No hesitation!

No hesitation!

No more timidity.

Lin Yang looked at him quietly.

Tick! Tick! Tick...

Blood fell down the tip of the knife.

Han Luo is already like a bloody man.

His heart has been completely pierced and he will never be able to live anymore.

Han Luo drooped his head and his arms drooped weakly, as if he had lost his vitality.

Tang Hu's face was bloodless, and he stared at this scene blankly, his eyes full of despair.

"It's over, it's all..."

Tang Jiajun was shaking all over, and endless fear enveloped him.

"I have seen someone who is not afraid of death, but I have never seen someone who is not afraid of death."

"Hmph, just an ant that overestimates one's ability!"

Several people pulled the dagger out.

Han Luo gushed out of blood, and he staggered, then stood there, completely losing his breath.

The four of them looked at Tang Hu and walked over together.

But at this critical moment, Han Luo, who had not moved at all, suddenly looked up, threw away the sword in his hand, and slashed hard at the four people.

"What?"

The four of them felt the murderous intent, their breath trembled, and they had no time to react.

Puff!

Han Luoti's sword drew a full moon and instantly passed through the necks of the four people.

The four of them froze suddenly, and they all stared at Han Luo with wide eyes, all incredible in their pupils!

At the last moment of his life, Han Luo actually used all his last strength to kill them.

"you...."

A man was still trying to speak with his mouth open, but a lot of blood was already gushing out of his neck.

Then the four people's heads slid from their necks, fell to the ground, and rolled around for several rounds.

"Dead! Dead!"

Tang Hu was extremely excited.

Tang Jiajun was afraid and happy, and almost cried: "Dad, we are saved! We are saved!"

Lin Yang was quite surprised, looked at the four headless corpses, frowned slightly, and walked towards Han Luo.

"Lin Shuai, I...I didn't escape, I...I won't escape again..."

Han Luo held the sword in one hand and supported his body, while speaking weakly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Luo's eyes closed and he died completely.

Lin Yang sighed, took out the Hongmeng Dragon Needle, and stabbed Han Luo.

Han Luo, who had just died of breath, suddenly opened his eyes and started breathing heavily.

"What?"

Tang Jiajun was stunned.

Tang Hu didn't agree.

He has seen Lin Yang's method.

This person's medical skills have exceeded the understanding of mortals.

"I... am still alive?"

Han Luo came to his senses and felt that his body was not feeling any pain, so he was shocked immediately.

"Of course you are alive because I am here."

Lin Yang took out a few pills from his body and threw them over.

"Your performance is barely qualified. I allow you to go to the front line. You can go to the side to heal the wound first. I will deal with the rest."

"Yes, Lin Shuai!"

Han Luo took the pill and retreated to the side and stuffed it into his mouth.

Although his lifeline was continued, his injuries had not yet recovered and he was unable to fight again.

The pills were in the stomach, and Han Luo's injuries were mostly stable.

His heart trembled violently.

"Is this Long Shuai's medical skills? I'm obviously dead, but under Lin Shuai's several silver needles and pills, I feel like I'm almost recovering."

"Ship Lin...so terrible!"

Han Luo opened his eyes wide and looked at Lin Yang.

But at this time.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang...

All the doors of the next cell were violently pushed open.
Chapter completed!