Six people fell to the ground, shocking the other seven people, and the knives in their hands also stopped moving.
The pause lasted less than a second, but for Han Xiaohan, it was enough.
He slammed the sand with one hand, causing the dust to fly up. He used the force to leap up and in a blink of an eye he was out of the encirclement of the seven people.
Besides, Luo Kai and his men were few in number and weak in strength, and could not resist the large numbers of Sanhu, who attacked them wave after wave. Both sides suffered casualties on the ladder, and they did not hold out for long before they lost the city. Sanhu led his men to rush to the top of the city wall, stepping on the corpses, and engaged in a hand-to-hand fight with Chen Hai and Chen Shi.
This battle could only be described as brutal. Sanhu had strong bones, and was hard to be injured by swords and knives. He was also very strong. If he was hit by his fists, his bones would be broken at best, and he would die at worst. In a moment, no less than five or six people were killed or injured by him. Chen Shizhi looked at him with wide eyes, and his eyes were about to burst. He dodged the oncoming knife and lowered his body to half a foot in front of the opponent. At the same time, he stabbed the man in the chest with his knife. Crack! The man heard the sound of his sternum breaking, and then his heart felt numb and he died.
Chen Shi used all his strength to stab the man with his five fingers, which were like a knife, piercing through his heart. He did not rush to pull out his hand, but rushed towards Sanhu with the man's body in his hand.
Sanhu didn't notice Chen Shi. He had just thrown a man's head out of the city. He was laughing wildly with his head tilted back when he saw one of his own men stepping backwards unnaturally. He was stunned for a moment and asked suspiciously, "Erbiao, what's wrong with you?"
No one answered; the dead naturally couldn't speak. Chen Shi remained silent, bent over, and with his other hand he had already pulled out the steel knife, pressing it against the corpse's lower abdomen, and quickened his pace.
"Are you possessed by evil spirits, kid?" Er Biao had already approached him, but there was still no reaction. Sanhu was furious and slapped him hard on the back of the head, yelling and cursing.
Er Biao was not possessed by evil spirits, but was stabbed. A bloody knife tip pierced his back, and San Hu was caught off guard. The knife hit him squarely in the abdomen.
Chen Shi was overjoyed, but before a smile could even appear on his face, it turned into surprise.
The tip of the knife stabbed into Sanhu's lower abdomen, as if it was stabbing into a steel plate. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't get any deeper. Sanhu laughed strangely and shouted, "Chen Shi, you are far inferior to me! Your third grandfather played this trick several years ago!" As he spoke, he raised his fist and punched Erbiao's body from behind.
"Bang!" Sanhu punched the corpse and Chen Shi, and they were thrown three meters away before they fell to the ground. Chen Shi kicked the corpse away, stood up swiftly, and looked at the other party with surprise. Sanhu patted his belly and sneered, "Haven't you heard about the martial arts of the third grandfather?" He glanced at the steel knife in Chen Shi's hand and said arrogantly, "You want to hurt me with just this broken thing? You underestimate me! Haha..."
"Then try again!" Chen Shi leaped up to Sanhu and stabbed him three times, taking out his eyes and throat.
Sanhu ignored it and just blocked it casually with his arm. The three knives only left three small white spots on his arm. At the same time, he grabbed Chen Shi's shoulder with his big hand and threw him out with a shake.
"Bang!" Chen Shi flipped in the air, fell five or six meters away, and landed heavily on the ground. His bones seemed to be shaken apart, and he couldn't get up for a long time.