Chapter 899 Tyranny (5th Update)

"Puff!"

When he moved, three bullets passed by Yan Huang's ears and pierced into the trees behind him.

Yan Huang touched his left earlobe with his hand, and there was a sticky liquid between his fingers, and then a large piece of cold light poured over.

"Dangdangdang!"

Yan Huang slid off the ground suddenly, avoiding the flying knife, and then swept his left foot, and a pile of construction waste burst out.

At the critical moment of life and death, Yan Huang's force on the stone was naturally not small. The three gray-clothed men who had not yet retracted the flying knife were hit by the stone when they wanted to retreat.

The body banged, and the three people groaned and fell to the ground.

Yan Huang stood up and rushed to one of them at the fastest speed. He cut his throat with a knife and went around the latter's back.

"Ah——"

At the same time, the meat-cutting knife in his right hand slashed repeatedly, and the gray-clothed men on both sides fell down, dying silently like wood.

The next second, Yan Huang, who used the corpse to defend his back, kicked out with his toes, and three flying knives shot forward in an arc.

The gray-clothed man who was half a beat behind had no time to attack Yan Huang, and could only swing his weapon to cut off the flying knives!

"Dangdangdang!"

Three consecutive sounds rang out, and the three flying knives fell to the ground, showing the strength of the gray-clothed man.

But before they could smile with relief, Yan Huang had already coughed and rushed in front of them.

"Swoosh!"

A figure flashed, and Yan Huang closed the distance between the two sides in an instant.

A gray-clothed man seemed to have not expected that he was so perverted, his cheeks twisted and deformed in an instant, and he took a step back and slashed forward with his saber.

"Huh!"

But Yan Huang in front of him seemed to have suddenly turned into a ghost. The gray-clothed man only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the blade pointed out, and there was no one.

But there was a touch of coldness in his throat.

"Swoosh..."

The sound of cutting paper rang out clearly, a stream of blood spurted out, and the attacker fell heavily to the ground.

The next second, Yan Huang's sword moved to the side, just blocking two enemies who were taking advantage of the opportunity.

When the blades collided with a harsh sound, Yan Huang pressed two points of force, and the tip of the sword drew an arc.

The two bodies shook slightly, and then they died with their eyes wide open.

Killing more than ten people in a row, Yan Huang tore a bloody road, but before he could continue to rush forward, dozens of gray-clothed masters flashed in the shadows.

The spear-wielding young man leaned against a tree trunk and drank a mouthful of Maotai original juice: "Kill!"

More than 30 gray-clothed men drew their swords together.

They were fierce and fierce, and everyone's face was as cold as an iceberg, and everyone's eyes were blooming with tigers and wolves.

From their sword-drawing and advancing movements, the tacit cooperation between each other, and the mutual cover, it was clear that they were killing weapons.

"Want to keep me? It's not that easy!"

Yan Huang's face was still not panicked, and he sneered at the spear-wielding young man. The next second, he suddenly moved.

Still as a mountain, but moving like a storm!

Yan Huang raised his right foot suddenly, and then stepped on the construction waste in front of him.

"Boom!"

The half-meter-high construction waste was cracked by Yan Huang's foot, and the cracks spread instantly, and stones, tiles, soil, and sand all burst out.

Then, Yan Huang's left foot sank again, and the ground under his feet cracked and shattered, and countless cement blocks jumped up like marbles.

Yan Huang shouted, took a step forward, and slammed into the jumping cement blocks.

"Boom!"

There was another loud noise, and everyone had an illusion as the laser light passed by.

They only felt that Yan Huang was very blurry at this moment, as if a layer of fog enveloped him, and then his shadow was swallowed by the sand and dust.

In their trance, all the construction waste and cement stones blasted over, like an unstoppable mudslide.

The face of the young man with the spear changed slightly, and he waved his spear and shouted: "Be careful!"

"Pah, pah, pah!"

The sharp sound of breaking through the air filled the plank road, and instantly hit the gray-clothed man.

A series of muffled sounds continued to sound, as if the entire plank road was swallowed up, and then dozens of gray-clothed men retreated one after another, with blood splattered on their bodies.

The encirclement collapsed instantly, and one after another fell to the ground. Fortunately, they had armor on their bodies and no external injuries, but their faces, necks and backs of their hands were covered with scars.

Some people were hit in the mouth by stones, and their teeth fell with blood, and screams came one after another.

"Swoosh!"

At the moment the encirclement was broken, a figure suddenly shot out, and with a knife in his hand, he chopped down four gray-clothed men and went straight to the young man with the spear.

"Swoosh!"

A knife stabbed out like lightning in the air.

The cold light of the knife illuminated the eyes of the young man with the spear, and also made his hair stand upside down, and he instinctively fell upside down.

At the same time, he retracted his spear.

"Bang!"

Like pouring mercury, the spearman fell to the ground with a bang, and the entire plank road seemed to tremble with his body.

He finally used his spear to block Yan Huang's attack before the butcher knife pierced his forehead.

The two sides had a brief confrontation, and Yan Huang's eyes, looking down on all living things, suddenly shot out a sharper light than the knife.

The butcher knife could have pierced the opponent's forehead with a centimeter, but it was this centimeter of distance that gave him a half-line of life.

Several gray-clothed men rushed up, and gunshots rang out in the night sky.

Yan Huang could only let the spearman go, and he quickly knocked down several opponents, and then ran to the woods ahead.

"Huh!"

The young man with the spear didn't say a word, and threw it at Yan Huang who rushed out of the encirclement. The spear whistled out and hit Yan Huang's vest.

The momentum was fierce.

"Dang!"

Yan Huang naturally knew how powerful the young man with the spear was, and swung a knife with his backhand, slashing the spear mercilessly.

When the spear fell to the ground, he also used the force to go far away. In the distance, Yan Huang's faint voice came.

"Tell Mr. Dai that no one can kill me except Ye Tianlong."

"If you want to kill me, call Ye Tianlong."

Ten minutes later, the Dai family garden was brightly lit, dispelling the darkness and the cold.

Ye Tianlong, who was listening to Dai Hulang's sacrificial matters in the study, suddenly heard a slow knock on the door, and then his uncle walked in.

He did not hide it from Ye Tianlong, and looked at Dai Hulang and said calmly: "He is very strong, he ran away, but his waist was injured."

Dai Hulang said lightly: "How many people were dispatched?"

Uncle San responded respectfully: "Two groups of people, led by Xue Yihan."

"Two groups of people ran away, they are really strong."

Dai Hulang was calm: "But it's good, he is injured, his energy and physical strength are always worse, and two more groups of people will be dispatched to find out."

Uncle San nodded: "I understand."

Dai Hulang turned his eyes from Uncle San's face to Ye Tianlong, and smiled kindly at Ye Tianlong who was listening quietly but didn't say much:

"Your brother is very strong."

Ye Tianlong was slightly startled, and then took over the conversation Title: "Yan Huang?"

He thought of the convoy at dusk, and his face couldn't help changing: "You surrounded and killed Yan Huang?"

Dai Hulang stretched out his hand and shook the back of Ye Tianlong's hand: "Yes, in West Lake, I want to dig a few people, and I can still dig them out."

"It's better to strike first than to be hit hard by the opponent and then counterattack."

"But I didn't expect that Yan Huang was stronger than I imagined. He escaped from the two groups of people who surrounded him, and only suffered a slight waist injury."

Ye Tianlong sighed: "He crawled out of the pile of dead bodies, and he could survive with a glimmer of hope. How could he be surrounded and killed so easily?"

Dai Hulang suddenly asked: "You said, his waist was injured, where would he go for treatment?"