The heavens: pushing across all realms

"boom!"

Feng Ji's figure resembled thunder and lightning.

The person is in mid-air, like a flying meteorite, falling from the sky!

With a bang, his two legs stepped on the Mongolian soldier who stabbed the baby to death!

The terrifying force crushed the soldier's head and armor alive!

The horse under the soldier's crotch could not withstand the huge force. With a bang, its limbs were broken and its belly fell to the ground!

Such a terrifying scene frightened the Mongolian soldiers who were originally laughing and were stunned for a moment.

They were stunned, but Feng Ji did not stop.

He kicked the horse suddenly, and with a bang, the horse's flesh and blood exploded instantly, and its spine exploded.

Feng Ji's figure was like lightning, and he had already rushed in front of the Mongolian soldier who snatched the baby.

The Mongolian soldier on the horse also reacted at this time and hurriedly waved the scimitar in his hand, shouting a strange Mongolian language, and slashed at Feng Ji with a fierce look on his face.

Feng Ji stretched out his hand, and with a bang, the scimitar instantly fell into Feng Ji's hand.

The Gangqi bodyguard rose up in response, and the violent counterattack force instantly caused severe pain in the mouth of the Mongolian soldier!

He screamed strangely and let go hastily.

The scimitar was directly caught by Feng Ji.

Feng Ji had a ferocious look on his face, and with a pop of the knife, he inserted it into his thigh and penetrated the horse's belly.

The horse was in pain, howling and neighing, spreading its hooves fiercely and running wildly.

Feng Ji grabbed the Mongolian soldier's arm, preventing the Mongolian soldier from escaping with the horse.

But the horses were frightened and ran wildly uncontrollably.

Pulling and pulling, the Mongolian soldier's legs were torn open by the knife edge.

The severe pain caused the Mongolian soldier to scream.

Feng Ji grabbed his head and with a crunch, used his iron finger skills to instantly crush the Mongolian soldier's helmet!

Feng Ji firmly pressed his head and pushed him down in front of the baby's body on the ground.

A hoarse, low voice came out of his mouth: "Look at him!"

This Mongolian soldier was screaming and wailing, but he was full of ferocity. He still refused to submit and was still struggling desperately!

Feng Ji's eyes were spitting fire, and he was furious.

He clenched his fists with five fingers, and the next moment, his arms were like phantoms!

Bang bang bang...

Continuous punches hit the Mongolian soldier's limbs.

Under the terrifying explosive power of the Iron Fist Kung Fu, the limbs of this Mongolian soldier, even though they were wrapped in protective gear such as armor and wrist guards, were still alive and reduced to a pulp by Feng Ji!

For a time, only the torso and head of this Mongolian soldier were left!

The severe pain had already made him unconscious.

At this time, other Mongolian soldiers also reacted, roared angrily, raised their spears and swords, and stabbed Feng Ji fiercely!

But he saw five spears piercing Feng Ji's chest and back at the same time.

However, Feng Ji suddenly raised his head, and the protective energy all over his body exploded!

There was a loud bang, and the terrifying internal energy reverberated.

In an instant, all the spearheads exploded and broke apart.

Feng Ji looked at these beasts with a ferocious expression, his voice was like a demon from the Nine Netherworld.

"You... all deserve to die!"

He grabbed the leg of a Mongolian Tatar horse, his arm muscles suddenly swelled, and blood surged all over his body.

The iron arm skill was unleashed, and in an instant, he suddenly grabbed a horse weighing hundreds of kilograms with one hand.

He used his body as his axis and his horse as his weapon, and violently spun and swept.

Bang bang bang...

Suddenly, all the Mongolians around him fell off their horses.

The horse in Feng Ji's hand howled because the power of his swing was too terrifying.

There was only a click, and the leg held by Feng Ji was pinched and broken.

Bones and flesh were torn apart, and the horse flew out like a meat hammer!

boom!

It hit a Mongolian soldier who had just gotten up.

Immediately, all the bones in the Mongolian soldier's body were broken. He and his horse flew backwards.

A Mongolian soldier tried to get up from the ground.

The next moment, Feng Ji's leg exploded and volleyed over.

When the iron leg skill exploded, this kick hit the man's head like a kick.

Only a loud roar was heard.

The Mongolian soldier's head exploded instantly like a watermelon falling from a twenty-story building.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere!

Such a horrific and cruel scene made even the Mongol Tatars, who are known for their ferocity, frightened and terrified at this time.

A Mongolian soldier hurriedly got up from the ground, turned around and ran away!

Feng Ji rushed from behind him and punched the Mongolian soldier alive with a terrifying straight punch!

A heart that was still beating was held in Feng Ji's hand.

