"You scum are worthy of it!"

Wang Feng was furious. His eyes glanced at a corner of the temple, if he didn't make a move, I was afraid that those Song women would be ruined.

"Don't you beasts know that the law of the country is strict, don't you know that the law of the country is strict, you dare to let your horses run wild on the territory of my Great Song Dynasty, wound the soldiers, and kidnap and spoil the women?"

After saying these words, Wang Feng was surprised to find that he had completely calmed down.

The Han people were stunned for a moment, and said a few words to the puzzled Jurchen soldiers next to them in Jurchen words. After hearing this, the Jurchen knights laughed, seemingly disdainful of Wang Feng.

Looking at the Han people who were smiling together with the Jurchen fanzi, Wang Feng couldn't help but touch the short knife on his waist, and his face turned pale.

"You are a dignified Han person, but you are brazen, recognize the thief as your father, run up and down for the fanzi, be willing to be an eagle dog, and slaughter your comrades. A ruthless, unrighteous, fatherless and motherless beast like you, what face does you have to survive and stand in the world? If your ancestors had known about it, they would have jumped out of their graves and scolded you shameless! ”

Wang Feng was righteous in his words, his face was not afraid, Zhai Er's chest was full of pride, and his waist couldn't help but straighten up. Even the fat Song Bing who was tied up was wide-eyed at this time.

The Han people were stunned for a moment, and then their faces were red and their ears were red, and their eyes became hideous. He stared at Wang Feng viciously, his eyes as if they were about to set fire.

Wang Feng completely calmed down at this time, and said loudly: "Beast, why don't you dare to turn what I said to these people next to you, to see if they agree with my judgment!"

The Han people glared at Wang Feng viciously, turned his head, and said to the Jurchen knight beside him.

After the Han people finished speaking, several Jurchen fans in the temple looked at each other. The Jurchen fanzi, who was the leader, pointed at Wang Feng and the others, and said something.

The scholar said on the side: "The head of the hundred households of Sahu said, I will dig out your heart and liver for a while, and then peel your skin, don't cry out in pain when the time comes."

Wang Feng turned his head and whispered in Zhai Er's ear: "Second Brother Zhai, I'll do it later, you save those women, do everything when you see the opportunity, don't do it brutely!"

Two red clouds appeared on Zhai Er's face, and he nodded heavily, clenching his fists tightly.

"You two birdmen, what are you muttering, do you want to ask for mercy?"

The Han general shouted: "If you want to escape the dog's life, quickly kneel down and kowtow to my grandfather a few more times, so as not to be skinned when I get it!"

"You deserve it!"

Wang Feng got up suddenly, kicked away the burning wood on the fire in front of him, the flames splashed everywhere, and the burning wood sparks went straight to the Jurchen knight. The Jurchen knights were caught off guard and hurriedly dodged away. Several knights, burned by the fire, began to scream angrily.

Zhai Er quickly stepped back, hid in the idol, and then went to get the steel knife hidden behind the idol.

Wang Feng took out the short knife on his waist and rubbed his body. He kicked a wooden stick away, kicking up a cloud of dust and rolling into the crowd of Jurchen knights. In the stunned state of the Jurchen knights, he stepped forward and plunged a knife into the neck of a knight in front of him who was scrambling to clean the slag on his body.

Wang Feng pulled out the short knife, blood sprayed wildly, Wang Feng kicked out, and the knight's body flew towards the people behind. The knights hurriedly dodged, Wang Feng rolled around, swung his knife left and right, and slashed at the calves of the two strong Jurchen knights, who each screamed and fell.

The temple was gloomy, and Wang Feng had seen the terrain clearly, and he was able to succeed with one blow. In just a short moment, three people on the Jurchen knight's side fell.

Wang Feng perked up, rolled again, and kicked a leg on the leg bone of a Jurchen knight, who was swept to the ground and fell to the ground, snorting again and again. Wang Feng saw the Jurchen knights roaring towards him, and dodged into the herd of horses in the temple.

Wang Feng galloped through the crowd of Jurchen knights and the pile of war horses, and he was quite apprehensive at first, but after cutting and overturning these Jurchen knights, he found that he was infinitely powerful, very agile, and full of strength.

Wang Feng used the ground trip style of play, specializing in the lower three lanes of the Jurchen knights. The Jurchen knights were caught off guard, and by the time they reacted, four or five people had already fallen screaming, raising smoke and dust from the ground.

The smoke and dust mixed with the faint light of the fire made the light in the entire temple even more blurred.

On the corner of the wall, several Jurchen knights had already stripped the Song women half-naked, and they were already completely clothed and armored. Who knows that before entering the main topic, there has been an accident in the temple.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several Jurchen knights got up from the Jurchen women one after another, and they didn't care about putting on their armor finely, so they went to get the blades on the ground.

Wang Feng had already seen the direction, he burst out from under the horse's belly like lightning, and a knife slashed up from the crotch of a Jurchen cavalryman who had not yet put on his armor. The blood burst out, and the knight screamed miserably, but before he could indulge his desires, he had already been deeply stabbed between his legs, and fell down screaming, rolling on the ground.

Wang Feng rolled past him, and when he stood up, blood flashed, and the short knife had slashed past the waist of another knight beside him who had not yet worn armor.

The Jurchen knights on the periphery were in a hurry, lighting torches one after another, the lights in the temple flickered on and off, and the other knights were holding long knives and staring at each other.

At this time, they found out that Wang Feng had already controlled the Han man at some point, and the bright short knife had also been placed on the man's neck.

