When Han Xiaohan walked into the North Dragon King's camp, at least fifteen people attacked him at the same time. Some jumped into the air to attack, some blocked him with swords, and some rolled on the ground to attack him from three directions. For a moment, fierce lights flashed and murderous auras were overwhelming. Dozens of weapons blocked all of Han Xiaohan's retreat routes.
"Ah! Brother, be careful!" Qin Shuangshuang on the roof saw it clearly and couldn't help but scream out.
Han Xiaohan's heart warmed up when he heard the voice. He filled his arms with energy, and suddenly red and white light emerged from his palms. He bent his ten fingers and suddenly flicked them.
"Hiss--" In an instant, countless sword qi shot out in all directions around him with his body as the center. Half of the invisible sword qi was red, and half was white, with overlapping light and shadow, and a myriad of colors. The sharp sword qi was not something that everyone could resist, at least, it was not something that the dozen people who attacked could resist. "Puff puff puff!" The muffled sound continued, and in the blink of an eye, the field returned to silence, the murderous aura disappeared, and the red and white light also disappeared, as if it had never erupted in the field. Only the dozens of corpses lying on the ground with blood holes all over their bodies reminded everyone present that everything that had just happened was real.
"Sword Qi!" Someone exclaimed, and then people gasped. Puzzled, terrified, and confused eyes surrounded Han Xiaohan who was walking slowly.
Eye contact could not stop Han Xiaohan from moving forward. When he was three steps away from Gu Aotian, no one dared to stop him.
"Now, it's your turn!" Han Xiaohan hated his cunning and attacked him even more ruthlessly. He stretched out his left palm and swung it hard at his neck.
Han Xiaohan used 80% of his strength in this attack. If Gu Aotian was hit, his head would be in danger.
After all, Gu Aotian was one of the four dragon kings, and his kung fu was not in vain. He pulled back in shock, with a panicked look on his face, staggering back five steps, then slipped and fell to the ground.
He fell down at the perfect time, just barely avoiding Han Xiaohan's knife-like hand that was following him like a shadow. A strong wind passed over his head, cutting off a few strands of hair and making his scalp numb.
Gu Aotian let out a strange cry, and without even bothering to stand up, he rolled and crawled, then tumbled backwards. He looked so miserable, not even close to the majesty of a Dragon King.
Han Xiaohan missed the first attack, but he was not willing to let him go easily. He turned quickly and shot to Gu Aotian's side like a flash of lightning. He bent his waist and stretched out his arms to grab the front of his shirt.
When everyone thought that Gu Aotian was doomed, a sinister smile suddenly flashed across his lips. It was a shallow smile, but it still couldn't hide from Han Xiaohan's eyes. He was puzzled and stunned for a moment, and his hands paused. At this moment, Gu Aotian's hand, which had been hidden in his waist, suddenly pulled out, tightly grasping a dark pistol in his hand, pointing the black muzzle at Han Xiaohan's head, and shouted wildly: "Let me see which is faster, your kung fu or the bullet!" Before he finished speaking, his finger had already pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" The sound of gunfire echoed in the empty desert. Those who had fought desperately were shocked and stopped at the same time, turning their heads to look in the direction where the gunfire came from. Those who had not fought opened their mouths wide and stared at Han Xiaohan and Gu Aotian without blinking.