"Forehead……"

The Mongolian soldier looked down at his broken armor in disbelief. The next moment, his vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

Before he died, he saw Feng Ji withdraw his palm, hold his other hand like a tiger's claw, and crush the mouth of his companion Bazelu.

This demon put his heart, a living thing, into Bazeru's mouth!

In less than ten breaths, these seven or eight Mongolian soldiers died tragically in Feng Ji's hands.

The scene was a mess, and the horses of these people were all killed on the spot.

There were minced meat, blood, and broken bones everywhere on the ground. It was even difficult to tell how many corpses there were.

They can barely be distinguished from the number of broken helmets.

Feng Ji lowered his head and paid no attention to these Mongolian soldiers, but looked at the little swaddle that was pierced by a spear.

The baby inside was probably no more than three or four months old.

Feng Ji's lips moved slightly, as if a fire was about to burn in his chest.

The surviving old, weak, women and children around were also stunned by fright at this time, kneeling on the ground and looking at Feng Ji.

As if looking at the terrifying ghosts and gods from hell, he was trembling.

Niu DaDang, who was not far away, was also completely shocked.

He galloped over on horseback, taking less than ten breaths during the entire process.

These Mongolian soldiers were killed by Feng Ji using the most terrifying means.

The ferocious scene made Niu DaDang tremble with fear.

This...is this Brother Feng?

For a moment, he didn't dare to recognize the man in front of him who was covered in blood.

Feng Ji's face was gloomy, and his murderous intent was still there.

The chilling atmosphere made Niu DaDa dare not step forward.

After a while, Feng Ji suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at these old and weak women and children, withdrew his murderous intent, and said slowly: "Where are your...family members?"

An old woman suddenly cried: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

At this time, Niu Dadan quickly dismounted and came over, shouting: "Brother Feng, are you okay?"

Feng Ji waved his hand, not wanting to speak, but just said: "Go and comfort them."

Niu DaDang saw that he was in a bad mood, nodded immediately, turned around and said to everyone: "Auntie, don't be afraid, everyone, we are the rebels of the Eastern Zhejiang Uprising, specializing in killing these Mongolian Tatars. You are saved, don't worry, we are not Bad guy.”

He turned around and said to the aunt: "Old man, it's okay, go home."

Only then did everyone realize that they and others had been saved!

Suddenly, a girl with red eyes rushed to the Mongolian soldier whose limbs were broken by Feng Ji, leaving only the human stick.

She went crazy, picked up the machete, and slashed at the corpse with all her might.

"Woooo, I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death... Wow..."

She looked at it for a few times, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, and because it was too bloody, she turned around and vomited.

Niu DaDang quickly helped the girl up and said: "It's okay, it's okay, girl, stop crying, go back quickly, go home."

The girl's eyes were red and her eyes were filled with tears: "Home? Where can I have home? My father was beaten to death by the Mongolian Tatars, and my brother was beheaded by them. I hid in the cellar and was hungry for three days before I dared to come out."

"We wanted to escape, but they were guarding outside the Guandi Temple. I have no home, I have no home, woo woo..."

Niu DaDa was at a loss for a moment, and he couldn't help but sigh.

He has seen too many such miserable situations.

When the Mongols came to the south of the Yangtze River, they burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of evil.

They massacred the city and killed as many as possible.

In their eyes, there are too many Han people, just like rats, having litter after litter.

They will only occupy fertile land, which should be used for raising sheep and grazing, rather than being occupied by these useless Han people.

After a while, Niu DaDa finally comforted these people and let them leave.

He sighed, came to Feng Ji and said, "Let's go."

Feng Ji nodded slightly, and then neither of them spoke.

After a while, the two entered the village and found Liu Zhuang's home.

But the Liu family was empty, but all the things in the house were still there.

Feng Ji frowned slightly, having a bad feeling in his heart.

"Where are the people?"

Niu DaDang also turned pale and shouted at the door: "From Liu Zhuang's family? From Liu Zhuang's family?!"

No one answered in the house, but at this moment, in a nearby thatched house, a scrawny old man shouted through the window: "Are you Han?"

Feng Ji and Niu DaDang quickly looked at each other. Niu DaDang quickly said, "Yes, we are Han. Father, is this Liu Zhuang's family? Where are his family members?"

The old man sighed: "You are late. A group of Mongols came a few days ago. They arrested people when they came in. They killed children and captured women."

"This woman from Liu Zhuang's family went crazy because her son was killed, and she contradicted the Mongolian Tatars, and was stabbed in the chest on the spot."

"What!"

Niu DaDang's eyes widened and turned red, his fists were clenched tightly, and his breathing became heavy.

"Where are those Mongols? Are they still in the village?"

The old man shook his head: "He left a long time ago, leaving only a few soldiers at the Guandi Temple."

"Didn't you see it when you came?"

