"

"Get off!"

Feng Ji shouted sharply, and his momentum exploded instantly!

The terrifying coercion swept across the scene. Bu Ting felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his hands and feet were instantly numb and cold!

"murderous look?!"

Bu Ting's heart skipped a beat and his expression changed drastically.

How many people must be killed to condense this murderous aura that is as solid as its substance?

Is the person in front of me really just a martial artist?

He struggled in his heart and wanted to take action, but his blood was suppressed by the murderous energy, making it difficult to move.

His heart felt cold, and he immediately understood that the gap between him and Feng Ji was too big.

With his lips trembling, he turned back to look at Prince Yi.

But when he saw Prince Yi looking at him expressionlessly, Bu Ting's heart trembled, knowing that he couldn't do it without fighting.

At that moment, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, struggling to recover from the murderous influence, pumping up his energy and blood, and shouted: "Ah——"

He roared angrily, jumped up, and launched a flying kick.

Feng Ji couldn't help but shake his head, his body flashed, and everyone's eyes blurred, and Feng Ji's figure was lost.

The next moment, Feng Ji had appeared behind Bu Ting.

He didn't even react and was still looking for Feng Ji everywhere.

Suddenly there was a severe pain in the back of his head, and Feng Ji grabbed Qian's rat tail!

Feng Ji raised his head, looked at Prince Yi, and sneered: "The fault of the Sino-Japanese War of Sino-Japanese War is not the fault of the common people and soldiers, but all the princes in the court!"

boom!

Feng Ji suddenly pulled his braid, and immediately Bu Sanye's whole body was like a bullet, whizzing towards Prince Yi.

Prince Yi was shocked and suddenly stood up and shouted: "Stop him!"

Yuan Shikai immediately stood in front of Prince Yi and blocked him.

The other officers and soldiers also reacted and blocked the front.

Bang!

Buting was like a cannonball that was smashed into the crowd by Feng Ji. Suddenly the officers and soldiers fell on their backs.

Yuan Shikai was also caught off guard and was knocked back by the huge force.

Prince Yi was furious and shouted: "Bold, bold madman! Come on, come on! Catch him, catch him!"

When Feng Ji heard this, he finally didn't want to endure it anymore.

He laughed evilly: "I have long disliked you, the dog prince!"

"I'll kill you first today, and I'll see if you, the Manchu dogs, will continue to daydream in this capital!"

The next moment, he jumped up and roared into the crowd.

This scene immediately frightened all the nobles.

Officers and soldiers rushed to stop Feng Ji.

Feng Ji casually punched, and with a bang, the head of an officer and soldier exploded.

Another shoulder collision sent several officers and soldiers flying backwards with broken bones.

He has no weapons, but his fists and feet are the strongest weapons.

But I saw his five fingers forming tiger claws, piercing them vertically and horizontally, tearing the air, and scratching the flesh and blood.

No one could stand alive before him.

In less than three breaths, he had already reached the vicinity of Prince Yi.

Prince Yi's face instantly turned pale, and he lost the pride of a prince. He was so frightened that he kept retreating and screaming.

"Someone is coming! Someone is coming! There is an assassin! Stop him quickly!"

Yuan Shikai took advantage of the chaos and kept retreating, not daring to really stop Feng Ji.

He shouted across the crowd: "Feng Ji! Don't be impulsive. You have made a big mistake today and will implicate Fifth Brother!"

Feng Ji laughed wildly: "Fifth brother, do you still want to work for this Qing dog? Kill them all and follow me to the south!"

Wang Wu, who was still hesitating under the ring, suddenly raised his head, and the image of Liu Yongfu in tears flashed in his mind.

"Wang Wu, do you know that this Black Flag Army has been my life's work? The imperial court is so weak that it doesn't even want to keep my Black Flag Army and forces me to go to Annan to fight. Can the Qing Dynasty be saved? Can China be saved?"

"Let's go, take them with you, the farther the better, don't sacrifice in vain, keep your bodies useful and fight for China in the future!"

Wang Wu suddenly raised his head: "I can't kill all the enemies... I can't kill all the enemies!"

"Fifth brother! Don't be impulsive!"

