The taekwondo master led by him saw the murderous aura in Yang Zijun's eyes, and while putting on a posture, he cautiously reminded the others: "Be careful, this guy in front of you is not simple." ”

The other taekwondo masters all smiled contemptuously, feeling that this reminder was a bit superfluous: "Our taekwondo is the number one fighting skill in the world, and their kung fu is not our opponent at all. ”

One of the taekwondo masters was eager to make a meritorious service, and without waiting for the others to do it together, he took the lead in sliding and launched an attack on Yang Zijun.

He jumped up in the air and kicked Yang Zijun's ribs with one foot, this kick was powerful and heavy, as a top master of taekwondo, if this kick hit, the ribs would be broken, and the heavy would be killed on the spot.

Although this move is very deadly, there are countless changes in this move, because although this taekwondo master is very disdainful of Yang Zijun's strength, he still leaves a killing move.

After this kick is out, if Yang Zijun can dodge it, this boxing master will immediately perform the second move, take this kick back, turn around and kick a roundhouse kick, kicking Yang Zijun's neck, if this roundhouse kick hits, its lethality is more lethal than the first move.

The taekwondo master, who attacked first, was secretly proud of his plan, thinking that with these two changes, this kid would definitely die.

Other taekwonku masters also rushed up, wanting to take the opportunity to kill Yang Zijun in one move.

Jiang Yehua squatted in the corner trembling, and couldn't stop praying to God in his heart, hoping that these masters could defeat Yang Zijun, then maybe he still had a chance to live.

Facing the siege of the taekwondo master, Yang Zijun stood in the middle calmly, not dodging, not dodging, not dodging, the first to attack the taekwondo master kicked over, he always observed Yang Zijun's movements, so as to see the right time to use the roundhouse kick.

Yang Zijun did not give him this opportunity.

As soon as he reached out, he grabbed the taekwondo master's leg and squeezed it so hard that his ankle bone shattered.

The injured taekwondo master cried and screamed at his father, and at the same time raised his other foot and kicked Yang Zijun's head.

Yang Zijun was not in a hurry, reached out and grabbed the foot again, and crushed the bones of the ankle in the same way.

The huge pain caused the taekwondo master to collapse immediately, falling to the ground from mid-air, and almost fainting.

Yang Zijun used his arms hard, took his ankles, picked up his whole person, and used it as his own weapon.

A strong man who was more than one meter tall and weighed one hundred and fifty or sixty pounds was held by Yang Zijun in his hand, waving it up and down, without any effort at all, as if he was not a person in his hand, but a small flag.

Jiang Yehua was stunned: "My mother, I'm dead this time." ”

At this time, those taekwondo masters were not aware of the danger, and their companions were subdued by Yang Zijun, and they were all in a hurry, and these desperate rushed over and attacked Yang Zijun's fatal parts with the best attack method of taekwondo: kicking.

It's just that Yang Zijun didn't give them a chance at all, as long as they got a little closer to Yang Zijun, these taekwondo masters would be hit by humanoid weapons immediately, and then fly out seven or eight meters away, spitting blood from their mouths, and whimpering for their lives.

More than a dozen masters, it took less than three minutes, and all of them met the king of Hades, and only the taekwondo master led by the last one remained, still holding on and not falling.

The reason why he didn't fall is simple, because he hasn't done it all the time.

Yang Zijun looked at the weapon in his hand, it had been broken into several knots and turned into garbage, he casually threw the remaining garbage into the pool, and then approached the taekwondo master step by step.

The taekwondo master Adam's apple moved, and he looked at Yang Zijun with a look of fear: "You...... What kind of skill is this?"

"Losers don't deserve to ask questions. ”

Yang Zijun had a cold face and walked towards the taekwondo master with a murderous attitude.

The taekwondo master was completely panicked at this time, and he didn't even have the courage to fight, so he turned around and ran.

Yang Zijun caught up with him in two steps, kicked him violently in the back, and with a snap, the taekwondo master flew out more than ten meters away, and fell heavily on the wall, breaking his muscles and bones, and killing him in an instant.

Jiang Yehua's eyes were about to fall out, his mouth was wide open, and he wanted to stuff all ten fingers in his mouth: "Devil!"

He cried like madness, turned around and tried in vain to climb the wall and escape, so that all ten of his grinding fingers were skinless and bloody.

Yang Zijun looked around and made sure that there was no more life, so he slowly walked towards Jiang Yehua.

The footsteps seriously tortured Jiang Yehua.

"Are you ready?" Yang Zijun stopped and said coldly.

Jiang Yehua's whole body froze, and slowly slid down from the wall, piling up on the ground like a puddle of mud.

"I was wrong, I don't want to die, let me die as a dog! I'll let my dad give you ...... whatever you want."

Jiang Yehua wailed and cried, her face full of snot and tears.

He crawled to Yang Zijun's feet and kowtowed hard.

Yang Zijun wiped the blood from his forehead, bent down and reached out to grab Jiang Yehua's hair, intending to pick him up.

Jiang Yehua howled like a pig, and when Yang Zijun was distracted, he suddenly threw out a bag of white powder in his hand, and the powder spread rapidly, making Yang Zijun's eyes almost unable to open.

Jiang Yehua took the opportunity to break free, turned around and ran.

Yang Zijun shook his spirits, caught up in two steps, grabbed his neck with his left hand, held the belt with his right hand, and lifted him above his head with both hands: "Go to hell." ”

Jiang Yehua screamed in despair: "Dad, save my ......"

Yang Zijun's right knee was slowly bent, the center of gravity of his body suddenly sank downward, and the two arms smashed down together, with a click, Jiang Yehua's whole body was paralyzed, and he didn't move again.

After dealing with Jiang Yehua, Yang Zijun still felt that his murderous intent was still missing, and his bloodthirsty nature still seemed to be throbbing, until he took out the ancient yin and yang amber pendant and put it on his chest, that bloodthirsty nature was gradually sealed again.

He simply cleaned up the blood stains on his body, and repaired the wounds on his body with an amber pendant, before leaving this luxurious villa and returning to Fang's house.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Jiang Zhenya in the office suddenly received a phone call: "Hey, what are you looking for me to do so late?"

The tone of the person on the other end of the phone was very panicked, and he told Jiang Zhenya a thunderbolt of news on a sunny day.

"Boss, Young Master Jiang is ...... at his beach house"

Jiang Zhenya panicked for a while, he knew that if the staff suddenly called him in the middle of the night, his son would definitely be more than lucky.

Sure enough, the staff said a piece of news that he couldn't bear: "The young master was killed." ”

Jiang Zhenya felt dizzy for a while, and almost fainted: "Send someone to find out who the murderer is for me, and I want to avenge the young master." ”