Han Huanzhi's left hand did not leave his back, and the wound was there, so he had no time to bandage it, but if he did nothing, he would soon lose his strength. That was the key point. The enemy could not give him time to bandage it. He was so close to death, and the enemy seemed to be able to see what his death looked like.

So his left hand kept pinching the wound. How cruel is that?

Guan Rou stumbled forward, everyone was besieging Han Huanzhi, but no one on her side came to care. The heavy blows she suffered on her forehead made her unable to wake up until now. She continued to move forward with a wave of dry retching, walking posture, and being full of courage in a mess.

She arrived outside the crowd besieging Han Huanzhi and screamed, like a lioness.

The sword stabbed into the enemy's back waist in front of her. The moment the sword tip was stabbed in, blood gushed out. She turned the hilt of the sword hideously. The enemy in front of her wanted to turn around but couldn't turn around. She swept her hand back a few times and finally fell down.

She drew her sword and fell to the ground. She saw a piece of feet in front of her, so she waved her sword and chopped around. The people in front of her started to wail. Some of her ankles were swept away, and some of her calfs were swept away. They fell to the ground, and then noticed the madman.

So someone rushed over and pressed on Guan Rou, and his hands slammed her neck hard. Soon, Guan Rou's eyes began to turn white... Her long sword pierced into the heart of the person above. Because of insufficient strength, the sword slowly pierced in. The man's expression became solidified bit by bit and then fell on her. Guan Rou tried her best to struggle, but failed.

Someone grabbed her ankle and pulled her out, stepped on her belly, and bent Guan Rou upwards, and then curled up. The man grabbed Guan Rou's long hair and pulled her up. The knife held in his other hand stabbed her toward Guan Rou's heart. The moment the knife was about to pierce through his heart, Guan Rou grabbed the blade and blood flowed down her hand. The man was furious and wanted to withdraw the knife. Guan Rou raised her head and bit the man's arm, and bit off a large piece of meat.

The furious enemy threw Guan Rou out. His calf was swept away by a sword before, and he staggered over. The knife was chopped towards Guan Rou's neck. This knife would definitely separate the heads when it hit the ground.

Guan Rou's sword stabbed into the enemy's lower abdomen slightly faster than the knife. She tried her best to turn over. With the help of the power of turning over, the sword turned around the man's lower abdomen. The man fell to her side, and the knife chopped to the ground, and her long hair was cut off.

She gasped and had no strength to stand up anymore. She turned her head and looked at the crowd, thinking about crawling over.

The people surrounded her layer by layer. She couldn't see Han Huanzhi, but occasionally she could see the sword light that exploded in the gaps of the crowd... Han Huanzhi's sword was very soft, so the sword moves were very unique and the killing was very fast.

A sword flower shook out of his sword, and a blood hole exploded on the neck of the enemy in front of him. The artery was pierced, and blood gushed out like a waterfall. The man raised his hands to cover his neck, but could not block the blood flow.

Han Huanzhi seemed to have not left where he was standing just now. The people around him slapped one by one like a tide. His sword lit up among the crowd, so people fell to the ground one by one. In just a short moment, the bodies falling around him had been laid out, and the bodies were constantly laid out, which made him look like he was repairing a well. A circle of them was filled with the well walls piled up with corpses, and he stood at the bottom of the well.

The corpse was knocked open to a gap. Yang Dongyuan, who was rushing towards him with gritted teeth, stabbed the long knife at Han Huanzhi's heart. Han Huanzhi's long sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, perfect and fast. The sword edge cut off Yang Dongyuan's wrist. The long knife and hand fell down. His broken arm stabbed Han Huanzhi, but it was meaningless.

Han Huanzhi stabbed the enemy close to him with a sword. When he returned from collecting the sword, the hilt of the sword hit Yang Dongyuan's temple. The temple on this side faded, but the temple on the other side seemed to bulge out.

Yang Dongyuan's eyes suddenly stiffened, and soon their eyes turned red.

The fallen people were not special, just one of the many corpses, no one would care. Han Huanzhi didn't care, and Yang Dongyuan's companions didn't care. They were already crazy. At this moment, they seemed to be unable to see death and did not know how to fear. Only by cutting Han Huanzhi's head off would they be satisfied. Raising Han Huanzhi's head in the heavy rain should be a feat.

The rain is still falling, and the blood makes the ground even more muddy.

King Lu was unknown where, but the last two black cavalry beside Han Huanzhi fell down. They tried their best to fight until the last moment.

Han Huanzhi didn't look at them. He couldn't distract himself or save them. At this moment, Han Huanzhi seemed ruthless because he didn't want more than a dozen black knight soldiers to die in vain to protect him. He allowed himself to live longer to be worthy of his subordinates. He pressed the wound on his waist with his left hand, and the long sword in his right hand kept stabbing, sweeping, and chopping. The soft sword could wrap around a person's neck. When the sword left, there was a blood mark on his neck.

