On each of his shoulders, a shocking hole appeared, and blood spurted out and flowed all over the ground.
"Broken your arms is just a lesson. If it was ten years ago, you would still be alive!" The elegant old man looked kind and amiable, but his moves were vicious enough. He easily broke Sanhu's two arm tendons, and his arms were completely disabled. But the old man spoke as if he was extremely kind.
The prison guards in Longcheng do not have a high status in the eyes of the prisoners, and people are not afraid of them, but there are still a few people in Longcheng who are feared by even the four dragon kings. Although they never kill people, it does not mean that they will not hurt people. If you mess with them, you will be crippled for life or be skinned. These people are not young, at least over 70 years old, guarding the reservoir for many years. It is precisely because of their presence that the prisoners can still abide by their duties and dare not cross the line. The elegant old man who saved Qin Shuangshuang is one of them.
Outside the city. "Do you want to fight again?" Han Xiaohan asked calmly, looking down at the foot-long wound on his chest with a spear in hand.
Of the Thirteen Blood Wolves, only seven are still able to fight. However, Han Xiaohan was seriously injured, which rekindled their remaining confidence.
"Today, there must be a result!" The seven people were in sync and attacked Han Xiaohan from three directions at the same time.
Seven black shadows leaped high into the air, and gravel on the ground flew everywhere, forming a dark yellow sand wall behind them, which rushed towards Han Xiaohan.
Han Xiaohan was shocked, not because of the Blood Wolf Group's attack, but because of the sand wall around them. The sand wall was at least a hundred meters high, as if it was connected to the sky, dark and dense, with a deafening whistle mixed with the sharp and piercing rustling sound of sand rubbing against each other. The desert storm finally arrived.
Countless thoughts surged in Han Xiaohan's mind. If he retreated, he could avoid the attack of the Blood Wolf Group and escape from the storm. Of course, this was the best way. If he attacked, he was confident that he could hurt the Blood Wolf Group, but he would also be baptized by the storm. He couldn't tell whether he could escape. With his mind surging, he made a decision that even he himself found inexplicable. He raised his true energy and stomped his foot on the ground. Han Xiaohan shot at the seven Blood Wolfs like an arrow from a string. The silver spear in his hand shook, "clang clang clang", knocking away five swords. The other two swords that stabbed his lower abdomen and throat were out of reach of the long spear. He was in mid-air, and he took another breath, keeping his body still in the air, with his toes straightened, and kicked the sword that stabbed his lower abdomen away with a flying kick, but he couldn't avoid the sword that was coming to his throat. Since he couldn't avoid it, he had to minimize the damage. Han Xiaohan twisted his body and leaned back with all his strength. "Puff!" The sword didn't pierce his throat but was deeply nailed into the gap between his shoulder bones. The force of this sword was too great, shattering his protective aura, and pierced through his body from the front, with the tip of the sword sticking out from his back. A drop of blood fell from the air, dripping on the sand, and a puff of green smoke emerged. Han Xiaohan didn't wait for the other party to draw his sword, but stretched out his arm to grab his wrist, and exerted his strength. The man cried out, and his palm suddenly lost consciousness. Han Xiaohan took advantage of the situation to grab the other party's clothes, and stepped on the man's knees with his legs. With a fulcrum, he was finally able to take a deep breath in mid-air, and once again gathered all his energy, and shot diagonally forward, throwing out the spear at the same time.