Xiaohun

Chapter 136

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"Dang!" "Kacha!" After a metallic sound, another crisp sound was heard.

The blade, which was a combination of Duan Yingjie's strength, was so powerful. In addition, the blade itself was a precious sword that had been tempered a thousand times. How could the pure steel sword of Blood Wolf Thirteen withstand its sharpness? The tip of the blade pierced his blade, making a crisp sound of metal. Then, the sword could not withstand the force and broke in half. The blade's strength did not decrease, and it pierced Blood Wolf Thirteen's chest. At this time, he wanted to dodge, but it was too late. Besides, he had no intention of dodging, because behind him was Han Xiaohan.

He closed his eyes, ready to use his body to block the knife, even if it meant sacrificing his own life, to save Han Xiaohan.

He was determined to die, but suddenly, he felt a heat in his lower back and an extremely strong heat current rushed into his body. Before he could figure out what was happening, the tip of the knife was already close to him.

Blood Wolf Thirteen grinned, but he did not feel the pain of the knife piercing his skin. He slowly lowered his head to check what was going on, and what he saw was a shocking scene.

The palm-wide, white, shiny blade was suspended in the air in front of his chest, and a faint red light was emanating from his body. It was obvious that the blade was controlled by this faint red light. He turned around in disbelief and met a pair of charming and smiling eyes. Needless to say, the owner of these eyes was Han Xiaohan.

Blood Wolf Thirteen's eyes widened, making people worry about him. If his eyes were to widen any further, their eyeballs would almost pop out. He asked in surprise, "Brother, are you...are you okay?"

It would be strange if nothing happened! Han Xiaohan nodded with a smile, his mouth moved slightly, and he squeezed out a few words: "I won't die!"

Hearing his voice, not only Blood Wolf Thirteen, but also the other twelve Blood Wolves breathed a sigh of relief. But everyone could not imagine that Han Xiaohan's actual situation was not as bad as it seemed, and now, his actual situation was not as good as it seemed. In order to save Blood Wolf Thirteen, he had to stop repairing the meridians, transfer the hard-earned true energy to Blood Wolf Thirteen, and use the internal energy to help him take Duan Yingjie's knife. You know, when treating internal injuries, the most feared thing is to be disturbed, and even more afraid of giving up halfway and using the true energy recklessly. In this way, at the least, you will go crazy, and at the worst, you may hurt someone's life. Seeing the thirteen Blood Wolves relieved at the same time, he could only smile bitterly in secret, and no longer had the strength to speak.

At this time, the Blood Wolf Group remembered the culprit Duan Yingjie, turned around and looked, but the field was empty and there was no trace of him.

It turned out that the moment he threw the knife, regardless of whether the knife would hurt Han Xiaohan in the end, he took advantage of the distraction of the twelve Blood Wolves who were besieging him, used his superior body skills, and escaped.

"What a pity, he got away!" Blood Wolf No. 1 stomped his feet lightly, feeling unwilling.

Han Xiaohan secretly thought that he was lucky. If Duan Yingjie hadn't left, it would have been hard to say who would win in the end! His mind went blank as he relaxed, and he collapsed powerlessly.

"Brother—" Seeing him fall from the tree hole to the ground, the Blood Wolf Group finally felt something was wrong. They all stepped forward to feel Han Xiaohan's breath. There was no temperature. If his heart was not beating, no one would believe that he was still alive. Blood Wolf No. 1 was anxious but not confused. He calmly judged the current situation and said decisively: "Clear all the people in the Heavenly Court. We have to take Xiaohan back to Xi'an immediately!" After hearing this, everyone silently grabbed their swords, walked out of the woods, came to the road, and rushed into the chaotic battlefield where the battle was in full swing.