The heavens: pushing across all realms

"Drive! Drive!"

"Uu——"

"Incense Master, Brother Feng, Xuancheng has arrived!"

Outside Xuancheng, Feng Ji and the other two men reined in their horses and stood up. Niu boldly pointed at the city in front and shouted.

Feng Ji nodded and asked, "Is Tianwei Tangtang in the city?"

Wang Xianliang shook his head: "How is that possible? If we were in the city and the Mongols massacred the city, wouldn't we be caught in a trap?"

"Generally, our hall entrances and altar entrances are set up in secret places outside the city, or in the mountains. In short, the more hidden the safer they are."

Feng Ji nodded and understood that things like rebellion must of course be kept secret.

If he didn't keep it secret, his house would have been ransacked and his family would have been wiped out.

Now Wang Xianliang led the way, and the three of them circled Xuancheng and entered the mountains.

When walking into a dense forest, I suddenly heard the sound of fighting coming from ahead.

The three of them immediately looked at each other, dismounted immediately, and quickly approached the direction from which the sound came.

Before he even got close, he heard a sharp shout: "Demon cult monster, where are you running from!"

"ah--"

Immediately I heard someone screaming.

Feng Ji looked through the bushes into the forest.

But I saw several gangs in the forest surrounding and suppressing a group of Sky Eagle Sect disciples.

Among those groups of people, there were Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes, female heroes from the Emei sect, masters from the Haisha sect, and masters from the Shenquan sect.

At this time, the righteous men and horses surrounded the group of Sky Eagle Sect disciples. Many Sky Eagle Sect disciples screamed and fell to the ground, or were captured or killed.

The man in the lead was tall and muscular, and his mace with a pair of water mills roared across the room, making his mace technique quite powerful.

But compared with the martial arts skills of martial arts practitioners, this person's trump card seems to be used to kill enemies on the battlefield. It lacks a hint of agility and etherealness and has a bit more killing aura.

When Wang Xianliang saw this scene, he immediately whispered: "It's Zhao Yunhu, the master of the White Tiger Altar!"

When Feng Ji heard this, he immediately remembered that Wang Chongguang once said about this person. This Zhao Yunhu is the only master in our sect who can practice two horizontal training methods at the same time.

At this time, Feng Ji looked and saw that Zhao Yunhu's arms were like black iron and his palms were like copper hammers. It was clear that he had practiced iron arm skills and copper hammer palms at the same time.

Not only that, Feng Ji found that his eyes were shining, his movements were fast, and he clearly had internal strength.

This person is actually both internal and external!

No wonder the Sky Eagle Sect has been able to fight with the six major sects for ten years without falling. The strength of any altar leader will reach the second-rate level in the world.

Zhao Yunhu, the leader of the White Tiger Altar, is probably in the hands of a second-rate master, who came from the previous wave.

At this time, Zhao Yunhu roared with both maces, the tiger and the tiger were making wind, and they were extremely powerful.

During the sweep, the energy exploded and roared. If it hit a tree, the terrifying energy would cause the tree to burst and collapse immediately.

His opponent is not one person, but three!

Jingxuan of the Emei Sect, a man from the Haisha Sect, and a master of the Divine Fist Sect.

Among the three, Jingxuan's swordsmanship is the sharpest.

The man from Haisha faction was holding a nine-ring sword with ruthless sword skills.

The man from the Divine Fist Sect has a long spear in his hand, and the spear is like a dragon, and he is cunning and vicious.

In a three-on-one situation, even though Zhao Yunhu was very successful and had superb skills, he could only lose ground at this time.

clang! clang! clang!

The weapons of both sides clashed, making constant noises, sparks flying, and energy scattered in all directions.

"ah--"

"Altar Master, leave quickly!"

There were constant screams in my ears, as well as the sounds of brothers desperately trying to block the enemy.

The leader of the White Tiger Altar, Zhao Yunhu, was furious and roared with rage!

"Ah - who is it! Who leaked the news?"

He came to Tianweitang this time for the Jiangxi Rebel Army. Unexpectedly, he was targeted as soon as he entered Xuancheng.

He couldn't figure out who leaked the news?

clang!

Suddenly, the man from the Shen Fist Gate suddenly raised his spear and pushed away Zhao Yunhu's mace. At the same time, the master of the Haisha Sect took the opportunity to stab Zhao Yunhu's other arm with a sharp sword.

