Lang San in front of him, his hands were empty, covering his face with a wet gauze, revealing only a pair of murderous eyes.

He stared sharply at Yan Hao, who was undressed in front of him, and looked at Yan Hao's body full of scars, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Judging from the light, on Yan Hao's body, whether it is a gunshot wound or a knife wound, there are dozens of large and small places, although some scars are healing well, but it can be vaguely seen that even some private parts have traces of scars.

"This guy is really a tough guy. ”

Lang San couldn't help but say that he still admired the stranger in front of him who he had never met.

"Who are you, with a fig leaf on your face for fear of being seen?"

Yan Hao shouted.

"It doesn't matter who I am, today I'm going to abolish your hard qigong. ”

Lang San's face was traceless and imposing, in Yan Hao's opinion, this person was not as easy to deal with as ordinary gangsters.

"Hmm, how did you know I had hard qigong? ”

Yan Hao was a little puzzled.

"It's all about eating this mouthful, don't hide it, use all your skills, I want to do the boss's task well!"

Lang San's eyes were confused, and he said indifferently.

"It's probably a killer who put poison. ”

Yan Hao suddenly felt that his body began to disobey, and his whole body was like an iron ball stuck to a thousand catties, falling straight down.

Plop!

Leaning over, he knelt on one knee on the concrete floor, glaring at the strange man in front of him.

"Didn't I say don't use this kind of indiscriminate tactics?"

Lang San turned around a little angrily, and angrily looked at the lively little follower.

"Lang San, my brother Bao asked you to get rid of him quickly, don't ink. ”

The little attendant behind him just smiled obscenely, and then reminded in a low voice.

"A killer, what kind of good person is pretending!

Yan Hao sneered.

At this moment, Lang San clenched his fists, lifted one foot slightly, took half a step forward, and suddenly stopped, seeming to be a little hesitant.

No, Lang San seemed to be suppressed by a sudden momentum, it was a feeling of death coming, Yan Hao's jungle bloodthirsty murderous aura was intertwined with Lang San's murderous aura.

Just as he was about to make a move, a burst of force was suddenly released from Yan Hao's legs, and Yan Hao actually stood up again from the ground, and the little follower behind Lang San looked frightened and retreated.

"Strange, monster, it didn't work after using so many medicines?"

The little attendant stumbled a little.

"Afraid of what?"

As soon as Lang San's words fell, he pulled out a crescent knife from behind him, and the blade seemed to be extremely sharp.

Just half a second later, Lang San has finished his move with the light skill under his feet, in short, the speed of this knife is already fast You can't imagine, at least twice as fast as Wang Sandao of the kitchen knife door.

A move that is so fast that even a small follower can't see clearly, however, Yan Hao, who is poisoned, can still easily dodge.

Lang San's eyes were full of shock and incredulity, because since he came out to break through, it was rare to see anyone who could dodge his knife.

"Juhe, are you from Dongying?"

Yan Hao was a little confused, because he had seen *** before, and today this is indeed a crescent sword, and this move is extremely similar to *** Juhe Slash.

Fast, accurate, ruthless.

It is the mystery of this way of making a knife, if you can't dodge it, Yan Hao is already hanging here just now.

"Interesting, what a formidable opponent. ”

Lang San's eyes flashed with a little appreciation.

Yan Hao raised his eyebrows: "A killer, what are you pretending to be high?"

"I'll scrap you!"

Just a few words, although Lang San's breathing was a little short, his eyes rushed over like pinpoints.

At this moment, the two masters stood in the empty room, and two invisible murderous auras were intertwined.

"Fight, Brother Bao will let you fight to death. ”

Seeing that the situation was not good, the little follower began to coax, and in the next second, he ran away.

"What a good knife to kill. ”

Yan Hao glanced at the crescent knife in Lang San's hand.

"Where's your weapon! I don't fight an unarmed opponent. ”

Lang San asked, his eyes already releasing an infinite killing intent.

"It's up to you, you're not worthy of my knife, now please get out of the way, don't stop me from saving people. ”

Yan Hao sneered, shook his hair handsomely, and pretended not to be poisoned.

In fact, at this moment, Yan Hao only temporarily used a mouthful of second-grade internal force to support his body and did not fall down, and Wang Bao's stuffy cow fan incense is also genuine, and if someone else was changed, he might have slept for three days and three nights after being knocked down by the incense.

"You can step on my corpse if you want to, otherwise, I really can't do it. ”

Lang San's eyes released more murderous aura, and this kind of look seemed to be about to devour Yan Hao alive.

Yan Hao's body was temporarily immobile due to poisoning, as steady as Mount Tai, although he still had a trace of strength, if he fought hard with the man in front of him, it wouldn't be long before he would be defeated.

The two confronted each other for a moment, staring at each other, and the room began to fall into silence, and the murderous anger seemed to raise the tension to the throat.

Suddenly, the space of the entire room seemed to be squeezed by a murderous aura, and an overwhelming sword shadow slashed down from above Yan Hao's head.

"Bang!"

Yan Hao didn't dodge, and the Qilin Dagger, which had been waiting for a long time, struggled to block the crescent moon knife.

The moment the knives collided with each other, a sonic boom was released.

The corners of Lang San's mouth trembled, and the five-rank internal force gushing out of his body was released, and the surging knife strength pressed fiercely towards Yan Hao's dagger.

Yan Hao's feet suddenly slipped, and he knelt on one knee on the floor again, and the tiled floors under his knees were instantly exploded.

"It's not good, this is an internal force above the fifth grade. ”

Yan Hao's heart tightened, it was impossible to still fight against the five-grade master under the poisoning.

In the next second, it was Lang San who made a move, and only Lang San knew how fast his body moved.

This time, Yan Hao, who was poisoned, didn't see Lang San's figure after moving at all, to be precise, Yan Hao didn't see the direction of Lang San's knife this time.

At the moment when he knelt on the ground just now, Yan Hao had already unloaded half of his internal force, and only relied on the other half of his internal force to resist the toxicity of the incense.

This time, a black shadow suddenly appeared on Yan Hao's retina, as if all the brilliant lights were extinguished at this moment, and wisps of cold ice began to be continuously injected into his body.

Lang San's light skills made his knife speed too fast, as if it was so fast that he broke through the limitations of time and space.

The terrifying blade flashed quickly, and a trace of cold sweat fell from Yan Hao's forehead, he knew that he was gradually losing his fighter and falling into passivity, and a cloud of blood splashed out of Yan Hao's body.

The current Yan Hao can be said to have met a real master, simply put, a fifth-grade light skill swordsman can easily crush him and a second-grade martial artist.

At this time, Yan Hao was slowly in a desperate situation, and he had to use his external strength to deal with Lang San in front of him, but there was only one chance for his external strength to explode.

Yan Hao actually closed his eyes at this time, the heart is clear, the eyes are down, and the power that cannot be seen by the eyes is the most immeasurable power.