Rumble!

The two have the same punches, the same posture, and the same angle.

Each punched hard, and a terrifying explosion erupted in an instant.

When the fists collided, the air vibrated and a whistling air flow stirred up, creating a violent wind pressure.

The hair of the two was blown, Zhao Jinhuan's eyes bulged out, his eyes were round, and his face was full of disbelief.

"You-"

He wanted to say something, but his fists ached, his bones creaked, and his body took a few steps back uncontrollably from the massive impact!

Knock knock knock......

Every step is 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 unloading his strength.

On the other hand, Feng Ji's legs were like iron pillars, nailed in place, not moving at all.

He slowly withdrew his fists, the corners of his mouth grinning, revealing his white teeth.

"Ho ho ho, hahahaha, Zhao Jinhuan, ——! death"

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

Zhao Jinhuan took a deep breath, recovered from the shock, pushed the little brother away, and used the qi and blood all over his body.

He roared angrily: "Impossible, Lao Tzu's golden bell jar has long been perfected, how long have you been learning?" How could my bell jar be? I don't believe it! ”

He didn't believe in evil, so he suddenly rushed out again, walking all over his body with qi and blood, his muscles were congested, his muscles were bulging, and his whole body was like a golden bell possessed, indestructible!

One move of two eagles spread their wings and took Feng Ji's armpits, which is one of the golden bell cover doors.

Feng Ji laughed fiercely, and in the same style, the two eagles spread their wings, and their five fingers were folded into fists, slamming into Zhao Jinhuan's palms.

Zhao Jinhuan frowned, palm-to-fist, and naturally suffered.

Immediately, the move changed, the left arm was blocked, and the right arm slammed into Feng Ji's heart.

The first type of the golden bell jar, subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger!

Feng Ji laughed wildly: "Zhao Jinhuan, are you only going to do this?" ”

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

Bang bang!

There were two roars, and Zhao Jinhuan's left arm was in severe pain, and the fist in his forearm was instantly red and swollen.

Although it has not been broken, it is bruised, and the whole person can't stabilize his pile, and he staggers 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 incredulous: "Impossible, how is it possible?" How can you have so much strength? How could you possibly break my golden bell jar? ”

Zhao Jinhuan screamed, unable to accept the scene in front of him.

The surrounding bandits whispered one by one, and their expressions when they looked at Zhao Jinhuan became confused.

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

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

They are naturally not loyal to Zhao Jinhuan, and they obey Zhao Jinhuan's orders, just because Zhao Jinhuan is strong.

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

Everyone in the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau who was watching was slightly moved, and they all looked at Wen Biao, the second master.

Wen Leopard even said in a low voice: "Big brother, the morale of the bandits is weak, do you want to ......?"

Wen Biao's mind moved slightly, but he suddenly shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, take a look." ”

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

Zhao Jinhuan's golden bell jar, he had just understood it, if he didn't urge the dark energy, he wouldn't be able to break through Zhao Jinhuan's defense.

However, this young man seems to have cultivated the Golden Bell Jar as well, but both his strength and defense are above Zhao Jinhuan!

This is really strange, this kid is not very old, how did he practice this hard qigong?

At this time, no matter how angry Zhao Jinhuan was, how unbelievable he was.

But fighting again, Feng Ji's every move and style is a golden bell jar kung fu.

It is exactly the same trick as Zhao Jinhuan, but Feng Ji's strength is extremely great, and his defense surpasses Zhao Jinhuan.

So much so that Zhao Jinhuan was directly pressed and beaten, and he was defeated and retreated!

"Hahaha, Zhao Jinhuan, do you only have this ability?"

"Isn't there any other trick for the golden bell jar? Over and over again, is there only these five moves? ”

"If that's the case, you're going to die soon!"

Rumble!

Another punch, Feng Ji directly hit Zhao Jinhuan 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 accustomed to the golden bell jar's style of play, and he didn't dodge at the first time, he just wanted to resist.

However, his strength is not Feng Ji's opponent at all.

