"Hmph, let people go?" Pan Dao picked the corners of his mouth disdainfully and said, "Do you still want to get out alive!"

"I won't die if I don't save them!" said Li Huan, who violently stripped off his black leather jacket, revealing the grenade tied to his body.

Pan Dao couldn't help but be surprised, and he had already faintly smelled the smell of gas, and a large amount of gas had been released from the gas tank next to Li Huan.

"No one is allowed to shoot!" Pan Dao hurriedly said, quickly extinguishing the cigar, and the gunmen with guns couldn't help but cover their noses with their hands.

"I'll say it again, let them go, or I'll die with you!" Saying that, Li Huan was about to pull the bolt of the grenade, raising the corners of his evil mouth, "With you to be buried together, it's worth it for me Li Huan to die!"

Pan Dao's face suddenly turned green, and the smell of gas became heavier and heavier, if Li Huan detonated the grenade, the people in the workshop would not want to live!

"Wait a minute!" Pan Dao hurriedly spread his hands to stop Li Huan and said, "They are not here!"

"What!?" Li Huan was shocked, Pan Dao didn't even bring Feng Qing and the others!

"If you choose to die with us now, then you will never want to see them again!" Pan Dao pursed his bearded mouth, and suddenly felt a little more confident.

Pan Dao made a gesture to Dongfang Qiang behind him, and Dongfang Qiang prepared to go downstairs with dozens of knife hands. If the gun can't be used, then use the knife to end Li Huan's life.

Li Huan was shocked for a while, even if he died now, it would be useless, he couldn't die if he couldn't save Feng Qing and them.

After a while, dozens of knife men had already come downstairs, and Pan Dao and the group of bodyguards also went downstairs.

Li Huan looked at the knife hand in front of him with a cold gaze, eager to blow them up immediately, but he couldn't really detonate the grenade.

Dongfang Qiang slowly pressed up with a knife hand, Pan Dao grasped the weakness of Li Huan who couldn't die now, and gambled that Li Huan didn't dare to detonate the grenade.

"Kill him!" Pan Dao said fiercely.

Immediately, Dongfang Qiang rushed over with dozens of knives, Li Huan gritted his teeth, picked up the gas canister that had been released almost the same, and greeted it.

Those swordsmen were all some unfathomable masters, rushing to Li Yan and raising the steel knife to split.

Li Huan could only block it with a gas canister, and suddenly several steel knives slashed the gas canister.

"Grass!"

Li Huan slammed the gas canister and overturned several at once. But the knife hand behind made up for it in an instant, and some of them had already circled behind Li Huan, surrounding Li Huan in the middle.

The steel knife danced wildly and slashed at Li Huan, who smashed the gas canister out and knocked several knife hands to the ground.

"Ahh

Li Huan couldn't help but scream, and he was stabbed three times in an instant. He turned around sharply, stepped back and forward, stretched out his hand, and grabbed a chopped machete in his hand.

In an instant, a large stream of bright red blood overflowed along the steel knife, and Li Huan's hand tightly grasped the blade of the knife.

The man with the knife tried to pull it out, but he couldn't. Li Huan roared angrily, and chopped the steel knife over.

"Grass!"

snatched the machete, Li Huan kicked the person in front of him with a fierce kick, picked up the steel knife and slashed horizontally through a circle, forcing all the people surrounding him away.

The blood of the hand that was cut out of a crack was flowing happily, Li Huan gritted his teeth and endured the great pain, the knife in his hand was stained red by the blood in his hand, and the whole knife emitted a bewitching blood red to the point of dazzling.

"Kill!"

Dongfang roared mightily, and suddenly those swordsmen rushed over.

Li Huan was already a crazy hungry wolf at this time, and the blood-red machete slashed at the sight of people, and each knife used great strength.

Every time a knife pierces the void, it will cut down a person. Each knife splattered with brilliant blood, and at the same time a person fell.

The steel knife kept waving, and the entire workshop was filled with the smell of blood. The heads of several knife hands were split in half by Li Huan, and Li Huan had already been stabbed seven or eight times, and his whole body was stained red and flesh blurred.

