The crowd retreated.

No one who is a member of the gang does not know the viciousness of the blood dart, and no one dares to challenge this secret weapon in person.

This extremely mysterious and terrifying secret weapon was not issued empty-handed, but with the help of a device that looked like a firebolt.

The Angel was obviously impatient, and he whispered a few words to his followers, and then saw several men carrying a box.

There was a hint of coldness in the angel's ink eyes, and his tone was cold and arrogant, "Wu Hanjiang has seen this thing."

He held a pole made of iron in his hand, and Wu Hanjiang glanced at it, and his face was immediately covered with frost.

Huang Dafu was killing vigorously, and suddenly saw Wuhanjiang stop, and looked at it curiously, "Hey, what are you looking at, don't kill it quickly."

Wu Hanjiang hooked his chin and signaled, "See, that's the blood dart."

The original crowded circle slowly spread outward, and the gangsters consciously moved out of the way, because none of them wanted to be affected by this most vicious weapon in the world.

"Die, Wuhanjiang", Angel Ci shouted proudly, "You have learned the power of blood darts."

Wu Hanjiang was facing the "muzzle" and pointed his knife at the long pole in the angel's hand.

"Yes, of course I have been taught, but I am still alive and well", although Wu Hanjiang's tone was a little joking, the look in his eyes became more and more serious.

"Wuhanjiang, you have a hard mouth."

"Do you remember what I taught you?", seeing the angel curl his fingers slightly, the blood dart was about to be released.

Huang Dafu touched his head and hurriedly thought for a while, "You said that the method of cracking the blood dart seems to be before it was released...... Right...... That's right."

His words didn't speak, Wu Hanjiang didn't seem to be able to support it anymore, his chest was so bloodstained that he couldn't see his skin.

Huang Dafu saw that although his people were gradually withering, Wu Hanjiang's knife was clenched in his hand, and he stared at the angel without blinking, no, it was the long pole in the angel's hand.

"It's out, blood dart".

Wu Hanjiang wanted to stand up, but now he was unable to do it.

"Look at me", Huang Dafu didn't come over, nor did he look at Wuhanjiang.

His knife was also clenched in his hand, the blade a third of his chest.

His eyes were on the long pole that was in the angel's hand.

With a "buzz", the blood dart came out, but it didn't hurt anyone, and Wu Hanjiang's face was full of a smile of relief.

Look at the long iron rod in the angel's hand, which was forcibly split from the middle by a sharp blade.

Everyone stepped back, and everyone didn't believe it.

"The Badaoliu really lives up to its name", an elder slowly walked out from the side of the angel.

The gangsters involuntarily stopped, as if they had been stopped by a ban.

Everyone was listening to the elder, and when the elder came out, he was held up by two pawns on the left and right, and he knocked on the ground with a bamboo stick before he could barely stand firm.

Anyone can see that he is a blind man, and anyone can clearly point out that this blind man has no martial arts.

If a person without martial arts can still be awe-inspired, then he must have enough ability in other aspects.

A person who doesn't have any martial arts and can't see anything can still subdue the gang of murderers, then this person is simply a little terrifying.

The elder came out, and his retinue caressed him.

The old man couldn't be sure if it was the voice of a human voice, and it came into everyone's ears like dry grass, "Wu Hanjiang, Huang Dafu, you two are really not simple, I don't mean your martial arts, but you are talking about your thoughts, your thoughts are terrifyingly naïve, now before I die, I will tell you the last word, after this sentence is finished, I can order the thirty-two Dharma protectors of this gang to attack at the same time, I guarantee that you will not last three seconds under such an attack, do you want to try."

Wu Hanjiang's current injury is a bit difficult to stand up, let alone face other people's attacks.

And Huang Dafu looks fine and has not suffered any major injuries, but as long as he rests a little and relieves for a few minutes, he can feel the heart-rending pain.

No one can survive such an onslaught, and no one can exit unharmed.

Although Huang Dafu did not have major injuries, there were a thousand minor injuries, he was dripping with blood all over his body, and there was no place in his legs, hands, and shoulders that did not hurt.

But his people were still laughing, his mouth was still very hard, he bit his bloody lip and said, "Come on, come then, I just happened to see and see."

Now he had seen Wu Hanjiang fall to the ground, struggling and struggling.

He watched, but he didn't move, and he didn't come to caress him.

Because he knows he's going soon?

Where to?

Huang Dafu smiled, wherever his knife pointed, his people followed.

If only hell could be walked, then his sword would not hesitate to split open the gates of the Yama Temple.

The elder smiled again and spoke, as creepy as ever, "Huang Dafu, Huang Dafu, I know if you want to die, because there are not many stupid people like you in this world, but why do you want to pull Brother Wu with you."

Huang Dafu was stunned, then looked at Wu Hanjiang and said, "I...... Did I pull you?"

Wu Hanjiang crawled on the ground for a while, panting and said: "You just cut you, you don't have to worry about me, and you don't have to worry about me when I die."

Huang Dafu smiled quite smugly, "It seems that we are stupid enough, people obviously find the steps for us to go down, but we don't give people a beat."

The elder laughed, his voice was more astringent and dry than dry grass, "That's right, as long as you are willing to go down this step and join our gang, I can keep you alive and give you what you could have gotten."

Anyone can hear it now, the gangsters are already recruiting them at the moment, maybe they are shocked by their martial arts, maybe they are shocked by their courage, maybe they are split by Huang Dafu's eyes just now, in short, the gangsters are very face-saving now.

As long as Huang Dafu and Wu Hanjiang are willing to bow their heads, they will not only have a way to live, but also have a good future.

Huang Dafu looked at the blood flowing from his body, and couldn't help nodding, as the saying goes: It's better to die than to live.

It's better to have a life than not to have a life.

Few people can withstand this kind of negotiation on the condition of survival.

Because the temptation is so great, if you don't understand the implications, you haven't experienced death yet.

It's like a terminally ill person who suddenly hears that he can be cured, and the antidote is given with a nod of his head.

Who can withstand it?

Who can not nod.

The elder's trick can be said to be extremely wonderful.

Push a person to a corner first, and then give hope to life.

(End of chapter)