Chapter 633 He made murder an art

Gala's whole body became stiff in an instant and he didn't dare to move. He knew that his scimitar was so powerful that his neck was not as perverted as this guy's neck. He knew that once Han Yang exerted a little force, the artery on his neck would be cut instantly, and within a minute, he would die of excessive blood loss.

So, he didn't dare to move. At this moment, there was a strong look of shock and fear in his eyes. This guy wearing the mask of Death was so terrible. He didn't drag on the slightest way to deal with the past few moves. It was a fierce killing move. If he wanted to kill himself, he would have died long ago.

On the side, the strong man and Park Yongtai didn't react at all. When they reacted, Han Yang had already taken off the scimitar from Gala's hand and put it on Gala's neck.

In the audience, everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.

Gala, the king of killers who is known as the invisible one, is so vulnerable in this guy's hands. This guy is simply a devil!

Those guys who bet Han Yangying shouted wildly, with excitement and excitement on their faces.

But the staff of the Colosseum outside and the host looked at this scene with a gloomy and terrible expression. The host stood outside the iron cage and looked inside, and suddenly said, "This gentleman wearing the mask of death, Mr. Garo has shown mercy to you just now and spared your life. Are you going to kill Mr. Garo at this time?"

When everyone in the audience heard this, they couldn't help but boo and started cheering loudly.

Han Yang also frowned slightly and glanced at the host who was extremely exaggerated with golden light outside the iron cage.

Seeing this, the host suddenly provoked at him: "Dog guy, what are you looking at? Since you have entered this iron cage, don't think about coming out! You are a dog for everyone to entertain, do you understand?"

"You are looking for death!" Han Yang said with a grim voice.

When the host saw that Han Yang was really angry, his face became even more arrogant. He wanted to anger Han Yang and create opportunities for the other three.

"Oh, I'm so scared! Can you kill me through this iron cage? You're so angry that you want to hit me, but you can't reach it, you're so angry... Hahaha..."

Han Yang's mouth slowly raised, and a chill flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, he shouted softly, jumped up in the air, and stepped on Gala's back. Gala was stomped by his huge force, and he slammed on the ground hard, causing his mouth to be broken, and his nose was broken.

Han Yang jumped up with the help of force, spinning 360 degrees in the air, then threw the scimitar in his hand and shot at the host.

The scimitar shot straight out, and in the flash, it shot out from the gap between the steel wires of the iron cage. Before the host could react, it shot through his throat and then shot towards the audience.

In the audience, when they saw the scimitar shooting, the faces of the practitioners facing each other changed drastically and fled in all directions.

With a shiny sound, the fire flashed, and the scimitar's blades were all buried in a seat and were deeply inserted there.

The whole audience was dead silent.

The host covered his throat with incredible expression, but the blood still sprayed back and forth like a fountain.

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sp;After a while, he thumped and fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

Everyone finally reacted, and bursts of thunderous applause and cheers burst out. All the practitioners just bet Han Yangying, but not Han Yangying. At this moment, they were excited and flushed in their faces, and they shouted with all their might.

Because Han Yang's move was so amazing, he simply made killing an art. You must know that the small hole in the iron cage could just pass through the scimitar. How vicious his eyesight would be and how accurate the force in his hands should be mastered so that the scimitar could pass through the scimitar accurately.

Moreover, after passing through, the scimitar shot through the host's throat accurately.

There are so many practitioners on the scene, but none of them can have such ability.

He Zhiyuan was stunned, Ling Zhuqing's three girls were stunned, the beauty in the black long skirt in the back row was stunned, and the man in the martial arts uniform next to her was stunned.

In the room, the man in white was furious and shouted: "Kill him, I want them to kill him at all costs..."

Outside the iron cage, the staff members saw the host's fate, and they looked at the host's eyes with a few fear flashed, and they retreated backwards, and the cheers and shouts in the audience were still endless.

Inside the cage, the strong black man, Gala and Park Yongtai looked at Han Yang, and a look flashed with fear in their eyes.

Park Yongtai looked at Han Yang coldly and said to the other two in a deep voice: "This Chinese dog is quite powerful. Lao Hei, Gala, let's join forces to kill him!"

The strong black man and Gala both nodded with a serious look on their faces.

Park Yongtai stared at Han Yang, and a look of contempt appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Chinese bitch, now, I will let you taste the power of Taekwondo in the Republic of Korea!"

Before he finished speaking, he was like a gust of wind, and a whip leg kicked Han Yang's head.

This guy is called the King of Taekwondo and he is really capable. Before his legs reach, Han Yang could already feel a strong wind blowing in his face.

But there was still a deep disdain on the corner of Han Yang's mouth, "What kind of garbage is Taekwondo? It's worth comparing to my orthodox Chinese martial arts? Dog slave, are you afraid that you are your ancestor?"

As he said that, he flew up and met, his legs met, and only a click came from him. Park Yongtai's leg, which had been tempered thousands of times, was broken directly.

A little bit of pain appeared on his face, and he quickly pulled his legs back, but at this moment, Han Yang kicked him again, but this time, he kicked him directly in the stomach.

His face changed drastically, and he subconsciously stretched out his hands to block it, but unexpectedly, the force of Han Yang's kick was so terrifying.

As soon as his arms touched Han Yang's legs, they immediately broke into several pieces. His whole body was kicked away under the influence of this huge force and hit the iron cage behind him.

Han Yang snorted disdainfully and cursed, "Trump!"

At this moment, the black strong man and Gala rushed forward and backward. Han Yang kicked the two of them out, one by one, one by one, and one by one, and they both flew up at the same time and smashed them on the iron cage. One of the black strong man's arm was broken, and several ribs on Gala's chest were broken.

The three of them struggled to stand up, with a strong look of pain and fear on their faces. They didn't dare to step forward for a moment. They didn't expect that this guy would be so perverted.
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