There are three masters on the other side, kill Morris, and the other two are rushing towards this side.
When experts compete with each other, they will try their best to fight for any chance they have. Sometimes gaining the upper hand means victory, and victory is the guarantee of survival.
A sneer appeared on the corner of Zhu Xiaoyao's mouth. She was like an agile civet cat, hiding in a nearby big tree.
The big branches are criss-crossed, and the thick vines are like the devil's arms, overlapping and covering the body of the big tree layer after layer.
Hiding in the big tree, Zhu Xiaoyao held his breath, as if he had become one with the giant tree in the sky.
In a fierce battle in the jungle, concealment is the first prerequisite. In order to practice concealment, Zhu Xiaoyao once lurked for half a month in a smelly ditch full of dead bodies and maggots. It is the rigorous training that made Zhu Xiaoyao so strong.
"Rust!" The sound was very soft, like an insect playing with the blades of grass.
Zhu Xiaoyao's ears twitched, and a coquettish and cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Death Rose's smile is always charming, and Zhu Xiaoyao will show such an evil smile every time he kills someone.
The sound of insects playing with the grass blades was chaotic, but the current sound was very even, as regular as human footsteps.
The sound got closer, and Zhu Xiaoyao slowly pulled out the Tang Dao from his waist.
"Boom!" Just when Zhu Xiaoyao was about to use his sword, the opponent moved first.
It was Iguita who took action, and he also captured Zhu Xiaoyao's aura.
Higuita is known as the Phantom, and the most fantastic thing about him is his movement.
He is very fast and can leave afterimages in the air that are difficult to distinguish. This is where the nickname "Phantom" comes from.
The heavy body was like a bomber flying at high speed, and the submachine gun in his left hand was spitting out tongues of fire.
Zhu Xiaoyao's body flashed and she hid behind the big tree. She waited patiently.
Higuita ran out of bullets and slammed the gun over.
It hit Zhu Xiaoyao two centimeters away from her left shoulder. Zhu Xiaoyao's expression remained unchanged, and she held the Tang Dao tighter with her right hand.
Higuita's attack had no effect. At this time, his figure began to fall. Higuita used his left arm hard and held the vines in an attempt to fly away again.
The sword flashed suddenly and rolled towards the ground.
The cold blade shone in front of Ikita, and he hurriedly raised his feet to meet Zhu Xiaoyao's blade.
The legs and feet are long and fleshy, and even martial arts masters at the same level cannot use their bodies to meet the opponent's sharp edge.
There was a row of thin flying blades tied to Higuita. At this moment, he was at a disadvantage, so he used this move to adapt to circumstances.
Unfortunately, he faced Zhu Xiaoyao, known as the Rose of Death.
The target of Tang Dao's attack was not Higuita at all, but the vines above his head. The sword's light was gentle, and it only used half of the strength to cut off the vines, causing Higuita to lose his balance immediately.
It's a very scary thing for people to be in the air and unable to use force.
Higuita roared angrily, thrust out the saber in his left hand, and tried to use the tree trunk to stabilize his body.
"Boom!" Zhu Xiaoyao exerted force with his feet, and his whole body hit him like a cannonball, drawing a sharp arc in the air.
Blood flew out, and there was a terrifying blood hole in Ikita's chest. Zhu Xiaoyao's Tang knife pierced his chest at a thunderous speed, and the tip of the knife pierced his heart.
shattered.
Death is violent and painful, so painful that no sound can be made.
"Poof!" Higuita fell from mid-air and turned into a pile of rotten flesh.
Zhu Xiaoyao raised her hand, and blood spurted out. She shook her hand and took out the snow-white handkerchief, and gently wiped the blade, as gently as stroking her lover's eyes.
"Little Demon Sister, wonderful!" Fang Ming walked out and clapped his hands.
He saw the scene just now clearly. The duel between masters is not a simple fight. Only when all factors are taken into consideration can one be considered a real master.
Zhu Xiaoyao's attack was too confusing, and Iguita lost in a matter of seconds.
Zhu Xiaoyao smiled charmingly and inserted the Tang Dao into her waist: "Let's go and support the monk."
A dull sound came from the depths of the jungle, and Zhihai and Iron Tower Beslan were engaged in a close-quarters fight.
Zhihai's sword was stuck on the ground, and Beslan's iron sword was lying next to it. It seemed that the two of them had progressed from fighting with weapons to a duel with bare hands.
Zhihai's Arhat Fist is so powerful that every punch is like an Arhat subduing a dragon and subduing a tiger, with great power.
Suddenly, Beslan's figure retreated sharply, leaving a gap in his left rib.
