"It's too bullying, I just occupied other people's fields in the morning, kidnapped other people's fiancée and family, and now I don't even let go of the lonely Dachun brothers, is it really easy for us to bully people in Niujia Village?"

"If we don't dare to come forward today, God knows if it will be our turn to break our families tomorrow?"

"Fight with them, kill these dogs. ”

After all, the people in Niujia Village are not all soft eggs, and half of them are surnamed Niu, and Niu Dachun is of the same clan.

At this moment, under the repeated and repeated bullying of the Wu family, their blood was finally aroused.

Soon, dozens of young men gathered, carrying shovels, sickles and hoes one by one, and rushed towards Yang Houde's house angrily.

Who would have thought that as soon as he walked to the gate of Yang Houde's house, he saw a group of slaves of the Wu family with panicked faces and fled in embarrassment.

Although I don't know what's going on, how can I let go of this opportunity to beat the water dogs?

waved the farm tools in their hands one after another, and gave the panicked dogs and legs a head-on blow.

The dogs of the Wu family complained bitterly, and they became more and more hurried in a panic, and they were soon beaten by the villagers with blue noses and swollen faces, and screamed again and again.

"Brother Dachun, run, there are us in the village to help you block it, the Wu family doesn't want to catch you!"

A middle-aged man with a loyal appearance beat the slave of the Wu family with a hoe in his hand, and at the same time told Zhao Yan, who was chasing him out of the hospital.

"Yes, Brother Dachun, you better run. These dog-legged people can still help you block it, if the Wu family attacks in a big way, you won't be able to run. ”

A man with thick eyebrows and big eyes said with sympathy on his face.

"Brother Dachun, we all know that you were wronged, and the soft bones who framed you last time were also beaten by us, and no one in Niujia Village will dare to slander you in the future. ”

Another young man with a dark face said solemnly.

Zhao Yan looked at these enthusiastic crop men, and his eyes were slightly hot.

What a simple and kind clansman, knowing that if they offended the Wu family, there would be no good fruit to eat, but they still chose to rush forward without hesitation and beat the Wu family's dog legs, so as to create an opportunity for themselves to escape smoothly.

Even if it is for them today, there must be no more survivors of the Wu family.

"Brothers, I appreciate your kindness, but I won't run away today, and we don't have to be bullied by the Wu family anymore, because none of them can survive today. ”

Zhao Yan had a confident smile on his face, but there was a cold glow in his eyes, and he suddenly stepped forward and beat a slave of the Wu family with a punch to break his tendons and fractures, flying straight more than two feet away, and died on the spot.

The rest of the slaves were only frightened, and rushed towards the entrance of the village one after another, refusing to take a step back even if they were beaten to the head by the villagers.

They usually act as a prestige in ten miles and eight towns, show off their might, and regard human life as a mustard, but when the shadow of real death is faced on their own heads, they are more timid than anyone else, and some people have even peed their pants at this time.

"Want to run?" Zhao Yan smiled coldly, and used his magic to the extreme, and an afterimage loomed behind him, as fast as a ghost, and instantly caught up with a fat servant of the Wu family.

A punch slammed into his fat and greasy head, and under the explosion of the seven wounded fists, the fat head suddenly split apart, and the red and white flowed all over the ground.

"I'm fighting with you!" A slave of the Wu family saw that there was no hope of escaping, but instead aroused the madness of the trapped beast, and smashed his fist towards Zhao Yan with red eyes.

"Trash!" Zhao Yan didn't look at it, and threw a punch out of his hand, colliding with the slave's fist.

The slave's entire arm exploded into a puddle of flesh in an instant, and before he could scream, a whip leg with a heavy afterimage had been whipped on his head, and the entire skull exploded.

"Bones. ”

Zhao Yan caught up with a slave of the Wu family who was desperately fleeing, and a palm without any strength was lightly imprinted on the back of his heart, and then turned around to chase after another slave who had fled for his life.

The face of the slave in the middle palm suddenly showed a look of ecstasy that he had escaped death, and he also said that Zhao Yan had exhausted his strength, and he was still running wildly under his feet.

However, in the next moment, I only felt that my legs were weak, and the whole person suddenly turned into a paralyzed ball of flesh without bones.

It is said that the bones of the palm are practiced to a high level, so that the person in the palm has no sense at all, and live unharmed for a year and a half and then slowly erupt, and the bones of the whole body will be as soft as cotton during the attack, and the organs will be broken everywhere, and the viscera will be broken, which is miserable, and there is no treatment.

But how could Zhao Yan have the patience to wait so long?

"Uncle Niu spares his life! We are also assigned by the master, and we can't help it!"

The remaining five slaves had been completely frightened by Zhao Yan's ruthless attack, and they knelt down one after another, kowtowing like pounding garlic, and blood was knocked out on their foreheads, and they still had no intention of stopping.

"So you know to be afraid?"

Zhao Yan's face was full of sarcastic smiles, and he kicked on the back of a slave who kowtowed and begged for mercy.

He kicked the man so much that he spurted blood from his mouth and nose, and died of exhaustion on the spot.

"You are so unreasonable, we all knelt down and begged for mercy, why do you want to kill us?"

A frightened servant of the Wu family asked in shock and anger.

"Hehe, the villagers who were mutilated by you also knelt down to you and begged for mercy before they died, have you ever spared them?"

Zhao Yan sneered, and with a punch, the interrogating slave bleed, killing him on the spot.

"Surrender is death, fight with him. ”

The remaining three servants of the Wu family stood up with a roar, tremblingly waved their long knives and slashed at Zhao Yan.

"It's kind of interesting, but it's still too weak. ”

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Yan's mouth, and he rushed straight towards the three people with knives.

The three servants found in despair that they could use all their strength to dance the long knives like wheels and chop endlessly, but they could not even touch a single corner of Zhao Yan's clothes.

And every time Zhao Yan punches out, a slave will spurt blood and fly out.

In just a few breaths, the three remaining slaves had all been killed.

The surrounding villagers who came to the rescue were all stunned by this sudden change, Zhao Yan's ghostly speed and ruthless methods completely subverted the image of the weak scholar in their hearts.

Zhao Yan looked at these familiar clansmen, a warm smile appeared on his face, and chuckled: "Let's go, take you to kill." Today, we want to kill the Wu family with a river of blood, and there will be no chickens and dogs. ”

The villagers were infected by his emotions, and thinking of Zhao Yan's amazing martial arts, it was not impossible to destroy the Wu family, and suddenly their blood began to boil, and they waved the farm tools in their hands one after another, and roared angrily: "Blood flows like a river!