The severed beggar fell a few meters away, clutching his wrist and wailing in pain.

A trace of unbearability crossed Chen Jianhur's eyes, and it was quickly replaced by a coldness. Holding the sword upside down in his hand, there was no blood on the blade, and his body, which was still a little trembling, suddenly straightened up.

Shui Ling'er's tears slowly slipped down, her slender legs were trembling, she didn't look back at Chen Jianhur, she was sad for five hundred miles, what was the current pressure, the little girl approached the door step by step.

The expression on the face of the man on her back was extremely angry, but for some reason, he couldn't say a word since he had just issued the warning, his legs were shaking, and his fingers seemed to be clenching fists hard.

The beggars surrounding Chen Jianhur and the three of them stared at the palm that had just fallen to the ground with a small wrist, and looked at each other in horror, but the look of fear on their faces was fleeting, and no one came to help the injured companion.

Chen Jian hurriedly looked at it in his eyes, and secretly felt frightened, the courage of these beggars alone was much stronger than those black-clothed people in the Moon Palace.

"Yes, you can't live, you can use it like a corpse!" Revenge for your brother!" Yang Haiqiang's face was even more fierce, and the steel knife that was ready to be launched turned into a light dragon and slashed towards Chen Jianqiang and the three of them. The iron rods of the beggars around swept one after another, either hitting Chen Jianhur or slamming towards the brother and sister.

More than a dozen people, again stepping back, forming a complete circle. These beggars were so ruthless that the beggars, whose hands had been cut off, stopped the bleeding with strips of cloth and surrounded them again.

Fortunately, it was not in vain, Yang Haiqiang successfully left a knife wound on Chen Jianqian's body.

It was already extremely difficult to face Yang Haiqiang alone, not to mention that under the siege of so many beggars, he had to protect the two people behind.

Yang Haiqiang's strength makes this fight extremely difficult, and the floating body method can be borrowed, if it is restrained by a strong person, the effect may be greatly reduced.

Chen Jian hurriedly supported his body with his sword, gasping for breath, and the blood from the wound on his left shoulder slowly seeped out.

These beggars are not weak! Once again, I thought that maybe I could escape... raised his head and looked at Yang Haiqiang, and glanced at these beggars again, and the desperate and lost face of Bai Jiao, who ran away alone that day, came to mind. Jian Chen hurriedly muttered to himself: "Even if you escape, you can't escape by yourself!"

slashed Chen Jianqiu, Yang Haiqiang also paid the price, and a circle of blood oozed from almost the same part of his left shoulder, and it seemed that the wound was much smaller than Chen Jianjian's. However, he himself knew very well that compared to Chen Jianjian's injury, it was half a catty.

Chen Jianjian's knife wound looked hideous and terrifying, but the wound was not deep, no more than half an inch. And his wound was narrow on the surface, but it was almost half of his shoulder pierced by the tip of the sword. Fortunately, it didn't hurt the vital point.

"Hehe, as long as you get the Muscle Pill, this injury is nothing! He has exhausted his strength, and there is no attack power left, so everyone slowly surrounds him. Yang Haiqiang smiled with a hideous smile, as if this Muscle Pill was already in his bag.

"Why? Force... Me?" the sweat drops on Chen Jianqian's face were as if they had been drenched in a torrential rain, and his face was full of grief and indignation.

Suddenly, the sword in his hand swayed out like a windmill, "Ling'er, keep walking!"

One sword, two swords...... Jingle didn't know how many swords had slashed at those iron rods.

Sword moves, not much, only two styles.

However, Chen Jianhur, who frequently used fixed two-style sword moves, the aura of his whole body was like an explosion, and he frantically pounced on the beggars around him.

An overwhelming round of strong attacks, coupled with Chen Jianhur's floating body method, the sword light flickered, like lightning shrouded the surrounding area of a few meters, frantically pushing the beggar who was approaching Shui Ling'er outward.

First, the glory of genius was shattered, and then the family was attacked, and the life and death of the relatives were unknown, and after several crises, they finally saw blood and killed people.

In such a short period of time, under heavy pressure, Chen Jian was already thankful that he did not collapse, if he wanted to study martial arts without distraction, it was extremely difficult.

Fortunately, after a few months of fading, the study of medical texts diverted some attention, and finally stabilized the heart of this child who had never seen the world.

Although he paid some price and his martial arts stagnated, he was not completely unsuccessful, and Chen's medical classics were extensive and profound, and his study of the human body was extremely meticulous. In the past three months, Chen Jian hurriedly looked through it every day, using the special abilities he had obtained in the dream to learn the medical skills inside.

Unintentionally, Chen Jian hurriedly learned about the inherent strengths and weaknesses of countless human bodies.

"What?" Yang Haiqiang never thought that in the case of such a disadvantaged exhaustion of strength, this kid actually dared to fight back desperately, according to normal logic, shouldn't he save some physical strength to break through? In this way, his ambush outside the door can play some role again!