Although Zhao Yunhu has horizontal training to protect his body, the third-rate horizontal training method cannot withstand the weapons of the masters in the family.

Blood suddenly flowed from his arm, and the corners of his eyes twitched in pain.

At this time, both hands are suppressed and the middle door is opened.

Master Jingxuan of the Emei sect instantly seized the opportunity, pierced the sky with a sword, and used a move from the Emei sect Shaoqing's swordsmanship called Yilian Hanmei.

With a swish, the sword force broke through the air and immediately hit Zhao Yunhu's throat!

The strength is contained but not released. With just one tap, Zhao Yunhu may die on the spot.

Master Jingxuan shouted sternly: "Where is Bai Guishou? Tell me!"

Jiao Yiqian, the leader of the Haisha Sect on the side, immediately shouted: "The devil of the Demon Cult will be captured without hesitation!"

When the disciples of Tianying Sect saw that the altar leader was captured, they suddenly panicked. Many disciples died at the hands of the Righteous Sect.

There were also disciples who rushed towards Zhao Yunhu regardless of their own safety, shouting loudly.

"I'll fight you!"

But before he even got close, the man from the Divine Fist Gate shot him through the throat, and he died tragically on the spot.

Jiao Yiqian smiled and said: "Brother Lu is worthy of the name of the 'Raging Sea Divine Spear'. His marksmanship is amazing."

Lu Shiping smiled and said: "How can a humble trick be compared to the Tidal Sword Technique of the Haisha Sect? Brother Jiao's 'Feiyan Copying the Water' just now was so exquisite."

Jiao Yiqian smiled and said: "I don't dare to take it seriously. When it comes to mace techniques, Master Jingxuan's Emei sword technique is even better."

The two complimented each other. Jingxuan frowned slightly and ignored it. He just moved the sword slightly and pierced Zhao Yunhu's neck immediately, shouting: "Demon cult demon, you still don't want to give me an explanation?"

Although Zhao Yunhu was caught, he still held his head high and sneered on his face: "Kill if you want, what a verbose thing, if I, Zhao Yunhu, frown, I am not a man!"

"How dare you speak so harshly!"

Jingxuan immediately sneered and glanced at Jiao Yiqian.

Jiao Yiqian immediately understood, and suddenly kicked out, directly hitting Zhao Yunhu's leg, and cursed: "Kneel down!"

However, Zhao Yunhu gritted his teeth and used his internal strength to hold on to the kick, but he did not kneel down!

Lu Shiping from the Divine Fist Sect on the side saw this and immediately shouted: "Good thief, I want to see if your bones are stronger or my spear head is stronger!"

After that, he swung the barrel of the gun and hit Zhao Yunhu on the crook of the leg with a bang.

Zhao Yunhu struggled hard, but at this moment, Jiao Yiqian slapped Zhao Yunhu on the shoulder.

Suddenly a burst of internal force came, and Zhao Yunhu's internal force was immediately directed to his shoulders to resist. The bend of his legs could no longer bear it, and he knelt on the ground with a pop.

Such a scene immediately made Jiao Yiqian and Lu Shiping burst into laughter.

"The demon sect's thieves are indeed people who are greedy for life and afraid of death. Now, let's kneel down, hahaha."

"Hahaha, I thought his bones were so hard, isn't he just kneeling down?"

Jingxuan also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and tapped Zhao Yunhu's acupuncture points, asking him to maintain his kneeling position.

Then the long sword moved up and pointed at Zhao Yunhu's eyes.

"Demon Cult Demon Lord, let me ask you again, where is Bai Guishou? If you don't tell me, I will dig out your eye first!"

Zhao Yunhu glared at the other party, his face full of anger: "What a decent person from a famous family, hahaha, come on, just dig it, if I, Zhao Yunhu, hum, I will be your fucking raiser!"

Jingxuan laughed angrily: "Okay, how dare you speak harshly when you are about to die!"

The sword in his hand was about to stab down suddenly.

Suddenly, there was a whine in the woods and a violent sound breaking through the air.

clang!

The sword in Jingxuan's hand suddenly trembled and bent!

With a click, the fine iron sword instantly shattered!

Everyone was immediately shocked.

