Seeing that Jiang Han was a little stunned, the black-faced masked man sneered: "Why are you stunned, do you know that you are scared now?"

"If you don't concentrate now, I'm afraid you'll die faster!" said and punched Jiang Han again.

Jiang Han dodged five moves in a row, and then he understood why the back of the black-faced masked man's hand had such thick calluses, his fist technique was really a fist technique, all fist moves, and the others did not change, and they were all straight attack moves, fierce but not aggressive.

Jiang Han already has a general understanding of the strength of this black-faced masked man, and he has no other characteristics except for his good punching strength, which is probably between him and Edogawa Seventy-eight, and he is not a master.

Seeing Jiang Han's constant dodging, the black-faced masked man sneered: "What are you hiding, aren't you a master?

This is the first time Jiang Han has seen a Japanese man who likes to fight head-to-head with people, he has always thought that the Japanese only like to engage in some sneak attacks behind the back, but he didn't expect that there are also people who like to fight hard.

This made Jiang Han a little interested in him, and when the black-faced masked man punched him again, Jiang Han didn't dodge again, but gently stretched out his left fist and collided with the black-faced masked man's fist.

Seeing that Jiang Han was ready to fight with him, the black-faced masked man was extremely disdainful in his heart, he was very confident in his fist, he had also encountered such an opponent before, and none of them had a good end with his fist, the light hand bone was broken, and the heavy arm was even broken.

The black-faced masked man seemed to have seen Jiang Han's broken bones and painful appearance, and a trace of a smile could be seen in the eyes that appeared in the mask.

The two fists collided together with a "bang", and the black-faced masked man suddenly tightened in his heart, and he felt as if he had hit an iron plate with this punch, and his fists were numb, and he quickly retracted his hand.

Looking at Jiang Han again, as if he was fine, he raised his fist and looked at the black-faced masked man with a smile.

The black-faced masked man looked at the smile on Jiang Han's face, and suddenly felt that he had been greatly insulted, so angry that he shouted: "Come again!" and then used all his strength to rush towards Jiang Han again.

Jiang Han stood in place and didn't move, and his left fist was not withdrawn, just raised in the air, only to see the black-faced masked man then rush forward, raise his right fist and hit Jiang Han's fist fiercely.

The two fists collided again, only to hear a faint sound of bones shattering, followed by a scream from the black-faced masked man, "Ahhh

The white-faced masked man on the side was obviously taken aback, she knew the strength of the black-faced masked man, a pair of iron fists would break people's bones and tendons, and a heavy punch would kill people, why did they lose the upper hand when they fought against people today?

She hurriedly came to the black-faced masked man, and when she looked down, she saw that the black-faced masked man's right fist had been deformed, and it was obvious that the hand bones had been shattered.

The black-faced masked man snorted in pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping out of the mask.

The white-faced masked man asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

The black-faced masked man gritted his teeth and said, "My hand, broken!"

The white-faced masked man turned his head, stared at Jiang Han and said viciously: "You are so vicious, take your life!"

As she spoke, she took out two short knives from her waist and rushed towards Jiang Han.

Edogawa Seventy-eight, who had been hiding behind the red-faced masked man, hurriedly shouted: "Be careful, be careful, you're not his opponent!"

But the white-faced masked man didn't seem to hear it, and the two short knives in his hands attacked Jiang Han like crazy.

Jiang Han dodged and dodged, defusing the stormy attack of the white-faced masked man, the white-faced masked man saw that Jiang Han easily dodged his attack, and he was even more angry, and the short knife in his hand attacked even more fiercely.

This white-faced masked man and the black-faced masked man walked the same way, both of them were attack moves that opened and closed widely, and there was indeed a big difference between them and ordinary widows, Jiang Han deliberately dodged seven or eight moves, so he had a rough idea of the moves of the white-faced masked man.

Seeing that Jiang Han just didn't fight back, the white-faced masked man shouted angrily: "The cunning Central Plains people only know how to dodge the shrunken turtle!"

Jiang Han smiled slightly: "I don't know who hides in this Wufang Town every day and is a turtle with a shrunken head." ”

The white-faced masked man heard Jiang Han humiliate himself, and he was even more angry: "I must kill you today!"

Edogawa Seventy-Eight on the side shouted: "Be careful, he's not easy to deal with." ”

"He has a strange knife, a sword that sharpens iron like clay, and must not be forced into his weapon. ”

When the white-faced masked man heard this, he took two steps back and stopped.

Jiang Han waved his hand: "Don't worry, you don't need weapons to deal with you." ”

The white-faced mask was furious: "You are so crazy, today I will let you die without a place to be buried!" Saying that, with a wave of the two short knives in his hand, he rushed towards Jiang Han again.

Jiang Han had already touched her moves almost, and when he saw her rushing over, he was not in a hurry, just when the white-faced masked man attacked his chest with two swords, Jiang Han raised his hands violently and punched the white-faced masked man's wrist.

The white-faced masked man hurriedly put away the knife and took two steps back, she didn't want Jiang Han to hit her, if she was hit, the result might be worse than the black-faced masked man.

Jiang Han showed a smile on his face: "Didn't you want my life, why did you run so fast?"

The white-faced masked man hurriedly dodged to the side, dodging Jiang Han's kick, and then raised the short knife in his hand and stabbed Jiang Han's thigh.

Jiang Han could only retract his feet and dodge the attack of the white-faced masked man.

The white-faced masked man saw Jiang Han retreat, followed by two more stabs, one up and one down, directly stabbing Jiang Han's face and chest.

Jiang Han waved his hands and grabbed directly at the wrist of the white-faced masked man.

Who knew that the short knife in the hand of the white-faced masked man suddenly flipped over, it turned out that these two knives were false moves, and her target was Jiang Han's hands.

Seeing that his short knife was about to be slashed at Jiang Han's hand, the white-faced masked man couldn't help but show a sneer, he could directly chop off Jiang Han's hands with this knife.

But before she could laugh, she saw Jiang Han's hands suddenly change, and he grabbed directly towards his short knife.

The white-faced masked man instinctively felt bad, and with a fierce force with both hands, he wanted to withdraw his short knife.