The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 33 Fortunately, it's just that the clothes are torn (Please collect!)
"Third Huang!"

"Fuck, there is a big stubble, let's go together!"

"Hack him!"

As the bandit fell to the ground and died, the rest of the bandits around were instantly furious, immediately gave up on the others, and rushed towards Feng Ji one after another.

Behind Feng Ji, Zhang Shurong's face turned pale with fright: "Lang...Lang Jun..."

Feng Ji looked calm and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Uncle Gui and Uncle He in the back were also so frightened that their legs became weak, and they only had time to shout.

"Don't, don't do it, heroes, don't hurt my young master."

"Heroes, this is the young master of the Feng family, please be merciful!"

It's a pity that these gangsters don't care what young masters are. At this time, they are already red-eyed and rushed towards Feng Ji one after another.

There are four people in total, all holding sharp blades and single swords.

Feng Ji took a deep breath. Although he had practiced martial arts for a while, it was the first time he had fought against others.

I saw him striding forward, the movements of his feet were nimble and quick, and his movements unfolded in an instant.

The Big Dipper of Plum Blossom Fist strode forward and passed between the two bandits in an instant.

The right hand is in the form of a tiger's claw, violently grabbing out horizontally.

call--!
There was a terrifying sound of piercing through the air, tearing the air with all its strength, forming a rapid howl.

"Single tiger out of the cave!"

puff!

Five fingers passed through a bandit's neck, pulled and pulled, blood splashed in an instant, and the trachea and throat were directly torn and pulled out!
With blood on his hands, Feng Ji couldn't help but look a little fierce, and his aura was even more terrifying.

The bandit behind him slashed at him with a single blow. Feng Ji became short and bent over to avoid it.

Without looking back, he raised his left arm backhand!
It is the third form of Tiger Claw Kung Fu, the vicious tiger wagging its tail!
The five fingers, like five sharp thorns, tore open the gangster's clothes with a puff.

Feng Ji's energy and blood were surging, and his fingertips were strong and sharp.

The moment he tore the skirt, five fingers had already penetrated into the opponent's abdomen.

He pulled it violently, blood spurted out immediately, and a bloody intestine was pulled out.

"what--"

The bandit wailed in severe pain and slashed at Feng Ji's arm desperately.

Bang!
The knife hit Feng Ji's arm, and Feng Ji couldn't dodge for a while, making a muffled sound.

However, the golden bell cover played the role of protecting the body, and the Xifu on the arm was chopped and torn.

But his muscular arm was not damaged at all!

The pupils of the bandit on the opposite side shrank, his face full of disbelief.

"how come……"

Feng Ji turned around suddenly, swung his arms, and with a bang, he swept past.

Click!

The bandit's head was directly swept by the fist, his neck made a crisp sound, his head turned around, and his whole body was smashed and flew several meters away!

Feng Ji withdrew his arm with lingering fear, and quickly looked at the cut place.

"Fortunately, it's just that the Xifu was hacked. Fortunately, I practiced the Golden Bell Shield."

Feng Ji couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his golden bell cover is perfect, otherwise if he has no combat experience, he is really easy to be accidentally injured.

The so-called killing the master with random punches is the same as the current situation.

Although Feng Ji has practiced four martial arts, he has zero actual combat experience.

In fact, the knife just now, if he had rich experience, he could have avoided it.

Only inexperience will be counterattacked by the opponent's dying.

And Feng Ji found that he seemed to overestimate these bandits too much.

Every time they make a shot, they try their best to the point that the strength is too great, and the flesh of these people seems to be paper.

Under his enormous strength, either his stomach would be ripped apart, or his body would be smashed to pieces.

So that the scene is extremely bloody.

This battle is a long story, but in reality, it only takes a few breaths.

The two bandits were killed in the bloodiest way, and everyone was stunned.

Zhang Shurong watched this scene in horror, covering her mouth for fear of screaming.

Uncle He and Uncle Gui even looked like they had seen a ghost.

It was like meeting Feng Ji for the first time.

"Small... young master?"

Uncle Gui murmured a tentative question.

Feng Ji came back to his senses, and said calmly: "Everyone follow me, go back to Feng's house immediately."

Immediately he turned around, wiped his hands, grabbed Zhang Shurong's arm and left.