Jingxuan hurriedly turned around, holding the broken sword in front of him, and shouted angrily: "Who is that person?"

In the dense forest, Feng Ji jumped out, like thunder, and appeared in front of everyone in an instant.

"Hahaha, Altar Master Zhao, this nun can't give birth to a son. Even if you snort, there's nothing she can do."

Niu boldly followed Feng Ji, jumped out, and laughed.

Wang Xianliang burst into laughter, and even the people from the Divine Fist Sect and Haisha Sect opposite him couldn't help but laugh.

The faces of the Emei sect's ladies turned black with anger. Master Jingxuan even cursed angrily: "Bitch thief, I'll kill you first!"

She threw away the broken sword, waved her sleeves, and rolled up the sword of the disciple next to her.

Immediately, he tipped his toes and rushed out in an instant, extremely fast.

The long sword came through the air and stabbed the cow's bold mouth.

It turned out that she hated Niu for being bold and speaking without restraint, so she wanted to tear his mouth open with this sword.

Niu DaDang knew that he was no match, so he quickly hid behind Feng Ji and shouted, "Bald nun, I'm afraid of you!"

Jingxuan was already approaching, the long sword flashed with cold light, and there was a rapid sound of breaking through the air.

clang!

The long sword passed by Feng Ji's side, and Feng Ji suddenly took action!

The five fingers suddenly grasped, and the sword blade was instantly grasped in his hand.

Jingxuan was startled, and he suddenly activated his internal energy, poured his long sword into it, and cut Feng Ji's hand with all his strength.

However, the long sword did not move at all and was firmly grasped by Feng Ji.

Feng Ji grinned: "Master, have you not eaten?"

Niu DaDa took the opportunity and laughed: "Haha, you are a girl after all, even if you have a bald head, you are still a girl!"

Jingxuan's face was ashen, but his eyes were extremely solemn, staring at Feng Ji: "Heng Lian?"

Feng Ji smiled and was about to speak.

Lu Shiping from the Divine Fist Sect over there suddenly shook his spear and shouted: "Boy, who are you?"

Jiao Yiqian immediately put his sword on Zhao Yunhu's neck and shouted: "Boy, if you dare to move, I will kill him!"

Feng Ji's smile faded and his expression turned cold: "Threaten me?"

"Hey, so what if I threaten you?" Jiao Yiqian sneered.

Feng Ji's eyes instantly froze, and he pinched his right hand suddenly!

Click!

Jingxuan's long sword broke instantly!

Immediately, Feng Ji waved his hand, and the tip of the sword shot out with a pop.

The sword blade pierced the air, drawing a terrifying whimper.

puff--!

Jiao Yiqian had no time to react and was hit by a sword on his forehead.

The broken sword pierced his forehead. The huge force caused the broken sword to pierce through and penetrate into the mud for several feet!

"Forehead……"

Jiao Yiqian's pupils were blurred, his throat made a strange sound, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

At this moment, everyone turned pale with horror and looked at Feng Ji in disbelief.

You know, Jiao Yiqian is a middle-level master of the Haisha Sect, and he also has second-rate strength in the world.

Such a famous figure was actually killed by a broken sword thrown casually?

How can this be?

Everyone took a deep breath, and Jingxuan also reacted instantly. His face changed slightly and he retreated violently.

As soon as he retreated, Feng Ji also moved.

But as soon as he kicked the ground, there was a muffled sound on the ground, a small pit exploded in the mud, the soil splashed, and the turf flew.

Feng Ji was as happy as a vague phantom.

Lu Shiping felt his eyes blur, Feng Ji had already arrived in front of him!

"you--"

He opened his mouth, waiting to say something.

The next moment, Feng Ji suddenly poked with his index finger!

Bang——!

The air exploded and rippled in circles.

But his fingertips instantly pointed at Lu Shiping's forehead.

Lu Shiping's face changed wildly, and the spear in his hand quickly shook out gun flowers. One turned into two, two turned into four, and four turned into eight. For a moment, the front was full of gun flowers, resisting Feng Ji's fingers!

This move is the "flowers all over the sky" in the "Flower Burying Spear" of the Divine Fist Sect.

It is to use the rapidly shaking gunfire to confuse the enemy, making the enemy unpredictable and not knowing where to defend.

