Although I couldn't wait to help my uncle, I couldn't ignore the offensive of the broken-handed man. I could only cheer up and bite the bullet to resist the broken-handed man.

With the charlatan in my hand, I was able to barely hold on to the offensive of the man with broken hands, but this guy became more and more excited as he beats. His eyes were dripping, and he kept staring at the charlatan in my hand. He felt that his saliva was almost flowing out, and he really wanted to get this thing.

The man with broken hands had a very organized attack. A stick was waving in his hand as majestic as a golden cudgel. He was dazzling to pick up and pulling up, which was obviously a set of stick techniques. My charlatan was very diverse. Sometimes I used stick techniques, sometimes I used knife techniques, and occasionally I had a few sword techniques to cut the man with broken hands like potatoes. Although it looked messy, because these skills were all familiar in my heart, I could use them as I wish at any time, but instead merged them everywhere and connected seamlessly.

But this man with broken hands is indeed a master. When I planned to meet a good talent and meet a chess opponent, we were in chaos and we were fighting each other, which was comparable. The man with broken hands knocked my Mitsubishi scraper from the beginning, thinking that I was not his opponent, and I was quite proud of me just now. But as I was fighting, I found that I was not as weak as he thought, so I immediately became rigorous and serious.

There was still chaos around. Dragon King, Meteor and Zhao Tiexhou had their own opponents, and they were all entangled and could not support my uncle. Although we had dispersed some firepower for my uncle, there were still two or three masters besieging him, including Feng Tiandao.

Feng Tiandao is really powerful. His long sword danced almost to change color. He is probably the one with the highest kung fu among the eight masters. No wonder strong men like Mad Bull bow to him. If my uncle was in full swing, he would definitely not be afraid of Feng Tiandao, but my uncle had internal injuries and external injuries, which was really irresistible. He watched him be forced by Feng Tiandao and almost no way out. Although the Long family army around him played a little role, it was being eaten by Liu and Feng Hejun little by little. Liu Dequan was still standing by the side and constantly commanding. If this continued, we would have to be wiped out. I saw it in my eyes, anxious in my heart, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

But no matter how anxious it is, it is useless. If the broken hand man in front of me is not removed, I will not be able to approach my uncle. In a blink of an eye, the broken hand man and I have fought dozens of moves, and each of them has won the results. He fucked me several times, and I fucked him several times, and both sides were injured.

But because my weapon is better, I will definitely see blood if I hit it with one stick, so the man with broken hands looks worse than me. There are blood stains everywhere on my body.

But the more this happens, the less convinced the man with broken hands becomes. While continuing to attack me, he mutters: "You are just taking a charlatan! If you didn't have this thing, you would have been killed by me! Or if we change our weapons, you would have been killed by me!"

Not to mention whether the man with broken hands makes sense? First of all, the starting point of his words is ridiculous. Beating a charlatan is indeed in my hands. This is an unchangeable fact. What is the point of complaining like a woman?

I feel that he has a bit of a magical disease. He especially wants to get my charlatan, but unfortunately he does not have an uncle like the Little King of Hell. But I don’t have the heart to whine with him. While I was entangled with the man with broken hands, I continued to observe my uncle’s movements. His condition was getting worse and worse. He had consumed most of his physical strength before fighting against the hero. Now he is obviously at the end of his strength, his body is shaking, and he is extremely difficult to use every move. Feng Tiandao took the opportunity to stab a few blood holes in his body.

Although Feng Tiandao is also a famous figure in the provincial capital, I always feel that my uncle is sad to be bullied by a dog when he falls into the sun. It turns out that my uncle, who has always been regarded as the "God of War" by me, will have such miserable times.

I can no longer get entangled with the man with broken hands, I have to find a way to repel him. I thought of a very bold idea, and if I fail, I will be successful, but I also have to try it. After I blocked the man with broken hands, I suddenly threw the charlatan in my hand at him.

"Don't you want to fight a charlatan? I give it to you!" I shouted.

The genie turned into a black shadow, like a black snake suddenly jumping up, biting towards the man with broken hands. The genie was overjoyed and quickly stretched out his other hand to catch it, but he obviously forgot that his other hand was broken, so he didn't catch the genie at all. He just slid on his broken hands and penetrated straight to the ground. But he still refused to give up, and immediately threw the slam in his hand and grabbed the genie with his good hands.

