The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 136 Damn you all!
"boom!"

Feng Ji's figure was like thunder and lightning.

People in mid-air, like a flying meteorite, falling from the sky!

With a bang, his two legs stepped on the Mongolian soldier who stabbed the baby to death!
With terrifying force, the soldier's head, together with the armor, was crushed alive!

The horse under the soldier's crotch couldn't bear the huge force, and with a plop, his limbs were broken and his belly landed on the ground!
Such a terrifying scene frightened the Mongolian soldiers who were originally laughing, and were stunned for an instant.

They were stunned, but Feng Ji didn't stop.

He kicked the horse suddenly, and with a bang, the horse's flesh and blood exploded instantly, and its spine exploded.

Feng Ji's figure was like lightning, and he had already rushed in front of the Mongolian soldier who snatched the baby.

The Mongolian soldier was on the horse, and he also reacted at this time. He hurriedly waved the scimitar in his hand, shouted in a strange Mongolian language, and slashed at Feng Ji fiercely.

As soon as Feng Ji stretched out his hand, there was a bang, and the scimitar fell into Feng Ji's hand instantly.

The stellar energy body shield rose in response, and the violent counter-shock force instantly caused the Mongolian soldier's mouth to be in severe pain!
He let out a strange cry and let go quickly.

The scimitar was directly grabbed by Feng Ji.

With a ferocious face, Feng Ji stabbed the knife into his thigh and pierced the horse's belly with a puff.

The horse suffered from pain, howled and neighed, and ran wildly.

Feng Ji grabbed the Mongolian soldier's arm so that the Mongolian soldier could not escape with the horse.

But the horses were frightened and galloped uncontrollably.

During the pull and pull, the Mongolian soldier's leg was torn apart alive by the blade.

The severe pain made the Mongolian soldier scream.

Feng Ji grabbed his head, and with a creak, the iron finger kung fu instantly crushed the Mongolian soldier's helmet!
Feng Ji pressed his head firmly, and slammed him down in front of the baby's body on the ground.

A hoarse and low voice came out of his mouth: "Look at him!"

This Mongolian soldier screamed and wailed, but he was full of viciousness. He still refused to give in and was still struggling desperately!
Feng Ji's eyes burst into flames, and his anger exploded.

He clenched his fists with five fingers, and the next moment, his arms were like phantoms!

bang bang bang...

Continuous punches hit the Mongolian soldier's limbs.

Under the terrifying explosive power of Iron Fist Kung Fu, even though the Mongolian soldier's limbs were covered with protective equipment such as armor and wristbands, Feng Ji was still alive and blasted into a fleshy pulp at this time!

For a while, only the torso and head of the Mongolian soldier remained!

The severe pain had already made him unconscious.

At this time, the other Mongolian soldiers also reacted, roaring angrily, raised their spears and swords, and slashed at Feng Ji!
But he saw five spears piercing Feng Ji's chest and back at the same time.

However, Feng Ji raised his head suddenly, and the protective energy all over his body burst out!

There was a loud bang, and the terrifying internal force rebounded.

In an instant, all spearheads exploded.

Feng Ji's face was ferocious, looking at the group of beasts, his voice was like a demon.

"You... all be damned!"

He grabbed a Mongolian Tatar's horse leg, the muscles in his arm suddenly swelled, and his blood rushed up.

Unleashing his Iron Arm Kungfu, in an instant, the horse weighing hundreds of catties was suddenly grabbed by him with one hand.

Using his body as an axis and his horse as a soldier, he spun and swept.

bang bang bang...

Immediately, the surrounding Mongols turned their backs on their backs and fell off their horses one after another.

The horse in Feng Ji's hand howled, because the power of his swing was too terrifying.

There was only a click, and the leg held by Feng Ji was crushed and broken.

The flesh and blood were torn apart, and the horse flew out like a hammer!
boom!
It hit a Mongolian soldier who just got up.

Immediately, the whole body of the Mongolian soldier was broken, and his whole body flew upside down together with the horse.

A Mongolian soldier tried to get up from the ground.

The next moment, Feng Ji burst his leg and volleyed over.

With the explosion of iron leg skills, this kick landed on this person's head like kicking a ball.

There was only a loud bang.

The Mongolian soldier's head, like a watermelon, exploded instantly as if it fell from a [-]-story building.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere!
Such a horrible and cruel scene, even the Mongolian Tartars, who are known for their brutality, were terrified at this time.

A Mongolian soldier hurriedly got up from the ground, turned around and was about to run!
Feng Ji rushed from behind him, and with a bang, he punched through the Mongolian soldier's chest alive!

A beating heart was held in Feng Ji's hands.

"Forehead……"

The Mongolian soldier couldn't believe it. He looked down at his shattered armor. The next moment, his eyes went dark, and he completely lost consciousness.

