Chapter Thirty-Four: The Long Wind of the Self Begins to Show Its Might

The rain was very heavy, and every drop on the stone wall was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of Yang Yuehan and the others again and again.

"Don't even think about running away, tell me the whereabouts of Flame Heart, I can consider leaving you all corpses!" Scar Man laughed unscrupulously.

Also, who is it to be changed, surrounded by hundreds of people, isn't that how to ravage and how to ravage?

The young figure that disappeared in front of him appeared in Yang Yuehan's mind again.

After smiling bitterly, Yang Yuehan's face was full of pride.

He stood up, slowly, but steadily.

He walked past the Lan with a hint of a different color in his eyes, walked past the strange girl with a confused face, and came to the front of Jiaoluo.

Just like before, Yang Yuehan, as the captain of the defensive position, as the core of the team, will always be at the forefront.

Although he had a broken arm and no shield, he stood there and felt a sense of security. Jiaoluo's nose was sour, but his eyes were more resolute.

"Yo he? I thought it was who, isn't this Captain Yang Yuehan who is usually bullish? Why are you so embarrassed? What about the shield made by your legendary dwarves?"

On weekdays, he succumbed to Yang Yuehan's strength, but now that he is not only proud of the shield, but also missing an arm, he has already accumulated an unknown amount of resentment, so he can't break out well?

This also aggravated the distorted thoughts in Scar Man's heart, and from time to time his eyes glanced at the Lan of the Assassin behind Yang Yuehan who was still reaching out to roast the fire, evil and some unknown perverted thoughts were intertwined in his obviously limited capacity.

“。。。 Zhilan was still carrying them, and her wet body didn't seem to bring her much cold, and even raising her hands to bake the fire was more like a thinking posture.

Her head was still facing the strange girl, as if waiting for her to tell her where the wind was going, and her eyes were like the stars of the night, and under this quiet and beautiful scenery, after all, it was crossed by the meteor that was slowly moving forward, lighting up a corner.

Yang Yuehan stopped moving, and he stood there like a mountain.

The scar man is hi, but when it comes to really letting him go, he is cowardly!

Perhaps it was because he had been suppressed by Yang Yuehan for too long, and the scar man's subordinates dodged and slowly probed Yang Yuehan with a long weapon under the signal of the boss's eyes, as if they were preventing Yang Yuehan's backhand blow at any time.

It wasn't until the knife edge was about to hit Yang Yuehan's chest that he exerted his strength, and the spiritual power wrapped around the knife edge illuminated Yang Yuehan's face, which was slightly pale due to excessive blood loss!

His eyes were closed, as if the short distance had made him use up the last of his strength and lose consciousness.

He's really seriously injured!

The scar man's face turned red, he didn't expect that he, a second-order master, would be frightened by a fainting Yang Yuehan who didn't know whether he was alive or dead!