Tan Sitong stopped Wang Wu and urged him urgently.

Wang Wu turned to look at Tan Sitong. He pressed Tan Sitong's palm hard, just as he was determined at this time.

"Brother Tan, Feng Ji is right. The imperial court is corrupt and cannot bear its responsibilities. It is useless to rely on them to save China from danger!"

"Fifth brother! We are all thinking of ways to find a way out for the country. Teacher Kang and the others are working hard. We are all working hard. Don't make fearless sacrifices. Foreigners are the enemy. Why should we fight with our own people? "

Wang Wu shook his head: "The Manchus have never regarded us as their own."

"In order to clean up the integrity of the Han people, Dorgon ordered the people of the world to shave their heads and leave humiliating money rat tails. At that time, no one was left with hair, and the Manchu thieves even massacred the city!"

"He thought they had broken the backbone of the Han people and our aspirations, but let me tell you, it's impossible!"

"I, Wang Wu, am a Han Chinese! I will always be strong and strong!"

"The Manchus can kneel to the foreigners and bow to the foreigners, but we Han people don't agree!"

"The Manchus can cede our Han territory to the foreigners and the Japanese, but we Han people don't agree!"

Wang Wu's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his will became stronger the more he spoke!

He was originally dissatisfied with the cowardice of the imperial court and dissatisfied with the Manchu lackeys.

In the first half of his life, he often robbed the rich and gave to the poor, and he also secretly killed some dog officials.

It was only when I met people like Tan Sitong that I was moved by their reformist ideas.

I am moved by such a group of people who want to save themselves.

But this does not mean that he appreciates this rotten Manchu dynasty!

"Fifth brother!" Tan Sitong was anxious.

However, the next moment, Wang Wu pushed Tan Sitong away, raised his toes, and struck with a single sword.

He jumped up and laughed wildly: "I can't drink all the wine in the cup, and I can't kill all the enemies, hahaha..."

Puff puff……

The heads of the officers and soldiers surrounding him fell off one after another.

Wang Wu ran all the way, heading directly towards the Japanese!

Japanese boxing champion Sakamoto suddenly raised his head, pulled out his long and narrow saber, and shouted in Japanese: "Well done!"

Dang Dang Dang...

The two of them fought instantly, and their knives collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Feng Ji burst into laughter when he saw this scene.

He threw away an officer and soldier with one hand and grabbed the pale Prince Yi.

At this moment, a figure stopped in front of Feng Ji, and the palm of the person came violently, and the air made an explosion.

Bang!

This palm hit Feng Ji's tiger claw.

The next moment, the palm cracked and broke.

The person who came here let out a groan of pain and retreated hastily.

Feng Ji looked at this person and couldn't help but grin: "Magic Hand Ao Bai..."

Ao Bai's palms trembled, and he tried his best to circulate his energy and blood to resist Feng Ji's energy when his palms collided.

However, Hua Jin is different from Dark Jin in that it contains Ming Jin. In other words, this force contains both the feminine and soft Dark Jin and the fierce and explosive Ming Jin.

The direct effect was that when the two of them fought, Feng Ji's energy was swallowed up and penetrated into his body. It was as silent as dark energy, instantly destroying the muscles and meridians, and stagnating Qi and blood.

But in the next moment, the dark energy will burst out with terrifying bright energy, and the muscles, bones, skin and flesh will explode in an instant.

This was the reason why Feng Ji shattered Master Bu's arm with one punch.

But just after the fight, the palm of the divine hand Ao Bai was broken directly.

Only at this moment did he truly realize how big the gap was between him and the Huajin master.

"Feng Ji, this is the capital. If you dare to touch a hair of the prince, I guarantee that you will not be able to leave the capital!" Ao Bai put his severed hand behind his back and advised seriously.

Feng Ji grinned: "Ho ho ho, let's give it a try? Look at this capital, who can keep me?"

"you--"

call--!

Ao Bai had no time to speak, and Feng Ji punched him head on.

The fist wind roared, and it seemed that the force was not blown away, but Ao Bai did not dare to take the punch at all.

He hurriedly dodged, but Feng Ji didn't chase him at all.