Before dying, he saw Feng Ji withdrew his palm, the other hand clenched like a tiger's claw, crushing the mouth of his companion Bazelu.

This demon put his own heart into Bazel's mouth!

In less than ten breaths, these seven or eight Mongolian soldiers died tragically in Feng Ji's hands.

The scene was a mess, and the horses of these people died tragically on the spot.

The ground was full of minced meat and blood clots, residues and broken bones, and it was even difficult to tell how many corpses there were.

It can barely be distinguished from the number of broken helmets.

Feng Ji lowered his head and ignored the Mongolian soldiers, but looked at the little swaddle that was pierced by the spear.

The baby inside is estimated to be only three or four months old.

Feng Ji's lips moved slightly, as if a fire was about to burn in his chest.

The old and weak women and children who survived all around were also frightened and dumbfounded at this time, kneeling on the ground and looking at Feng Ji.

As if looking at the terrifying ghosts and gods coming from hell, shivering.

Niu Bold not far away was also completely shocked.

He rode his horse and galloped over, the whole process took less than ten breaths.

These Mongolian soldiers were killed by Feng Ji in the most terrifying way.

The ferocious scene made Niu Bold feel terrified.

This... is this Brother Feng?
For a moment, he didn't dare to recognize the man covered in blood in front of him.

Feng Ji's face was gloomy, but the killing intent was still there.

The chilling atmosphere made Niu Bold not dare to step forward.

After a while, Feng Ji suppressed his anger, looked at these old and weak women and children, calmed down his murderous aura, and said slowly, "Where... are your family members?"

An old woman burst into tears: "Woooooooooo..."

At this time, Niu Bold dismounted quickly and came over, shouting: "Brother Feng, are you alright?"

Feng Ji waved his hands, he didn't want to speak, but said: "Go and comfort them."

Niu boldly saw that he was not in a good mood, nodded immediately, turned around and said to everyone: "Mother, don't be afraid, we are the rebels from the eastern Zhejiang uprising, and we only kill these Mongolian Tartars. You are saved, don't worry, we are not Bad guy."

He turned his head and said to the aunt again: "Old man, it's all right, let's go home."

Only then did everyone realize that they and others were saved!

Suddenly, a girl with red eyes rushed to the Mongolian soldier whose limbs were broken by Feng Ji, leaving only a stick.

Like going crazy, she picked up the scimitar and slashed at the corpse one after another desperately.

"Wow, I'll kill you, I'll kill you... Wow..."

She looked at it a few times, her tears couldn't stop flowing, and because it was too bloody, she turned around and vomited.

Niu boldly helped the girl up quickly, and said: "It's okay, it's okay, girl, don't cry, go back quickly, go home."

The girl's eyes were red, tears streaming down her face: "Home? Where is home? My father was beaten to death by the Mongolian Tartars, and my younger brother was beheaded by them. I hid in the cellar and was hungry for three days before I dared to come out."

"We want to escape, but they are guarding outside the Guandi Temple. I have no home, I have no home, woo woo..."

Niu Bold was at a loss for a while, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

He had seen too many such miserable situations.

The Mongols came to the south of the Yangtze River, burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil.

When they moved, they slaughtered the city and killed people like hemp.

In their eyes, there are too many Han people, like mice, born in nest after nest.

It will only occupy fertile land, which should be used to raise sheep and herd instead of being occupied by these useless Han people.

After a while, Niu Bold finally comforted these people and let them leave.

Sighing, he came to Feng Ji's side and said, "Let's go."

Feng Ji nodded slightly, and then neither of them spoke.

After a while, the two entered the village and found Liu Zhuang's home.

But Liu's house was empty, but all the things in the house were still there.

Feng Ji frowned slightly, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

"What about people?"

Niu Bold also turned pale, and shouted at the door: "From Liu Zhuang's family? From Liu Zhuang's family?!"

No one answered in the house, but at this moment, in a thatched hut nearby, a skinny old man shouted through the window, "Are you Han Chinese?"

Feng Ji and Niu Bold looked quickly, and Niu Bold hurriedly said: "Yes, we are Han Chinese, old man, is this Liu Zhuang's family? Where are his family members?"

The old man sighed: "You are late. A group of Mongols came a few days ago and arrested people when they came in. They killed the children and arrested the women."

"This woman from Liu Zhuang's family, because her son was killed, went mad and confronted the Mongol Tartars, and was stabbed in the chest on the spot."

"what!"

Niu boldly widened his eyes, his eyes were red, his fists were tightly clenched, and his breathing became heavy.

"Where are the Mongols? Are they still in the village?"

The old man shook his head: "I left a long time ago, leaving only a few soldiers at the Guandi Temple."

"Didn't you see it when you came?"