Since ancient times, the red tassel gun has been called the thief of hundreds of soldiers.

The various ways of using the spear such as "end, wrap, collapse, pick, tie, and dance" established the origin of this title.

At this time, the gunfire was so complicated that it was dazzling.

Faced with such a move, most people would not know how to block it except to retreat and avoid it.

Unfortunately, this time Lu Shiping faced Feng Ji!

A horrifying existence with great skill!

But instead of retreating, Feng Ji accelerated instantly. His arms suddenly swelled and his bones made a sound like fried beans.

The whole person rose up by several points out of thin air!

Bang bang bang...

Several muffled sounds were heard in succession, and gunfire fell all around Feng Ji.

The sharp spear head directly penetrated Feng Ji's clothes.

But when it touched Feng Ji, it could only make a muffled sound.

Every muffled sound brings an extremely terrifying reverberation force!

Lu Shiping stabbed four times in an instant. When he was about to stab the fifth shot, his tiger's mouth had been torn apart by the force of the rebound, and his whole arm was trembling!

He was horrified and couldn't help shouting: "Heng Lian Iron Shirt?"

Feng Ji laughed loudly: "I have good eyesight, but it's a pity it's too late!"

boom--!

A terrifying loud noise exploded, and his fingertips broke through the sound barrier, instantly hitting Lu Shiping's eyebrows!

Lu Shiping's pupils shrank instantly, he felt a pain in his forehead, and then his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness!

Bystanders looked and saw Feng Ji hitting the gun with his iron cloth shirt, and touching Lu Shiping's eyebrows with his fingertips.

Immediately, Lu Shiping's head exploded as if a balloon had been filled with blood!

Blood flew everywhere, and pieces of flesh and scalp rolled and exploded.

The Emei sect women not far away screamed "Ah" one after another, their faces turned pale with fear, and they kept retreating.

Jingxuan's face turned pale at this time, and he hurriedly retreated, shouting: "Retreat!"

She made a prompt decision and quickly called on the Zhengdao people to retreat.

She knew very well that this mysterious horizontal training master was too terrifying.

Although Jiao Yiqian and Lu Shiping are not as good as her in skill, they are not far behind her.

In the hands of this person, the two of them couldn't sustain a single move and were killed directly!

She knew very well that even if they came together, they wouldn't be enough to kill each other!

At that moment, she hurriedly retreated and called for everyone to escape.

At the same time, she was filled with fear and fear, as if a huge storm was rising.

"When did the Sky Eagle Sect produce such a terrifying horizontal training master again? Could it be... could he be the direct disciple of Yin Tianzheng?"

She really couldn't think of anyone else besides Yin Tianzheng, the horizontal training genius who was famous for his powerful eagle claw hand, who could have such terrifying horizontal training skills?

When Feng Ji saw the righteous people running away, he immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Kill!"

Niu DaDang and Wang Xianliang rushed out to intercept without saying a word.

Feng Ji himself turned into a beast and shuttled through the forest.

He kills people so brutally and simply that he can easily kill an enemy with just one punch or a kick.

For a time, there were screams and wailing in the forest.

Zhao Yunhu, who was kneeling on the ground after being hit on an acupuncture point, had a look of horror on his face, and only then did he come back to his senses.

His face was full of disbelief: "Who is this person?"

"Why do you have such terrifying horizontal training skills?"

Not far away, a disciple of the White Tiger Altar came back to his senses. He hurriedly stepped forward to untie his acupuncture points and shouted, "Altar Master? Are you okay?"

Zhao Yunhu didn't have time to say more, he just asked: "Who are those three people? Do you know them?"

Someone suddenly shouted: "Altar Master, I seem to know one of them. The man in blue clothes and without front teeth seems to be the incense master of Ziwei Hall."

"Ziweitang?"

Zhao Yunhu was stunned, his face full of astonishment, Ziweitang?

Is there such a master in Ziweitang?

Over the years, Ziweitang has become less and less important in the Tianying Sect, and no one takes it seriously.

At this time, such a master suddenly appeared. Even Zhao Yunhu, who was beaten to death, did not expect that he was from Ziweitang!

He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately shouted: "Don't worry about so much, copy the guys for me, and kill these righteous dogs!"

"yes!"

"Kill!"

