Zhou Dahu is still alive!

This is inevitable. After all, Zhao Hu also said before that he had made accurate calculations to ensure that Zhou Dahu would not die, and at most he was half dead.

But Zhou Dahu pushed away the debris and drilled out. Although he had blood on his face, judging from his fierce gaze, he was obviously not half dead, and he should have the ability to fight!

There are only two reasons for this situation. One is that Zhao Hu's calculation errors, and the other is that Zhou Dahu's physical fitness is far beyond the estimate. Now it seems that the latter should be more likely. How could there be such a strong person in the world who can stand up if you are hit by so many heavy objects!

Crack, boom.

More and more debris were pushed down. Seeing that Zhou Dahu was about to emerge from the hills, Zhao Hu rushed over without any hesitation, "thump" stepped onto the hill, and slashed Zhou Dahu with a fierce axe.

If this axe goes down, it is very likely that Zhou Dahu will be killed.

It can be seen that Zhao Hu was really anxious. After all, this was his only killer move. He came here to prepare without even taking a shower in the early morning, and it was the only way to kill Zhou Dahu.

If Zhou Dahu escapes from birth again, it will definitely be a serious blow to us, and it is very likely that the other party will turn the tables and lead to our complete defeat!

Therefore, even if Zhao Hu risked killing Zhou Dahu, he would never give him a chance to turn things around.

The axe slashed quickly and fiercely, and was very domineering, without any room for anything to do.

Unfortunately, Zhou Dahu was not a vegetarian. He raised a wooden box next to him to block the axe that Zhao Hu had chopped over. He heard a crisp "crack" sound, and the wooden box was split in all directions. Zhao Hu's axe was still slashing straight down. Zhou Dahu was still calm, and his head flashed to the side and punched Zhao Hu in the chest.

With a dull "bang", Zhao Hu fell directly from the "small hill".

Zhao Hu couldn't withstand his punch, and of course he couldn't withstand his punch.

The two of them are not the same heavyweight class at all.

Really, if it weren't for seeing Zhou Dahu with his own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that Rong Hai had such a terrifying master.

That is, Fang Hongjian has been suppressing him, otherwise who is qualified to compete with him for the king of underground?

Zhao Hu planted along the hill, Cheng Yiyi and Han Xiaotong, I ran up from the other three routes, slashing and stabbing Zhou Dahu in three different directions. We never fantasized about being Zhou Dahu's opponent, and we also knew that we were overestimating our ability in this action and hitting stones with eggs. We just wanted to cause as much trouble to Zhou Dahu as possible before he could fully emerge!

Even if Zhou Dahu can still act, he will be injured after all. Seeing his blood on his face, he must be covered in scars. Could it be that so many of us can't handle him?

But it's really hard to deal with it.

The three of us rushed up the hill together, and Zhou Dahu picked up another object, which was a broken folding chair, and then swept around. The "bang bang" sounded, and all the guys in our hands lost their effect, and they were swept to his wrists, chests, etc. at the same time.

Bang bang bang bang!

Three muffled sounds in succession, and the three of us fell down separately.

Hurry, Hurry, Hurry...

Zhou Dahu didn't get up at the first time, and was still flipping through something in the pile of debris. Taking this opportunity, Zhao Hu rushed up again. But at this moment, Zhou Dahu turned out what he wanted, and a cold sword appeared in his hand. It was the legendary blood-drinking knife that could suck blood.

"I'll go to your mother!"

Zhou Dahu swung his sword hard, just in time to collide with Zhao Hu's axe.

This is Zhou Dahu's angry knife.

With a heavy "clang" sound, the axes in Zhao Hu's hand were shaken away, and Zhou Dahu's knife continued to strike forward, slashing Zhao Hu's chest with a "swish".

The skin is blooming, and blood is splattering everywhere.

Zhou Dahu collects his knife.

The blade was still bright and there was no trace of blood.

This is the origin of the Blood-Drinking Knife.

Zhao Hu is already strong enough and is the absolute number one combat power in our gang, but he can't even withstand Zhou Dahu's sword.

How could this happen? Zhou Dahu has been seriously injured and has such strong combat power?

Zhao Hu fell down like a kite with a broken string.

Powerlessness, pain.

"Zhao Hu!" Han Xiaotong screamed, her eyes turned red in an instant, and she rushed towards Zhao Hu.

Cheng Yiyi and I also rushed forward immediately.

Zhao Hu's chest was covered with blood, his face was extremely pale, and he could hardly even speak, but his mouth moved slightly: "Let's go..."

The first time I saw him suffer such a serious injury.

The time I fought with Luotuo, because of the "intellectual demon" attack, he was stabbed several times by Ye Liang. Afterwards, he could still talk and laugh with us. His physical fitness was definitely first-class. But now he was only killed by Zhou Dahu, and he was in pain. Could that knife really suck blood?

