"Boom ——!"

The violent sound spread throughout the four fields, and the grass around was tossed by the strong air waves, and small gravel flew all over the sky.

Bang!!!

With a violent sound, the Haotian Hammer in Tang San's hand smashed directly into Xiao He's chest!

But......

Xiao Hewen didn't move!

Not even the clothes on his chest were crushed.

"Didn't you eat? Why don't you have any strength at all? ”

Xiao He looked at Tang San with a smile, his tone full of mockery.

"It can't be!"

Tang San raised his eyebrows, stomped his right foot hard, his entire body rose into the air, and the Haotian Hammer in his hand smashed towards Xiao He again.

Bang bang bang!!

The dense rain-like hammer shadow landed on Xiao He's chest, making a dull crashing sound.

However, Xiao He was still unharmed.

"Xiao Qisan, have you fought enough??"

Xiao He raised his eyebrows, he raised his right hand, tried his best to control the force, and slapped the oncoming Haotian Hammer with the lightest slap.

Bang!!!

With a crisp sound, Tang San's body was directly pumped out of more than ten meters, smashing a shallow pit on the ground.

"Impossible, even if your martial soul is a super martial soul, but as a weapon martial soul, it will bring you such a strong physique at all!"

Tang San struggled to get up from the pit, his whole person looked embarrassed, and his face was full of shock.

"Is it so difficult to admit that you are a weak chicken?"

Xiao He snorted coldly and lightly tapped his right foot on the ground.

Thundered!!!

The next moment, the entire hill began to shake violently, as if an earthquake had occurred, and dust and smoke obscured everyone's vision.

"Poof!!"

Tang San, who was already holding on, directly raised his head to the sky and spewed out a mouthful of old blood because of the shaking of the ground, and the whole person fell to the ground.

"Honestly spurt out a mouthful of blood, then it's over, why do you have to hold on?"

Xiao He shook his head as he slowly walked up to Tang San.

"Tang Great God King, can you tell me why you have the confidence to kill me?"

Xiao He squatted down and gently patted Tang San's cheek.

"Huhuhu......"

Tang San's chest rose and fell rapidly, obviously suffering serious internal injuries.

"Impossible, how can you be so strong, you obviously don't have a soul ring, and you don't have a soul skill!"

Tang San opened his eyes with difficulty, only to find that Xiao He was staring at him with a playful expression.

"Do you think I'll tell you?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Xiao He's mouth.

"No...... Impossible, Haotian Hammer in hand, coupled with my years of hard work, even if I don't have a soul ring, I can still defeat the Soul Venerable...... Poof!! ”

Tang San's eyes widened, and as soon as he was halfway through his words, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was as angry as a gossamer.

"Tang Great God King, what do you say I should do with you?"

Xiao He's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth flashed a cruel color.

"You...... You can't kill me...... I'm telling you...... My father is a Title Douluo...... Burst! ”

Tang San gasped desperately and said intermittently, while spitting out a few mouthfuls of jet-black blood.

"Oh? Is it? I'm going to pinch you to death right now! ”

Xiao He smiled disdainfully, he stretched out his right hand and pressed it towards Tang San's neck.

Seeing Xiao He's right hand gradually approaching, Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

He opened his mouth wide and tried to shout, but found that his throat was so clogged that he couldn't make any sound at all.

Just as Xiao He was about to touch Tang San's throat, a violent wind suddenly hit and blew on the two of them.

"Little brute, you dare to bully my son!"

A low voice suddenly sounded, as if it exploded in the air.

The sound was not loud, but the domineering spirit contained in it made Xiao He stop moving.

Well, it's not for other reasons, it's just that someone suddenly yelled at me and was a little irritable.

Xiao He subconsciously raised his head, only to see a black figure silently appear in mid-air, floating there quietly, as if he should have belonged there.

It was a middle-aged man, who looked to be in his fifties, tall and burly, but his dress was not flattering.

The torn robe was worn on the body, and there were not even patches on it, revealing the bronzed skin underneath.

The facial features that were originally quite upright were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, and he looked sleepy-eyed.

Seeing this person, Tang San's eyes gradually turned red, and hot tears burst out of his eyes, and four difficult words slowly spit out from his mouth: "Father...... Kiss...... Save...... I ......"

This person is undoubtedly Tang Hao, who is long overdue.

Tang Hao had been following Tang San in secret, but when he saw that the person Tang San was following was Xiao He, he went back to sleep.

After all, what threat can a mere commoner's grandson pose to his excellent son?

After all, the grandson of a mere commoner is dead when he dies, what else can he do?

After all, he Tang Hao didn't know how many martial soul halls he had smashed over the years, and it had also led to the deaths of many civilians.

What can I do if I'm just a civilian, if I'm dead, I'm dead?

However, now a mud-legged man wants to kill his excellent son?

You must know that this is his Tang Hao's son, who has the noblest bloodline and the most outstanding talent in the world.

If this hill does not shake, he Tang Hao will be in his sleep and lose this best son!

This situation is bearable, which is unbearable!

"Little brute, don't let go of Xiao San yet!"

Tang Hao glared at Xiao He angrily, exuding a chill all over his body, like a thousand-year-old ice cellar.

"When you say this, don't you first ask your good son what he did?"

Xiao He smiled coldly, raised his right hand slightly, and the momentum exuded by Tang Hao dissipated into nothingness in an instant.

"No matter what he does, it's not something that people like you can touch!"

Tang Hao took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said indifferently.

He looked at Tang San lying on the ground, his eyes showed a touch of concern, this was his own flesh and blood, it was his hope for revenge, Tang Hao still cared about his life or death.

"Someone like me? Hehe, are you taking yourself too seriously? ”

"In my eyes, you two are not even as good as the rhubarb at the entrance of the village!"

Although Xiao He's voice is not loud, it contains a strong sense of arrogance.

"Little brute, give me death!"

Tang Hao was furious, his figure suddenly turned into a streamer, and he came to Xiao He's front in an instant, and slammed his fist into Xiao He's chest.

"Hehe, I think you're dirty!"

Xiao He smiled coldly, not only did he not dodge or dodge, but he also raised his right arm and swung out with the same punch.

Rumble!!

The two iron fists slammed into each other, and suddenly a piercing roar erupted.

Click!

The crisp sound of cracking bones reached everyone's ears.