The heavens: pushing across all realms

boom!

The two of them used the same boxing technique, the same posture, and the same angle.

Each punched head-on, and a terrifying explosion erupted instantly.

When the fists collide, the air vibrates, and a roaring airflow surges, creating violent wind pressure.

Their hair was blowing, Zhao Jinhuan's eyes were bulging, and his face was full of disbelief.

"you--"

He wanted to say something, but there was severe pain in his fist, his bones creaked, and his body was uncontrollably hit by the huge force and he took several steps back!

Dong dong dong...

Every step was like a boulder falling to the ground, making a muffled sound.

The green bricks under his feet cracked, and it was obvious that Zhao Jinhuan was losing strength.

On the other hand, Feng Ji's legs were like iron pillars, nailed in place and motionless.

He slowly retracted his fist and grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"Ho ho ho, ha ha ha ha, Zhao Jinhuan, suffer death——!"

With a wild laugh, Feng Ji suddenly stomped on the ground, his body like a tiger descending from the mountain, roaring and charging.

Zhao Jinhuan took a deep breath, recovered from the shock, pushed his younger brother away, and circulated his energy and blood throughout his body.

He shouted angrily: "Impossible, I have already mastered the golden bell. How long have you been learning? How can you master my golden bell? I don't believe it!"

He didn't believe in evil, and suddenly rushed out again. Qi and blood traveled all over his body, his muscles were congested, and his big tendons were bulging. His whole body was like a golden bell, indestructible!

With one move, the two eagles spread their wings and directly hit Feng Ji's armpits. This is one of the doors covered by the golden bell.

Feng Ji laughed ferociously, spread his wings like a double eagle, closed his five fingers into a fist, and slammed into Zhao Jinhuan's palms.

Zhao Jinhuan frowned and used his palms against his fists. Naturally, he suffered a loss.

Immediately his moves changed, he blocked with his left arm, and punched Feng Ji fiercely with his right arm.

The first form of the golden bell cover subdues the dragon and subdues the tiger!

Feng Ji laughed wildly: "Zhao Jinhuan, do you only know these?"

He didn't change his moves, he still spread his wings, and hit Zhao Jinhuan's left arm hard with his two fists.

Bang bang!

There were two loud roars, and Zhao Jinhuan's left arm suffered severe pain. The area where the forearm was hit by the punch instantly became red and swollen.

Although it was not broken yet, it was covered in bruises and his whole body was unsteady and he staggered back.

Not to mention his right hand that attacked Feng Ji, he didn't even touch the corner of Feng Ji's clothes!

Zhao Jinhuan was in disbelief: "Impossible, how is it possible? How could you be so strong? How could you break my golden bell?"

Zhao Jinhuan screamed strangely, unable to accept the scene before him.

The bandits around him started talking in low voices one by one, and looked at Zhao Jinhuan with confused expressions.

Obviously, Zhao Jinhuan's prestige was severely damaged by Feng Ji at this moment.

These bandits were not trained by Zhao Jinhuan, but by Yue Migong and Duan Ermi.

Naturally, they were not loyal to Zhao Jinhuan. They followed Zhao Jinhuan's orders only because Zhao Jinhuan was very powerful.

However, the terror shown by Feng Ji at this moment has completely shattered the prestige established by Zhao Jinhuan.

Everyone in the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau who was watching was slightly disturbed and looked at the second boss Wen Biao.

Wen Bao even whispered: "Brother, the morale of the bandits is weak. Do you want to..."

Wen Biao was thinking slightly, but suddenly shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, let's take a look again."

He looked at Feng Ji and was amazed in his heart.

He had just learned about Zhao Jinhuan's golden bell. If he didn't activate his dark energy, he wouldn't be able to break through Zhao Jinhuan's defense.

However, this young man seems to have also practiced the Golden Bell Shield, but in terms of strength and defense, he is actually superior to Zhao Jinhuan!

This is really strange. How can this kid practice such hard Qigong at such a young age?

At this time, no matter how angry or disbelieving Zhao Jinhuan was.

But when they fought again, every move and every move by Feng Ji was a golden bell mask.

It was exactly the same move as Zhao Jinhuan, but Feng Ji was extremely powerful and his defense exceeded Zhao Jinhuan.

As a result, Zhao Jinhuan was directly suppressed and beaten, and he was retreating steadily!

"Hahaha, Zhao Jinhuan, is this all you have?"

"Does the Golden Bell Cover have no other tricks? After over and over again, do you only have these five tricks?"