Boom!

Feng Ji pressed it violently with one hand.

Zhao Jinhuan crossed his arms above his head to resist.

Immediately, he felt a terrifying force pressing him.

It was as if a mountain had collapsed, and at this moment, Zhao Jinhuan's face changed greatly.

He couldn't resist at all, and his arms couldn't support Feng Ji's single arm.

The next moment, Zhao Jinhuan banged above his head and was grabbed by Feng Ji with one hand.

Feng Ji laughed cruelly: "The surname is Zhao, Lao Tzu almost kowtowed to you that day, and I will return it to Lao Tzu today!" ”

He slammed Zhao Jinhuan's head hard.

With a bang, Zhao Jinhuan's head was pressed the bluestone floor.

A violent crash sounded, and the floor shattered instantly.

It looks as if Zhao Jinhuan is kowtowing to Feng Ji.

Zhao Jinhuan almost went crazy, when did he suffer such humiliation from the White Lotus Sect leader?

"Ahh

Zhao Jinhuan roared wildly, grabbed Feng Ji's arm with both hands, and was about to stranch this arm with all his strength.

Feng Ji smiled fiercely: "Kill me? You deserve it too!? ”

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 pile skill of Zhao Jiaquan.

One foot down, containing thousands of catties of great power.

Boom!

Zhao Jinhuan's face door was instantly kicked with blood, his scalp was torn, and the whole person fell back and turned out.

His eyes were full of stars, his body rolled on the ground several times, and a great humiliation welled up in his heart.

After decades of crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, when has he failed so miserably?

Even if he is wanted by the imperial court, he can still mix in the rivers and lakes, who is not polite when he sees it?

However, today, in this small Qingyuan County, it was actually planted in the hands of a junior who he used to look down on!

How can we endure such humiliation?

Kill him, you have to kill him!

Zhao Jinhuan roared angrily, jumped up suddenly, pulled past a bandit, and snatched the single knife from his hand.

He held a single knife in his hand and roared in his mouth: "Little brute, do you really think that if you steal my golden bell jar, you can humiliate me so far?" ”

"Let me let you see today, what does Lao Tzu rely on in the rivers and lakes!"

"I'm not only going to kill you today, but after I kill you, I'm going to kill your whole family, the men chop it into meat sauce, and the women all sell it to the brothel,!"

Zhao Jinhuan roared and scolded, raised his knife with one hand, stepped over, and slashed violently!

A blow to Huashan smashed, and it smashed!

Feng Ji stretched out his hand, and the tiger claw skill was snatched out, holding the blade with one hand!

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

Feng Ji's mouth was shocked, and he actually broke his skin and spilled blood!

This made him slightly stunned, felt the pain of the tiger's mouth, and was slightly frightened in his heart.

Zhao Jinhuan's knife technique is far more explosive than his fist technique!

This knife, I'm afraid that it is five or six times more powerful than ordinary people, can actually break through his golden bell jar defense!

Feng Ji immediately retreated, let go of Zhao Jinhuan's horizontal slash, and no longer took it hard.

Seeing this, Zhao Jinhuan immediately laughed wildly: "Come on, little rabbit, aren't you crazy?" What to hide? ”

"Lao Tzu has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for so many years, and no one can go through ten moves under my knife!"

"Little brute, if Lao Tzu doesn't chop you into meat sauce today, he won't be surnamed Zhao!"

He roared and scolded, his moves were continuous, and his sword skills were exquisite and fast, like a tiger.

Chopping, hanging, blocking, cutting, teasing, stabbing, collapsing, chopping, one after another, flowing smoothly.

Feng Ji was not afraid, the steps of the plum blossom pile under his feet were flexible and changeable, seemingly dangerous, but they were like a leisurely stroll, dodging freely.

But I was also surprised in my heart, this Zhao Jinhuan really had two hits.

I thought that the golden bell jar was his unique skill in pressing the box, but I didn't expect this knife technique to be so sharp.

His mind raced for a moment, thinking about a way to break the enemy.