Chapter 211: The White-Headed Man

Bo Long put down his cell phone, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Sun Tianfu beside him: "Boss, Master Bai is here, let's retreat first. It's probably bloody here. Master Bai takes action and is always clean and neat.w w w w ..  .c o m”

Sun Tianfu also sneered and turned around and was about to leave.

Song Jianze waved his hand, and several KTV waiters took off their clothes, stepped forward and tied up Sun Tianfu and Long Bo.

"These words are all in the recorder. Boss Sun, please think about how to explain to the comrades from the Public Security Bureau next." Song Jian smiled, "It seems that Master Bai has done a lot of bloody crimes for you."

Sun Tianfu suddenly broke free. At this moment, two broken sounds came from the stairs, and then two men wearing magnificent waiter clothes flew over from the stairs, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

"Master Bai! Save me!" Sun Tianfu struggled and shouted.

Song Jian frowned. He glanced at the two waiters on the ground and sighed. It seemed that Master Bai was really bloodthirsty. He could smash a person's spinal cord with one punch. Generally speaking, at least only warriors at the level of dark energy can do it. However, if a person practices martial arts to the level of dark energy, he will basically not attack ordinary people. After all, compared with ordinary people, warriors at the level of dark energy are already like gods. They will not worry about money, and naturally they will not slaughter life at will.

However, Master Bai killed two waiters after taking action, which made Song Jian feel murderous.

Song Jian turned his head to look at the stairs. A middle-aged man in a gray-white Tang suit walked over step by step. He was dressed in white. Not only was his clothes in gray-white Tang suit, but his shoes were also white soft horse boots, and his hair was silver-white. Walking in the crowd, he must have a 100% chance of turning back.

After a slight sense, Song Jian understood that Master Bai was a warrior at the peak of the Dark Power level, or in other words, he was only half a step away from the inner energy level, which was about the same as Song Jian's strength. Of course, the premise is that Song Jian does not use the messy inner energy in the dantian.

Song Jian is also a warrior at the peak of the level of dark force. However, because Song Jian has taken Bingzhi Xujin Pill and practiced the "Yi Jin Jing", Song Jian cannot meet his opponent at the level of dark force.

"Master Bai?" Song Jian sneered, "In my territory, you can kill me at will, Master Bai, have you not been walking in the world for a long time and have forgotten these rules?"

This silver-haired man, named Baitou Weng, was originally a disciple of a small sect, Wushangu. Wushangu belongs to the extremely small sect. It is better to say it is a sect. It is better to say it is a martial arts academy. By absorbing some rural children into the sect, the strength of this sect is actually not as strong as that of some large martial arts schools. There are hundreds of people in the sect, and the backbone is only a dozen. These dozen people can barely break through to become warriors at the level of dark energy. Of course, they are the lowest-level warriors at the level of dark energy.

Baitou Weng was originally a disciple in Wushan Valley. He didn't know much about literacy. When practicing the sect's deceptive internal skills and mental method, he misunderstood the meaning of it, and accidentally broke through the body shackles when he was in a devilish way and became a warrior at the level of dark energy. Later, Baitou Weng simply used the name "Baitou Weng" to replace his name. He stole the money from the sect and destroyed the valley master at Wushan Valley at that time. He went around the world alone, and made a big name.

Although he was obsessed with the evil spirit, Baitou's strength has become stronger and stronger. In just over a decade, he has practiced to the peak of the level of dark energy. However, because the damage to internal organs during practice is too serious, Baitou's body will never break through to become a warrior in the internal energy realm. Moreover, because practicing exercises too much to consume the origin of life, Baitou's hair becomes whiter and whiter, and even his skin becomes pale and bloodless, and his personality is even more moody.

The white-headed man immediately pointed his eyes at Song Jian, and his intuition told him that the young man in front of him was definitely not simple.

"Hmph, it's just a group of ants. Those who block my path must die!" said the white-headed man viciously, and then he smiled at Song Jian and said, "It seems that you are also a martial arts practitioner. How old are you? Let me tell you a truth. Only by being free from worries can you go further. Therefore, for us warriors, there is no need to take the lives of these ordinary people to heart."

"But he is my subordinate," Song Jian stood by the table, playing with a wine glass in his hand.

The Baitou Weng saw that Song Jian was not easy to mess with. More importantly, Song Jian was too young and was a warrior at the level of the Ancient Power level at a young age. This means that there must be an amazing family behind Song Jian. After so many years of traveling in the world, Baitou Weng suffered a lot of losses. Finally, he understood that some aristocratic families in the world should not be provoked. Once they are provoked, troubles will be endless.

The white-headed man took the initiative to show his weakness. Seeing that Song Jian was still hostile to him, the white-headed man sneered and said, "Since that's the case, I will kill Sun Tianfu and treat it as compensation."

As he said that, the white-headed man strode towards Sun Tianfu and Long Bo.

Everyone in the field was stunned, but unexpectedly, the white-headed man suddenly changed his mind.

Sun Tianfu knew the nature of Baitou Weng, so he quickly shouted: "Master Bai! You can't do this. Kill Song Jian, I will give you 100 million. Don't worry, Master Bai, I will also help you with Tail!"

