It was at this moment that the black knife's extraordinary power became apparent. Compared to the various ordinary cold weapons in the opponent's hands, the black knife was clearly sharper, and its strength and toughness were both extremely superior. If it were replaced with an ordinary iron knife, it would have been scrapped by now.
One elite soldier fell, and the others quickly followed. This group seemed to know no fear. Even though three of their companions had already fallen, they still rushed forward shouting and recklessly. It was unknown what reward Nie Haofeng had promised them.
Suddenly, Yao Han felt a tingling sensation on his face. His heart skipped a beat and he saw something behind the crowd pointing at him.
Without hesitation, he swept the black knife in his hand across his chest, knocking away the weapons of several people in front of him. He stood still with his legs and dodged the oncoming hidden weapon with a bridge move.
The hidden weapon was as fast as a flash of lightning, passing across his cheek with a whistling sound. Yao Han felt a chill on his forehead, and a bloody wound appeared on it.
If it had been a little later, this thing might have been stuck in my head.
He straightened his body and continued to fight the enemy. During the gap of counterattack, he saw what was launching the hidden weapon - a yellow-haired Haofeng Gang member was holding a cylinder about the length of his forearm and was loading something into it.
Blow darts!
He knew that the other party didn't dare to use a gun, but he didn't expect that there was such a means of long-range attack.
"You guys are really multi-talented." Yao Han said calmly with a cold face. This was the first sentence he said to these people since the fight started.
"Stop talking nonsense! You killed my brother, die!" An elite member of the Haofeng Gang rushed up with red eyes, risking his life.
Knowing that the other party has hidden weapons like blowguns, it would be better to be careful.
But the development of things was not as optimistic as Yao Han had imagined.
The yellow-haired boy who blew the darts hid in the crowd and disappeared for a while. The wound on his forehead was bleeding profusely, and Yao Han was careless, and the flowing blood slid into his eyes, blurring his vision.
I was careless!
With his vision blocked, the situation became more passive, and the people in the front row of the opponent would not give Yao Han time to wipe the blade. The knife light fell like rain, and he blocked and dodged the opponent's attack instinctively.
The sharp whistle sounded again, and this time Yao Han could not dodge it. He finally saw the appearance of the hidden weapon - it was a conical iron dart with a feather tail. The iron dart shot into his right abdomen like a crossbow arrow. A piercing pain came from his abdomen, and Yao Han's body suddenly slowed down.
Under normal circumstances, this would not be considered a serious injury, but Yao Han had been fighting for a long time and his physical strength was gradually declining, and his movements slowed down uncontrollably.
This slowness gave the other party an opportunity.
In the chaos of the fight, no one showed mercy. Yao Han was stabbed in both the left shoulder and right arm. His clothes were soaked with bright red blood, and he almost turned into a bloody man.
Everything in front of him was a scarlet blur, he could no longer see clearly, he could only feel a cold whistling sound coming from above his head.
That was the sound of a steel pipe swinging in the air. If his head was hit by such a blow, he would no longer have the strength to fight.
Get moving!
Yao Han's body was shaking constantly, but the steel knives that pierced his body were like nails that pinned him to the spot. How could the elite members of the Haofeng Gang let him get his wish?
Am I going to die here in battle?
He tried his best not to think about it, but the tragic ending he was about to face emerged uncontrollably in his mind.
Scenes from the past flashed before my eyes like a kaleidoscope.
He remembered the jealousy and envy of the people in the audience on the day he was initiated into the sect; he remembered the kindness and earnestness in Elder Mu Yao's eyes; he remembered the bright moon outside the window when he was in hard retreat; he remembered... Xu Bing'er, who had two pigtails and always followed him around like a follower.
Oh, I'm almost dying, and I actually thought of her.
"Brother, why are you always silent?"
"Brother, there's a big fair going on down the mountain. It's so lively. Shall we go together?"
"Brother, this is the elixir I got from my last mission. I'll give you half!"
The scenes in his eyes kept changing. The calls came not only from Xu Bing'er, but also from many people he met:
"Junior Brother Yao." "Little Yaozi!" "Brother Yao!"
Building roads is difficult, and he has been walking alone for a long time and is used to walking alone.
When he was on the verge of death, Yao Han suddenly realized that he had not always been alone.
Memories kept coming back, until the day when the Tianyin Sect was destroyed, until his cultivation was sealed by the celestial beings, until he was reduced to being in the quarry, being held hostage by Zhao Li, and the wounded Xu Bing'er cried out to him with tears streaming down her face:
"Yao Han, you can't kneel!"
Yao Han's body began to tremble violently, countless thoughts swept through his mind like a storm, and his chest rose and fell greatly with his breathing, as if something was blocking his throat, forcing him to shout and howl.
“Drink ah ah ah——”
He tightened his grip on the black knife in his hand again, and shook his arms vigorously to the sides, forcing back the elite members of the Haofeng Gang who were trying to stab him to death.
In severe pain all over his body, he leaned to the side, and the steel pipe that was originally hitting his head hit his shoulder.
The steel pipe was even twisted by the huge reaction force, but Yao Han didn't care. In the other party's astonished eyes, he stabbed the knife into his heart.
I am Yao Han!
He wiped his hand across his eyes, and red blood splattered on the window.
Entered the mountain gate at the age of sixteen,
Yao Han still had daggers and darts stuck in his body, but he didn't care and rushed towards the crowd like a wild beast.
At the age of eighteen, I practiced Qi.
He twisted his left hand, pulled out a kitchen knife from his body, and slashed at a younger brother who was attacking him. With a howl, a severed hand still holding a weapon flew into the air.
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