Taking advantage of Yang Haiqiang's unexpected, distracted and temporarily unable to react, Chen Jian hurriedly swayed the remaining internal force and worked hard to move forward.

In this small space, Chen Jian's hurried sword light seemed to be endless, unstoppable, and had the momentum to sweep the road ahead. Again and again, the blade with the strength of the wind swayed out one red mist after another.

And the girl, as if she hadn't seen it, muttered in her mouth: "Brother Divine Doctor asked me to hit the door, and I did too." "Keep moving towards the wooden gate, getting closer and closer. The limbs of the elder brother on Shui Ling'er's back trembled more and more obviously, and his fingers seemed to have clenched their fists slightly.

Chen Jianhur, who was in a fierce manner, his long hair had completely drifted back with the wind, and after once again bringing up a red mist, he quickly blocked Shui Ling'er's side.

"Look for death!" Yang Haiqiang looked at the three or five injured beggars standing sparsely, and shouted angrily, "In the territory of the Beggars' Sect, it is not your turn to be a yellow-haired boy to go wild!"

Before the words fell, Yang Haiqiang's sword light had already slashed at Shui Ling'er, the seriously injured man, and Chen Jianhur from three directions. The angle is tricky to the extreme, this Yang Haiqiang is really angry now, even if he dies, he will leave these three people behind.

Jian Chen hurriedly spun around quickly, the sword in his hand galloped forward, and the seemingly light but extremely ingenious force blocked the sword light that flew towards the brother and sister. The knife that slashed at himself was hard to bear.

"Hmph!" Although he was injured again, it was obvious that this knife was not serious, and it was a false move! Chen Jianhur's body didn't move, and Shui Ling'er continued to move towards the gate.

"Damn!" Yang Haiqiang never expected that Chen Jianhur would dare to suffer this knife, causing him to be stillborn, and at this time, he had just discovered that it seemed that Chen Jianhur had stopped taking that big gulp. Could it be that the exhaustion just now?

"People, when they despise their opponents, pay a heavy price. Chen Jian hurriedly sneered, although he was also injured a lot, but the other party's loss was much greater than his own. After being with Bai Jiao for a long time, some of the enemy's tricks can naturally be learned.

Yang Haiqiang was very strong, but it was not enough for Chen Jianjian to lose all his strength.

Looking at the beggars who did not die, but broke their hands and feet, today's losses are beyond Yang Haiqiang's bearing, you must know that those are all masters who are not old and at the peak of the second grade.

"You are cheating!" The middle-aged beggar's body trembled with anger, his miserable eyes stared at Chen Jianhur, and he shouted viciously, "Even so, what if you still can't leave!"

The remaining three or five injured beggars were no longer able to form a circle, and they could no longer stop Shui Ling'er's moving body, and the gate was already only a few inches in front of her, but this stubborn little girl actually kept her speed unchanged, and she carried her brother towards the gate, and muttered in her mouth: "I believe in the divine doctor brother, if he lets me go, I will definitely go!"

The gate fell down in response! Chen Jian hurriedly swung his fist violently, and directly knocked the gate outward, Erpin, can you still do it by pushing down a broken wooden gate with all your might.

The petite and delicate Shui Ling'er didn't pay any attention to it, and still walked forward, but this time she shouted: "Brother Divine Doctor, I'm out!"

Naturally, Yang Haiqiang couldn't sit back and watch these three people leave so easily, not to mention, what if the gate fell? Although the trap of this door facing the street was extremely weak, it may not be impossible to keep these three people.

A huge black iron net fell from above the gate, almost falling on Shui Ling'er's brother and sister, but Shui Ling'er continued to walk out as if she hadn't seen it.

Chen Jian hurriedly sighed a little speechlessly, and the internal force poured into the sword, slashing the iron net to pieces.

But Yang Haiqiang was still sneering, only to see the white powder that could almost cover his vision splashed down densely above the iron net, and said with a smug smile: "You are not afraid of poison? Lime is not poisonous! Hahaha, lime plus water...... We're called Hanako, this thing is commonly used, hahahaha!"

However, Yang Haiqiang opened his mouth and looked at the incredible scene in front of him. Shui Ling'er's brother's body flipped over, picked up Shui Ling'er and turned into an afterimage, quickly reflexively crossed the broken iron net, and returned to the temple. A large amount of blood broke out from the corners of his mouth and chest again, and the sudden outbreak just now broke the old wound again.

For some reason, the man still didn't speak, but thanked Chen Jian for respectfully clenching his fists, and then collapsed again and leaned on Shui Ling'er's body.

Chen Jian couldn't be surprised, and protected the two of them and continued to run out, Shui Ling'er's brother resumed some movements, and the speed was much faster.

"Damn! Chase!" Yang Haiqiang, who was extremely shocked, was extremely unwilling, waving his hand left and right, several beggars had already jumped off the top of the temple and frantically blocked the way of Chen Jianhur and the three of them, and the beggars in ambush at the back door of the temple also appeared and chased them out when they saw this.