It's the hottest time of the day in the middle of the day, but there are still a lot of pedestrians. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info This is still the peak period of begging for beggars. Therefore, they can still be seen in the streets and alleys. As a member of the beggars, begging is an unchanging principle in their profession, just like the Sangha's fasting, which is their eternal rule.

A person, from the moment he decides to bow his head to passers-by and beg, his heart is already filled with sad goodness. In his heart, there is no longer the arrogance of comparison and the arrogance of showing off, there is only the most humble humility, the most honest demand, and the most peaceful waiting.

Now, however, there are three such swordsmen, who, in defiance of the dignity of the beggar, are insulting a man who lives by begging with evil words and mockery, and slander. Passers-by looked sideways, and no one dared to squeak! Because they were not heroes, they were all ordinary people, they were all passers-by, and they were all people with the idea that nothing to do with them.

And that beggar, though poor, is engaged in one of the lowest begging lives in the world. But his dignity is as noble as that of ordinary people, and he cannot bear the unreasonable humiliation from others. So, he resisted, picked up the stick in his hand, and swung it at the sharp sword of the three men.

It is certainly not advisable to resist a sword with a stick. But wouldn't the rabbit bite with its usual teeth for cabbage when it was in a hurry?

Seeing that the beggar's stick was cut off by the opponent's sword three times in a row, people were carrying the boss's heart for him. But he was not afraid at all, as if the flames of anger had just burst out of his chest. In the end, he simply threw away the half-stick in his hand in anger, raised his fists, and smashed it towards the sword-wielding one-eyed dragon in front of him without hesitation!

At that moment, the onlookers who were hiding in the corner of the wall were stunned! How could they have thought that this honest beggar on the side of the ordinary road could behave so bravely and fearlessly at this moment, which was simply terrifying. At that moment, this beggar didn't seem to be the beggar who was squatting on the side of the road and begging, but a Zheng Zheng man who roared when he saw the road!

In the end, whether he is an iron-clad man, a hero who roars when the road is uneven, or the beggar that people see on the side of the road every day -- in the eyes of the three swordsmen, they are all cabbages, and they are all cabbages with knives falling in their hands! The sword that the one-eyed dragon stabs at the beggar's chest is no slower than the knife that the eldest lady slashes at the cabbage! Moreover, the expression on his face blooms more calmly than when the eldest lady chops the cabbage!

The beggar fell, and the bloody arrows in his chest splashed the one-eyed swordsman all over his face like a spring. And the one-eyed swordsman, like a man who escaped from the parched desert, with the ecstasy of bathing in nectar, received this rain of blood that spurted from the beggar's chest with warmth.

Seeing this, the other two swordsmen, a fat man in a blue robe, and a middle-aged man in a purple robe with three long hairs floating under his chin, also had a strange smile on their faces! This kind of smile is often seen when lions and tigers capture prey.

After all, it was a beggar who fell, a person who faced the world with sincerity and calmness in the world. Of course, his death will not be as unheard of as the autumn wind blowing the leaves! As long as he has a righteous heart, he will stand up at this moment, and he will let out the most righteous roar at these three blood-sucking teethers.

At this time, in the streets and alleys, in all directions, all the beggars who got the news flocked to it. It's just that they still only have sticks in their hands, and they don't even have a kitchen knife for the eldest lady to cut vegetables. What is the reason for this? This is the rule of the beggar gang, just like the monks' fasting, which is the rule of this sect! They are only allowed to take a stick and explore the road ahead when they are not in sight at night; when they encounter vicious dogs in a strange village, they wave their sticks to scare these little dogs who do not know Lu Dongbin.

Seeing that the beggars were all coming with sticks, as if they were on their way to a happy event, a strange smile bloomed on the faces of the three swordsmen, and that smile was as strange as that of a hungry wolf when he saw a flock of sheep coming towards him!

At that moment, the sword in their hand was no less than the scythe in the farmer's hand, and they looked energetic and hot in the face of a field of yellow and clear rice! So, under the three sharp swords, the beggars fell one after another, and their blood flowed together, so that the three swordsmen felt slippery when they walked.

Who would have thought that not only were these adult beggars so brave, but there was also a child of twelve or thirteen years old, and he was not afraid, and he accompanied these big brothers and uncles, waving the sticks in his hands, and pounced on the three murderous swordsmen.

When the hungry wolf hunted the lambs, he didn't care about their age, and seemed to have already made up his mind to eat them all! A sword light slashed, and with a cold sword aura like frost, it slashed towards the young beggar. See, a brave and young life is about to draw a long exclamation mark in this world.

Suddenly, on the murderous street, there was a deafening roar: "Stop!"

Immediately after, a figure was as swift as lightning, and suddenly it arrived at the middle-aged man with three long strands of hair floating under his jaw and swung it at the young man's sword! The middle-aged swordsman was taken aback, this roaring man not only brought a gust of wind, but also brought a wave of anger that could burn the world! He was also empty-handed, but he now held a sword in his hand-holding the middle-aged swordsman with three long strands of hair floating under his jaw and swung at the young man's blade.

Then he folded it hard, and there was a clang, a piercing sound! The middle-aged swordsman's sword broke, and the palm of the opponent's gripping the blade had also been cut with blood. But he didn't feel the pain, all he had in his heart was anger. This man was majestic, he had a pair of slender eyebrows, and at this moment, the ends of the eyebrows seemed to be more upturned and angrier than ever!

The middle-aged swordsman with three wisps of whiskers recognized him, and although he was surprised that someone would grasp his sharp steel sword with his bare hands, he was not afraid. Because he knows this person, knows that he is the deputy leader of the beggar gang, and knows his few kung fu, he is Zhang Juntao, who is called him Eagle Claw Lao Zhang on the rivers and lakes.

"Oh, the deputy leader of the beggar gang," he said with a grim smile at him, "you seem to be a little late, and the three of us already feel a little weak in our murderous hands. ”

"Then simply, let you lie on the ground and rest!" Zhang Juntao held the blood-dripping eagle claws, with hatred deeper than the sea and higher than the sky, and grabbed the middle-aged swordsman with three wisps of beard.

Anger is terrible! It makes people dare to do things that they would never have thought of in an instant. Just now, when I accompanied Nanjian and his group to drink at the headquarters of the beggar gang, everyone shuddered when they talked about the three heroes of Taojiang. Now, he dared to fight three people with a pair of eagle talons, and he also forced two good swords and a broken sword in their hands to retreat one after another. What is this, this is commendable courage!

At this moment, the three heroes of Taojiang realized that the people in anger were even more fierce and terrifying than the tigers! Especially the fat man in the blue robe, he felt even more deeply. It also made him feel that a person who was too fat really shouldn't go to an angry person to fight. Because he couldn't win, and just as he was about to turn around, Zhang Juntao's eagle claws probed a claw into her back with a cool breeze to the bone.

At that moment, he felt a heart-rending pain, but he didn't have time to taste it, he let the other party tear off the flesh and skin on his back, and exerted the sky-high pride of a strong man who broke his wrist, like a gust of wind, broke the torn tendons on his back, and ran out. In addition, I can clearly hear the sizzling sound of the tendons tearing under the opponent's eagle claws! )