Han Xiaohan was in mid-air, with nowhere to exert his strength, no way to dodge, no way to avoid. When the three opponents, including the middle-aged man, thought that he would be injured, they heard a crisp sound of "clang" and a series of sparks exploded in the dark night sky. wWw. QuAnBen-XIaoShuo. cOM The middle-aged man's arm shook, and he felt numbness in his palm. He secretly said that it was not good, and he quickly retreated. When he looked up again, he saw Han Xiaohan floating to the ground, with a shining short knife in his hand, which was shrouded in layers of cold air. The blade was black and faintly emitted a blue light.
"What a nice knife!" The thin middle-aged man stared at the Frost in his hand and exclaimed in admiration.
Han Xiaohan didn't have time to talk nonsense with him. He stretched out his arm, pointed the tip of the knife at the middle-aged man, lowered his head, and secretly accumulated energy in his body.
The murderous aura spread from him. It was an invisible but terrifying aura that made people feel its real presence. Even the sparrows resting on the branches beside the road more than ten meters away felt its presence and flew away in fright. The thin middle-aged man clenched the soft sword in his hand. He knew that the opponent was going to make a decisive move. Although Han Xiaohan was not very old, his kung fu was terrifyingly high. The middle-aged man was proud that his kung fu was first-class. There were very few people in the world who could make him feel scared. But today, facing Han Xiaohan, a boy under 20 years old, he was sweating on his face, and his confidence was reduced by more than half.
Less than five seconds after the pause, Han Xiaohan suddenly opened his eyes. For a moment, he didn't even notice that his eyes actually emitted two red lights. He twisted his body, the knife in front, the man behind, the human heart and the knife soul merged into one, and rushed towards the thin middle-aged man with the knife. He was several meters away in the blink of an eye, and the blade pointed directly at the opponent's throat. The middle-aged man had secretly prepared himself and was ready to go, but the icy air from Han Xiaohan's body and knife, which was as cold as a mountain pressing down on his head, still made him pause. When masters fight, a change in their eyes or a wandering mind can become a fatal gap. How could Han Xiaohan let him go? He shouted secretly and poured all his energy into the frost. Suddenly, the frost emitted a deep blue light, which gathered on the tip of the knife, as if it were real, as if the blade had suddenly grown five inches.
The thin middle-aged man uttered a cry, tilted his neck hard, and at the same time thrust out a sword, hoping to block the opponent's attack.
Han Xiaohan didn't even try to dodge, his body didn't change, and his knife didn't change its momentum. "Swish!" "Chi!" With two soft sounds, the two figures that had touched each other separated.
The thin middle-aged man rushed to the side for several meters, and touched his neck with his hand. His hand was sticky and bloody. "Ah!" He screamed, and without caring about anything else, he jumped onto the wall beside the road, and disappeared in the thick black with a few leaps. He fled in a panic, and the other two men in black didn't have the courage to fight again. They looked at each other, and didn't even have the courage to look at Han Xiaohan. They turned around and ran back at the same time in tacit understanding.
Han Xiaohan wounded the middle-aged man's neck with a knife, but the opponent's soft sword also cut a two-inch long cut on his arm.
He could have dodged the sword, but after dodging it, his sword would have difficulty hurting the opponent. Moreover, the middle-aged man was a master, and his unexpected sword could only be effective once against him. If he continued to fight, even if he could win, it would probably not be resolved in a short time. In order to end the battle quickly, he had to use a strategy of injuring one in exchange for another.