Chapter 898

In front of a few shared bicycles, there were two shocking gun holes in the body.

Yan Huang felt the wound on his waist and his eyes were cold. The hot blood flowed from his palm.

He doesn't care about this little injury, but he just feels ridiculous. Someone dares to assassinate him, the president of the killer alliance, and hurt him.

He sighed faintly: "it's been too long..."

However, Yanhuang did not have too much pain and struggle, his reason told someone to take his life, or a group of powerful opponents.

He judged that it must be Dai hulang. So far, he also realized that Dai hulang was terrible. He had a lot of secret information and was ambushed by Dai family.

If you don't survive quickly, you will not only be unable to get justice back, but also make yourself here forever.

"Hiss!"

So Yanhuang takes out the dry hemostatic powder for the first time, which can make the blood in the wound dehydrate quickly, form platelets quickly, and coagulate the wound.

The blood rushing out of the wound was just like the Yellow River breaking the dike, and it washed away the blood clot.

But when the hemostatic powder is completely blocked, the blood will become sluggish.

Yanhuang rags his clothes and ties them up, then throws his coat away.

"Bang bang!"

Two more bullets hit the coat!

Yan Huang takes advantage of this opportunity to roll out to another tree. He quickly hides his body in the dark!

"Puff, puff, puff!"

After the guns failed to hit twice, they did not fire any more bullets. It seemed that they were worried that the noise of the guns would be too loud and lead to the police in the next street.

However, the numerous arrows poured in later made Yan Huang's face more dignified.

More than 60 crossbows came whistling, hitting Yan Huang, who was constantly moving. It was as shocking as a weed.

"Yes, yes!"

Then, eighteen axes were thrown over, and the trees with thick bowl mouth fell beside Yan Huang with a crash as the axes kept shooting.

A lot of railings and stones were also hit by the axe, making a clanging sound. The stones splashed around, stinging Yan Huang's cheek.

After turning over four or five somersaults, he stuck to a tree and slid out. He grabbed two crossbows and threw them forward indifferently.

Two lights are fleeting.

"Ah -"

with the two low screams, the two men in grey fell out from behind the tree, shot arrows in their chests and lost their vitality!

Yan Huang flashed out his sword, a meat knife, like a cheetah to the front.

His cold face, in the night, is like a mountain covered by fog, his eyes, more showing endless determination and killing.

Two men in grey who came up from behind to block his way were stabbed by Yanhuang's backhand before they even had a chance to stabilize their feet.

"Plop

Two streams of blood burst out almost at the same time, shining like pearls in the laser light. They fell to the ground with a groan.

They held their throats and waited for death to come.

Yan Huang ignores their life and death and rushes through them with pain in the waist.

then he swung fiercely, touching the grass like a civet cat, and flashing into a Wutong tree.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Almost just dodged, swish, swish, more than ten throwing knives poured over, and several billboards cracked.

The sharp blade makes Yan Huang look dignified.

As his mind turned, he suddenly fell down. His squatting body was just two minutes short, and a knife light waved from the top of his head.

Yan Huang's hair has been shaved off.

He shook his right hand, pushed the sword forward, hooked the revolving Throwing Knife, and then waved it backward without looking at it.

Whoosh, the throwing knife is reflected back like a sharp arrow.

"Well -"

an assailant who was about to catch the knife screamed, covered his chest and flew out.

When a short whistle rings around to block Yanhuang's entrance, a man in black appears in the dark.

He carried a spear on his back and a wine bottle. On the bottle, the word "Maotai" stood out.

He looked at a tree hiding Yanhuang, and a playful smile came from the corner of his mouth: "don't hide. There's no way to go. Let's fight."

"Let me see the style of the president of the killer League. Don't tell you that you are old and can only be a turtle."

Yan Huang heard the spear youth's words, his eyes were cold, and then his left hand trembled and rang with a murderous crisp sound: "OK, I'll show you something."

"After killing you, I'll kill Dai hulang."

He was holding a meat cutter and his eyes were full of murders.

"I want to kill Mr. Dai You have to get out of here alive. "

Spear youth took out a gun from his waist, pointed at Yan Huang flashing out from behind the tree, with a proud smile, and threw out a sentence: "otherwise, it's all nonsense."This sentence is like a signal.

"Rush

The spear young man suddenly pulled the trigger in his hand, and the bullet exploded!

Yan Huang is almost at the same time on the spot a tumble, the same clean, fast and silent.

The bullet failed!

The next second, Yan Huang gets up and pours at the young spear.

"Bang bang!"

Although Yan Huang's body method was strange, he still kept his mind and pulled the trigger from the muzzle.

The firearm in his hand burst into flames and dazzled his eyes, shooting holes in the weak billboards and trees, and splashing a pile of construction waste.

However, although the spear youth calmly fired seven shots, none of them hit Yan Huang's body. Only two shots were passed by wiping his clothes.

Yan Huang, with a similar level to Ye Tianlong, completely tears the bullets from his opponent with speed. Like ghosts, he rises and falls very neatly.

Yan Huang's eyes, cold with the breath of death.

Looking at each other's irregular figure, the spear youth had some regrets on his face. This guy is really powerful. It's time to wait for another group of hands.

But he also knows that Yanhuang won't give himself time to wait, and he won't let himself follow him to the stronghold.

"Dang!"

The distance of more than 20 meters was immediately drawn closer by Yan Huang. Facing the knife stabbed by the laser light, the young spear threw away his gun and pulled out his spear.

A big swing!

The knife and spear collided with each other in an instant, and the loud noise of the sword stimulated people's eardrum.

Yan Huang, who had fallen from mid air, fell to the ground like a rainbow. Standing at the spear youth's original position, he passed a touch of pain in his eyes, but soon suppressed it.

There is no doubt that the brute force involved in the wound.

However, the spear young man fell back and flew out. After three or four meters, he stabilized himself. However, his chest was constantly undulating, causing pain, and his face was slightly surprised.

Yan Huang coldly looking at the opponent: "with you, still can't leave me."

Spear youth light smile: "not necessarily."

"Rush

As soon as the words fell, the young spear fell to his side and lay on the floor.

Yan Huang's face changed and she moved to avoid.