Zhou Hao was also dragging time, trying to buy time, and when Yang Ge came, he was saved.

The people in that prison hall finally stopped being wordy and took people directly.

A bunch of killers swarmed up, trying to hold Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao was not polite, just waved the knife, and cut anyone who approaches!

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

...

His sword cut dazzlingly, but he didn't hurt the opponent.

At this moment, he was already in a hurry and chaos, so he didn't have a good plan for his sword, and even his "agility" talent was not used smoothly.

Suddenly, Zhou Hao felt the air around him solidified like glue, and it was frozen like water, making him instantly frozen and hard to move.

"what's the situation?"

Zhou Hao was anxious, seeing the rope of the assassin in the prison hall coming over to grab him, but he couldn't resist with the Heaven Slashing Blade in his hand.

This feeling is really frightening.

The people in the prison hall were quick and swift, bound Zhou Hao and Xiaodi after three attempts, and then took them away.

After being helped by the rope, Zhou Hao felt as if his whole body's skill was imprisoned, and he couldn't show it.

Even the Heaven Slashing Blade couldn't be taken back, and the people in the prison hall used it to play.

"This knife is good, but it looks a little ugly."

Comment on the killer who played Zhan Tianblade.

Zhou Hao heard it, and immediately uttered a voice for Zhantian Blade, and shouted at the man: "Hey, do you have any eyesight to say that Lao Tzu's sword is ugly? Do you have dog eyes?!"

"Pooh!"

The assassin sipped at Zhou Hao and cursed: "You kid also deserves to say that I don't have eyesight. It's obviously that your kid is blind and has such an ugly knife. Tsk tsk tsk!"

As he said, he spit on the Zhantian Blade, and then directly threw the Zhantian Blade away.

The Heaven Slashing Blade just slipped through the air, and he didn't know which monk would be cheaper next.

Although the current level of Zhantian Blade is not high, it is at least significant for Zhou Hao.

Watching Zhantian Blade being thrown mercilessly, Zhou Hao really wanted to eat that guy, but he was trapped, but he wanted to die.

He stared at the assassin who threw the Heavenly Zhanzhan Blade, and swears fiercely: "You fucking, dare to throw Lao Tzu's knife, I remember you, you buck-tooth boy, I will cut you into eight pieces sooner or later. Chun! Wait, I remember you! Even if I die, I won't let you go!"

The buck-tooth killer sneered, and made a very ugly look in front of Zhou Hao, and said, "Your grandfather, I'm right in front of you now. Come hit me, come on, don't be polite, and cut your grandfather. Eight yuan, come!"

As he said, he laughed, and even the other assassins of the prison hall laughed, the laughter was very mocking.

Zhou Hao was so angry that he was about to crush the roots of his teeth. He really wanted to pick up the ancestral grave of the buck-tooth boy, then dig out the bones of his ancestor, whipped it up, and then burned to ashes, half sprinkled on the top of Nanshan Mountain, and the other half Sprinkle it on the abyss of the North Sea, so that its ancestors will never stand up!

"Pooh!"

Thinking of this, he was a little relieved, so he couldn't help taking a sigh.

At the same time, he was still struggling.

His struggle just now was really useless, but now he suddenly felt that his restraints seemed to loosen.

He felt that his abilities could be used again, and he even felt that he could break the ropes!

No, this is not like, but an iron fact!