The direction of the fist did not change, and it slammed into Prince Yi.

When Ao Bai saw this, his expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly grabbed a guard beside him and threw it at Feng Ji.

Bang!

The guard stood in front of Feng Ji's fist, and his head exploded in an instant, unable to even cry out.

Feng Ji's face was splattered with blood, and he couldn't help grinning with a ferocious smile.

Looking at Prince Yi rolling and crawling, Feng Ji couldn't help laughing: "Prince Yi, your majestic prince can only crawl on the ground?"

"When foreigners come, do you do the same?"

"If the Qing Dynasty is full of trash like you, how can they fight with foreigners?"

"No wonder you lost to the Japanese, a bunch of trash, trash!"

boom!

Feng Ji kicked him, and the chair where Prince Yi was hiding exploded.

A broken wooden thorn pierced directly into his lungs, and blood flowed out gurglingly.

Prince Yi screamed: "Ah - stop... I am the king... I am the prince, you can't kill me, you can't kill me!"

"The Queen Mother will not spare you, you will be implicated in the nine clans..."

Feng Ji smiled evilly, took a step forward, and stepped on Prince Yi's crotch.

In an instant, screams came, Prince Yi howled in pain, and almost fainted from the pain.

"Kill my nine tribes? Hahaha, I will let you cut off your descendants first!"

Feng Ji grabbed the braid on the back of his head and laughed ferociously: "Do you know? Your ancestors, Dorgon and the others, died early, otherwise I would definitely take a needle and sew his scalp full of Han hair!"

"You Mangou people have stolen the Central Plains and don't know how to cherish it. Now that the great land of the Han family has been handed over to others, are you worthy of ruling the Central Plains?"

Click, click, click...

Feng Ji used his fingers hard, and his fingertips dug into Prince Yi's scalp little by little. Blood flowed out, and the skull kept making crisp noises, and slowly sunk in.

This scene shocked the people nearby.

Ao Bai's face turned pale with fear, but he didn't dare to get close at all.

An officer and soldier who didn't know whether to live or die rushed up and stabbed Feng Ji in the back.

With a bang, the blade really fell on Feng Ji.

He was instantly ecstatic: "I hit it! I hit it!"

The others were also overjoyed, but the next moment, their expressions changed drastically.

But I saw that Feng Ji's clothes were torn, but there were no injuries at all!

The place where the knife was struck didn't even leave a mark!

Ao Bai, who saw this scene not far away, felt his heart tremble instantly.

"Henglian..."

He was very familiar with this scene. His hands were made from horizontal training techniques and were comparable to swords!

But he didn't expect that Feng Ji... was actually a master of horizontal training!

For a moment, he was desperate.

Prince Yi, I'm afraid... there is really no hope!

At such a close range, a master of horizontal training wants to kill someone, and no one can stop him!

Unless... a foreign gun!

Just when I thought of this idea, I heard a bang!

Ao Bai suddenly raised his head, suddenly ecstatic!

But not far away, Yuan Shikai rushed towards him with a gun team.

From a distance, Yuan Shikai had already fired a shot at Feng Ji!

At the same time, Yuan Shikai shouted loudly: "Feng Ji, put down the prince, you are already surrounded!"

After that, he fired several shots into the air again!

Suddenly the chaos around them subsided, and everyone looked at Feng Ji and Wang Wu.

Wang Wu turned a deaf ear and fought desperately with the Japanese boxing champion Sakamoto.

Yuan Shikai didn't care about Wang Wu, but just stared at Feng Ji.

Prince Yi in Feng Ji's hand seemed to have seen a life-saving straw. He struggled violently and shouted: "The musketeers are coming! My musketeers are coming. Rebel, let me go, let me go, otherwise you will If you can’t get out of the capital, neither you nor your friends can get out!”

"I promise that as long as you let me go, I can let you go."

Feng Ji laughed when he heard this.

"Why do you think a musket can keep me?"

"What? You..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Ji suddenly raised his fingers with force, using Prince Yi as a human shield, and kicked off with his feet!

With a bang, the whole person rushed towards the gun team like a cannonball!

Yuan Shikai was instantly shocked!