Until, seeing the next scene, I finally know where the anxiety in my heart comes from...

I saw that little beggar stretched his knees and bends slightly, the strength of his whole body seemed to be dissipated, his hands were soft and weakly hanging on his side and then slowly lifted up. When his nephew punched out, he Turning to the left, closing his feet and clasping his fists, his soft and seemingly weak hands accurately clasped his tiger's mouth.

With strength and luck, he turned to his side and buckled his arm by closing his feet to dissolve the power of his fist. Hearing a click, a scream suddenly sounded.

"Hiss!"

The young man screamed, and the sharp pain in his arm made his face pale with a brush, but that didn’t count. His clasped hand could not be pulled away, let alone retreat. The hand here was twisted off. , The other hand waved out but was also buckled, equally hard to escape.

"Crack!"

"what……"

"brother!"

"Master!"

The guards and the girl exclaimed in shock, and their voices trembled slightly because of their shock. What made them even more shocked was that after twisting their hands, the pair of hands that seemed ineffective this time But it was where he buckled his throat.

"No, don't..." The young man finally showed horror at this moment, and the breath of death enveloped him, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

"Don't, don't kill, him!"

The middle-aged man's complexion also changed drastically, he spoke to stop him, but before he finished speaking, he heard a click, his nephew's neck skewed, his whole life was instantly cut off, and to death, his unwilling and frightened eyes were still wide open. With...

"brother……"

The girl cried bitterly and mournfully, trying to rush forward, but was dragged by the middle-aged man to prevent her from coming forward.

"Young Master..."

The guards were also shocked by this scene. They couldn't believe that the young master, who was the first child of the family, was killed by a beggar. If the Patriarch knew, how angry would this be?

"Kill him and avenge the young master!"

More than a dozen people rushed forward with murderous aura, and the sharp sword in their hands flew out. The sharp sword aura was accompanied by the raging anger. It seemed that only Feng Jiu's blood could pouring the grief and anger in their hearts.

The girl sat on the ground limply, her eyes staring blankly at the elder brother who fell to the ground with no life, she couldn't believe that the person who was still alive the moment before was already dead...

"Second uncle, this is not true, is it? How could my brother be killed by a beggar so powerful? Second uncle, you tell me this is not true, this is not true, right?"

She took the hand of the middle-aged man and asked with tears, unwilling to believe that the cruel scene before her was the truth.

Her elder brother is the proud son of the family, the most outstanding person, how could he be killed by a beggar?

At this time, the middle-aged man did not have time to grieve and anger, because he saw more than a dozen guards besieging the beggar but one by one fell down. Their numbers were diminishing, but there was a wound on the beggar. nor.

"Get up! Let's leave now!" He said decisively, using his uninjured hand to forcibly pull up his niece who was lying on the ground.

"I want to avenge my brother! I want to kill him! I want to kill him!" the girl cried, struggling to break free of his hand and rush forward.

"Bring me up! You can't kill him!"

The middle-aged man yelled loudly: "Go! If you don't leave, it will be too late!" He forced her to leave, only shocked when he met those smiling eyes inadvertently.