The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with surprise, and he immediately closed his mouth wisely.
Everything was caused by Mr. Wu. Han Xiaohan didn't understand why he did this, and asked, "It was you who led Tianting to the Red Ant Bar and killed Brother Han and others. I only ask you one question, why did you do this? You used to be good friends." "People always want to go higher!" The middle-aged man said in a gloomy voice, "In today's martial arts world, there are many gangs and forces, and only Tianting stands alone, standing tall among the crowd. Being able to join it is the dream of many people in the world, and I am also one of them. I have no clue to join the gang, and I happened to learn that the leader of Tianting is very interested in the Eight Kirin Oracles, and Han Chengxin happened to have a ** map of the Eight Kirin Oracles. I just followed the trend of the times and went with the flow."
"Despicable!" Han Xiaohan shook his hair, his red and white eyes were like two sharp blades piercing his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "For this, you can betray your friends? Just for this, it would be too much if you die a hundred times." As he said that, he turned his wrist and pointed the frost at Mr. Wu's throat. Before he could draw his knife, the cold air had already given the latter goose bumps.
Mr. Wu's heart trembled, and he hurriedly pulled Deng Ting back and hid behind the few remaining black-clothed men who came out with him. Still feeling uneasy, he pulled Deng Ting in front of him, locked her delicate and smooth neck with his right hand, and sneered, "You can kill me, but this woman will be buried with me!"
Being used as a shield and pushed into the edge of a knife, Deng Ting's pretty face did not rise or fall, her eyes were dead without any fluctuation. She was still alive, but her heart was dead. When she watched Han Chengxin being cut to death by the knife, her heart was already dead.
Han Xiaohan's heart was bleeding. He turned away, not having the heart to look at Deng Ting's eyes.
Wei Yihang had had enough. Although he was vicious and cunning, he was a self-righteous man. He despised Mr. Wu's rogue and despicable behavior. Staying with him for one more second would make him feel it was a torment. We must fight quickly! When Han Xiaohan turned his head and was distracted, he attacked with 21 swords as fast as lightning, blocking all his retreat routes. The sword moves were real and fake, and the sword shadows overlapped, making it difficult to distinguish which one was real and which one was fake.
There was nothing exquisite about Han Xiaohan's swordsmanship, and he didn't even have any moves. He did whatever he wanted, and all he cared about was speed. But his body movements were definitely rare in the world.
He reacted extremely quickly and was as slippery as a loach. No one expected that he would be able to escape from the dense network of sword shadows. At the same time, he counterattacked with fifteen swords.
Wei Yihang shouted sincerely: "Okay!" He held his sword horizontally to block, and the two men fought back and forth.
At the beginning, everyone around could still tell who was who, but later, all they saw were the flashing of swords and the swirling of energy. The two figures merged into a ball, forming a huge black fog, making it difficult to tell who was who.
Only the occasional sound of swords clashing could remind everyone that two top masters were fighting a desperate battle before their eyes.
The energy was getting stronger and stronger, forcing everyone to retreat. Mr. Wu was more and more frightened as he watched, and cold sweat broke out on his head. He was very good at disguise and his skills were not bad, but compared with top masters like Han Xiaohan and Wei Yihang, there was still some gap. Seeing the two of them fighting so hard that it was hard to tell who was better, he was worried that if Wei Yihang got lost, his life would be in danger. Thinking of this, he rolled his eyes and shouted, "Han Xiaohan!" At the same time, he slowly moved his hand that was holding Deng Ting down, flicked his fingertips, and the buttons on her clothes flew off. He unbuttoned the two buttons on Deng Ting's chest, and suddenly, a large area of snow-white skin was exposed, and a corner of the milky white breasts inside appeared, unable to cover the plump and upright body, which made the men in black look back sideways, their eyes fixed, and they swallowed their saliva secretly, forgetting the fight in front of them for a while.