I lay down for a while, tossing and turning, and I couldn't fall asleep.

It was very dull in my heart.

What's going on?

Irritability, anxiety, worry.

"No," he suddenly got up and ran out as fast as he could.

Suddenly, I heard a killing sound and earth-shattering voices.

"Not good", Huang Dafu had a premonition, and immediately ran over from the mound, raising a huge amount of dust around him.

The shrill sound of weapons clinking came from the easternmost golden house.

Countless prison dragons and Dharma protectors surrounded him.

Huang Dafu couldn't care so much for a while, grabbed a prison dragon, put three or two punches on the ground, and then forced his eyes and asked, "What's the matter? What's wrong?"

"Who are you?" "Who are you?" The little soldier Prison Dragon saw Huang Dafu's face, but his face was already swollen with several big bags, he was really afraid of Huang Dafu's fist, "That fat brother, don't fight anymore, we are all our own people, you must have just come here, and you don't know the rules of the gang."

Huang Dafu didn't want to listen to his ramblings, so he raised his fat fist and punched him in the face, "Alas, you are even more ruthless, and your own people will also be killed."

Huang Dafu said indignantly: "Who is with your own people, you don't say it."

Seeing that he had to see Yama Luo with a hard punch, the little soldier Prison Dragon simply begged for mercy: "Hero, I said, don't fight, this is not a secret."

"Our gang has been attacked again."

Huang Dafu was very shocked on his face, and scolded secretly: "You can't be honest with the dead Wuhanjiang."

The little soldier Prison Dragon was afraid that Huang Dafu would beat him again, so he simply said it: "Fat brother, I didn't lie to you, it's true, it's just that the assassin is very weird, obviously he has been injured, he can escape by himself, but he is sent to death."

Huang Taifu raised his fist and tried to knock him unconscious.

"Don't, don't fight anymore, what I said is true, that assassin used to be hiding in an underground vault, and when we searched there, it ......."

Huang Dafu hesitated, "What, you actually found the secret room."

"Fat brother, I didn't panic, we could have found him alive in the secret room, but who knew that this assassin's martial arts were ridiculously high, he could even repel more than a dozen of us, but his wounds, hehe, but the most strange thing is that he can obviously break through from a place with few people in the west, but he prefers to the protector ...... in the east."

"What", Huang Dafu choked for a while, tears burst out of his eyes, "I understand, I understand, he is for me, ......."

To the east is a place where angels and protectors are strong, while to the west is a defenseless kitchen.

Wong Tai Fook had just returned from the kitchen.

Huang Dafu pounced on it regardless of it, and went straight to the place where the fire was most fierce like a beast that had just been released from a cage.

"Wuhanjiang, you must hold on."

A small gravel road, and then a large crowd of people and horses formed a circle.

The circle was full of blood, and the place was bright red.

Wu Hanjiang has long had no way out, he was completely surrounded, and anyone could see that he couldn't hold out for long.

The angel walked in from outside the circle, surrounded by several Dharma protectors.

After looking up and down for a while, he sneered like a ghostly beast: "You assassin is really chic, you can escape, but you came to die, what are you for?"

Wu Hanjiang didn't speak, his eyes were as resolute as his iron sword.

Angel's sneer was particularly sharp, "I really can't understand you more and more, you challenged my gangster twice in a row, the first time you didn't even touch the door, are you an idiot, the second time you were hit by my blood dart, I didn't expect you to live, I didn't look for you, you sent it to the door yourself, are you crazy?"

Wu Hanjiang's chest was already oozing blood, which was an old wound that had been torn open by the fierce fight.

Now the pain in his body had tormented him to the point of exhaustion.

The angel saw his broken arm and his wounds, and the grimness in his eyes finally relaxed, and was replaced by laziness and pastime.

He teased, "Who are you? No matter how crazy I give the angels, you have never been so prodigal."

The resoluteness on Wu Hanjiang's face happened to be reflected on his pitch-black iron sword with the rising sun in the east, and the blade immediately seemed to move.

Although Wu Hanjiang was as resolute as he was on his face, he laughed more casually than anyone else.

He smiled casually, "Because no one in this world wants to surpass me Wuhanjiang."

The surrounding Dharma Protectors and Elders were all shocked, "What? You are the peerless swordsman Wu Hanjiang who defeated the Golden Snake True Monarch."

"I heard that you also made a lot of trouble in Ziyu Pass, why do you want to go against our gangsters", the Dharma protectors were gossiping.

It was only then that he regained his seriousness, and the expression on his face suddenly became terrifying, like a wolf in the night and an eagle in the sky.

He was silent for a while, his eyes gathered into the cold star on the blade, and he looked directly at Wuhanjiang, "You...... Since you are in Wuhanjiang, I can't let you go today."

"That's it, that's right, to save the future disaster."

"Let the tiger return to the mountain, you can't", the Dharma protectors exchanged glances, and their eyes were full of cold killing intent.

"Wu Hanjiang, even if you have great ability today, don't think about leaving alive", Angel gave a loud shout, and all the gangsters rushed up, waving their blades and rushing straight towards Wu Hanjiang.

Wu Hanjiang lowered his head, his eyes were as heavy as the stars at night.

He didn't care to let the blades stab him, focusing only on his own feet and the steps of the others.

The more critical the moment, the more painful his wound became, and the pain that penetrated into his bones almost made it impossible for him to hold his sword.

He knows that today must be the end of the day, and he knows better than anyone that this battle is the last battle in his life.

What a great and noble spirit to do it knowing that it cannot be done.

For the sake of the dignity of life, for the sake of respect for death, he wanted to paint this battle in the most brilliant colors.

In order to have no regrets in life, every sword will be infused with everything.

So at such a sacred moment, how could he be dragged down by the wound, and he had a cloth belt tied around his chest, so that his movements could not be played very flexibly.

He simply ripped off the cloth tape that protected the wound.

The flesh on his chest immediately bloomed.

Blood gushed out, and everyone couldn't help but retreat, it was fear from the bottom of their hearts.

The angel glanced at it and didn't come back for a long time, this is someone he has never met so far.

The courage of this man simply broke through the fear of death.

What exactly did he go through?

"Kill him quickly", the angel no longer hesitated, and shouted again.

"I'll see who dare", a majestic roar, and the dull earth suddenly seemed to have an earthquake.

A fat body flew down from the sky, covering the sharp rays of the sun, and Huang Dafu's body swooped straight into the circle of the Wuhan River like an eagle.

The ground was shaken and clicked as it fell.

Wu Hanjiang looked at him and shook his head, "Why are you here?"

Huang Dafu didn't seem to see the gangsters in front of him, he only craned his neck and laughed: "How is it, how is my light skill this time?

(End of chapter)