He had not had many friends since he was a child, so Han Xiaohan understood the value of friends. When a friend was ruthlessly killed or even killed in such a despicable way that people could not tolerate it, it was undoubtedly cutting his flesh and drinking his blood. When he took the first step into the Red Ant Bar, he had already formed an indissoluble hatred with the Heavenly Court. When he came out of the bar, he made a vow in his heart that as long as he was alive, he would use the blood of the Heavenly Court to wash away their sins.
Han Xiaohan is a person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. When he decides to do something, no matter if the sky falls or the earth collapses, even if the whole world is frozen, it can't extinguish the fire in his heart. Han Xiaohan and his knife are exactly the opposite of him. When he sets out, everyone within a few meters around him can feel the pressing cold current, which only starts but never ends.
Five young men in suits attacked at almost the same time and from different angles, mixed with a few men.
Han Xiaohan casually raised his left hand, drew an arc in the air, and flicked his fingers at the same time. With two crisp "ding ding" sounds, two flying knives rolled back one after another.
The flying knife went away quickly and came back even faster. Two of the five people screamed and hurriedly dodged the oncoming dagger, but their movement was blocked and the momentum of the knife also stopped.
The other three were surprised, but they did not slow down their movements. In the blink of an eye, the three knife tips were less than two inches in front of Han Xiaohan. The three of them secretly cheered at the same time, with their faces showing joy. With such a close distance and the speed of their attacks, even a god would find it difficult to dodge. Han Xiaohan was not a god, but he dodged it. He took two steps to the right and at the same time raised his toes to hook up the corpse of the middle-aged man on the ground, whose blood was still wet, and bounced it into the air, just in front of him. The three sharp knives that came quickly stabbed the corpse at the same time.
No one expected Han Xiaohan to use such a strange move, which was beyond the expectations of the three young men. He used too much force, and the entire hair was pierced into the corpse. It would take at least one second to pull it out. One second is nothing for ordinary people, and it passes in the blink of an eye. But when fighting with a master, one second is enough to decide the life and death of both parties.
Han Xiaohan drew his sword, an ordinary strike, but it was enough to decide the life or death of both parties.
Behind the first few dozen people, there was a corridor that was 30 meters long, with more than a hundred people standing on both sides. These people were dressed in the same uniform, and were all under 30 years old. They all held silver swords in their hands, which were cold and domineering. At the end of the corridor was a huge square hall of more than 200 square meters, decorated with golden windows. A middle-aged man with a white face and a gentle appearance, with his legs folded, was nearly 40 years old and sat sideways on it, holding a goblet in his hand. He was in a very leisurely state. Han Xiaohan's appearance did not attract his attention at all. In his eyes, there was only good wine and a mature, beautiful, and hot girl kneeling on the ground next to the chair. Behind him, a whole wall was painted golden, with a golden dragon with bared fangs and claws, flying in the clouds, and "Heaven and Earth" and "Court Strategy for All Living Beings" were engraved on the left and right, and "Heaven" was written in the middle. The magnificent momentum and luxurious decoration made people feel like returning to the ancient royal palace.
Han Xiaohan was nearly a hundred meters away from the man. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Wei Yihang?" His voice was not loud, but it was forced out by strong internal strength. Everyone present could hear it clearly.