The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 47 Fighting Zhao Jinhuan

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

Zhao Jinhuan's moves were like a mad tiger.

As soon as Feng Ji changed his domineering style of play, the plum blossom piles under his feet unfolded with dexterity and changeability.

It looked as if he was retreating steadily and Zhao Jinhuan had the upper hand.

However, among the crowd, the crippled Zhou Zhuang was shocked and unbelievable.

"Beidou stake? Five elements stake? Tiangang stake? Stars stake? Impossible, impossible! How can he know all kinds of body skills of Plum Blossom Boxing?"

Zhou Zhuang was terrified, seeing Feng Ji's nimble movement, his whole body was sweating profusely.

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

But Feng Ji's Plum Blossom Boxing Kungfu mastered at this time is not like a beginner at all, but even more proficient than him, an old boxer who has been immersed for many years!
How can this be?

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

"Could it be that this little bastard knew the plum blossom boxing long ago? Deliberately designed to lure me to the door?"

He had to guess.

Not far away, Zhenyuan Escorts also started discussing in amazement.

"Zhao Jinhuan still has such superb sword skills?"

"Fortunately, I didn't make a move just now, otherwise I'm afraid it will end badly."

"This young man is in danger."

"Ginger is still old and spicy."

……

Beside Wen Biao, Wen Bao couldn't help but whispered: "Brother, you are still smart and didn't attack rashly just now, otherwise Zhao Jinhuan's use of this saber technique at this time may cause heavy casualties to the brothers in the Escort Bureau, which is a pity, this young man dying."

Wen Biao glanced at his younger brother and couldn't help shaking his head: "Do you think Zhao Jinhuan is sure to win?"

Wen Bao was taken aback, and said in surprise: "Isn't it? He can only dodge. Zhao Jinhuan's knife just now has already broken his golden bell shield."

Wen Biao frowned, glanced at Wen Bao dissatisfied, and said, "I told you to practice more on weekdays. If you don't listen, you think that young man has lost? You can see that his body is fast and flexible, and his steps are moving. Do you think he lost it?" Size?"

"This is the northern style of plum blossom boxing. It is fast and agile. It looks dangerous, but it is actually very capable."

Speaking of this, Wen Biao said in admiration: "At such a young age, he has mastered the Golden Bell Mask Hard 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 for a while, then suddenly opened his mouth and said loudly: "Master Zhao's combined sword is so powerful, is it the Qi family boxing inheritance?"

"I heard that the Qi family's boxing and saber techniques are vigorous and powerful, with smooth movement, well-organized movements, and well-defined changes. One strike strikes three times in succession."

"It's a pity that your knife is not a real Qi family knife. It has enough strength, but it lacks a lot of flexibility."

"If you fight fast, I'm afraid... well, the old monkey is talking too much, ha ha."

He seems to be commenting, but he is actually pointing Feng Ji.

Feng Ji also smiled when he heard the words.

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

He raised his knee and hung the saber, and slashed towards Feng Ji's feet, intending to attack Feng Ji's foot.

At this moment, Feng Ji stopped suddenly, kicked the blade hard, and swung the blade away.

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

Zhao Jinhuan was startled, this was Feng Ji's first counterattack since fighting against his sword technique.

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

Feng Ji grinned at the corner of his mouth, took a step back, and asked, "Your saber technique is only eighteen moves in total?"

Zhao Jinhuan was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help being startled: "How do you know?"

Feng Ji sneered: "After playing for so long, I can't see that you have changed these eighteen moves over and over again?"

Zhao Jinhuan couldn't believe it: "You've been memorizing my sword moves?"

Feng Ji didn't answer, turned around and cupped his fists at Wen Biao, saying, "Can I borrow a knife?"

Wen Biao was stunned, and immediately laughed out loud, "Why not?"

With a light kick, he picked up Wenbao's saber beside him, turned around and gave another side kick, hitting the hilt of the saber.

Immediately, there was a single-handed roar, and he flew towards Feng Ji whimpering.

Feng Ji stretched out his hand, grabbed the handle of the knife, and laughed loudly: "Thank you!"

The next moment, he took a single step forward with a single saber in his hand, facing Zhao Jinhuan, he slashed at Mount Hua with one move!
Zhao Jinhuan was startled, and quickly blocked with his sword, and immediately wrapped his head around his head and fought back violently.

Feng Ji laughed, bowed his head and lowered his head, the light of the saber flashed, it was Zhao Jinhuan's previous move, sweeping the saber and pushing it flat!

Zhao Jinhuan was even more surprised, and an idea popped up in disbelief.

"How could he be so single-handed as me?"

The so-called "Panlong Single Sword" is the scientific name of the Qi Jiahe War Sword, and it is one of the Qi Family's sword techniques.

The Qi family knife was spread in the Shandong area, and it is a well-known knife technique.

There are also many rumors in the Northern Broadsword Association, and later generations have become the sword practice of our army's Broadsword Team.

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

He couldn't accept such a thing.

It's just that the two kept fighting each other, and the more they fought, the more frightened he became!

Feng Ji's moves are all Panlong's single-handed moves, all of which are the sword techniques he has used before.

In a trance, he lost his mind and couldn't accept it.

Bang!
Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and Feng Ji cut across Zhao Jinhuan's sword in an instant.

The next moment, he slashed with a knife, and with a puff, he slashed on Zhao Jinhuan's shoulder in an instant.

Zhao Jinhuan was in pain, and with a cry, he hugged Feng Ji's arm.

With red eyes, he stared at Feng Ji: "Did you learn the sword technique from me?"

Feng Ji grinned: "Could it be that you really think I'm afraid of your sword skills?"

"impossible!"

He punched Feng Ji violently.

Feng Ji let out a grin, and pressed down on the handle of the knife with both arms.

puff!

Zhao Jinhuan's right arm was severed at the root, and blood sprayed all over the ground in an instant.

"what--"

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

Holding a single saber, Feng Ji stepped forward step by step, and said with a sneer, "Zhao Jinhuan, as I said, today is your death day!"

Zhao Jinhuan gritted his teeth and endured the pain, glared at Feng Ji, and panted heavily: "Unexpectedly, I would die at the hands of unknown juniors like you, ho ho ho... It's a pity that I haven't accomplished anything, and I can't drive out the foreigners and return the blue sky to my Chinese people. "

Feng Ji laughed out loud.

"Hahaha...Zhao Jinhuan, Zhao Jinhuan, do you really consider yourself a character?"

"What are you? Do you think you are the big man Zhang Jiao? Or Hong Xiuquan from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?"

"You're nothing but a bandit!"

"This world will never be saved by someone like you!"

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

Unwilling, Zhao Jinhuan sneered and said, "What do you know? I am the leader of Bailian. If I get into trouble, it will be like a flame of fire. Why won't I become the next Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?"

"The Qing dog is incompetent and has long since rotted. Although foreigners have powerful weapons, if there are no Muyang dogs like you, how can they bully my Chinese people? In the final analysis, it is because there are too many wastes like your father and too many soft bones. It will make foreigners domineering!"

Feng Ji looked at Zhao Jinhuan with a look of sarcasm: "Self-righteous, Zhao Jinhuan, let me tell you the truth, even if you become the next Hong Xiuquan, you will not be able to save the world."

"If the Qing Dynasty is not destroyed, China will never stand up!"

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

With a flash of the knife, his head flew up.

All around, the bandits fled in horror, and the Liu family was in a mess, shouting everywhere.

Feng Ji looked at the headless corpse without 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.

(End of this chapter)