Zhang Shurong's mind was agitated, and he dragged her all the way to the back door.

"Help, help!"

Suddenly, in the woods not far away, a familiar cry for help sounded.

Feng Ji ignored it, but Zhang Shurong suddenly stopped and said in a trembling voice, "Lang Jun, it's my sister!"

Feng Ji frowned, paused slightly, and turned to look at the garden not far away.

But I saw a bandit pressing a woman into a flower bush with a lewd smile on his face.

He even held a piece of torn clothes in his hand.

In the flowers, Zhang Shuyi struggled desperately, her fair and pink skin was exposed to the air.

Her outer shirt had been torn, and she was wearing a red bellyband inside.

In the belly pocket, there are two round white-faced steamed buns. Although they are not as tall as Zhang Shurong's, they are still quite large.

After all, she is a compatriot from the same mother. Although she is not as tall as her sister, some genes are still inherited very comprehensively.

Zhang Shuyi struggled desperately, crying and shouting: "No, get out, get out, help me! Someone help me!"

She struggled desperately, punched and kicked.

However, with her petite stature, how can she be an opponent of a gangster?
Riding on her body by a bandit, the bandit held her arm with one hand, and was about to tear her skirt with the other hand.

Zhang Shuyi was so frightened that tears filled her eyes, she wailed and cried, begged for mercy and abused her, but to no avail.

Seeing this scene, Feng Ji couldn't help frowning slightly.

He looked down on Zhang Shuyi, and even despised this woman a little.

But seeing this scene at this time, he couldn't help but stop.

He knew that Zhang Shuyi would definitely die if he left today, and he would suffer great humiliation and die.

While hesitating, suddenly Zhang Shurong next to her knelt down at Feng Ji's feet with a plop.

She raised her face, with tears in her eyes, and begged, "Lang Jun, please save my sister, please."

Feng Ji frowned involuntarily: "Aren't you worried about me?"

Zhang Shurong shook her head desperately, and cried: "Shurong is the wife of the lord, so I should take the lord as the most important thing, but I know that you have kung fu, I can't watch my sister die in humiliation, lord, you For the sake of today's big wedding, save my sister, woo woo..."

Uncle He and Uncle Gui have already arrived, and they each picked up a single sword. Although they looked anxious, they didn't dare to intervene.

Over there, Zhang Shuyi's cry became more and more miserable and anxious, and the gangster's lewd laughter became more and more rampant.

Feng Ji didn't say any more, grabbed a single knife, and three steps turned into two steps, and he rushed into the flower bed.

The gangster suddenly noticed someone behind him, and immediately turned his head and shouted: "Looking for death?!"

He grabbed the single knife beside him and was about to get up.

Zhang Shuyi on the ground was already in despair, but now she felt that someone was coming to save her, and she was suddenly ecstatic.

No matter who came, he immediately called for help: "Help, hero, help me, I am Miss Zhang Jia Er, if you save me, my father can give you anything."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly heard a puff, and immediately a burst of blood splattered.

The bandit who looked like a madman just now was cut in two by a steel knife!
Blood splashed from the neck and poured directly on the terrified Zhang Shuyi's face.

Zhang Shuyi trembled all over, her lower body went limp and twitched, and a foul smell came out.

"what--"

Amidst the terrified screams, she was so frightened that she lost control of herself!
Feng Ji looked at this scene speechlessly, and just shouted: "What the fuck, why didn't I see you being so cowardly when you were having trouble?"

Zhang Shuyi stopped crying abruptly, and looked at Feng Ji in disbelief.

"It's you?!"

Feng Ji didn't bother to pay attention to her, he just flicked the knife single-handedly, and stuck it in the soil with a puff.

"Take the knife and keep up. If you can't keep up, wipe your neck yourself."

No nonsense, not even the slightest interest in her exposed half of her breasts.

He turned around and left, came to Zhang Shurong's side, and said, "Let's go!"

Zhang Shurong couldn't help turning her head, and shouted: "Second sister, hurry up!"

Zhang Shuyi came to her senses immediately, regardless of her weak legs, quickly wrapped up her clothes, and ran towards Feng Ji and the others in embarrassment, even forgetting to bring the knife Feng Ji left for her.

"Wait for me, sister, wait for me!"

(End of this chapter)