Zhang San didn't care about anything else, and he had to fight back the big head first before he could escape by taking advantage of the gap where the poinsettia was entangled by the city god guards.

He doesn't know martial arts, he has a quick reaction and great strength, and he attacks Wang Baquan with his fist.

The big head is not afraid and is very tightly guarded. It's just strange in my heart, why is the stinky boy's strength so strong?

Zhang San stood on the platform, standing on the steps with his big head and feet, and he didn't have the strength to fight back for a while. Zhang San hit more and more smoothly, punched with both fists, and could still find time to kick, and several times fell on the big head.

This guy really didn't know the pain, the corners of his mouth were shocked with blood, and he still stood in place, refusing to take half a step back. The bald head is getting redder and redder, and fine beads of sweat appear. His face became hideous, but there was a kind of cheerful satisfaction in his eyes.

"He's cool, masochist?" Zhang San muttered in his heart, his hands became heavier and heavier, and slowly, it seemed that he could condense the strength of his whole body into a point, and the power in his body seemed to be galloping.

"I'll kick!" Zhang San shouted, suddenly kicked out, and with a bang, he was blocked by the big head. Bend the fingers of your right hand, ready to chisel a few chestnuts on that bald head.

"Smack!" The crisp gunshot rang out, Zhang San subconsciously shuddered, and was punched in the stomach by the big head, and the whole person slid backwards. The big head took the opportunity to step onto the platform and laughed arrogantly, his mouth full of blood. Reaching out and patting the skull, he looked proud.

At the entrance of the community, the four city god guards were already standing in position, blocking the exit with guns on the left and right. Poinsettia hid behind the wall, but her eyes looked at Zhang San as if nothing happened.

She had just swung from one side of the doorway to the other, forcing one of the City God guards to shoot. Hands/guns/ammunition are limited, and she slowly consumes them, knowing that Zhang San can't escape.

The big head punches like the wind, and on the narrow aisle, where is Zhang San's opponent. In the hurry, he retreated step by step and was forced to the third floor. The big head saw the opportunity, took advantage of Zhang Sanzhong's door to open wide, and slammed him into the door on the side.

The so-called security door, under their non-human power, the entire door frame collapsed, and the two broke into the living room.

"Haha, it's enjoyable, kid has to resist it!" the big head twisted his thick neck, and there was a bloodthirsty madness in his expression.

". Zhang San scolded, and his whole body ached. At this time, I thought of the benefits of lazy candy, if you give him a candy and rest for five minutes, you may be able to save the situation.

"I've handed over everything, why are you daunting?" Zhang San wanted to give himself some time to recover through his words.

"I don't care about this, just arrest your kid back. The big head began to move his wrist, and there was a crackling sound between the joints.

"We are good friends, and we share the hardships and hardships of the villa area......"

"Don't talk so much nonsense, just talk about it. The big head began to move his crotch, and when it came to friendship, even his eyes didn't change a little.

Damn, forget that this guy was also drained of emotions, and a lot of emotions.

"Bang, bang" two crisp sounds, followed by a "bang", and then a rush of footsteps downstairs. It should have been the workers who had fled.

"Don't ink, the guards below are no match for Poinsettia. The big head began to move his feet, "A gun has been scrapped by her." ”

Zhang San stopped opening his mouth and kept taking deep breaths to adjust. Poinsettia's body is ghostly, very accessible, and there is a ghost line, which will be pumped when touched, and it is estimated that the city god guards will not last long.

"Come on. The big head had already moved his whole body, spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, patted his skull with both hands, and rushed over with a set of fists with unknown names.

Zhang San held his breath, didn't care about the big head's moves at all, used his right hand as a wooden sword, captured the movement of the big head, and punched away.

He was slender, and although he was not a few centimeters taller than his big head, he had a fist on his arm. Bang, right in the chest. He slid back and stepped back to the wall.

Zhang San was secretly happy in his heart, he was cold, and he actually hit the former master. Knowing that the opportunity was rare, he picked up Wang Ba's fist and rushed over, jingling the bell for a while, and the two of them each had a trick. Zhang San stepped back with his teeth cracked, the big head's expression became grim, and a murderous look appeared in his eyes.

"Smack. There was another crisp gunshot from below, and then Brother Tian was heard shouting "Be careful". I heard someone rolling out.

Zhang San was nervous, listening to the big head's meaning to catch himself back, the broken saber may not be used, but the ghost line is an excellent tool to catch people. If Poinsettia had her hands free, she would be hanging.

The big head saw Zhang San stunned, and stepped forward with an arrow. Zhang San instantly came back to his senses and also stretched out a punch. Bang - the big-headed monster screamed, covered his right eye with one hand, and took out a broken saber with the other.

Zhang San took a step across, the hairs on his whole body stood up, and the sense of danger stimulated him to sweat on his forehead.

The big head put down his hand and shook his head, and the right eye frame was dark and swollen. The big eyes, which turned out to be like glass marbles, narrowed into a thin slit.

"Lao Tzu slaughtered you, dare to hit the eyes. The big head's voice was grim and cruel.

Zhang San looked out of the corner of his eyes, and there was not even a single wooden stick around. The broken saber had already stabbed over, and the left chest was inexplicably cold.

Almost a subconscious action, Zhang San turned sideways, used his right fist as a wooden sword, and stabbed the big head in the left eye.

Boom...... The big head screamed again, and took a few steps back to glare at Zhang San. His left eye, slowly swollen, narrowed into a slit again. Zhang San understands that in a few minutes, the big head will become a panda eye. Whether there is murderous or not, I can no longer see it.

It turned out that it could be like this.

Zhang San suddenly realized in his heart that his reaction and strength should be even more powerful than the big head. The eight punches of the king are the wrong choice, and the sudden counterattack is effective.

The big head didn't expect this to be the end, and began to scold, and he didn't know where the dialect was. But the man stood where he was, and did not dare to attack.

Of course Zhang San is willing. He split the five fingers of his left hand, combed his messy bangs, and looked out the window, and found that only two of the City God guards were still standing. Brother Tian and the snake boxer, the two of them were more than ten meters away from the entrance of the community, pointing guns at the gate on the left and right, looking nervous.

The other two, one with blood flowing from his right arm, and the other lying on the ground, unknown whether he was alive or dead.

Poinsettia was still hiding behind the wall of the community, as if she knew that Zhang San was looking, she glanced back at him indifferently, looked at the shape of her mouth, and scolded softly: "Scum." ”

Zhang San was thinking about whether to jump out of the window and escape, the more he dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for him.

The big head suddenly shouted and pounced, like a mad demon. Zhang San relied on superhuman reactions, fighting and retreating, hitting him in the head and chest from time to time. But he seemed to have turned into a robot, adjusting his pace, and slashing with his broken saber regardless of it.

Zhang San was defeated and retreated, and finally could only rely on the wall in the room to dodge. It's a pity that this kind of wall is useless, and the broken saber is cut through the place, and it is easy to cut through it, and it does not affect the swing of the big head.

Soon, Zhang San was forced into a corner. The eyes of the big head are swollen with only two thin slits, and they are still accurately wiped towards the neck. During the strenuous exercise, the breathing of the big head was actually very stable, and on the bald top, there was not a drop of sweat, and the whole body exuded a cold killing intent.

On Zhang San's neck, fine goosebumps bulged, and he seemed to smell a breath of death.