Maybe it was because Li Huan killed too viciously, and those knife hands actually retreated slightly and didn't dare to step forward. There were already more than a dozen of them under Li Huan's feet, and they couldn't die anymore.

The knife in Li Huan's hand not only drinks blood, but also kills people, and when someone else cuts him, at most he raises a knife of blood, and every time he slashes down, a person will die.

Li Huan slashed at the corpse that fell to the ground, and the blood splattered.

The knife hands surrounding Li Huan were all stupid, they had been mixing on the road for so long, and they had drunk blood at the edge of the knife countless times. But the young man in front of him seems to be the king of Hades who came out of hell, and he is simply a madman.

Li Huan slashed at the corpse on the ground one after another, blood splashing on his face, making him look even more terrifying.

"Come on, keep chopping!" Li Huan raised the steel knife and pointed at those knife hands and roared, at this time he was already a bloody man, there was no part of his body that was not red, and the sweat on his forehead turned red and dripped down his cheeks.

Those swordsmen were stunned and didn't dare to step forward, they didn't want to die, whoever rushed in front had to die!

At this time, more than a hundred knives poured out, and those with guns under Pan Dao changed their machetes and rushed down. When there are more people, there will be greater confidence. Two hundred against one, those swordsmen suddenly went crazy, shouted again and raised their white machetes and rushed up.

"Stop!"

This voice was terrifyingly loud, and the noisy workshop was instantly shaken, and the roars of more than two hundred people were all shocked by this voice.

Everyone turned around in unison.

At this time, Pan Dao was held by a machete by a person, and the man stared sharply at the several bodyguards around him.

"Grass!Yang Shuhuang, what the are you doing!?" Dongfang Qiang yelled and scolded.

"Let Li Huan go!" Yang Shuhuang stared at Pan Dao and yelled.

Pan Dao was held on the neck with a machete, but his face did not change, and he glanced at Yang Shuhuang. Then he said lightly to Dongfang Qiang: "Leave me alone, kill Li Huan!"

Pan Dao bet that Yang Shuhuang would not dare to kill him, and ordered Li Huan to be killed first. At this time, Li Huan, who was behind the crowd, was bleeding profusely, and he had begun to tremble involuntarily, and he was almost unable to support it after being hit by a lot of knives.

"Grass!" Yang Shuhuang's pupils contracted, and he raised his machete and slashed at Pan Dao's back, instantly tearing Pan Dao's back open.

Pan Dao couldn't help shouting, and after Yang Shuhuang slashed Pan Dao, he immediately grabbed Pan Dao's shoulder and put the bloody machete on Pan Dao's neck.

"Get out of the way!" Yang Shuhuang's voice could almost tear over the roof of the entire workshop, and Pan Dao walked forward cautiously.

Pan Dao gasped for breath and glared at Yang Shuhuang viciously, but he didn't expect Yang Shuhuang to kill him at this time. Shout to his men: "Get out of the way!"

Suddenly, more than two hundred swordsmen made way for Yang Shuhuang, and they all stared at him with scarlet eyes. And the few bodyguards who were protecting Pan Dao's side followed closely, looking for an opportunity to take Yang Shuhuang's knife.

Suddenly, a black-clothed bodyguard rushed out, but Yang Shuhuang's speed was much faster than him. He slammed his foot up and swept it high, knocking the man in black over.

"Whoever is coming, I'll take off his head!" Yang Shuhuang raised his knife and slashed at Pan Dao's back again, roaring at those people.

Suddenly, everyone no longer dared to step forward, Yang Shuhuang walked to Li Huan's side with Pan Dao, and Li Huan nodded to Yang Shuhuang gratefully.

"Brother, are you okay?" Yang Shuhuang asked as he looked at Li Huan, who was blood-red all over.

"Okay!" Li Huan's legs were trembling, but he gritted his teeth and stood up straight, and came up with Yang Shuhuang to hold Pan Dao with a knife.

"Let's go!" The two of them walked outside with Pan Dao on their feet, staring at the more than two hundred knife hands in front of them.

One step, two steps, three steps, Li Huan and Yang Shuhuang's steps were unusually slow, and Dongfang Qiang and those brothers followed stubbornly.

(Collection, Flowers!)