Niu boldly roared angrily, turned around and punched the wooden stake.

Suddenly the thatched door frame trembled violently.

Niu boldly covered his face and cried bitterly: "Liu Zhuang...I'm sorry...Old Niu is sorry for you..."

Feng Ji also took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.

It seemed as if he wanted to spit out the depression in his heart.

But it was useless, he just felt more and more aggrieved and bored.

"Mongolian Tartars..."

A deep killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Without experiencing this era personally, it is impossible to feel the despair and misery of the people in this era.

Compared with the late Qing Dynasty, the people in the late Yuan Dynasty seemed to be more miserable.

At least during the late Qing Dynasty, apart from the Japanese devils, other powers that invaded China rarely massacred the city.

But at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, it was commonplace for the Mongols to massacre cities.

It is even more common to torture and kill Han people at will.

They don't treat the Han people as human beings at all.

This trip to issue pensions for Liu Zhuang was a complete failure.

On the way back, both Feng Ji and Niu Bold were in heavy hearts, and they didn't say a few words.

When approaching Ziwei Hall, Niu Boldly asked suddenly: "Brother Feng, Master Xiang and Elder Liu have decided to elect you to preside over our Ziwei Hall?"

Feng Ji glanced at him and nodded slightly.

Niu Bold stared red, and said: "Then can you ask for the pension as soon as possible? I... I am worried that some brothers and family members will be like Liu Zhuang's family if they don't have time to get the money."

Feng Ji and Niu boldly looked at each other, seeing the pain in his eyes.

Immediately, he nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, Tianweitang must give an explanation on the matter of the pension!"

Niu boldly grinned suddenly: "I know, you can definitely do it."

While talking, the two got off their horses and entered the yard.

At this time, a disciple of Ziwei Hall saw the two of them, hurried over and said in a low voice: "Old Niu, Feng Ji, the new rudder master is here."

"what?"

Niu Bold's expression changed immediately, and he said angrily, "Where is the new helmsman?"

The disciple sighed: "The ones sent from above are said to be appointed by the leader himself, and there are also the leader's command flag and handwriting."

"But... do you know who it is?"

Niu boldly asked immediately: "Who is it?"

"Tianweitang, Yu Datong!"

As soon as these words came out, Niu Bold and Feng Ji both turned their heads and looked over.

Niu Bold was furious and said angrily, "Why!"

"Isn't he Yu Datong the leader of Tianweitang? Why do we come to our Ziweitang to be the leader? Is there no one in our Ziweitang? Want him to be the leader?"

"The leader's order, what can we do?"

"Where are the Xiangzhu and the elders?" Feng Ji asked.

"Inside, alas, the brothers can't stand this useless air, they are all sulking." The disciple sighed.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a burly man coming out of the hall.

He has a hulking back and a mace in his hand. His eyes are shining brightly, and he looks like a master at first glance.

He came to the courtyard, glanced around, suddenly pointed at Feng Ji, and shouted: "You, come here!"

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows and looked at this person, not knowing what he was going to do.

Niu Bold immediately stood up to his brother, rushed ahead of Feng Ji, and shouted: "Who the hell are you? Yelling in our Ziwei Hall?"

The burly man grinned at the corner of his mouth suddenly, then stared at him suddenly, his whole body suddenly burst into aura, and he shouted sharply: "I am Tianweitang Wei Nanhu, now you are the second incense master!"

After saying that, he suddenly moved, his speed was as fast as thunder, and with a dodge, he was already in front of Niu Bold.

But seeing him slapping him suddenly with one hand, he shouted: "Speaking disrespectfully, kneel down!"

The violent palm wind hit, Niu Bold's pupils shrank, and he felt his breathing stagnate.

He wanted to dodge, but the opponent's palm seemed to cover all his escape routes, as if no matter where he hid, he would be hit by the opponent's slap!

Niu Bold was frightened and angry, and saw that the slap was about to fall on him.

Suddenly, a palm appeared in front of his eyes!
Wei Nanhu's palm collided with this palm.

Suddenly, there was a click, and Wei Nanhu's face contorted in pain.

His palm was broken in an instant!
But Feng Ji grabbed his palm expressionlessly and looked down at him.

"What kind of thing are you? Shooting and hurting people in my Ziwei Hall?"

Wei Nanhu wanted to withdraw his palm in pain, but he couldn't.

I felt that Feng Ji's fingers seemed to be welded to his hand, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't move.

He glared at Feng Ji, with a stern look on his distorted face: "You're looking for death!"

He swung his other hand abruptly, and the mace in his hand slammed violently.

boom--!
There was a violent sound of piercing through the air, and this stick was so powerful that it seemed to smash Feng Ji's head!
"Feng Ji!"

"Brother Feng!"

