Chapter two hundred and eighty nine blood on the street
Han Baihang looked at the crowd curiously. Don't look at the excitement that you shouldn't see. This is Han Baihang's creed.
But this is the only way home. If we take a detour, it will probably take an hour or two. In addition, I was warned by Zhang Xiaolin just now, so my heart that had just been put down suddenly started to rise again.
Han Baihang walked forward carefully along the edge of the crowd, looking around vigilantly. When passing through the crowd, Han Baihang inadvertently glanced into the crowd. A young man in his early twenties fell to the ground covered in blood.
In a pool of blood.
"What a sin. You did something wrong at a young age. You had to steal things. This time you risked your life."
"No, but I don't blame him. In today's world, death is probably better than living."
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Everyone's words to each other aroused Han Baihang's curiosity, and his steps suddenly slowed down a lot, and his eyes involuntarily looked towards the seemingly dead young man on the ground.
Inadvertently, Han Baihang felt that he was hit by someone, and he staggered. He looked down and saw a teenage child in ragged clothes being knocked to the ground.
"Are you okay?" Han Baihang stepped forward and was about to pull the child when he suddenly saw a cold light coming from the child's clothes.
Han Baihang was shocked and hurriedly took a step back. The child took out an ax from under his clothes, jumped up from the ground, and struck at Han Baihang, shouting: "I'll chop you to death, you traitor!"
The people who were besieging were startled by the child's ferocious appearance, and they screamed and fled in all directions. Han Baihang was about to dodge, but was bumped by someone and threw himself towards the child's ax blade.
Han Baihang opened his hand and pulled around randomly, and unexpectedly pulled a person over to block him. The sharp ax directly cut into the man's shoulder, and hot blood sprinkled Han Baihang's face.
"I'm sorry!" Han Baihang said to the person who blocked the ax for him, and then pushed him forward, directly knocking the child to the ground.
Taking this opportunity, Han Baihang limped and ran towards the outside of the crowd. Pushing away the person in front of him, Han Baihang saw a bloody ax and struck Han Baihang's head.
Han Baihang hurriedly took his head back, fell to the ground, put the crutch in his hand on his head to block the falling ax, and at the same time kicked the man in the abdomen.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and a group of people wearing black shirts and holding axes rushed toward Han Baihang with ferocious looks.
Han Baihang hurriedly climbed up from the ground, dragged one leg and ran towards the corner of the street, followed by a group of people carrying axes. Everyone was afraid to avoid him along the way. The scene was spectacular.
After running for a while, Han Baihang had an injury on his leg after all, and he was knocked to the ground after not running very far.
Han Baihang rolled around on the ground, punched the man's eye socket with his fist, and kicked away the man holding his leg.
Just as he was about to get up from the ground, two axes struck him head-on. Han Baihang shrank and avoided the axes.
The ax hit the ground, and a bunch of sparks popped up. Han Baihang was squatting on the ground, and a huge force came from behind. He was kicked over and threw himself upward.
Han Baihang was stunned, and several axes struck down with the sound of wind. Han Baihang rolled to the side, but his movements were still half a step slower, leaving two deep blood marks on his body. Han Baihang's back hurt, and he was hit with two more punches.
After two people rolled over, they got up from the ground.
Although Han Baihang was highly skilled in martial arts, he couldn't stand up to the crowd. He stumbled into a car and struggled for a while. His body was already covered in scars.
"stop!"
Suddenly, a middle-aged man stood up from behind the crowd and looked at Han Baihang with a fierce face. Han Baihang was bleeding, holding on to the car door and breathing heavily, looking down at the man in front of him.
"Han Baihang, I thought you were a character, but I didn't expect you to be a traitor. Today I will do justice for God!"
With blood on the corner of his mouth, Han Baihang chuckled and said, "If you want to kill me, then kill me. You talk too much."
Wang Yaqiao snorted coldly: "I will give you a happy day today! Come on!"
Everyone swarmed forward, holding axes and slashing at Han Baihang. Han Baihang moved his body with difficulty and avoided several deadly axes. His arms shook and knocked away several axe-gang disciples, and there were a few more wounds on his body.
Wound.
Wang Yaqiao snorted coldly: "Get out of the way, let me come!"
Taking an ax from the side, Wang Yaqiao took a step forward and slashed the ax through the thorn. Just as Han Baihang avoided an ax and pushed away the person in front of him, he suddenly felt a cold under his armpits. He was startled and turned towards
Turn aside.
The sharp ax blade cut through Han Baihang's clothes, leaving a long scar on his waist. Han Baihang covered his wound and staggered a few steps to the side.
Just as he stood firm, another black shadow passed in front of his eyes. Han Baihang's footsteps stopped a little on the ground, and he jumped back slightly to avoid the axe.
Wang Yaqiao took back his axe, touched the ground with one foot, and kicked Han Baihang directly with his whip leg, sending Han Baihang flying away.
Han Baihang covered his stomach, knelt on the ground, and coughed twice. Wang Yaqiao walked up to Han Baihang with an ax in hand, raised the ax and was about to chop it down. Han Baihang suddenly stretched out a hand and shouted: "Wait a minute.
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Wang Yaqiao was stunned for a moment, put down his ax and looked at Han Baihang: "Do you have any last words?"
Han Baihang raised his head, showed a bloody smile and said, "Have you eaten?"
Wang Yaqiao was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly darkened, and he said coldly: "Go to hell!"
The ax struck down mercilessly, Han Baihang lowered his head and refused to dodge, as if he had given up.
Suddenly, a dark figure jumped out from behind Han Baihang, and suddenly stood in front of Han Baihang. He pinched Wang Tieqiao's wrist with one hand, gently wrapped it around him, and pulled Wang Tieqiao to stagger.
The man's arm shook, and Wang Yaqiao flew out like a stone, staggered a few steps, and crashed into the crowd.
"Why did you come so late?" Han Baihang complained as he looked at Li Si standing in front of him.
Li Si scratched the back of his head and said with some embarrassment: "It's too big, I got lost! Hehe!"
Han Baihang shook his head and said: "Let's go quickly, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time!"
Li Si nodded and helped Han Baihang up to leave. The crowd suddenly rushed over and surrounded the two people.
Wang Yaqiao stood in front of everyone and said coldly: "If you want to leave, have you asked me if I have the ax in my hand?"
Looking at the dark crowd around him, Han Baihang smiled bitterly and said, "How many can you hit at one time?"
As soon as he finished speaking, twenty or thirty strong men carrying axes shouted and rushed towards the two of them. The murderous aura faced them, making it difficult to breathe.
