Lin Yuanqing didn't fight back, just dodged, the farmer didn't know martial arts, and he was tired and out of breath after a while.

"Rubbish!" the bearded man scolded.

After hearing this, the farmer could only hold on and continue to attack Lin Yuanqing, Lin Yuanqing sighed and retreated.

"Little bastard!Stand still for Lao Tzu!Don't move anymore?!" said the bearded man suddenly.

"You!" Lin Yuanqing glared at him angrily, his beard and hands came up, and the peasant woman who had just breathed a few sighs of relief began to whimper again.

"Okay!" Lin Yuanqing shouted, stomped his feet hard, and two shallow pits were stepped out of the ground, and he stood firmly.

When he drank like this, the farmer was so frightened that the knife fell off his hand and fell to the ground.

"Pick it up!" Lin Yuanqing said word by word, his eyes staring at his beard, the farmer nodded tremblingly, picked up the knife, closed his eyes and shouted and rushed towards Lin Yuanqing.

"Ahh

I saw that the farmer and Lin Yuanqing collided fiercely, and the scimitar penetrated through Lin Yuanqing's clothes, revealing the tip of the knife at his waist, which was stained with blood.

Lin Yuanqing fell to the ground, the farmer trembled and pulled the scimitar back, slowly retreated, looked down at the bloodstained scimitar in his hand, his face was full of horror and remorse, and then he turned his head to look at the beard.

"Hmph. The smug expression on the bearded face flashed, and then he grabbed the peasant woman's neck and walked towards Lin Yuanqing, and when he passed the farmer, he glanced at him disdainfully, and snorted coldly.

He stopped next to Lin Yuanqing, looked down carefully, and saw that the clothes on Lin Yuanqing's back had been stained red with blood, he took two steps back, looked at Lin Yuanqing, who was lying motionless as if he was dead, turned his head to the farmer and said, "You, stab him twice." ”

The farmer, who was still in a daze, was shouted by him, and slowly stood up and walked towards him with blank eyes.

"Useless waste!" After speaking, the bearded man turned his head and continued to stare at Lin Yuanqing, suddenly grabbing the peasant woman's arm and there was a sharp pain, he turned his head suddenly, it turned out that the farmer slashed his arm, but because the farmer did not understand martial arts, this knife only cut his arm, and did not cut it off.

"Fuck you!" the bearded man was furious, shook off the peasant woman, raised his arm from the knife, opened his mouth to bite the hilt, tore the scimitar out, and flicked his neck, the blade slashing at the neck of the farmer who was standing next to him.

Suddenly, a hand reached out to hold the blade, and before the beard could react, he had already received a heavy punch in the face, and the whole person flew out upside down.

It was Lin Yuanqing who flew him, I saw his blood-covered hand throw the scimitar at the beard, flew forward, grabbed the handle of the knife, and stabbed it fiercely on the beard's chest, twisted it hard, the blade broke, and the beard let out a heart-rending cry.

Lin Yuanqing didn't care, his fists rained down on his bearded face.

The beard's voice became weaker and weaker, until it was completely silent, Lin Yuanqing still kept punching, his face was full of anger, and blood splashed all over his body.

Seeing that the bearded face on the ground was already bloody and fleshy, he was beaten to death by Lin Yuanqing, but none of the surrounding villagers dared to step forward to dissuade him, for fear of harming the pond fish.

Lin Yuanqing fought for a long time before he stopped, sat on the side, and gasped for breath.

It turned out that when the farmer rushed towards him just now, Lin Yuanqing adjusted the angle and let the scimitar rub the side of his abdomen, although he cut a shallow wound, but it did not hurt the organs, and he took advantage of this contact and whispered in the farmer's ear that he was fine, but he had to pretend to be seriously injured, so that the bearded man believed it was true, and lured him to his side, so that he could have a chance to save the hostage in his hand.

"Brother Lin... ”

At this time, a timid voice came, Lin Yuanqing looked up, and saw Wang Xiaohu hiding behind his father, whispering with concern but fear on his face.

Lin Yuanqing wanted to show a smile, but a sharp pain came from his abdomen in the next second, and his eyes went black, and he fainted.