Long Bo simply fainted.

The white-headed man sneered and said, "If you kill you, your money will be mine."

As he said that, the white-headed man suddenly took action, and a white light shot towards Sun Tianfu. Song Jian frowned. He still needed Sun Tianfu now and needed to obtain three hospitals from Sun Tianfu. Besides, if Sun Tianfu died so unknown, there would definitely be other troubles.

Before he could think too much, Song Jian stepped forward and his body appeared in front of Sun Tianfu. With one hand, he waved his hand and the teapot in his hand had hit the shiny hidden weapon. With a "slam", the teapot was broken, and the willow leaf flying knife was also smashed by Song Jian.

"Good you junior boy! I'll give your adult face. You are so ungrateful. Since that's the case, I don't need to save your life!" The white-headed man was so murderous. His fingers flashed, and five willow-leaf flying knives appeared in his palm.

Song Jian didn't say much, stretched out his hand, and three "swish swish swish swish swish swish" sounded, and three bullets shot towards the white-headed man.

When they reach the level of Baitou Weng and Song Jian, when they are prepared, bullets are no longer deadly weapons. With their powerful reaction speed, they can already dodge the bullet attack.

When the white-headed man saw a flash of dark light, he knew that Song Jian had a gun in his hand. His body flashed and he had already rushed down the stairs. Song Jian kicked his feet and disappeared from his original place, and he had already chased him.

Sun Tianfu widened his eyes. He hadn't understood it just now, but now he finally realized that the shining thing was actually a flying knife shot out by the white-headed man. The flying knife in the white-headed man's hand was naturally fatal. What surprised Sun Tianfu even more was that the person who saved him at the critical moment was actually Song Jian.

Sweat as big as beans instantly spread across Sun Tianfu's forehead. He thumped and fell to the ground.

Da da da da da, a sound of footsteps sounded.

A group of people pushed open the door of the private room, and Gao Yuan and others came. Gao Yuan just took a simple look at the situation in the private room, then waved his hand and said, "Click them all, confiscate your phone."

"Yes, general manager," the people behind him stepped forward and tied up Sun Tianfu.

Sun Tianfu looked at Gao Yuan in a daze, swallowed, and said, "Don't tie me up, I'll do as I do, as I do. I will give it to the hospital, I will do it."

Gao Yuan just snorted and turned around and left the stairs. She was still a little worried about Song Jian.

At this time, Song Jian chased after the stairs, and the dragon-powered pistol in his hand was always aimed at the back of Baitou Weng.

"Swish!"

Two more bullets were shot out, and Baitou Weng sensed the crisis. On one side of his body, he jumped directly from the window on the third floor. He was in the air. Baitou Weng instantly turned around and the flying knife in his hand rushed towards the window.

Song Jian did not hesitate, curled up slightly, dodged the flying knife, and jumped down with the white-headed man.

Although the two of them are not warriors at the inner qi level, they are only half a step away from the inner qi level. They both understand that the real decisive point must be the confrontation of their bodies themselves, rather than relying on the weapons in their hands.

Two "punch, pounce" sounds, the two men landed one after another. The white-headed man kicked his feet suddenly, and his body was like an arrow from the string, and he rushed into the alley behind the magnificent brilliance. Song Jian also followed.

In the darkness, the white-headed man's silver hair was extremely conspicuous.

After running for hundreds of meters, the white-headed man jumped suddenly. He was in the air. He turned around and waved his arm, and three flying knives shot at Song Jian's feet.

Song Jian paused slightly and dodged.

The white-headed man had already jumped onto a wall. He turned around, stared at Song Jian, and said coldly: "Do you really want to sacrifice your life with me?"

Song Jian put his hands in his pockets and said, "Of course not."

"Since that's the case, why are you chasing me? There is no hatred between you and me at all. Why do you want to force each other like this?" Baitou Weng said coldly, with the Mandarin still smelling Sichuan.

Song Jian's expression was very leisurely, and he said calmly: "Because, I don't have to sacrifice my life to fight."

"You are too arrogant!" The white-headed man had a bad temper. Now Song Jian challenged his patience repeatedly and he could no longer bear it. "Here, I kill you, and your elders can't find me!"

As he said that, the white-headed man kicked his feet suddenly, and the wall collapsed to the ground with a bang, while the white-headed man rushed towards Song Jian like a white light.

Song Jian was not afraid. He waved his hands into an arc and blocked his body. The white-headed man's palms hit Song Jian's hand. With a bang, the two of them retreated.

The white-headed man was not answering, and his body was pushing towards Song Jian. His silver-white hair was floating behind him. Every time he went further, his feet would leave a sunken footprint on the ground.

Song Jian was calm and composed, and he was circling with the Bai-headed Man. Although he did not use his internal energy, Song Jian was not at a disadvantage. The Wuji fitness skills he used were deeply rooted in the truth of softness and hardness. What's more, in terms of real strength, Song Jian and the Bai-headed Man were also worth half a pound. (To be continued.
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