His heart had been completely stabbed and he could no longer survive.
Han Luo dropped his head, and his arms drooped feebly, as if he had lost his life.
Tang Hu's face turned pale, and he stared blankly at this scene, his eyes full of despair.
"It's over, it's all over..."
Tang Jiajun was shaken all over, and endless fear enveloped his whole body.
"I have seen people who are not afraid of death, but I have never seen anyone who is not afraid of death."
"Humph, you're just an ant who overestimates your capabilities!"
Several people suddenly pulled out their daggers.
Blood spurted out from Han Luo's figure, he staggered, and then stood on the spot, completely lifeless.
The four of them looked at Tang Hu and walked over together.
But at this critical moment, Han Luo, who was motionless and seemed to be dead, suddenly raised his head, threw away the sword in his hand, and struck the four people fiercely.
"What?"
The four of them felt the killing intent, their breaths trembled, and they had no time to react.
Poof!
Han Luoti's sword was seen drawing a full moon and instantly passed through the necks of four people.
The four of them suddenly froze and looked at Han Luo with wide eyes, their pupils filled with disbelief!
At the last moment of his life, Han Luo actually used up his last strength to kill them.
"you...."
One person opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but a large amount of blood was already spurting out from his neck.
Then all four of their heads slipped from their necks, fell to the ground, and rolled several times.
"Dead! Dead!"
Tang Hu was extremely excited.
Tang Jiajun was scared and happy, almost crying: "Dad, we are saved! We are saved!"
Lin Yang was quite surprised. He glanced at the four headless corpses, frowned slightly, and walked towards Han Luo.
Han Luo held the sword with one hand to support his body while speaking weakly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Luo closed his eyes and died completely.
Lin Yang sighed, took out the Hongmeng Dragon Needle, and stabbed Han Luo on it.
Han Luo, who had just expired, suddenly opened his eyes and started breathing heavily again.
"What?"
Tang Jiajun was stunned.
Tang Hu disagreed.
He had seen Lin Yang's methods.
This man's medical skills are beyond the understanding of ordinary people.
"I...I'm still alive?"
When Han Luo came back to his senses, he felt that his body felt no pain, and he was immediately shocked.
"Of course you are alive because I am here."
Lin Yang took out a few pills from his body and threw them away.
"Your performance is barely up to standard. I allow you to go to the front line. You can go to the side to heal your injuries first. I will take care of the rest."
"Yes, Lin Shuai!"
Han Luo stepped aside with the pill and stuffed it into his mouth.
Although his lifeline was restored, his injuries had not yet recovered, and he was unable to fight anymore.
After the elixir entered his abdomen, Han Luo's injuries were mostly stabilized.
His heart trembled violently.
"Is this the medical skill of Long Shuai? I am obviously dead, but under Lin Shuai's few silver needles and pills, I feel almost recovered."
"Shuai Lin...it's so scary!"
Han Luo looked at Lin Yang with wide eyes.
But at this time.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom...
The door to the cell next door was violently pushed open.
Then a large number of figures came out and surrounded Lin Yang and his party.
