Fang Han saw Tang Xiaochuan rushing over, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly!

Fang Han's body retreated instantly. Although his speed was not as fast as Tang Xiaochuan, Fang Han obviously had other backhands to deal with Tang Xiaochuan.

Bang!

When Fang Han retreated, a figure appeared in the way blocking Tang Xiaochuan.

Fang Han's cold voice sounded: "Tang Xiaochuan, this is my subordinate, and he can barely be considered a master. If you can't even kill him, you don't have to see me anymore. Just wait and collect the body for Li Yuanyuan!"

"I would like to remind you that my subordinate has a bad temper. He once had a small tribe in Africa, which angered him. As a result, everyone in this small tribe broke his neck by his own hands. Haha! I really want to see you being twisted by your neck!" Fang Han laughed and disappeared.

Tang Xiaochuan glanced at the person in front of him. This was a strong man nearly two meters tall, with a shiny bald head, as if it was a bright light in the darkness.

"What's your name?" Tang Xiaochuan said.

"You don't need to know what my name is. If the boss asks me to kill you, you will definitely die." The bald man grinned and waved his arm as thick as a tree trunk.

On the bald arm, there were muscles like big bumps. The infinite power was hidden under these muscles. At the same time, this guy's skin was very hard, like a rock.

He was a disciple of the Vajra Sect. He got drunk in a bar in Yancheng and killed several innocent people and sentenced them to death. When Fang Han found out, he rescued him from the prison.

From then on, he worked for Fang Han, performing assassinations or foreign bodyguards many times. Good or bad people who died at his hands over the years were almost 1,000 lives.

The small tribe in Africa has a population of about 600, which was the task he killed the most. Only Fang Han knew about these things.

The bald man and Tang Xiaochuan looked at each other. Tang Xiaochuan felt endless resentment and murderous aura on the bald man. He was secretly surprised: "This bald man's murderous aura is amazing, and there is a lot of resentment wrapped around him. I am afraid that he will kill many innocent and kind people. Today I will do my best for heaven, except him."

"Die!" the bald man screamed.

He walked towards Tang Xiaochuan with his legs rumbling.

His legs were like elephant legs. Every time he took a step, the ground trembled, like a small earthquake, and the distance between his steps was very large.

The distance between three steps of an ordinary person is equal to his distance of one step.

In less than a second, he arrived in front of Tang Xiaochuan, and bald raised his fist and smashed it towards Tang Xiaochuan.

The fist wind whistled, and there was a vague sound of qi explosion. This is the sound of qi explosion produced by the bald fist being too powerful.

There was once a master fighting with the bald man, but in the end he was punched by the bald man and his head was smashed into his stomach. Now the bald man uses this trick.

He wanted to smash Tang Xiaochuan's head into his stomach.

Tang Xiaochuan's face was solemn. This bald man was a master. He dared not take any negligence and relax. He crossed his hands on his forehead and fisted the distance between two punches.

Bang!

The bald fist was like a huge hammer, hitting Tang Xiaochuan's crossed arms.

Boom!

The cement floor under Tang Xiaochuan's feet exploded directly, and his feet seemed to be buried in the cement floor.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to have some skills, but you can resist my punch and kill you with the next punch." The bald smiled grimly, as if you opened a monster with bloody mouth.

Tang Xiaochuan's heart sank. The strength of this bald head was beyond his imagination. The power of the punch just now could at least smash a big stone into pieces.

If Tang Xiaochuan had not practiced the "Flowing Immortal Art" and had his body transformed with spiritual energy, and his bones, muscles, blood, meridians, and skin, he would have not been able to withstand the power of this bald head's punch just now.

call!

Another gust of fist wind whistled.

This time, the power is greater, the sound of the air explosion is louder, and the speed is faster, so Tang Xiaochuan had no time to dodge.

Bang!

Tang Xiaochuan was punched by the bald man and flew backwards. In the air, a mouthful of blood was spurted out. He hurriedly stabilized his body in the air. A swallow turned over and fell to the ground, looked up at the bald man, and was shocked.

Tang Xiaochuan knew that he had met an opponent, and this bald man was very strong, even stronger than Fang Lei.

The punch just now almost broke his bones, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Tang Xiaochuan touched the jade talisman in his hand. It would be better not to use the jade talisman unless it was absolutely necessary.

Otherwise, he will reveal his identity.

"I was shocked by hitting me with a punch, and you just vomited a little blood, but I really want to know how many punches you can withstand me?" The bald man walked over with a grim smile.

Tang Xiaochuan stared at the bald head, calming his heart as water, and silently reciting the mantra. The spiritual energy in the dantian hugged Tang Xiaochuan's limbs and bones like a tide. The warm and peaceful spiritual energy repaired the injuries that Tang Xiaochuan had just suffered.

Tang Xiaochuan felt full of strength, and he was more sensitive to the perception around him. Even Tang Xiaochuan felt every thin leg of the ant under his feet clearly.

The breeze blew, blowing up the corner of Tang Xiaochuan's clothes behind him.

The corners of the clothes blown by the wind sounded terrifyingly, Tang Xiaochuan's eyes were like lightning, and a light flashed through his eyes.

The bald head in front of Tang Xiaochuan suddenly had an illusion. He felt that Tang Xiaochuan in front of him suddenly seemed to have changed, not the Tang Xiaochuan he had just seen.

A trace of fear arose in his heart, and the bald head shook his head vigorously, thinking that this was an illusion.

The person in front of him was beaten so badly by him like a sandbag just now. This guy was no match for him at all. The fear that appeared in his heart just now must be an illusion.

"Hmph! I have never been afraid of anyone, so why would I be afraid of him? He is just a defeated general under my command. Now I will kill him." The bald man said coldly in his heart, and he walked towards Tang Xiaochuan with great strides.

"Tang Xiaochuan will die!" The bald man roared and took a few steps to Tang Xiaochuan. His fists carried the terrifying power of the fist, and a sound of qi burst sounded around his fist.

I saw the bald fist, like two straight spears, slammed into Tang Xiaochuan.

Tang Xiaochuan's eyes flashed with splendor, his hands were covered with spiritual energy, his whole body was extremely light, and his body was as moving as his heart.

Although the bald fist was fierce and domineering, Tang Xiaochuan's body was like branches and leaves in the wind, swaying in the wind. The bald fist could not touch Tang Xiaochuan at all.

The bald man couldn't believe his eyes, he raised his strength and speed to the limit.

But everything is in vain.
Chapter completed!