I took this opportunity to immediately activate the power of the dragon vein in my body and successfully broke through the Yanggu point on my right wrist. My whole right hand became red and hot, and there was a hint of white air coming out. I held the hot fist, ran forward quickly, and punched the broken-handed man in the stomach.

The man with broken hands was eager to pick up the charlatan, but he didn't even guard against my move. The moment he held the charlatan, he shouted excitedly: "God has eyes, and the charlatan has finally returned...;..."

Before he could finish his words, he stopped abruptly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Because my burning fist had already hit his stomach hard. Not only did he burn his clothes in an instant, but he also burned his belly. A shrill scream instantly resounded throughout the Liu family manor, and a burning smell spread around, which made many people look at this side in surprise.

The broken-handed man's body was arched into a shrimp, and his face was flushed. I seized this opportunity and punched him hard. The broken-handed man finally fell back uncontrollably. I didn't care whether he was dead or not. Of course, it was impossible to kill a person with just a few punches. But I didn't have time to care about him anymore. After snatching the charlatan from his hand, I quickly ran towards my uncle.

"Stop him, stop him!" Liu Dequan, who was standing not far away, shouted.

But no master who was evenly matched with me came to block my way. Only one cannon fodder after another came up to try to block my way. I held the charlatan in my hand, as if I were possessed by the killer god, walking forward and slashing all the way. The cannon fodders flew back without exception, and no one could resist my steps.

Finally, I came to my uncle.

My uncle was still trying hard to support him, and the soul-catching chain in his hand was still murderous. It was fine for him to deal with the other two or three masters, but only Feng Tiandao made him very difficult. As soon as I rushed over, I took the initiative to use the charlatan to pick the sword in Feng Tiandao's hand, trying to attract Feng Tiandao's firepower to me.

This was equivalent to drinking poison to quench thirst. I did attract Feng Tiandao's firepower, but I was far from Feng Tiandao's opponent. Under Feng Tiandao's attack, my uncle was almost out of reach. But because of my appearance, blocking Feng Tiandao's progress, Feng Tiandao was furious and quickly stabbed me with the sword in his hand.

His speed was too fast, and I couldn't stop it. I had already tried my best to beat the charlatan, but I was still powerless.

"careful!"

My uncle let out a hoarse cry, and swung the iron chain in his hand hard around, forcing the two or three masters to retreat, then rushed towards me desperately, quickly pulled me behind him, and immediately turned around, protecting me with his tall body.

The long sword in Feng Tiandao's hand penetrated into his back.

"uncle!"

I screamed in a shrill voice, watching the sword pierce out of his chest, and my heart was so broken that it almost turned into pieces.

"fine."

My uncle said to me softly. He patted my head with his hand, then turned around like a god of war, and threw the soul-catching chain in his hand towards Feng Tiandao.

He seems to never fall, and he always has a strong fighting power.

The whistling wind sounded, and the air around seemed to burn.

Feng Tiandao didn't dare to resist head-on, and immediately drew his sword and retreated.

The masters around wanted to attack again, but my uncle suddenly glared at both sides, and a strong murderous aura burst out in his eyes. The masters who were no less capable than me were immediately scared and dared not move. Even Feng Tiandao, who had retreated seven or eight steps, stopped and looked at my uncle with a serious expression.

My shrill shout just now successfully attracted the attention of the entire manor. Whether it was fighting or not, they all looked at us in one go. A fierce melee stopped temporarily in a very strange state.

Even Liu Dequan, who was not far away, did not rush to command the battle again, but looked at us strangely.

Everyone could see that there was a hole in my uncle's chest and back, and blood was flowing out.

"uncle…;…;"

My face turned pale, my whole body was trembling with nervousness. I reached out to cover his back with trembling trembling, trying to stop the blood from flowing out. If I hadn't rushed up, my uncle wouldn't have suffered such injuries...;

"It's okay, it's really okay, just a little bit of injury."

My uncle sided slightly, patted my shoulder gently, and said in a warm voice: "Fortunately you are here, otherwise my uncle will be dead!"

I knew my uncle was comforting me, but my tears were still falling uncontrollably.

"Don't cry!"

My uncle, who was still whispering warmly just now, suddenly looked stern and said fiercely: "Why are you like a waste?"

waste…;…;

What a familiar word. When he first met my uncle, he kept using these two words to stab me. Until now, he still uses these two words to describe me.

I immediately put away my tears and panted.

I'm not a waste.

Even if it was, it is not now.

I stared at Feng Tiandao hatefully, my eyes getting redder and redder.
Chapter completed!