Chapter 898: Can't keep me

Chapter 898: Can't Keep Me
The several shared bicycles in front shook twice in an instant, and the body had two more shocking gun holes.
Yan Huang rubbed the wound on his waist, his eyes became cold, hot blood leaked from his palm.
He didn't care about this little injury, but it felt absurd. Someone dared to assassinate him, assassinated him, the president of the Assassin League, and injured him.
He sighed slightly: "It's been too long to pamper yourself..."
However, Yan Huang didn't have too much pain and struggle, his reason told someone to kill him, and he was still a group of strong opponents.
He judged that it must be the person wearing tiger wolf. So far, he also realized the terrible of wearing tiger wolf. He had a lot of dark lines and was ambushed by the Dai family.
If you don’t survive quickly, you will not only be unable to get justice, but will also leave yourself here forever.
"laugh!"
Therefore, Yanhuang immediately took out the dry hemostatic powder, which can quickly dehydrate the blood in the wound and quickly form platelets, thereby coagulating the wound.
The blood rushing out of the wound was like a yellow river bursting its bank at first, violently flushing away the clot that had just clotted.
But when the styptic powder is completely blocked, the blood stream becomes slow.
Yanhuang pulled the rotten clothes and bandaged them, and then tossed her coat.
"Boom!"
Two more bullets were drawn into the coat!
Yanhuang took advantage of this opportunity to roll out toward another tree, and he quickly hid his body into the dark!
"Pump pound!"
After the two firearms failed to strike, no more bullets were fired. It seemed that they were worried that the gunfire was too loud and attracted the police in the next street.
However, the countless crossbow arrows that poured out afterwards made Yan Huang's expression more solemn.
More than sixty crossbow arrows roared in, all hitting Yan Huang who was constantly moving, as shocking as weeds.
"Du Du Du!"
Then, another eighteen axes were thrown over, and the thick-mouthed trees, along with the axe's continuous lasing, fell down beside Yan Huang with a crash.
Many railings and stones were also hit by the axe, making clanging noises. The stones splashed all over, stinging Yan Huang's cheeks.
After turning out four or five somersaults, he slipped out behind a tree, grabbed two crossbow arrows, and threw them forward indifferently.
The two rays of light are fleeting.
"what--"
With the two low-pitched screams superimposed, two gray-clothed men fell out from behind the tree with arrows in their chests, instantly losing their vitality!
Yanhuang flashed out her own war knife, a cleaver, rushing forward like a cheetah.
His indifferent face, in the night, is like a mountain shrouded in fog, and his eyes reveal endless determination and killing intent.
The two gray-clothed men who hurriedly blocked his way from behind, hadn't even had a chance to stabilize their position, they were shot backhand by Yanhuang.
"Pump!"
Two strands of blood burst out almost at the same time, dazzling like pearls in the laser light from the shot, and the two of them fell to the ground with a muffled snort.
They clung to their throats and waited for death to come.
Yanhuang ignored their life and death, and rushed through the two of them with the pain of their waist.
Then he swooped violently, touched the grass like a civet, and flashed behind a plane tree.
"Swish swish!"
Almost just evaded, whoosh, more than a dozen flying knives pouring over, several billboards snapped.
The sharp blade made Yanhuang look solemn.
As he turned his mind, he suddenly spread out and fell down. Just two minutes short of his squatting body, a knife light swept over his head.
A strand of Yanhuang's hair was shaved off.
With a shake of his right hand, the sword leaned forward, hooked the circling flying knife, and then swung it back without even looking.
With a swish, the flying knife reflected back like a sharp arrow.
"Ok--"
An assailant who was about to catch the flying knife screamed and flew out while clutching his chest.
A short whistle sounded in the surroundings, indicating that when Yan Huang's entrance was blocked, a man in black was gradually appearing in the dark.
He carried a spear on his back and held a wine bottle. On the bottle, the words Maotai were striking.
He looked at a tree where Yanhuang was hidden, and the corner of his mouth made a joke: "Don't hide, there is no way to go, come out for a fight."
"Let me see, the demeanor of the killer league president, don't tell you, you are old, you can only be a turtle."
Yanhuang's eyes were cold when he heard the words of the spear youth, and then his left hand flicked with a murderous, crisp sound: "Okay, I will let you see it."
"After killing you, I will kill Dai Hulang."
He was holding a meat cleaver, and murderous intent accumulated in his eyes.
"Want to kill Mr. Dai...you must leave here alive."
The spear young man took a shot from his waist and pointed directly at Yanhuang who flashed out from behind the tree. He smiled proudly and said, "Otherwise it's all nonsense."
This sentence is like a signal.
"flutter!"
The spear young man suddenly pulled the trigger in his hand, and the bullet exploded!
Yanhuang rolled on the spot almost at the same time, the same clean and fast and silent.
The bullet fell through!
In the next second, Yan Huang stood up and flew straight at the spear young man.
"Boom boom!"
Despite a missed shot and Yanhuang's weird body, the spear young man still held his mind, and continued to pull the trigger with his muzzle at the leaping body.
The firearms in his hands burst into flames, dazzling, and shot out several holes in the weak billboards and trees, and a pile of construction debris was also splashed.
It's just that although the spear young man fired seven shots calmly, none of them hit Yan Huang's body, only two shots passed by wiping his clothes.
Yanhuang, who is of a similar level to Ye Tianlong, completely tears the bullets shot by the opponent with speed, like ghosts and charms, rabbits and flocks, very neat.
Yan Huang's eyes were icy with a breath of death.
Looking at the other party's irregular figure, some regrets were drawn across the spear youth's face. This guy is indeed powerful, and he should wait for another group of people to take action.
But he also knew that Yan Huang would not give himself time to wait, nor would he let himself follow to the stronghold.
"when!"
The distance of more than 20 meters was instantly pulled closer by Yanhuang. Faced with the cleaver stabbed in the laser light, the young spearman dropped his gun and drew out his spear.
Swipe!
The cleaver and the spear collided instantly, and a loud noise irritated the eardrum of the person.
The Yanhuang who fell from the air was like a rainbow on the ground, standing in the original position of the spear youth, a touch of pain passed in his eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.
There is no doubt that the brute force was involved in the wound.
The spear young man fell back and flew out, quit three or four meters before stabilizing his body, but his chest was constantly rising and falling with pain, and his face was slightly surprised.
Yanhuang looked at his opponent coldly: "With you, I can't keep me."
The spear youth smiled faintly: "Not necessarily."
"flutter!"
As soon as the words fell, the young spear fell to the side and lay on the floor.
Yan Huang's face changed, and she moved to avoid it.