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

Zhao Jinhuan's move is life-threatening, like a mad tiger.

Feng Ji changed his domineering style of play, and the steps of the plum blossom pile under his feet unfolded, dexterous and changeable.

It looked like he was losing and Zhao Jinhuan had the upper hand.

However, in the crowd, the crippled Zhou Zhuang's face was shocked and unbelievable.

"Beidou pile? Five Elements Piles? Tiangang pile? Starry stakes? Impossible, impossible! How can he know all kinds of plum blossom boxing? ”

Zhou Zhuang was frightened, looking at Feng Ji's flexible body, and the whole person was sweating like rain.

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

But the plum blossom boxing pile skill that Feng Ji mastered at this time is not like a beginner at all, but is more proficient than him, an old boxer who has been immersed in it for many years!

How is this possible?

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

"Could it be that this little beast would have known Plum Blossom Boxing a long time ago? Deliberately designed to lure me to the door? ”

He had to make this guess.

Not far away, the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau also started to talk in surprise.

"Zhao Jinhuan still has such a superb sword technique?"

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

"This young man is in danger."

"Ginger is still old and spicy."

……

Beside Wen Biao, Wen Leopard couldn't help but whisper: "Big brother, you are still smart, you didn't make a rash move just now, otherwise Zhao Jinhuan will perform this knife technique at this time, I am afraid that the brothers of the dart game will be killed and injured, it is a pity, this young man is going to die." ”

Wen Biao glanced at his younger brother and couldn't help but shake his head: "Do you think Zhao Jinhuan has won?" ”

Wen Leopard was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "Isn't it? He only had to dodge, and just now Zhao Jinhuan stabbed him, and he had already broken his golden bell jar. ”

Wen Biao frowned, glanced at Wen Leopard dissatisfied, and said, "Let you practice more on weekdays, you don't listen, do you think that young man lost?" You see that his body is fast and flexible, and his pace is out of position, do you think he has lost his square inch? ”

"This is the body of the Northern Plum Blossom Boxing, fast and agile, he seems to be dangerous, but in fact he is at ease."

Speaking of this, Wen Biao exclaimed: "At a young age, he actually mastered both the Golden Bell Jar Hard Qigong and the Plum Blossom Boxing, this person is extremely talented, I don't know who the teacher is." ”

Wen Leopard frowned, and couldn't help but say, "Big brother, you want to help him?" ”

Wen Biao groaned, and after a moment, he suddenly spoke, and said loudly: "Sect Leader Zhao's hand joint combat knife is so powerful, it is the inheritance of the Qi family's fist, right?" ”

"I heard that the Qi family's boxing knife method is strong and powerful, the strength is smooth, the movement is quiet, the changes are square, one knife and three knives."

"It's a pity that your knife is not the real Qi family knife, the strength is enough, but the flexibility is much less."

"If it's fast, I'm afraid it's ...... Hmm, the old monkey has too much to say, hehe. ”

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

Feng Ji heard this, but he also smiled.

Zhao Jinhuan was furious, and shouted: "Since you know how to speak, shut up the fuck!" ”

He raised his knee and hung his knife and slashed at Feng Ji's feet, wanting to attack Feng Ji's lower plate.

At this moment, Feng Ji suddenly stopped, kicked the knife face violently, and swung the blade away.

immediately punched his backhand and slammed Zhao Jinhuan's door.

Zhao Jinhuan was shocked, this was the first time Feng Ji had fought back since he fought against his sword technique.

He hurriedly wrapped his head around his head with a move, wanting to force Feng Ji's fist back.

The corners of Feng Ji's mouth furled, his figure took a step back, and asked, "Your sword technique, a total of eighteen styles?" ”

Zhao Jinhuan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but be shocked: "How do you know?" ”

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

Zhao Jinhuan was incredulous: "You have been remembering my knife moves? ”

Feng Ji didn't answer, turned around and hugged his fist at Wen Biao, and said, "Can I borrow a knife?" ”

Wen Biao was stunned, and then laughed: "Why not?" ”

With a light kick, he picked up the saber of Wen Leopard beside him, turned around and hit the hilt with another side kick.

Suddenly, a single knife roared, and it flew towards Feng Ji with a whimper.

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

The next moment, he held a single knife in his hand, stepped forward, and faced Zhao Jinhuan, which was a move to split Huashan!

Zhao Jinhuan was startled, and hurriedly resisted with a horizontal knife, and then wrapped his head around his head and fought back violently.

Feng Ji laughed, bent down and lowered his head, the knife flashed, it was actually a move performed by Zhao Jinhuan before, sweeping the knife and pushing it flat!

Zhao Jinhuan was even more surprised, and a thought came to his mind in disbelief.

"How could he have my dragon single sword?"

The so-called Panlong single knife is the scientific name of the Qi family's battle knife, and it is one of the knife techniques of the Qi family's fist.

The Qi family knife is spread in Shandong and is a well-known knife technique.

It is also spread in the Northern Broadsword Society, and later generations have become the practice of our army's broadsword team.

Zhao Jinhuan couldn't believe that Feng Ji would learn his sword technique during the battle just now.

He couldn't accept such a thing.

It's just that the two of them keep making moves, and the more he fights, the more frightened he becomes!

Feng Ji's moves were all Panlong's single knife moves, all of which were knife techniques he had performed.

In a trance, he lost his mind and found it difficult to accept.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, and Feng Ji cut horizontally, instantly cutting off Zhao Jinhuan's single knife.

The next moment, with a sharp slash, with a pop, it instantly slashed at Zhao Jinhuan's shoulder.

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

His eyes were red, and he glared at Feng Ji: "The knife technique you learned from me?" ”

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

"Impossible!"

He slammed his fist into Feng Ji's face.

Feng Ji sneered and pressed the handle of the knife with both arms.

Poof!

Zhao Jinhuan's right arm was broken at the root, and blood instantly sprayed all over the ground.

"Ahh

Zhao Jinhuan roared in pain, and the whole person rolled over and fell to the ground.

Feng Ji held a single knife in his hand, stepped forward step by step, and sneered: "Zhao Jinhuan, I said that today is your death!" ”

Zhao Jinhuan gritted his teeth and endured the pain, glared at Feng Ji angrily, and gasped: "I didn't expect that I would die in the hands of an unknown junior like you, ho ho ho ho ...... It's a pity that I didn't accomplish a big thing, and I couldn't drive out the foreigners and return my Chinese people to a blue sky. ”

Feng Ji burst out laughing.

"Hahaha...... Zhao Jinhuan, Zhao Jinhuan, do you really think of yourself as a character? ”

"What are you? Do you think you're a big man? Or Hong Xiuquan of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom? ”

"You're just a bandit!"

"In this world, it will never be possible to be saved by people like you!"

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

Zhao Jinhuan was unwilling, and sneered: "What do you know? I am the leader of the White Lotus Sect, if I get into trouble, it will definitely be like a beacon fire, why won't I become the next Taiping Heavenly Kingdom? ”

"Qing dog is incompetent, it has long been rotten, although the foreigners have a good weapon, but if there are no Mu foreign dogs like you, how can they bully my Chinese people? In the final analysis, it is your father who has too much waste and too many soft bones that will make foreigners powerful! ”

Feng Ji looked at Zhao Jinhuan and showed a sarcastic look: "Self-righteous, Zhao Jinhuan, let me tell you the truth, even if you become the next Hong Xiuquan, it is impossible for you to save the world." ”

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

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

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

In all directions, the bandits fled in terror, and the chaotic Liu family was full of shouts.

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.