"If this happens, you will die soon!"

boom!

With another punch, Feng Ji hit Zhao Jinhuan so hard that he staggered and sat on the ground with a bang.

Feng Ji took a step forward and was about to grab Zhao Jinhuan's head.

Zhao Jinhuan was furious and stretched out his hand to resist.

He was used to the Golden Bell's fighting style. He didn't dodge immediately and just wanted to fight hard.

However, his strength was no match for Feng Ji.

Bang!

Feng Ji pressed hard with one hand.

Zhao Jinhuan crossed his arms above his head to resist.

Immediately he felt a terrifying force oppressing him.

As if a mountain collapsed, at this moment, Zhao Jinhuan's expression changed drastically.

He couldn't resist it at all, and his arms couldn't hold Feng Ji's one arm.

The next moment, there was a bang on the top of Zhao Jinhuan's head, and Feng Ji grabbed him with one hand.

Feng Ji laughed ferociously: "My surname is Zhao, I almost kowtowed to you that day to become your disciple, but I will pay you back today!"

He pushed Zhao Jinhuan's head hard.

With a bang, Zhao Jinhuan's forehead was pressed hard to the bluestone floor.

A violent impact sounded, and the floor shattered instantly.

It looked as if Zhao Jinhuan was kowtowing to Feng Ji.

Zhao Jinhuan almost went crazy. When had he, the dignified leader of the White Lotus Sect, ever suffered such humiliation?

"Ah - I'll kill you!"

Zhao Jinhuan roared crazily, grabbed Feng Ji's arm with both hands, and tried to twist the arm with all his strength.

Feng Ji smiled ferociously: "Kill me? Are you worthy of it!?"

He raised his right foot and kicked it out quickly. This kick was infused with the power of Qi and blood, and he used the Iron Horse Stance Kung Fu of Zhao Family Quan.

A single kick contains a huge amount of force.

Bang!

Zhao Jinhuan's face was kicked so hard that blood flowed out, his scalp was torn, and his whole body fell backwards.

Stars flashed across his eyes, and his body rolled several times on the ground, huge humiliation welling up in his heart.

After decades in the world, when had he ever failed so miserably?

Even if he is wanted by the court, he can still wander around the world. Who wouldn't be polite to him when he sees him?

However, today, in this small Qingyuan County, he fell into the hands of a junior whom he once looked down upon!

How can you endure such humiliation?

Kill him, must kill him!

Zhao Jinhuan roared angrily, jumped up suddenly, grabbed a bandit, and snatched the single sword from his hand.

He held a single sword in his hand and roared: "You little beast, do you really think that you can humiliate me so much by secretly learning my golden bell?"

"Today I will show you what I rely on to survive in the world!"

"I'm not only going to kill you today, but after I kill you, I'm going to kill your whole family, chop the men into pieces, and sell all the women to brothels. Damn it!"

Zhao Jinhuan roared and cursed, raised the knife with one hand, stepped forward, and slashed violently!

With one force, he split Huashan Mountain with a sudden smash!

Feng Ji stretched out his hand and used the tiger claw technique to capture it, holding the blade with one hand!

With a bang, the knife fell into Feng Ji's hand.

Feng Ji's tiger's mouth was so shocked that his skin was broken and bleeding!

This made him slightly stunned. He felt the pain from the tiger's mouth and was slightly startled.

The explosive power of Zhao Jinhuan's sword skills far exceeds that of boxing skills!

This sword, which is probably five or six times more powerful than an ordinary person, can actually break through his golden bell defense!

Feng Ji immediately stepped back, letting go of Zhao Jinhuan's horizontal slash, and no longer took a hard hit.

When Zhao Jinhuan saw this, he laughed wildly: "Come on, little bastard, aren't you fucking crazy? What are you hiding from?"

"I have been in the world for so many years, but no one can survive ten strokes of my sword!"

"Little beast, if I don't chop you into pieces today, your surname will not be Zhao!"

He roared and cursed, and made a series of moves. His sword skills were superb and fast, just like a tiger.

Split, hang, block, cut, tease, stab, collapse, and chop, all in a continuous flow.

However, Feng Ji was not afraid. The plum blossom piles under his feet were flexible and changeable. They seemed dangerous, but they were as easy to dodge as if they were strolling in a garden.

But he was also surprised in his heart. Zhao Jinhuan really had two tricks up his sleeve.

I thought that the golden bell cover was his special skill, but I didn't expect that this sword technique could be so sharp.

Thoughts were racing in his mind, thinking about ways to defeat the enemy.

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