Duan Yingjie was very confident in the accuracy of the information from the Heavenly Court. At least, he had never seen a piece of information that was wrong in all the years he had joined the Heavenly Court. Duan Yingjie thought that Han Xiaohan was bluffing and deliberately delaying time to relieve the serious injuries in his body. He smiled and said, "If the Blood Wolf Group is really nearby, why haven't they appeared yet?"
Han Xiaohan said confidently: "If necessary, they will definitely show up." Duan Yingjie didn't dare to talk nonsense with him. After the fight just now, he had a deep understanding of the strength of his internal strength. His kung fu could no longer be understood with normal thinking. Although he was seriously injured at this time, he was likely to recover in a short time. After thinking about it, his face was straightened, and his hands were as fast as lightning, suddenly pointing to the Zigong point on Han Xiaohan's chest. The Zigong point is located in the middle of the human sternum. Even if it is hit by a punch from an ordinary person, the chest will feel stuffy and it will take a long time to breathe, let alone a top master like Duan Yingjie. Han Xiaohan secretly shuddered and watched the other party's finger point to his chest, but he had no strength in his body. He wanted to dodge in his mind, but his body was out of his control.
When the finger was less than three inches away from Han Xiaohan's chest, a cold lightning suddenly flew out from the dense forest beside him. This lightning was fast and sharp, with an extremely harsh sound of breaking wind.
Duan Yingjie's heart trembled. If he didn't dodge, even if he could point his finger at Han Xiaohan, with the little power he had left, he would never be able to dodge this sudden attack.
Gritting his teeth secretly, he shouted loudly, and had no choice but to retract his two fingers, and turned his palm into a knife, slashing at the lightning. With two consecutive "clangs!" and "cracks!", a shiny, narrow steel knife more than three feet long pierced into the trunk of an old tree, and most of the blade had been sunk into it. Duan Yingjie's body trembled, and the force from the blade made him take three steps. His face changed slightly, and he said inwardly: What a strong skill! Although he consumed too much internal energy, he was able to repel him, which showed that the other party's skill should not be underestimated. He said angrily: "Who is it? Hiding and hiding, hurting people secretly!"
Before he finished speaking, the branches of the bush parted and two people walked out. They were of similar height and dressed exactly the same. They were both dressed in black, with cloaks covering their heads, covering their eyes, and red scarves covering their noses. Except for their noses, the rest of their faces were hidden, and the whole person was shrouded in a mysterious black.
"Blood Wolf Group!" Duan Yingjie was shocked. He never thought that what Han Xiaohan said was actually true. They really came, and the information from the Heavenly Court spies was indeed wrong.
One of them had his hands empty and turned his head towards Han Xiaohan, as if checking his injuries. There was no change in his facial expression, but his eyes hidden in the shadows became brighter and shone with a cold light.
The other man lowered his arms, pointed his long steel knife at the ground, and leaned forward slightly towards Duan Yingjie. He couldn't see his eyes, but the latter could clearly feel that he was being stared at. After a while, the man said in a cold and rigid voice, "Sir, your skills are not bad."
The sound of his voice was like a saw blade cutting glass, piercing people's hearts. Han Xiaohan frowned. Sometimes, even the sound of his voice to the Blood Wolf Group was a little unbearable.
The other party did not give a definite answer, but Duan Yingjie already knew the identities of the two people. He could not help but sigh in his heart, thinking that in his current state, it would be difficult to move Han Xiaohan today.