Blood spurted out from Ghost Thirteen, dyeing his chest red. He stretched out his hand to catch the swordsman, but in the end he just grabbed a handful of air and fell to the ground helplessly.
Wang Han sat on the bed and panted.
He glanced at the Swordsman Shepherd.
"Do me a favor, there is a crazy old man here, just turn left when you go out and go forward to the fourth compartment and save him."
The shepherd swordsman walked out the door silently.
After Wang Han rested for a while, the swordsman shepherd came in carrying the unconscious crazy old Taoist on his back.
"Do you still have the strength?" Mu Swordsman looked at Wang Han.
Wang Han tucked his white coat into his crotch, and now he was only wearing a white coat.
The clothes of the corpses in front of me were soaked with blood.
"Can you find me some clean pants?"
The shepherd swordsman threw the body on a chair, turned around and went out to find Wang Han's pants.
At this time, the sound of fighting had attracted the attention of people outside. Those who worked here were all weaklings. As if they had received some instructions, they began to move out of the secret passage.
Things escape.
Wang Han slowed down his strength and picked up the gun from Li Wenyuan. Combined with what Chi Yinan said before, if the immortality can be revived within a few hours as long as the brain is not dead, Wang Han decided to do it without stopping.
A few more shots were fired directly at Li Wenyuan's head.
Throwing the gun aside, he looked at Li Wenyuan. Although this person was annoying, it had to be said that he was still a character.
The shepherd swordsman came in from outside.
"I didn't find any pants, I just found a pair of underpants."
"That's okay too."
The swordsman shepherd threw a piece of underwear to Wang Han.
Wang Han opened it and took a look.
Black, triangle, lace.
He looked at the swordsman with a stiff expression.
The swordsman turned his head to one side and pretended not to see it.
Do you think you are quite humorous?
Wang Han threw his pants aside.
When he turned around and looked around, his eyes gradually focused on the crazy old man.
A few minutes later.
Wang Han lifted up his pants and carried Chi Yinan out of the laboratory.
The shepherd swordsman followed behind with the crazy old Taoist on his back. Under the dirty Taoist robe, the crazy old Taoist's two sexy hairy legs were looming.
When Wang Han wanted to see if there were any useful clues here, Swordsman Mu reminded, "The explosives will be activated soon."
After being stunned for a moment, Wang Han hurriedly took the elevator out of here.
Just walked out of the senior citizen activity room.
I heard a loud bang!
The elderly activity room behind him flew directly into the sky!
The dust is billowing!
After a few seconds, the ground collapsed, and the entire senior citizen activity room fell into the huge pit, with dust and flames billowing up!
There is a strange smell in the air.
The shepherd swordsman took out a pot helmet from a small bag he carried with him and ate it in small bites.
Enjoyed every bite.
Wang Han glanced at it and found that this man seemed to be eating all the time except when he was fighting. He didn't eat any delicacies. He only ate a piece of Guokui, which made him feel as if he was delicacies.
No questions asked, everyone has their own story.
There are still shadows mingling in the distance.
Wang Han walked over there and saw a man standing outside the battle circle on the edge.
"Lao Feng?"
Wang Han shouted.
Feng Manlou turned around and said, "Wang Han, are you okay?"
"It's okay, that one is..."
Wang Han looked at a short, grumpy old man holding Ge Wandong down and beating him.
"Lao Bai, Bai Wu'an, one of the twelve dragon-suppressing envoys of Zhenlong Pavilion, codenamed God of Killing!"
"He seems to be injured, why don't you go up and help?" Wang Han asked.
Feng Manlou waved his hand, "That's not necessary. The more seriously injured Lao Bai is, the higher his combat effectiveness will be."
As he spoke, Feng Manlou handed Wang Han a cigarette, and an old man and a young man smoked side by side.
Feng Manlou glanced at the crazy old Taoist being carried by the swordsman shepherd, "Huh? Why does this old Taoist look familiar? I seem to have seen him somewhere."
Wang Han was too lazy to reply to this unreliable old sex critic.
far away.
Crowman snaps his fingers!
A cluster of feathers stuck in the chest of the old man in the shroud was buried in his body. The old man in the shroud stumbled to the ground, choking out a large mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground motionless.
"Crow! Their brains can be saved even if they don't die!"
Wang Han shouted.
Crow Man flicked his finger, and a cluster of feathers sank into the eyebrows of the old man in shroud. The old man in shroud bleeded from all his orifices! He was completely dead!
"Why did Ya Lao fight so hard and still have such ink marks?" Wang Han muttered.
Feng Manlou took a drag on his cigarette and said, "What kind of medicine have these old guys injected into their bodies? Ya Lao and the others are observing what changes they have had."
Wang Han was finally relieved.
Following several loud shouts.
Bai Wuan killed Ge Wandong directly.
Nangong Bodhisattva, Jin Sansheng and Xiang Wuji kicked the last old monk who looked like he was a shuttlecock with the black bear spirit stealing cassocks.
"Shi Ke can't be killed!" The old man yelled and slapped his heart to commit suicide.
Xiang Wuji took a closer look and said, "I haven't had enough fun yet!"
Nangong Bodhisattva walked closer to the body, took a look at it, raised his hand and punched it in the air.
Snap!
The old man's head was smashed into the ground, and blood trickled up.
Nangong Bodhisattva clasped his hands together.
"Good, good, good!"
Ya Lao jumped up and looked at a certain place.
"Li Wanjun, Di Lao has a message for you! Hand over the Nine Dragon Seal and I will spare your life!"
There was silence all around!
There was only the sound of fire burning in the distance and the sound of collapse from time to time.
I do not know how long it has been.
There was a sound of breaking the air in the distance!
Ya Lao raised his hand and grabbed it, dragging five Nine Dragon Seals in his palm.
An extremely hoarse voice came from the darkness.
"I can hear this plan that the Di Lao people made thousands of miles away, even in the port city!
He is worthy of being a peerless hero who holds the entire world on the chessboard! I, Li Wanjun, am ashamed of myself!"
Wang Han took the opportunity to shout, "Hey Crow! My Qi Pills and Qi Ping are also in Li Wanjun's hands!"
Crow Man looked into the darkness.
Li Wanjun's voice came again, accompanied by a violent cough, and he felt like he would die anytime, anywhere.
"The thing is in Ge Wandong's hands!"
In the darkness, Li Wanjun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He originally took the boat and left, but halfway through he felt flustered and had an intuition that something big had happened. He asked people to bring the boat back to have a look. Unexpectedly, everyone was numb when he came back.
Bai Wuan took something out of Ge Wandong's pocket.
Several people gathered towards Wang Han.
"Crow, why don't you kill them all?"
Ya Lao said casually, "Di Lao was very interested in what the Immortal Society was studying, so he killed them all, so no one would study them anymore."
Several old guys from Zhenlong Pavilion had their mouths twitching.
Bai Wuan handed the Qi Ping and Qi Pills to Wang Han.
He looked at Wang Han and patted Wang Han on the shoulder with a smile. It didn't look like he was using much force, but he almost knelt down every time he was patted.
Bai Wuan looked at Wang Han with satisfaction, "Young man is very energetic!"
He glanced at the crazy old man being carried by the swordsman shepherd. When he saw the crazy old man's sexy hairy legs, he burst into disdain and said, "You're so crooked! You're so young and you don't even wear pants! You don't have any face at all."