Niu made a bold sound, roared angrily, turned around and punched the wooden pile.

Suddenly the thatched doorframe trembled violently.

Niu boldly covered his face and cried bitterly: "Liu Zhuang...I'm sorry...Old Niu, I'm sorry for you..."

Feng Ji also took a deep breath and sighed.

It seems like he wants to spit out all the depression in his heart.

But it was no use, he only felt more and more depressed and depressed.

"Mongolian Tatars..."

A deep murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Without personally experiencing this era, one cannot feel the despair and misery of the people in this era.

Compared with the late Qing Dynasty, the people in the late Yuan Dynasty seemed to be even more miserable.

At least in the late Qing Dynasty, except for the Japanese, few of the other great powers that invaded China massacred the city.

But in the late Yuan Dynasty, it was commonplace for the Mongols to massacre cities.

It is even more common for Han people to be killed at will.

They don't regard Han people as human beings at all.

This trip to pay Liu Zhuang's pension was a complete failure.

On the way back, Feng Ji and Niu Dadan were both in heavy hearts and had few words to say.

When he was approaching the Ziwei Hall, Niu Dadan suddenly asked: "Brother Feng, have the Incense Master and Elder Liu decided to recommend you to preside over our Ziwei Hall?"

Feng Ji glanced at him and nodded slightly.

Niu Dadan said with red eyes, "Then can you get the pension as soon as possible? I... I'm worried that some brothers and their families may not be able to get the money in time, and they will be like... like Liu Zhuang's family."

Feng Ji looked at Niu boldly and saw the pain in his eyes.

At that moment, he nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, Tianweitang must give an explanation on the pension matter!"

Niu DaDang suddenly grinned: "I know, you can definitely do it."

While they were talking, the two of them got off their horses and entered the courtyard.

At this time, a Ziwei Hall disciple saw the two of them and walked over quickly, saying in a low voice: "Lao Niu, Feng Ji, the new helmsman is here."

"What?"

Niu DaDang's expression suddenly changed, and he said angrily: "Where did the new helmsman come from?"

The disciple sighed: "The person sent from above said that he was personally appointed by the leader, and there was also the leader's order flag and handwriting."

"But... do you know who is coming?"

Niu DaDang immediately asked: "Who is it?"

"Tianweitang, Yu Datong!"

As soon as these words came out, Niu Dadan and Feng Ji immediately turned their heads and looked over.

Niu DaDang was even more furious and said angrily: "Why!"

"Isn't he, Xi Datong, the helmsman of Tianwei Hall? Why should he come to our Ziwei Hall to be the helmsman? There is no one in our Ziwei Hall? Do you want him to be the helmsman?"

"The leader's order, what can we do?"

"Where are the incense master and the elder?" Feng Ji asked.

"Inside, alas, the brothers can't stand this cowardice and are all sulking." The disciple sighed.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a burly man walking out of the hall.

He has a strong back and a heavy waist, carries a mace in his hand, and his eyes are shining, and he is a master at first glance.

He came to the courtyard, glanced around, suddenly pointed at Feng Ji, and shouted: "You, come here!"

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows and looked at this person, not sure what he was going to do.

Niu DaDang immediately supported his brother, got ahead of Feng Ji, and shouted: "Who the hell are you? Are you yelling at our Ziwei Hall?"

The strong man suddenly grinned, his eyes suddenly glared, his aura suddenly exploded, and he shouted: "I, Tianweitang Wei Nanhu, am now your second incense master!"

After saying that, he suddenly moved with lightning speed. He ducked and was in front of Niu DaDang.

But when he saw him slapping him with one hand, he shouted: "Kneel down if you speak rudely!"

The fierce palm wind hit, Niu DaDang's pupils shrank, and he felt his breathing was stagnant.

He wanted to dodge, but the opponent's palm technique seemed to cover all his escape routes. It seemed that no matter where he hid, he would be slapped by the opponent!

Niu DaDa was frightened and angry, and saw that the slap was about to fall on him.

Suddenly, a palm appeared in front of him!

Wei Nanhu's palm collided with this palm.

There was a sudden click, and Wei Nanhu's face instantly twisted in pain.

His palm was instantly broken!

But he saw Feng Ji grabbing his palm expressionlessly and looking down at him.

"Who do you think you are? You want to hurt people in my Ziwei Hall?"

Wei Nanhu was in pain and wanted to withdraw his palm, but he couldn't do it at all.

It felt like Feng Ji's fingers were welded to his hands. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move.

He glared at Feng Ji, and a sinister look appeared on his twisted face: "You are looking for death——!"

He suddenly swung out his other hand and struck hard with the mace in his hand.

boom--!

There was a violent sound of breaking through the air, and the force of this stick was so powerful that it seemed to smash Feng Ji's head!

