The boy and the housekeeper exclaimed in surprise, looking at the debris all over the ground, and their faces instantly turned pale.

Uncle Lin and Fu Qingyun were so frightened that their faces were bloodless, their bodies were cold, and they stood in place.

Brother Gongzi was furious, rushed over and kicked Uncle Lin to the ground, Fu Qingyun was also slapped to the ground by the housekeeper, and five fingerprints suddenly swollen on his face.

The boy and the housekeeper were still angry, and while scolding in dirty language such as "dog's day, cheap horseman", they kicked at the two of them without stopping.

The two of them were silent, silently bearing the punches and kicks. Fu Qingyun hugged his head, and tears of humiliation flowed down uncontrollably.

Hearing Uncle Lin's muffled snort, Fu Qingyun turned his head to look, only to see a large amount of blood oozing out of Uncle Lin's injured right arm, and hurriedly cried: "Don't fight, don't fight!"

I don't know if I don't shout, I don't know if I don't fight, and when I shouted, the fists and feet added to the two of them became heavier, especially the boy brother, who greeted Uncle Lin's injured arm and scolded in his mouth: "Dog, I can't afford to pay for Lao Tzu's vase if I tear you off the skin of a dog, and kill you as a cripple." "One kick after another, and the boots were covered in blood.

Fu Qingyun's heart was like a knife, and he pounced on Uncle Lin, blocked the wound on Uncle Lin's broken arm, and pushed it on the leg of the boy. Unexpectedly, the boy's voice was excessive, and his body was floating, and this push pushed him to the ground.

The boy brother was annoyed and angry, pulled out the dagger from his boots, and was about to stab Fu Qingyun. Uncle Lin shouted, and with all his remaining strength, he turned over and blocked Fu Qingyun.

Hearing a pop, Uncle Lin screamed miserably, and the dagger was inserted into Uncle Lin's vest.

The boy was still angry, pulled out the dagger, and was about to stab Uncle Lin again. Seeing this, Fu Qingyun hurriedly stretched out his right hand from under Uncle Lin, wanting to knock down the dagger in the hand of the young brother.

Unexpectedly, after he practiced the "Great Light Sutra", the strength in his hands was much greater. Fu Qingyun stopped with such force, and the dagger turned its blade upside down and plunged straight into the heart of the boy's brother.

The boy snorted a few times, fell to the ground and kicked his legs still.

The housekeeper saw that his son was injured and fell to the ground, and when he touched his nose, he was suddenly frightened, his face was like earth, and he yelled, which was more heartbroken than his dead father.

The onlookers gathered in a circle, gossiping and talking. Uncle Lin was covered in blood and had passed out. When Fu Qingyun saw that he had killed someone, he also went up and down in his heart, probed Uncle Lin, and snorted, and hurriedly picked up Uncle Lin and rushed out of the crowd.

Just as he was about to escape from this place, suddenly a team of people and horses came violently and surrounded Fu Qingyun and the two of them.

When the housekeeper saw the group of men and horses coming, he shouted: "Commander Zhao, beat those two dog mongrels to death for me!"

Commander Zhao received the order, and with a group of domestic slaves, he pounced, picked up the sticks in his hands, and beat them indiscriminately.

After Fu Qingyun cultivated the "Great Light Sutra", his strength and perception were much stronger. Seeing that the gang of house slaves pounced on him, Fu Qingyun held Uncle Lin to dodge left and right, and resisted with all his might. However, there were many people on the other side, and Uncle Lin, who was holding fainting, was unable to move, and his whole body was covered with sticks, and in less than a moment, Fu Qingyun could no longer support it.

A heavy stick slapped at Uncle Lin, Fu Qingyun couldn't dodge, and hit Uncle Lin in the head with a "snap".

Poor Uncle Lin didn't even snort, his brain had been broken, and his brain was white and red, and Fu Qingyun was bleeding.

Holding Uncle Lin, who had no breath, Fu Qingyun's liver and intestines were broken, and he lost his mind for a while, and was knocked to the ground by several stuffy sticks.

"Stop," a thunderous shout came, and the ground seemed to tremble.

