The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 42 You Can't Escape! (Please recommend! Please collect, please ask for a monthly pass!)
"Who are you, dare to obstruct my White Lotus Sect's work?"

Yue Migong didn't mention the name of Erlong Mountain at this moment, and directly moved out of the famous White Lotus Sect.

Its purpose is self-evident, and naturally it is to make Feng Ji fearful in the name of the White Lotus Sect.

Feng Ji ignored it and glanced at the backyard of Feng's family.

He walked all the way, but did not see the bodies of core members of the Feng family.

Here in the backyard, although the same corpses were scattered all over the place, I still didn't see any familiar people.

Flames shot into the sky in the distance, and familiar houses were burned down.

His eyes were filled with anger, and he looked up at Yue Migong.

"Where are the people from the Feng family?"

Yue Migong squinted his eyes and sneered, "Hey, who are you?"

Feng Ji grinned, showing his white teeth: "You disturbed my wedding banquet, burned down my house, and you still don't know me?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

"You are Feng Ji!"

Before Yue Migong could speak, Zhou Zhuang on the side suddenly exclaimed, his face full of disbelief.

Feng Ji turned his head and looked at the beast who was eating inside and out.

"Ho ho ho, you are still here, good, very good, but I don't need to look for them one by one."

He strode towards Zhouzhuang, and murmured: "My surname is Zhou, my Feng family treats you well. You taught me boxing, and you cheated me of stone materials and medicinal bath fees. I haven't settled this account with you yet. Unexpectedly... ...ho ho ho ... you really deserve to die."

Zhou Zhuang's expression was indifferent, and he sneered: "You are really a dandy, why, after learning kung fu from me for two days, you really consider yourself a master? Tell your companions to come out."

His attention was not on Feng Ji, but his eyes were always on his surroundings.

Since the companions outside are all dead, it means that Feng Ji must have a helper.

Otherwise, how could such a useless dandy be able to walk in front of them?
Yue Migong stretched out his hand and drew out his sword, and asked suspiciously: "Old Zhou, I heard people say, isn't this kid a son who only knows how to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble? Why doesn't he look like that? Is he really Feng Ji?"

Zhou Zhuang nodded: "It's him, Boss Yue, be careful, this kid is probably not alone."

Yue Migong nodded, pointed at Feng Ji with a single sword in his hand, and said: "Whoever cares about him, kill him first!"

After saying that, Yue Migong jumped up and charged forward instantly.

His scarred face was full of ferocious and bloodthirsty smiles, and a cloud of darkness slammed towards Feng Ji's face!

Feng Ji raised his eyelids and covered his forehead with his left hand.

Bang.

The knife hit Feng Ji's arm.

Yue Migong's sinister smile froze for a moment, his eyes were full of astonishment.

However, Feng Ji's arm on the opposite side was not damaged at all, but his tiger's mouth was numb from the shock force!
call--!
Before he could ask questions in doubt, a violent gust of wind suddenly came from the opposite side.

Feng Ji has already punched him!
Snapped--!
In the void, there was a crisp explosion.

The terrible strong wind, rolled up the rapid wind pressure, tore the air, and the oppressive Yue Migong's face trembled.

"Grass, Ming Jin!"

His pupils constricted in an instant, he cursed in surprise, and retreated hastily, with a single knife in his hand hastily blocking his chest.

clang--!
This punch hit the blade, and in an instant the single blade made of fine iron creaked and bent straight down.

The ductility of a single knife is not high, it just bends and dents a few centimeters, and then it snaps and breaks directly!

Feng Ji's punch didn't show any sign of exhaustion, it hit Yue Migong's chest with a bang.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, Yue Migong only felt severe pain in his chest, as if his body was hit by dozens of people carrying wooden stakes.

He flew upside down uncontrollably, knocked over a water tank on the ground with a crash.

It didn't even stop, and the whole person slid several meters on the ground before barely stopping.

"Cough cough cough...you...you...wow..."

Yue Migong coughed up blood, and when he wanted to say something, he spit out another mouthful of blood, which even mixed with some internal organs.

This scene stunned everyone.

Especially Zhouzhuang, I can't believe it!

He had sparred with Yue Migong, and he clearly knew the level of Yue Migong's kung fu.

Yue Migong has become one of the bandit leaders in Erlong Mountain, so he naturally has good martial arts.

He has five tigers breaking the door knife technique in one hand, and he has already practiced it at a high level, and he is not at all inferior to Duan Ermi's Eight Diagrams knife.

Even Zhouzhuang can only deal with it by relying on the body skills of plum blossom boxing.

But with such Yue Migong, unexpectedly... unexpectedly couldn't even catch Feng Ji's punch?
How the hell is that possible?

Zhou Zhuang looked at Feng Ji in disbelief, and then at Yue Mi Gong on the ground.

The next moment, he roared: "Everyone, let's go together!"

He waved his hand, but none of the bandits around dared to move.

Zhou Zhuang yelled: "He's alone, you're so fucking scared, go ahead, kill him!"

This sentence moved some bandits, some young bandits, who were not afraid of death, really charged towards them screaming.

Someone moved, and others naturally joined in one after another. For a while, five or six bandits came to attack.

Zhou Zhuang looked at Feng Ji, took a deep breath, and his figure flickered.

Actually... escaped!

No one knows better than him how terrifying master Ming Jin is.

The moment Yue Migong and Feng Ji fought just now, others didn't understand, but he could see clearly.

Feng Ji not only has infinite strength, but also has developed a clear strength, and even practiced some kind of horizontal exercises, so he is not afraid of swords!
In this case, not to mention five or six bandits, even dozens of bandits, they all have to die.

He had figured it out, the bandits outside were probably killed by Feng Ji alone.

Even Yue Migong couldn't catch Feng Ji's punch. Is he still waiting here to die?

So, he escaped!

But before he escaped, he wanted the rest of the bandits to cut him off and entangle Feng Ji.

"Run away, this Feng Ji is so terrifying, he must report to the leader immediately!"

"Damn it, did this kid practice kung fu from his mother's womb? How could he be able to practice such kung fu at such a young age?"

"Ming Jin...that's Ming Jin!"

Zhou Zhuang felt aggrieved and angry. He was 36 years old and started practicing martial arts at the age of ten. After 26 years of hard training, he still hadn't touched the threshold of Ming Jin.

How could someone surnamed Feng master Ming Jin at such a young age?

With resentment in his heart, he ran all the way, seeing the back door of Feng's family in front of him.

However, the screams kept ringing out behind him, and he was startled and looked back quickly.

Seeing this, he couldn't help being frightened to death.

I saw five or six bandits who had besieged Feng Ji just now, two of their heads were blown apart, and one of their skulls was lifted by fingers.

The remaining bandits all twisted to varying degrees, lying on the ground howling and screaming.

But Feng Ji broke the neck of the screaming bandit with one foot, and looked up at Zhouzhuang who was fleeing.

Zhou Zhuang's eyes met Feng Ji's.

I felt cold all over, as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, and goose bumps popped up all over my body.

Those were a pair of terrifying blood eyes containing cold killing intent.

Just one glance, Zhouzhuang's scalp tingles.

"Can't fight, can't fight with him, run, run!"

He shouted in his heart, and the speed of his feet accelerated unprecedentedly.

It's just that he is fast, Feng Ji is even faster!
Bang!
The bluestone floor was instantly shattered by Feng Ji's kicks.

His figure, like a cheetah, roared out!

The wind whimpered in his ears, and Feng Ji let out a wild roar when he was far away!
"You can't escape—"

(End of this chapter)