Yang Han's eyes followed the shots of the black-clothed house slaves, flickering left and right, up and down.

A pair of pupils moved flexibly and rapidly.

Every shot made by the black-clothed house slaves on the wheel tactics was silently remembered by Yang Han, and he was looking for the rules of the black-clothed house slaves.

He's going to crack the wheel tactics!

Western position, the first to strike.

Eastern position, the second shot.

Southeast position, the third shot.

......

Wave after wave of attacks came down, even if Yang Han tried his best to dodge, it was impossible to avoid them all, and he was unharmed.

Soon, Yang Han also hung up on his body.

However, Yang Han has the protection of "Cotton Armor Gong", and the injuries he suffered are all flesh and skin injuries, and they do not hurt the muscles and bones, and the impact is not great.

"Hmm. Again, the blow came from a western position. ”

Yang Han avoided a move, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"If I'm not mistaken, the next move should be to burst out from here. ”

Yang Han secretly said in his heart, his steps were wrong.

At the moment when his steps staggered, a knife light slashed over, and the sharp blade slashed down tightly against the tip of Yang Han's nose.

Then the chest, lower abdomen, arms, thighs......

Yang Han seemed to be able to predict the prophet.

No matter where the blade slashed, Yang Han took a step ahead of it to avoid it.

As a result, a knife was slashed down, and the blade seemed to be scraped against Yang Han's body, which seemed terrifying, but in fact, it didn't hurt Yang Han at all.

It was as if the terrifying sword wind gently blew Yang Han away.

And sure enough, it was!

Yang Han's eyes burst with a gleam.

Although the wheel tactics are complex, there are rules to follow after all, and now its rules have been completely mastered by Yang Han.

Next, break the battle formation!

Yang Han's eyes swept over the black-clothed house slaves trapped around him, and he couldn't help licking the corners of his mouth, and the white-bone mace in his hand was even more ready to move.

"What's going on?"

The black-clothed slave who had just slashed at Yang Han was shocked in his heart.

Yang Han seemed to have a pair of eyes behind him, as if he had seen through his shot.

An extremely uncomfortable feeling suppressed the heart of the black-clothed slave, and the feeling of depression was so extreme that he almost wanted to vomit blood.

And the rest of the black-clothed house slaves beside him didn't feel it at all.

An extremely terrifying thought suddenly rose from the heart of the black-clothed slave.

Could it be that Yang Han saw through the wheel tactics?

No!

It's impossible!

The black-clothed house slave quickly denied the idea in his heart.

Yang Han suddenly turned around, looked at a black-clothed house slave on the wheel tactics, and said with a toothy smile: "It's your next turn, don't you make a move?"

The black-clothed slave who was targeted by Yang Han was stunned, but a monstrous wave was set off in his heart.

How did Yang Han know that it was time for him to make a move next?

Guess what?

Yes!

"What's the shock, come on!"

A black-clothed house slave next to him shouted.

"Die!"

The black-clothed slave came back to his senses, roared angrily, and quickly raised his knife to kill Yang Han.

Disheveled!

The black-clothed house slave came quickly and went faster.

He was directly smashed out by Yang Han with a stick, and his chest collapsed and turned into a big cake.

A gap was revealed in the wheels, but immediately a black-clothed slave rushed forward to fill the gap and let the wheel tactics continue.

Yang Han's shot directly shattered a trace of luck in the heart of a black-clothed house slave before, making him stunned. After a moment, he shouted frantically.

"He, he, he 、......"

"When did you become a stammer, what's wrong with him, say it quickly. ”

"He's seen through the wheel tactics!"

What the?

The rotation of the wheels seemed to stop.

The words of this black-clothed house slave were like a thunderbolt from the sky, bombarding everyone's hearts.

"Impossible!"

"Wheel tactics, we practiced for half a year to have the power we have today. ”

"Yes, even if the head of the family is surrounded by us, he can only crush us with absolute strength and break out of the formation. ”

"It's ridiculous how long he's been surrounded by us to crack this tactic?"

"It must have been the blind cat that touched the dead mouse just now. ”

A group of black-clothed house slaves were discussing.

"Really?"

Yang Leng smiled coldly and said, "You guys are really going to deceive yourself. ”

I saw that Yang Han suddenly changed his direction again, stepped out, and came to a black-clothed house slave in the blink of an eye.

"Next, it should be you. ”

With Yang Han's words, the white bone mace in his hand smashed out.

Yang Han really saw through the wheel tactics!

"No!"

The black-clothed slave was so shocked that he forgot to resist, and let out a heart-rending wail before he died.

Seeing this scene, the black-clothed house slaves around Yang Han changed color.

"Don't panic, it's normal to guess once or twice. ”

One black-clothed houseslave is still trying to stabilize the morale of the army, and the rest of the black-clothed houseslaves are also trying to believe this.

But Yang Han's next shots ruthlessly shattered the last trace of extravagant hope in their hearts.

Disheveled!

Disheveled!

Disheveled!

......

Yang Han is no longer standing on the axis of the wheel to defend passively, he has seen through the law of wheel tactics and began to take the initiative to attack.

One step out, the momentum of the sharp edge is unstoppable.

The white-boned mace in his hand smashed down, and a black-clothed slave was bound to die.

Wheel tactics are like gears, and each gear must function properly for the wheel tactics to work.

But at this moment, Yang Han smashed a gear with a stick.

The wheel tactics were unsustainable and disintegrated in an instant.

In just the blink of an eye, the white bone mace in Yang Han's hand had been dyed blood-colored, and thick blood was dripping from the head of the stick.

Under his feet were the corpses of black-clothed house slaves, Yang Han was like a killing god, and every time he made a move, he would inevitably end his life.

A group of black-clothed house slaves looked at Yang Han in a daze.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were trembling.

Although they have done all the bad things, they have never seen such a bloody scene.

They were killed by Yang Han to the point of fear, and they could no longer deceive themselves.

"Run!"

I don't know who was the first to shout, and the rest of the people threw away their armor one by one, pulled out their legs and ran to Changfeng Town.

The black-clothed house slaves who besieged Liu Rou were overjoyed one by one.

Fortunately, they chose to make a move on Liu Rou and did not provoke Yang Han, the devil.

Now I survived.

Escape!

Although this son is powerful, if the Young Master of the Flying Dragon makes a move, he will definitely be able to kill him.

The black-clothed house slaves thought secretly.

Yang Han didn't stop them from escaping, but dragged the white bone mace to follow.

"Chase!"

Liu Rou snorted, took Jian Shu together, and followed Yang Han's footsteps.

Qi Zhi glanced at the deep and dark street, the shadows of Yang Han and the others had disappeared into it, and his scalp tingled.

Qi Zhi suddenly thought of something, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

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