Before the sound fell, a god-like strong man had squeezed through the crowd, a silver spear swept in, the momentum sank, running like thunder, a house slave could not dodge, was swept in the leg by a shot, the leg was broken with a click, and the person rolled to the ground and wailed in pain.

The big man was Liu Xiu, who rushed to hear the news, and behind him, Liu Xiu was holding a flat pole, taking Lin Zhengjun and a group of more than 20 children of the Liu clan into the crowd.

Seeing that Liu Jiu was violent, the Fei family slaves retreated one after another. The crowd around them saw the two sides fighting, and they also retreated one after another.

Liu Xuan rushed to Fu Qingyun's side and picked him up, only to see that his face was pale, blood was gushing out of his mouth, and he was already dying, so he hurriedly took out a pill for treating internal injuries and stuffed it into Fu Qingyun's mouth.

Liu Xiu and Lin Zhengjun rushed to Uncle Lin's side, and when they saw that Uncle Lin's brain was bleeding all over the ground, he had already lost his breath, and they couldn't help crying.

The Fei family slave shrunk into a ball with a stick, his arrogance was ninety percent weaker, and he was obviously very afraid of Liu Xuan. Commander Zhao said sharply: "Liu Xuan, don't think that you are a descendant of Gaozu, we are afraid of you. The hairy phoenix is not as good as a chicken, you are a common man, and you dare to take care of my Fei family's affairs. ”

Liu Xuan gently put down Fu Qingyun and stood up, his face pale: "Fei family, what a big king!" With that, he held a silver spear and forced towards Commander Zhao step by step.

"You dare to ......!" Commander Zhao said in a trembling voice.

Liu Xuan looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, he was not even afraid of being the emperor of the dynasty, he had long wanted to make his mother's opposite, how could he be afraid of a Fei family. Before the laughter fell, Liu Xuan had already rushed forward with an arrow, lifted the silver spear and smashed it on the head of Zhao Tong.

Commander Zhao was shocked in his heart, but he didn't expect Liu Jiu to say that he would fight, and he was not afraid of his Fei family's forces. Seeing Liu Xuan's silver spear coming, the momentum was strong, and there was nowhere to avoid it, and Commander Zhao was busy raising his staff to block in panic.

"Bang!" the cane and gun connected, and Commander Zhao was shocked and snorted, falling backwards and flying out.

Commander Zhao originally thought that he still had some ability, thinking that he could block Liu Xuan, but under a blow, he only felt that the silver spear was like Mount Tai at the top, and under the huge shock of his arms, a strong qi went straight down, and his body was immediately slapped sideways by the silver spear, and the person spurted out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

The house slaves bully others on weekdays, and they have seen such a momentum. Seeing Liu Xuan wielding a silver spear and killing it like a white dragon rolling, he was so frightened that he screamed and fled for his life.

"I slaughtered you dog minions!" Liu Xuan was furious in his heart, and chased after him with a silver gun, killing several people one after another.

"Bold!" The house slaves were fleeing in panic, and a gray figure swept over with a gust of wind in the street lights.

As soon as the words fell, the gray shadow had been killed, and a snow-bright long sword was piercing Liu Xuan's chest.

The gray-clothed man was extremely fast, and the sword body reached his chest in the blink of an eye with cold air. Seeing that the momentum was coming, Liu Jiu hurriedly made a wrong step, sank slightly, and raised his gun to greet him.

"Whew!" guns and swords collided, and sparks sputtered.

The gray-clothed man's sword pressed the silver spear, and a strong internal force penetrated the sword to press down. Liu Xuan's body was shocked, and he pedaled backwards and retreated.

The long sword pressed the silver spear, and the two of them retreated and advanced, leaving a string of Liu Jiu's deep footprints on the mud and stone ground. Liu Xuan took a sharp breath, stood still, bent his arms forward with a brute force, and opened the long sword with a loud roar, looking at the gray-clothed man in the field in horror.

The gray-clothed man floated to the ground, only to see that he was about fifty miles away, with thin cheeks, slanted eyebrows, and eyes shining like poisonous snakes.

Liu Xuan said angrily: "Who is Your Excellency?"