"Feng Ji!"

"Brother Feng!"

Niu DaDang and the Ziwei Hall disciples immediately exclaimed.

The two of them had no time to stop them, so they could only exclaim.

But the next moment, both of them widened their eyes in disbelief.

But the moment the mace fell, Feng Ji's remaining hand suddenly reached into the air!

Bang!

The mace fell into his hand instantly!

But the expected bloody scene did not appear.

But he saw the muscles in Feng Ji's palms bulging, and the strong energy flowed outside his body.

Feng Ji sneered and pushed up the mace little by little.

No matter how Wei Nanhu on the opposite side mobilized his internal strength to press down, it was of no avail!

Wei Nanhu's face was filled with shock and he looked at Feng Ji in disbelief.

You know, his copper hammer, with the blessing of inner strength, can break gold and crack stone as if it were easy!

Not to mention a mortal body, not even a stone statue could withstand his blow!

But this kid who appeared out of nowhere in front of me not only followed him, but he was also unscathed!

How can this be?

"impossible……"

Feng Ji had no expression on his face and said calmly: "Looking for death? Are you talking about me?"

"I...I..." Wei Nanhu opened his mouth to say something.

Suddenly, Feng Ji squeezed hard with his left hand!

With a crunch, Wei Nanhu's broken palm was instantly pinched to the point of blood and flesh!

Such terrifying finger strength is naturally achieved by practicing iron finger skills horizontally!

Under Feng Ji's 50 points of astonishing power, the opponent's mortal palm was crushed into pulp by him!

"ah--"

Wei Nanhu howled in pain and jerked his hand.

But with this blow, a more tragic scene appeared.

But they saw the bones of his hand cracking, breaking directly from the wrist, and even the skin and flesh were torn off alive!

"ah--"

Wei Nanhu suddenly roared in pain and staggered back.

Feng Ji held the severed palm, flicked it casually, and with a click, the pulp hit the ground.

His eyes were cold and there was not much expression on his face. He flipped his wrist and the mace was turned into his hand, and the head full of barbs dragged on the ground.

As he walked slowly, the mace made a heart-wrenching squeaking sound on the ground, which was horrifying!

"The rules of this sect state that disciples in the sect must love each other and treat each other as brothers. You dare to kill your brothers in the sect today and fight with each other in the same room."

"Niu DaDa, according to the canon rules, how should we deal with this situation?"

Niu DaDang was so excited that he clenched his fists and shouted loudly: "Damn it!"

Wei Nanhu's expression suddenly changed. He backed away quickly, looked at Feng Ji, and shouted: "I am the incense master of Ziwei Hall personally appointed by the leader of the village! You are the ones who have committed the following offenses, and you are the ones who violate the rules!"

Feng Ji ignored him, just nodded slightly and said, "Do you want to die? Okay!"

His eyes suddenly burst into fierce light, and his right hand suddenly raised the mace high.

The muscles of his arms bulged high, and with a huge force, he smashed down violently!

Wei Nanhu shouted in horror: "Helmsman, save me!"

boom--!

The air exploded when the mace struck, emitting a terrifying sonic boom!

In the Ziwei Hall, a figure rushed out and shouted hurriedly: "Stop!"

Before anyone arrived, an iron rope was suddenly thrown out.

A whining sound broke through the air.

With a crash, the iron rope wrapped around the mace in Feng Ji's hand.

The next moment, the person suddenly pulled the chain, trying to pull away the mace!

Feng Ji's eyes flashed fiercely, and he suddenly squeezed the handle of the mace with his palm.

Immediately, the energy and blood in the body roared, and 50 points of huge power exploded!

The mace brought the chain directly with it, and slammed down like the Optimus Pillar collapsing!

Bang!

There was a huge muffled sound, but the flesh and blood on Wei Nanhu's chest exploded, blood spattered, and pieces of meat shot out!

He didn't even scream. His torso was smashed to pieces by this mace, and he died miserably on the spot!

The person on the other end of the chain was staggered and knocked down by Feng Ji's huge force.

This pounce happened to be in front of Wei Nanhu's body!

In the Ziwei Hall, Wang Xianliang and Elder Liu who followed him out were dumbfounded and looked at this scene with horrified faces.

Niu DaDang also opened his mouth wide, breathing rapidly, excitement, fear, excitement, awe, all kinds of emotions filled his brain.

So much so that his mind went blank and he could only clench his fists and watch this scene that he would never forget.

Xi Datong fell to the ground and watched his capable men die tragically in front of him.

He couldn't believe it, couldn't believe his eyes!

Wei Nanhu has been with me for more than ten years and is my most trusted subordinate!

He actually... actually died here!

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Feng Ji as if he wanted to eat someone. His face was full of anger and he yelled: "I told you to stop, are you deaf!"