The sound kept ringing, and more and more debris were pushed down. Zhou Dahu was slowly walking out of the hill.

"Let's go..." Zhao Hu used all his strength to squeeze the word, and the cold sweat on his forehead became more and more.

Of course he was not afraid of death. When he set up this plan, he was ready to die here.

He is afraid that we will die.

With Zhou Dahu's current "crazy" state, he will definitely not blink when he kills people.

Zhao Hu has become so injured, so we are definitely not his opponent.

Can't continue fighting.

Click, click, click...

Zhou Dahu had already walked down the "small hill". The places visible to the naked eye were covered with blood. He almost became a bloody man, which showed that he was injured. Even so, he was filled with a terrible aura, and his whole body was surrounded by anger, as if he could swallow the whole world.

The blood-drinking knife in his hand became brighter and brighter.

Walk!

I carried Zhao Hu without hesitation and rushed out like crazy, Cheng Yiyi and Han Xiaotong followed me.

"Run, where to run?"

Zhou Dahu's sneer came from behind, and then there was a few "whizz" sounds, as if something was flying over.

Obviously, Zhou Dahu threw something over.

We all heard it and instinctively wanted to hide.

But just like Brother Ban'er can't escape the wooden beer bottle, we can't avoid Zhou Dahu's attack. A few dull "bang bang" sounds, Cheng Yiyi and Han Xiaotong's backs were hit hard, and I knew I was still carrying Zhao Hu on my back. His situation was no longer optimistic and he could no longer be attacked, so I turned my body hard...

Bang!

A heavy object hit my chest hard. What kind of part is it? You can still see the bearings.

Iron.

"Wow……"

I couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground with Zhao Hu.

The same is true for Cheng Yiyi and Han Xiaotong. Blood was also oozing from the corners of their mouths, but they seemed to be lighter, but they were hit by two wooden boxes. The two ran towards me and Zhao Hu. Cheng Yiyi rushed towards me, and Han Xiaotong rushed towards Zhao Hu, and pulled us nervously, wanting to take us away.

But Zhao Hu and I couldn't get up anymore. I felt that my bones were about to break, while Zhao Hu kept bleeding out.

In fact, with the physical qualities of Cheng Yiyi and Han Xiaotong, it is not difficult to carry me and Zhao Hu on my back, but they were also more or less injured. Moreover, if they were to carry us on their backs, they would definitely not be able to escape, and Zhou Dahu would not let us go.

"Go... go..."

Zhao Hu and I pushed the person in front of us at the same time, hoping that Cheng Yiyi and Han Xiaotong could leave quickly.

"Let's go, can you leave?" A sneer came again, and Zhou Dahu, covered in blood, walked slowly towards us.

Totally desperate.

Really, since we got together, we have dealt with many people. We have met the cunning Ye Liang, and we have also met those who are stronger than us. We have experienced many dangers, but we have never been as desperate as we are now.

"No, I won't leave!"

Cheng Yiyi shed tears and hugged me, letting me lie in her arms.

She knew she couldn't escape, so she just stayed with me.

The same was true for Han Xiaotong next to her, hugging Zhao Hu, who was almost breathing unevenly, and she burst into tears.

These two girls are both first-class heroines. They are more likely to be the norm than many men. They never shed tears easily, but now they are crying together.

No matter how Zhao Hu and I urged and persuaded them, they would not leave and even say that they would die with us even if they died.

"Okay, I will satisfy you, let you die together." Before I knew it, Zhou Dahu had already arrived in front of us.

The blood-drinking knife was also raised.

I just felt chill all over and my hands and feet trembled involuntarily.

Seeing this, Cheng Yiyi hugged me tighter, wrapped me with her warm body, buried her face on my head, and warm tears flowed down.

"Twenty years..." Zhou Dahu said in a deep voice: "I have been in Ronghai for twenty years. You are the first person to force me to this level... Really, you should be glad that this is the greatest glory of your life. Even if you die now, you will be regarded as a legend in the future and mentioned it again and again. Well, it is worth the vain of your life."

For Zhou Dahu, looking at the entire Ronghai, no one is his opponent. Even if we destroy his six brothers, it is vulnerable in his eyes. It is like eating and drinking water.

But Zhao Hu's sudden attack almost killed him.

Finally, he looked at him with admiration.

I think we are qualified to celebrate the history of the sea.

"So, you can feel relieved."

After the words came, Zhou Dahu slashed at Cheng Yiyi who was holding me with a fierce sword.

Before the knife arrives, the wind arrives first.

The sword wind rolled up Cheng Yiyi's hair.

Cheng Yiyi was still buried in my head and motionless. Even if she died, she wanted to help me block the last knife.

I could feel her warm tears, despair and reluctance.

And I also roared with all my strength: "Uncle Mutou..."
Chapter completed!