"Haha - Brother Samba, you finally showed up." Dawa waved: "Haji, Sangjieb, you each lead a team to outflank, and the rest follow me!"
Haji was gearing up, and he led fifty people to follow.
Pursuing in the snow valley is a very dangerous thing. Haji grew up in the snow mountains, and his pursuit ability is far different from ordinary people. Twenty minutes later, Haji, who was leading the way, arrived at Eagle Canyon.
Behind a rock, a figure disappeared in a flash.
A smile appeared on Haji's mouth. In his opinion, no matter how cunning the prey is, it cannot escape the hunter's grasp.
Haji waved his hand, and his men surrounded each other in a fan shape.
"Boom!" There was an earth-shattering loud noise, and the snow chunks under the feet were scattered in all directions, setting off a waterfall-like snow lang. Amid the exclamations of the lamas, an ice cave about ten meters wide and more than a hundred meters deep appeared in front of them.
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"Ah---" Amidst the screams, the eleven men were swallowed by the snow and turned into cold corpses.
"Chichi!" The sharp crossbow arrows pierced through the flying snow and shot towards Haji and the others. The power of these crossbow arrows was surprisingly strong, and they were so fast that people could not react.
Haji pulled out the Tibetan knife with his backhand, and the sword's light formed a dense curtain of light, knocking the crossbow arrows upside down. However, the huge repulsive force on the crossbow arrows made Haji stagger.
The others were not as lucky as Haji, and they blocked in a hurry. The force of the shock made these people unsteady, and four or five of his subordinates made the same mistake again.
The commotion ended within a few minutes and everything returned to silence.
The valley opposite was filled with snow and fog, and it was a vast expanse of sky. Haji's heart was also filled with white.
In history, when had the first Vajra Haji suffered such a big loss? In less than ten minutes, more than half of his men were killed or injured, and he didn't even see the opponent's face.
Anger filled Haji's chest, and he ordered his men to bypass the sinkhole and continue moving forward.
There was a snowy ridge ahead. Haji clenched the Tibetan knife in his hand and moved forward cautiously.
"Hoo!" The snow on the ground condensed into snow arrows and shot toward Haji.
The sword shined brightly, and Haji rushed into the snow like a demon-conquering King Kong.
The next scene was magical and strange. The snow on the ground seemed to have some kind of life, and it gathered together to form spectacular snow waterfalls, covering Haji.
In the blood waterfall, cold light shone, and a Tang sword struck down fiercely.
The sword is very fast and fierce, and specializes in a "cleave" formula, which can be used to chop horizontally, vertically, or diagonally. Each sword is cunning and terrifying, with astonishing power.
Haji had never seen such violent sword skills. Being in the opponent's sword force was like being under the impact of a rushing waterfall.
The monk's robes stirred, the golden light of Haji's left hand shone, and his big handprint moved towards the opponent.
The Mahamudra possesses the power of the Vajra to subdue dragons and tigers. Haji once split an iron pillar with one palm, and he firmly believed that the opponent was no match for him.
The stars shone brightly, and a sword stabbed over without any warning.
"Swish!" There was a sound, blood flew out, and the sharp sword tip pierced Haji's palm, causing him heartbreaking pain.
"This---" Just when Haji was about to retreat, the light of the sword flashed again, and the Tang sword pierced Haji's heart like a rainbow across the sun.
Snowflakes were flying, and in the snow and fog, Haji saw a woman in red holding a Tang sword and smiling at him.
Her smile is so charming, like a mandala blooming in the dark hell, with an indescribable weirdness.
The woman gently withdrew the knife, and the severe pain caused Haji to wake up briefly. He let out an earth-shattering roar and bumped towards the other party.
"Bang!" Zhu Xiaoyao flew up and kicked Haji's huge body away. Then with a slash of the knife, a bloody head rolled down on the snow.
Haji's men were stunned. They stared at this scene in a daze, watching their once-invincible first King Kong turn into a bloody corpse, and the cold chill froze them.
This group of lamas who lost their fighting spirit soon went to hell. Zhu Xiaoyao looked at the corpses on the ground and wiped his hands with satisfaction.
Yelena on the side took out a wooden stick, picked up Haji's bloody head on the wooden stick, and inserted it into the snow. The two witches did these things very naturally.
"Yelena, draw an arrow next to the stick and write a line of words - If you have the guts, come with me. I want to see if Dawa takes the bait!"
Zhu Xiaoyao waved his hand, and his men entered the Eagle Canyon and hid in the rocks on both sides of the canyon, quietly waiting for Dawa to arrive.
Ten minutes later, Dawa and Sangjeb met at the killing place.
More than fifty bloody corpses fell to the ground. These corpses were piled up in an orderly manner. From a distance, they looked like a blooming mandala. In the middle of the flower, a thick wooden stick picked up a mandala.
The white head was wiped with blood, and Haji's eyes were wide open unwillingly, as if he was exploring why he died so quickly.
Dawa looked down and saw arrows and words on the snow.
The manager Sang Jie's face turned pale, and he said with fear: "Living Buddha, this must be a trick of the enemy. We must not fall for it!"
Dawa turned around, his eyes were so sharp and suffocating: "Sangjieb, what do you mean-"
"We ---" Sang Jiebu thought for a long time before saying the word "retreat".
"Retreat? Retreat?" Dawa's monk's robe suddenly bulged, and his violent breath rolled past like a black cloud. He grabbed Sangjieb's neck with one hand and lifted him up.
With a "bang", Dawa threw Sangjebu onto the snow. His face was as cold as ice on the ground: "Sangjebu, lead the team forward. I will never catch Sangpa Rinpoche.