Immediately, everyone in the White Tiger Temple roared out and chased the righteous people who were alone in the forest.

After burning the incense, everyone gathered together again in the forest.

Zhao Yunhu laughed boldly: "Hahaha, I'm Zhao Yunhu of the White Tiger Altar, thank you brothers for saving your life!"

Wang Xianliang looked indifferent and said: "Zhao Tanzhu, don't be so hasty to thank us, you still don't know where we are from, right?"

Niu Dadan also said with a smile but not a smile: "Hey, Xiangzhu, you said that our people from Ziwei Hall saved the master of the White Tiger Altar. If this spreads out, will the White Tiger Altar admit it? I'm afraid I will be laughed to death by the brothers in the church. .”

Zhao Yunhu glanced at the two of them, looking a little embarrassed.

He knew that he looked down on Ziweitang to some extent in the past, and his brothers had conflicts with people from Ziweitang. When he first dealt with it, he was somewhat partial to his brothers.

It was normal for the two Ziwei Hall disciples in front of him to ridicule him.

But he didn't care about the attitudes of these two people, he just cared more about Feng Ji.

He looked at Feng Ji, cupped his fists and said, "Brother, whether it's the White Tiger Altar or the Ziwei Hall, we are all disciples of the Sky Eagle Sect, and we all come together to fight against the Mongolian Tatars."

"There is a powerful enemy outside. The three of you can ignore the past and save us people. Zhao is very grateful!"

"Please accept your respects from Zhao!"

At that moment, in front of everyone, he bowed deeply to Feng Ji and the others!

Niu DaDang and Wang Xianliang were suddenly stunned and a little at a loss.

When they think about it, if they squeeze each other like this, how can the other side still look good? Why don't you immediately fall out with yourself and others?

As everyone knows, Feng Ji was not present, so maybe Zhao Yunhu's Baihutan disciples really wouldn't give them face.

But now Feng Ji is in front of them, and he has just shown his terrifying strength and cruel methods.

Of course they don't dare!

Feng Ji stretched out his hand to help Zhao Yunhu up and said with a smile: "What did Master Zhao say? Ziweitang and Baihutan are both disciples of the Tianying Sect. We are all brothers. How can we not save them even if they die?"

"Don't ever say such disrespectful words again. I'm at Ziweitang, Feng Ji!"

Seeing that Feng Ji did not continue to look cold and showed a smile, the disciples of Baihutan immediately breathed a sigh of relief and started laughing.

"That's right. We are all disciples of the Sky Eagle Cult. There is nothing to distinguish us from each other."

"Yes, this incense master of Ziwei Hall has a great temper. We are all brothers."

"This big brother, what's your name? Hahaha, the bald nun I just scolded was so good."

…

Everyone tried to get close to Niu DaDang and Wang Xianliang, but ordinary disciples consciously did not dare to approach Feng Ji.

Only Zhao Yunhu stood beside Feng Ji and said with a smile: "Brother Feng Ji, do you hold any position in Ziwei Hall? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"Without a position and little reputation, Altar Master Zhao naturally doesn't know about Feng."

Zhao Yunhu was stunned and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "You are such a master, but you don't have a position in Ziwei Hall? This... this... can't be done? Where is Wang Chongguang? Isn't he your helmsman? He deliberately suppresses you. Can’t do it?”

Feng Ji smiled: "Before he died, Master Wang hoped that I could revitalize Ziwei Hall. Unfortunately, Young Master Yin didn't think so."

"What? Wang Chongguang is dead?"

Zhao Yunhu was shocked, and immediately heard Feng Ji's voiceover, and his eyes flashed.

Yes, Ziwei Hall is represented by the leader of Tianwei Hall, Young Master Yin...

He couldn't help but sigh when he thought of King Yin Ye's character.

Immediately, he patted Feng Ji on the shoulder and said: "Brother Feng, your skills are too limited in Ziwei Hall. How about you come to my White Tiger Temple?"

"As long as you come to the White Tiger Altar, you can choose the location you want!"

As soon as he said this, Wang Xianliang and Niu Dadan, who were following behind, suddenly became nervous and looked at Feng Ji quickly.

But Feng Ji smiled lightly and said, "Really? I want to be the leader of the White Tiger Altar. Are you willing?"

I didn’t say anything anymore. I slept for a while and then woke up to work hard.