Niu Bold and the disciples of Ziwei Hall suddenly exclaimed.

The two had no time to stop them, so they could only exclaim.

But the next moment, the two of them stared wide-eyed at the same time, showing disbelief.

But the moment the mace fell, Feng Ji's remaining hand suddenly grabbed the air!
Bang!
The mace fell into his hand in an instant!

But the expected bloody scene did not appear.

But he saw the muscles in Feng Ji's palms swelled up, and the wind was circulating outside his body.

Feng Ji sneered and pushed up the mace little by little.

No matter how Wei Nanhu on the opposite side urged his internal force to press down, it would not help!

Wei Nanhu was horrified and looked at Feng Ji in disbelief.

You know, his copper hammer, under the blessing of internal force, can break gold and crack rocks, just like taking it easy!

Not to mention a mortal body, even a stone statue can't withstand his hammer!
But the kid who appeared out of nowhere in front of him not only followed, but he was also unscathed!

How can this be?

"impossible……"

Feng Ji didn't have any expression on his face, and said lightly: "Looking for death? Are you talking about me?"

"I...I..." Wei Nanhu opened his mouth to say something.

Suddenly, Feng Ji squeezed his left hand hard!
With a crunch, Wei Nanhu's already broken palm burst out with flesh and blood!
Such a terrifying finger force is naturally a horizontal iron finger skill!
Under Feng Ji's astonishing 50 points of strength, the opponent's mortal palm was squeezed into a fleshy pulp by him!

"what--"

Wei Nanhu wailed in pain and pulled his hands suddenly.

Just with this pumping, a more tragic scene appeared.

But there was a cracking sound from the bones of his hand, and it was directly broken from the wrist part, and even the flesh was torn off alive!

"what--"

Wei Nanhu suddenly roared in pain, and staggered back.

Feng Ji held the severed palm, flicked it casually, and the meat paste hit the ground.

His eyes were cold, without much expression on his face. With a flip of his wrist, he flipped the mace into his hand, dragging the barbed head on the ground.

As he walked slowly, the mace made a toothsome crackling sound on the ground, which was creepy!

"The teaching rules stipulate that the disciples in the teaching must love each other and treat each other as brothers. Today you dare to kill the brothers in the teaching and fight against each other."

"Niu Bold, according to the canon, how should we deal with this situation?"

Niu boldly excited, clenched his fists and shouted loudly: "Damn it!"

Wei Nanhu's face changed drastically in an instant, and he quickly backed away, looked at Feng Ji, and shouted: "I am Zhuang Duozhu, who personally ordered Ziwei Tang Xiangzhu! You are the one who violated the rules!"

Feng Ji ignored him, just nodded slightly, and said, "Damn it? Good!"

His eyes suddenly shot fiercely, and his right hand suddenly raised the mace high.

The arm muscles swelled up high, and with a mighty force, it slammed down violently!
Wei Nanhu yelled in horror, "Master, save me!"

boom--!
The air blasted by the mace exploded, releasing a terrifying sonic boom!
Inside the Ziwei Hall, a figure rushed out and hurriedly shouted: "Stop!"

Before the person arrived, a chain was suddenly thrown out.

There was a whining sound of breaking through the air.

With a crash, the iron chain was wrapped around the mace in Feng Ji's hand.

The next moment, someone came and pulled the chain violently, trying to take away the mace!

A fierce light flashed in Feng Ji's eyes, and he squeezed his palm suddenly, firmly grasping the handle of the mace.

Immediately, the qi and blood in the body roared, and 50 points of huge power burst out!
The mace directly carried the chain, and smashed down violently like a pillar of Optimus collapsing!

Bang!
There was a loud muffled sound, but the flesh and blood on Wei Nanhu's chest exploded, the blood spattered, and the pieces of flesh shot out!
He didn't even let out any screams, but he was crushed alive by this mace, and died tragically on the spot!
The person on the other end of the chain was also staggered and fell down by Feng Ji's huge force.

With this pounce, he landed right in front of Wei Nanhu's corpse!
In the Ziwei Hall, Wang Xianliang and Elder Liu, who were driven out, were stunned and looked at this scene with horror on their faces.

Niu Bold also opened his mouth wide, breathing quickly, excitement, fear, excitement, awe, all kinds of emotions filled his brain.

So much so that his mind went blank, he could only clenched his fists and watched this scene that he would never forget.

Hu Datong, who fell to the ground, watched helplessly as his capable men died tragically in front of him.

He couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe his eyes!
Wei Nanhu, who has been with him for more than ten years, is his most trusted subordinate!

Unexpectedly... actually died here!

He raised his head suddenly, looked at Feng Ji as if he was going to eat someone, and roared with anger, "I told you to stop, are you deaf!"

(End of this chapter)