Wei Yihang was the main accomplice in the brutal killing of Han Chengxin and others. Han Xiaohan hated him to the core. Seeing him trying to stop them, Han Xiaohan felt hatred in his heart. He shouted and grabbed the long sword with a layer of red light in his hand. Wei Yihang was stunned at first, then overjoyed. He secretly thought, "You are courting death by trying to grab my sword with your bare hands!" Thinking of this, he secretly increased his strength, preparing to stab Han Xiaohan through the heart. The bloody tall and strong man who had fought with Han Xiaohan was horrified and shouted: "Quickly retreat..."
Hearing the shout, Wei Yihang suddenly remembered the scene that had just been shown on the central control TV. The red light in Han Xiaohan's hand almost took his companion's life with just a simple ask. He shuddered, but it was too late to change his moves. Han Xiaohan grabbed the sword and twisted his wrist hard. With a creak, the sword twisted, and then he punched out. Wei Yihang's face changed drastically, and he threw away the long sword in his hand, pulled back, and staggered more than two meters away, looking embarrassed. Han Xiaohan did not chase him, but tapped the table with his toes, and slapped the face of the young man with a sun face three times in a row. With a wave of his hand, Wei Yihang was pushed back. Baimian Yunian secretly praised him for being good. He put his hands on the table, and he didn't see how hard he used. He slid to the side with the chair, and Han Xiaohan's three palms brushed his ears and hit him in the air. Before he could continue to move close, the nine people around him stood up and surrounded Han Xiaohan in the middle.
As soon as the nine people moved, the Blood Wolf Group also took action. Blood Wolf No. 1 rushed to Wei Yihang and stabbed him with his knife without saying a word.
The other twelve Blood Wolves brandished their long swords and swarmed forward to fight with the nine people who besieged Han Xiaohan. These nine people were not ordinary people. Their skills were not very good, but their physical agility and strength were beyond the reach of even the top fighters in the martial arts world. Every time they raised their hands or feet, there was a gust of cold wind, especially the nails on the fingertips that grew to nearly a foot long. They were extremely hard and sharp as knives, and could break stones and cut metal. If they touched a person, the person would be half dead. Although the Blood Wolf Group had the advantage in numbers, the scene was extremely ugly. Facing Wei Yihang's Blood Wolf No. 1, they were in even greater danger and were forced to retreat again and again. Han Xiaohan had no intention of caring about anything else. His attention was focused on one point, the white-faced young man
He walked step by step towards the white-faced young man who was sitting as steady as a mountain. The red mist on his left palm naturally spread out, and soon covered his entire arm. Then, the mist slowly condensed, forming a strange long object similar to red metal, with dense lines and uneven surfaces, and sharp blades on both sides. The long object tightly wrapped around his left palm, extending more than three feet, exuding a murderous and bloody aura. The tip of the blade hung to the ground, and as he walked, it actually tore a long crack in the steel ground.
When the white-faced young man saw the blood-red weapon that was about to completely cover his left arm, his face was no longer relaxed. He frowned and looked up at the sky, as if he was thinking about something. Han Xiaohan stopped two steps away from him and said coldly: "Tell me where the person I'm looking for is."
The white-faced young man did not answer, but asked: "What is the weapon in your hand?" Han Xiaohan said: "You don't want to know." "Why?" Han Xiaohan looked down at the ghost cry that condensed into a shape, and said: "Because it represents blood." The white-faced young man smiled and said: "I also represent blood. Give it to me, and I will tell you where the person you are looking for is."