Although facing a strong enemy, Han Xiaohan still heard every word of Han Chengxin's conversation, and he was excited. From that moment on, he truly understood what friends and brothers were. Www,QuanBen-XiaoShuo,cOM'My brothers are fighting hard in front, but I am sitting back and enjoying the fruits of their labor. It would be better to kill me with a knife.' Xu Guoliang's words were also firmly engraved in his heart. At the climax of the fight, he suddenly laughed, scaring the two men in black. They were puzzled and thought to themselves, "Are you sick?"
When Han Chengxin and others were about to approach the three people, Han Xiaohan suddenly increased his strength and exerted the maximum energy in his body.
The Frost Blade seemed to sense the desire in its master's heart and became excited. It released a strong chill, and the cold wind instantly surrounded the three people. Even Han Chengxin and his men who were about to approach felt the cold current coming. In the midsummer weather, they seemed to be trapped in an ice cellar, and their clothes, which were originally sticky with sweat, seemed to be frozen stiff.
Han Xiaohan shouted, and slashed with his sword with all his strength. There was no fancy moves, just a simple move, but the speed was so fast that it was beyond imagination.
The two men in black only saw Han Xiaohan raise the knife, but before he swung it, the clothes on their chests were cut open, followed by flesh, and then bones.
The three figures stopped moving, and the mist disappeared. Han Xiaohan's hands were empty. He turned sideways, looked up at the sky, and moved his lips slightly, muttering something. No one saw how he put away his knife, let alone where his knife was hidden. The two men in black no longer had their daggers in their hands, because the swords had fallen to the ground. Their faces were dull. They lowered their heads and touched the blood on their chests, then looked at Han Xiaohan in disbelief. The tall man in black asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"
Han Xiaohan remained motionless, still looking at the dark sky, and sighed lightly.
Zhang Han looked up and was surprised to find that the leaves around the place where the three people fought were actually covered with a layer of light white frost. How could there be frost in the middle of summer? ! He was far away and did not feel the cold air released by the Frost Blade. He rolled his eyes and laughed, "You two haven't even heard of Han Xiaohan, who was 'a night of frost all over the sky'?!"
"One night, Xiaohan, frost all over the sky, Han Xiaohan, I remember... it..." The short man in black said this incoherently, and then fell straight down. When his body touched the ground, people could even hear the sound of bones breaking. Blood flowed out from under the man in black, dyeing the grass red and the eyes of everyone red.
"Han Xiaohan, why... why didn't you kill me?" The tall man in black asked suspiciously, covering the wound on his chest with his hand. His wound was serious, but not fatal. He was not stupid enough to think that the other party missed and didn't kill him. Han Xiaohan finally withdrew his gaze from the sky and said calmly: "I think my friend may have something to ask you."
The tall man in black looked at Han Chengxin and others standing beside him, and burst into laughter until tears came out of his eyes. He shook his head and said proudly: "My friend, you underestimate me too much. My brother is dead, why should I live in disgrace? Remember, the blood of Heaven will not be shed in vain, someone will come back to settle this blood debt with you! Heaven created all things, Heaven..." Before he finished speaking, without waiting for everyone to react, he grabbed his own throat with his hand, and exerted force with his five fingers. With two crisp "crackling" sounds, he actually crushed his throat.