Suddenly, his sword fell into nothing.

The surroundings became slightly brighter, and the rain washed his brocade clothes, and the crackling sound became so loud. Han Huanzhi was slightly stunned, and then he realized that the sound of the rain became so loud because the shouts of killing around him had disappeared.

The ground was full of corpses.

He actually killed everyone. To estimate it roughly, at least one hundred,607 people fell around his body. At the beginning, the corpses around his body fell down like building a well. Later, the enemy rushed to the corpse and chopped him down. He assassinated the enemy who had climbed up. The body rolled down and was trampled under his feet. Gradually, he was no longer building a well, but piled up a small hill.

When the surroundings became bright and shouts of killing disappeared, Han Huanzhi realized that he was standing on the pile of corpses, and the height under his feet was about as high as one person.

He walked down from the pile of corpses with difficulty and looked at the place where King Lu's body fell to the side. He didn't know when he died. His neck was cut open and his blood vessels were exposed outside. A man stood there trembling, looking really scared. Han Huanzhi could still recognize that it was Princess Xin. Then he noticed that King Xin was also lying next to King Lu's body. King Xin was also lying on his back and tilted his head to King Lu's side, and blood flowed out of his mouth.

They are brothers.

King Xin's eyes kept looking at King Lu, and his eyes were full of hope, hoping for a miracle to happen.

"Yesterday I laughed at you not like the Li family."

King Xin smiled and looked at King Lu's face: "You look like me, you are a man."

Han Huanzhi did not pass by, and he walked to Guan Rou. Guan Rou fell into a coma. Han Huanzhi squatted down with difficulty to see if Guan Rou still had a breath. At this time, another carriage came in outside the farm gate in the distance. The carriage was parked not far away. A middle-aged man with a strong figure came down from the carriage with an umbrella. He was not in a hurry, and he was still interested in stopping next to Han Huanzhi's carriage and looking at it.

“It’s really luxurious.”

The middle-aged man raised the umbrella slightly to reveal his face. Han Huanzhi seemed to be confused when he saw that face.

“We don’t know each other yet.”

The middle-aged man holding an umbrella walked forward, passing by Han Huazhi's carriage.

"My name is Qianhuang. Although I don't know you, you should have heard my name. After all, more than 20 years ago, the people from the Tingwei Mansion chased me and I was like a betrayal dog. At that time, I didn't think about whether I could kill you one day, but I just thought that one day I could sleep peacefully without being chased. It was so difficult."

Han Huanzhi stood up with difficulty and didn't say anything.

He led Huang through the carriage and got closer and closer to Han Huanzhi.

"I didn't expect you to last for so long. There are nearly 200 people in this farm. You killed so many of them alone and didn't die yet. Why are you so difficult to die?"

Qian Huang shook his head: "It's really hard to understand... I thought you would die when you got a knife in the back."

Han Huanzhi suddenly smiled: "Is my carriage good?"

As soon as he stopped, he looked back at the carriage.

A knife arrived in the carriage.

The knife cracked the yellow-headed head and his body. The knife did not land, but cut a straight line on the ground. At that moment, it seemed that the rain was divided into two by the knife. For a moment, Han Huanzhi even felt that the straight line slashed by the knife would extend to his side and split himself into two pieces.

The carriage door was broken, and there was a man sitting in the carriage.

A person who cannot move will be very tired and hard to walk a few steps. If he is asked to use a knife while walking, he may lose his strength if he can't go far, so he can only sit in the carriage.

When Guan Rou returned to the carriage, she saw this man, so she was shocked. Then she understood why Lord Han asked her to return to the carriage. There was this person in the carriage, which was the safest place. Not long after the man was seriously injured, his hair turned much white, and his name also contained the word "white hair".

The sword demon Yu white hair.

When Han Huanzhi was besieged by Guan Rou climbed out of the carriage and looked back at Yu Baifa. Yu Baifa just shook his head slightly. It was not that he didn't want to go out, but that Han Huanzhi said that he couldn't go out and he had to wait.

Besides, after he went out, he couldn't even avoid a crossbow arrow.

He only has the power of a knife.

After one knife, it was like a useless person.

Yu Baifa sat in the carriage, and the car door was broken. He saw Han Huanzhi standing in the rain and there was only apology in his eyes. It would be great if he was still the original Yu Baifa. With his strength, he would join forces with Han Huanzhi, not to mention two hundred people in this farm, he could kill them completely.

"Are you dead?"

Yu Baifa asked.

Han Huanzhi shook her head: "If you don't die, you can't die."

Yu Baifa said, "Then I have to pay for your car door... Is it expensive?"

Han Huanzhi answered seriously: "It's so expensive."

Yu Baifa looked at his exhausted look and sighed slightly: "It's so expensive."
Chapter completed!