Chapter 368

Zhao Jianhao, the leader, took a butterfly knife from his waist.

This kind of butterfly knife is not used by local ruffians and hooligans to frighten people. It is a sharp blade that can even pierce steel plate with a fine forging.

Han Zhen's face remains the same, even though these people are armed with hot weapons. In front of Han Zhen, still not enough to see.

Not to mention this kind of dagger.

Although Han Zhen's Guiyuan spirit has not even reached the level of Xiaocheng, the weapons to block this level are completely enough!

Although Zhao Jianhao is a young man, he is already in his twenties and twenties. He is far taller than Han Zhen and a head higher than Han Zhen.

He stabbed directly at Han Zhen's neck!

Zhao Jianhao's face showed a few ferocious.

It's just a dead hand!

As Zhao Jianhao said, they... Have a rotten life!

Han Zhen see Zhao Jianhao's action, understand Zhao Jianhao is the next dead hand, Han Zhen eyes cold.

Before Zhao Jianhao's dagger was added to his body, Han Zhen's right hand poked out like lightning.

His hand did not attack Zhao Jianhao.

It's a dagger that catches each other.

People were shocked because normal people didn't even have time to avoid the dagger. How could they take the initiative to grasp the sharp dagger?

Zhao Jianhao laughs: "seek death!"

Zhao Jianhao naturally knew the sharpness of his dagger. As long as he made a little effort, he could cut off all four fingers of Han Zhen's right hand.

It seems that the young man is just a little stronger, but unfortunately, he has no experience of fighting.

Zhao Jianhao grasped his right arm directly with his left hand, and the muscles of his two arms immediately swelled layer upon layer.

The high muscles show Zhao Jianhao's extraordinary strength.

At the same time, the two forces work together to drive the dagger in Zhao Jianhao's hand.

Cut it off!

"Hiss!" Everyone took a cold breath, some people can't bear to look directly at it!

Afraid to see four bloody fingers on the ground.

But Han Zhen's face remained unchanged.

"It's a good knife!" Han Zhen light said.

He had a slight force in his right hand.

For Han Zhen's current strength, it's just a little power.

In everyone's panic eyes, Han Zhen holds the blade of the dagger and directly pulls out the butterfly knife from Zhao Jianhao's hand.

Hiss!

Click!

Zhao Jianhao screamed, holding his right hand.

And people have seen that Zhao Jianhao's hands have become bloody, and most of the muscles in his palm have been torn, and the blood flows out of his hands quickly.

Han zhentan holds the dagger and opens his hand. The sharp butterfly knife lies quietly in his hand.

And his delicate palm, but there is no trace of being cut.

Even if he clenched the blade!

There was a strange contrast in the hearts of all the people.

"You are not hurt at all!" Zhao Jianhao is unbelievable.

And Han Zhen just flicked the butterfly knife in his hand.

"Unfortunately, it's still too bad!" Butterfly knife is good for these ordinary people. But for Han Zhen, it's still too bad.

Han Zhen rubbed his hands gently.

The delicate palm, facing the hard dagger, pressed down effortlessly!

Everyone's pupils contract immediately.

In Han Zhen's palm, there was a squeaking sound.

An incredible idea arose in the hearts of all the people.

But Han Zhen just lightly throws out the dagger in his hand.

But the sharp dagger has become an iron ball.

Everyone took a cold breath and exclaimed!