Chapter three hundred and seventeen blood flow into a river
While several people were talking, Zhang Xiaolin's men had already pounced on him. Li Si turned to one side to avoid the knife that was coming towards him, and with a flip of his wrist, he grabbed the man's elbow and grabbed him in his hand.
The machete was snatched away.
Han Baihang took a step forward, turned the bloody machete in his hand, and stabbed directly into the stomach of the person who rushed towards him.
He stabbed his stomach hard, and blood immediately spread all over the floor, and liver and intestines flowed out from his stomach along the wound.
Turning around to look, Han Baihang found that Zhao San had been kicked to the ground by someone, and he was chopping down mercilessly with the knife in his hand.
Ignoring the two slashing knives, Han Baihang dwarfed, rolled around on the ground, and came to Zhao San's side. He swung the long knife in his hand, and the long and sharp machete sank into the man's ankle in an instant.
After several screams of pain, the man fell to the ground holding his ankle. The knife in Han Baihang's hand was also embedded in it and could not be pulled out.
At the critical moment, Han Baihang looked back and saw three people holding their knives high and slashing down fiercely.
Just when those swords were about to cut down Zhonghan Baihang, a black shadow emerged, a white light flashed, and the three of them suddenly covered their bleeding throats and fell back.
Li Si stood in front of Han Baihang and the two of them, hunched over and panting heavily. His tall figure was like a mountain, "Are you okay?"
Han Baihang helped Zhao San stand up, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay."
The ground was covered with corpses, and the blood all over the ground formed a stream, slowly seeping into the ground, and drawing a pattern on the ground.
The men in black formed a semicircle, surrounded Han Baihang and others in the corner, and pushed towards them bit by bit.
Zhang Xiaolin stood up, smoked a cigarette, and staggered up to the man in black. His eyes were blurred and he said with a slight smile on his lips: "Captain Han, why are you doing this? You have to risk your life for a woman."
Is life worth it?”
"You don't understand! You will never understand what I want!" Han Baihang said through gritted teeth.
Zhang Xiaolin shook his head and said, "That's all, I won't talk to you any more."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaolin dragged his steps and staggered towards the back. Two maids on the side came up and helped Zhang Xiaolin to sit firmly on the chair.
As soon as Zhang Xiaolin walked away, the man in black immediately rushed forward. With the bright light of his swords, he formed a network of knives so densely packed that no gaps were left, and chopped off the heads of Han Baihang and the three of them.
Li Si took the lead and stood in front of Han Baihang and the two of them. The machete in his hand rang out, and after the sparks in the sky, several long knives suddenly fell on the ground. Li Si gave a loud shout and rushed into the crowd like a tiger out of its cage.
, sheathed the knife and dropped it, between the light of the knife and the blood and shadow, only countless screams could be heard.
Han Baihang stood firm against the wall, guarding Zhao San behind him, and tried his best to fend off the long knife that was chopped off, looking very embarrassed.
Inadvertently, Han Baihang was stabbed in the back. He staggered forward and was met by two long knives. Han Baihang rolled to the ground and dodged the two fatal knives in an extremely embarrassed manner.
But as soon as he dodged, Zhao San was exposed. Zhao San leaned against the wall, dodging here and there, and instantly had several scars on his body.
Han Baihang was anxious in his eyes and wanted to go up to help, but he was surrounded by three people and was unable to do anything. When Li Si heard Zhao San's call, he couldn't help but look back. Without paying attention, he was hit by someone on his back.
The man was struck with a knife and staggered two steps.
Just when Li Si wanted to go to the rescue, someone immediately blocked his way. Li Si was unable to break out for a while. He was so anxious that he shouted loudly, covered in blood, and looked like a madman.
Seeing that Zhao San was about to die under the sword, Han Baihang fought hard to receive the blow, gritted his teeth and rushed out of the surrounding of the three people, jumped up, threw one of them to the ground, raised the knife in his hand, and instantly killed him.
people.
Han Baihang supported the shaky Zhao San and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
Zhao San managed to raise his head and was about to speak when he saw a long knife aimed at Han Baihang's back and slashing at him!
"Get away!" Zhao San yelled and pushed Han Baihang away.
The snow-white sword light struck Zhao San on the shoulder, embedded in Zhao San's shoulder blade.
Han Baihang came to his senses and without any hesitation, stabbed the enemy's belly with a knife, and hot blood spilled all over his face.
Reaching out to push the man away, Han Baihang dragged Zhao San towards the corner of the garden, with five or six men in black chasing behind him.
However, in just ten minutes, the garden was covered in blood, and the ground was covered with corpses. There were also people with broken arms and legs who were still alive, screaming in agony, mixed with the shouts of killing, and became
It becomes a symphony of despair.
Han Baihang blocked the slashing knife and shouted at Li Si: "Capture the thief first, capture the king!"
Li Si's clothes were already in tatters, and his whole body was covered in scars, as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood.
If he hadn't practiced martial arts diligently and perfected his internal skills, the bleeding alone would have been enough for him to die thousands of times. In addition, his feet were still injured and his fighting ability was greatly reduced, which was why the three of them were in such difficulty.
Otherwise, with Li Si's martial arts, these dozens of people would not be enough to watch, and Li Si could handle it alone.
Even so, many of the people who died at the hands of Li Si were well known. It must be said that Li Si was not only a martial arts master, but also a fierce general who was good at group battles.
The men in black surrounding Li Si all looked hesitant, with fright in their eyes. They had never seen such a frightened person in so many years. They were frightened for a while and did not dare to step forward.
Li Si saw that Han Baihang and the two escaped from danger, and he no longer had any worries. He glanced at Zhang Xiaolin with his blood-red eyes.
Zhang Xiaolin looked at those devil-like eyes and was shocked. He thought he had a chance to win, but he didn't expect the three of them to be so perverted.
Slowly Zhang Xiaolin stood up from the chair, facing Li Si who was walking towards him, with great fear in his heart, "Stop him! Stop him quickly!"
Zhang Xiaolin yelled and ran towards the small building, when his feet suddenly collapsed and he fell to the ground. The two maids saw that something was wrong and had already screamed and ran away.
The men in black, who were originally menacing, were now frightened out of their wits by Li Si. They all retreated tremblingly, not daring to step forward to stop him.
Han Baihang took care of the two men in black, supported Zhao San and followed Li Si staggeringly. Zhang Xiaolin fell to the ground, looking at the corpses lying on the ground, speechless.
The green grass has long been dyed red, and all you can smell at the tip of your nose is the smell of blood. Of the fifty-two killers arranged by Zhang Xiaolin, there are only about a dozen left, and they still have moderate to severe injuries on their bodies.
"Can you come with me now?" Han Baihang stood next to Li Si and said coldly to the frightened Zhang Xiaolin.