The Song woman who escaped the catastrophe in the temple hurriedly took the opportunity to get dressed, stopped crying, and hid in an obscure corner.

Zhai Er took out the hidden steel knife from behind the statue, and instead of running towards several women who had been captured by the Jurchen knights, he stood beside Wang Feng and protected him.

The rabbit rose and fell, and the situation in the temple happened too quickly, and by the time Zhai Er came over with a knife, four or five Jurchen knights had fallen in the temple, either dead or injured.

The Han people's faces were like earth, and Wang Feng's short knife rested on his neck, and the sharp blade made the hairs on his neck stand up.

"You, stand up straight, don't tremble!"

The short knife in Wang Feng's hand lightly slapped the face of the Han people a few times, and then sneered and said to the Jurchen knight in front: "Don't hesitate any longer, let's all go together!" Aren't you Jurchen knights all warriors, why don't you dare to save your comrades?"

"The strong man's subordinates are merciful, spare the lives of the dogs below."

The Han people trembled and said in a trembling voice: "It's just a small thing in the next place, and I have never done anything bad." There are old and young people below, and I ask the strong men to show mercy, spare them, and be grateful for them!"

Before the Han people finished speaking, a Jurchen knight on the opposite side was already impatient, and the flail in his hand smashed over like a whirlwind.

Sure enough, it's a murderous person with no humanity!

"Second brother, protect yourself!"

Wang Feng shook the spring thunder, shouted, pushed the body of the Han people out, and then picked up a wooden board with his left hand, repeated the trick, shoveled up a thick layer of soil ash on the ground, and sprinkled it towards the female soldiers and knights opposite.

The dust was flying, and the Jurchen knights on the opposite side covered their faces with their arms, and many people couldn't dodge, their faces were covered with dust, and they coughed violently.

Wang Feng rolled over, picked up a riding spear on the ground, and stabbed it as fast as lightning and stabbed at the Jurchen knight who was hiding his face with his arm on the opposite side, hitting the vital part under his armor.

The body of the Han Tongshi collided with the flail and was knocked out. Three meters away from the spear, Wang Feng stabbed the Jurchen knight in the abdomen with a single spear.

Wang Feng withdrew his spear, and the man's face was hideous, blood spurted wildly from his abdomen, and he fell to the sky. Wang Feng separated a long knife that slashed over, followed by a spear swept out, and the two Jurchen knights fell to the ground heavily.

"Second Brother Zhai, kill the fan on the ground!"

Seeing that the Jurchen knights stepped forward one after another, wanting to snatch back a few injured people who had fallen to the ground, Wang Feng roared and pounced.

Seeing Wang Feng and the other party fighting together, Zhai Er plucked up his courage and swung his knife at the two Jurchen strong men who fell to the ground and groaned. The sharp blade in his hand "brushed" a few times, and it made a "clanging" sound, but it was cut on the armor of the Jurchen knight who fell to the ground.

Zhai Er's face was red, his ears were red, and he was full of anger, taking advantage of the gap between Wang Feng and blocking several Jurchen knights in front, the steel knife in his hand was thrown out like a wind, and went straight to the lower legs of the two Jurchen knights.

The two Jurchen knights were hit hard by Wang Feng in the leg, they were already injured, and their legs were inconvenient, and under the attack of Zhai Er's life, they were soon stabbed several times in their legs. The flesh and blood of the legs of the two were blurred, Zhai Er took the opportunity to step forward, and the flesh and blood flew sideways, which quickly ended the lives of the two people.

"Kill these two Song dogs!"

Seeing that his side had suffered heavy casualties, the Jurchen officers were furious and took the lead in rushing forward.

Although the place in the City God Temple is not big enough, it is enough for the two sides to fight. Wang Feng stood in the temple, a spear was opened, whirring, and the Jurchen knights couldn't take any advantage.

"The Wang family's marksmanship is really worthy of its reputation! Erlang, I'm going to teach my brother a few tricks when I go back!"

Zhai Er stood behind Wang Feng, his long knife was covered with blood, but his face was full of excitement.

I thought that there would be more luck and less luck today, but I didn't expect that Wang Feng not only had strong means, but also judged the situation, and the opponent's soldiers were caught off guard, and half of them were killed and injured.

It seems that today's lightning came at the right time, and it turned a fool into a killing god.

Zhai Er wiped a handful of sweat, stepped forward with vigor, and fought with a Jurchen knight holding a giant axe.

The battle has reached the present, taking advantage of the chaos to kill two Jurchen knights, the fear in Zhai Er's heart has disappeared, and a stream of blood and qi has rushed straight to Tianlinggai, and it is difficult to separate from the Jurchen warriors opposite.

Wang Feng's spears were stacked, the tip of the spear was like a poisonous snake, and the stingers were like poisonous snakes, heading straight to the vital point of the Jurchen knights on the opposite side.

Wang's marksmanship. Unexpectedly, the man he possessed turned out to be an out-and-out famous man.

The Jurchen knights were terrified. Unexpectedly, a small dilapidated city god temple outside Tokyo met such an outlaw and murderous person.

Since the Jurchen army invaded the Song Dynasty in the south, they had never encountered such Song warriors.

The fire in the temple flickered, and the sound of weapons colliding, fighting, and screaming came to mind from time to time. Several frightened Song women hid in the dim corner, staring intently at a life-and-death battle in the temple.

The fat Song Bing was engrossed, as if he had forgotten the pain on his body. Every time a Jurchen knight in the temple screamed and fell, there was a trace of joy on his face that could not be hidden.