Zhihai took a step forward with a ferocious look on his face. It seemed that he was going to use a special move.
This was the moment Beslan was waiting for. His right foot flew out suddenly, the tip of his toe shining with cold light.
It turned out that Beslan had a three-inch-long steel blade hidden in his boots, and he exposed it just to lure Zhihai into taking the bait.
"Whoosh!" Three black rays of light were like lightning. The left side of Beslan's body was shaken violently, and his right foot went limp.
"Bang!" A dull voice sounded, and Zhihai punched Beslan in the waist, sending him flying backwards.
This punch was powerful and heavy, and it attacked the weakest part of a person's waist. Beslan flew three meters in a row, hit a tree trunk and bounced down. His mouth was filled with sticky mud.
"If I want to plot against you, Lord Buddha, there is no way!" Zhihai approached with a ferocious smile, slapped Beslan's Tianling Cap with his palm, and sent him to the west.
After doing all this, Zhihai took out a sachet from the bag on his waist, used fine sandalwood to calm his hands, then put his palms together and recited the Ksitigarbha Samsara Sutra.
There is no green smoke curling around, no statues of gods sitting upright, Zhihai murmuring to himself, just like the merciful and compassionate gods and Buddhas, sympathizing with the sufferings and happiness of all living beings.
Zhu Xiaoyao originally wanted to make a joke, but at this situation, she couldn't help but feel a kind of supreme solemnity in her heart.
Three minutes later, Zhihai turned around and his Buddha statue disappeared without a trace: "Brother, this guy wants to plot against me. I'm not someone to be trifled with."
The monk who saves and the monk who kills, half of the sea of wisdom is fire and the other half is ice.
Fang Ming shook his head and asked differently: "Zhihai, what weapon did you use just now?"
Speaking of weapons, Zhihai came to his senses. He quickly picked up the sword and stabbed Beslan's body several times. Several bloody beads rolled out of the body, which turned out to be three Buddhist beads.
The beads were stained with blood. Zhihai tore off Beslan's clothes, wiped them a few times, and put them into his arms. What he did was very normal, as if killing and salvation were as normal as eating and sleeping.
Zhu Xiaoyao asked himself whether he could be as calm as a monk after killing hundreds of people.
What an evil monk!
It will be very easy to get rid of the opponent's three masters and the remaining minions.
Fang Ming handed over the peripheral attack mission to Black Panther, Fire Dragon and the others, while he and Zhu Xiaoyao approached Puyang Feng.
Puyang Feng was in the car, feeling nervous for no reason.
Fifteen minutes have passed, and there is still no movement. On the contrary, the gunshots from the outside are getting louder and louder.
Puyang Feng looked at his watch and decided that if there was no response in another two minutes, he would leave immediately.
Two minutes passed quickly. Puyang Feng sat in the driver's seat and prepared to ignite the car.
Several figures appeared in front, led by a young man with a handsome face and a sunny smile.
Fang Ming? Why is Fang Ming here?
Puyang Feng's mind suddenly went blank. When he woke up, Fang Ming was less than ten meters away from the car.
The situation is over, but Puyang Feng is not a person who waits to die. This frail young man's creed has always been "I would rather fight to the death than settle for nothing!".
Success is gratifying, but failure is also tragic. Moreover, he knows that there is no middle way between himself and Fang Ming.
"Boom!" Puyang Feng suddenly stepped on the accelerator and crashed towards Fang Ming. His eyes were blood red, like a gambler who had lost everything, looking forward to the last madness.
Fang Ming smiled, and he and Zhu Xiaoyao dodged to both sides, sweeping across five feet.
A mortar hit Puyang Feng's bulletproof car hard. The violent bombardment overturned the car, and the iron pieces and broken glass were scattered on the ground. Then, with a loud bang, the mailbox of the car exploded, and the explosion formed
A ball of fire and thick smoke shot straight into the sky.
Puyang Feng, who founded the Tianxiahui and spread across the four provinces of northern Hunan, finally died, and the fire devoured his body and even his soul.
Fang Ming stood quietly next to the car. He did not have the joy of a winner, but instead felt a sense of sadness.
"What are you thinking about?" Zhu Xiaoyao asked, blinking his beautiful big eyes.
"I didn't think about anything!" Fang Ming raised his head, and the loneliness in his heart was swept away.
In this murderous world, if people are not cruel to others, they will be cruel to me. If I want to avenge my father, there is still a long way to go. I must become a fierce and cunning wild wolf that will make all enemies tremble!
Come on, Yanjing Li family, you will be our next opponent Fang Ming!