These two kicks embody the life-long skills of the peerless strongman Tsering Nyima. If he was kicked, he would at least be seriously injured.
Zhu Xiaoyao is in front and Fang Wenqiang is behind. If Fang Wenqiang takes action, he will definitely injure Tsering Nyima.
At the critical moment, Fang Wenqiang chose to block.
Hell Phoenix had resisted swords, guns and bullets several times in his life for his brothers in life and death, but this time he still chose to resist without hesitation.
What is a brother? A brother is the one who can block the knife for you at the critical moment!
His foot hit Fang Wenqiang hard on the back, as powerful as a phoenix from hell, and he couldn't help but burst out with an earth-shaking roar.
Fang Wenqiang fell, accompanied by Zhu Xiaoyao's heart-rending roar.
"Brother Qiang!" Zhu Xiaoyao's eyes were as red as blood, and she slashed with her knife.
Blood spurted out, and Tsering Nyima's chest was filled with flesh and blood.
"Bang!" Fang Wenqiang tried his best and at the last moment hit Tsering Nyima's lower gear with a fierce hook kick.
This is the most vulnerable part of a man. Tsering Nyima roared angrily and covered his lower part with a ferocious expression.
Zhu Xiaoyao's steel knife fell mercilessly and struck Tsering Nyima on the shoulder.
The Tang sword was swung, the sword light, blood and Zhu Xiaoyao's roar mixed together.
Tsering Nyima’s huge body collapsed, causing dust to fly.
His torso and limbs were covered in blood and flesh, and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body.
Zhu Xiaoyao hated Tsering Nyima so much that in just five minutes, he chopped him hundreds of times.
Fang Wenqiang fell to the ground, unconscious. Zhu Xiaoyao's heart was completely focused on him, and he didn't notice the black shadow behind him at all.
"Boom!" The tyrannical energy burst out, and a huge boulder flew over from outside the door.
The force is so powerful and heavy that it weighs as much as a thousand catties, and it will break bones and tendons.
Zhu Xiaoyao hugged Fang Wenqiang and rolled on the spot, avoiding the bombardment of the giant rock.
Outside the door, a figure flashed, who was it if it wasn't Dawa.
Dawa, Dawa, who was as cunning as a plateau wolf, did not leave. He would not give up until he saw the bodies of the two.
If you think about it carefully, all this might be Dawa's trick again.
"Leave your neck to be slaughtered, so as not to dirty Buddha's hands!"
Dawa's triangular eyes shot out a fierce light, and he looked at Zhu Xiaoyao like a ferocious beast looking at its prey.
It is a very satisfying thing to be able to kill two martial arts masters with your own hands. Dawa is not in a hurry, he will slowly put psychological pressure on the opponent until the opponent completely collapses.
Fang Wenqiang was unconscious, Zhu Xiaoyao was also injured, and the situation was critical.
Turning his head, with sparkling eyes, Zhu Xiaoyao put down Fang Wenqiang and raised the steel knife in his hand.
Brother Qiang, even if this is our last battle, I will defend the honor of our Dragon Shadow Team.
The sword shoots out like the wind, leading the cavalry into the battle fiercely.
The Five Tiger Soul-Severing Knife, the Mountain-Breaking Knife, and Zhu Xiaoyao used their unique knife skills on the rock wall one after another, making it impossible for Dawa to gain the upper hand.
One man works hard, but ten thousand men cannot do anything!
Zhu Xiaoyao forgot about his pain, life and death, and was completely immersed in the fight between life and death.
The dark golden golden wheel struck down, and Dawa knocked away Zhu Xiaoyao's Tang Dao.
The left palm was ready to strike and struck out with a bang.
The Mahamudra of Tantric Buddhism is extremely powerful. With this palm strike, the whole space seems to be shaking.
Dawa used fierce attacks to restrain Zhu Xiaoyao's offensive, trying to drain the opponent's physical strength. Zhu Xiaoyao dodged sideways, and the Tang Dao tip scraped across the rock wall, shooting out a stream of sparks.
Dawa flew by like a flying eagle, and the golden wheel hit Zhu Xiaoyao's back.
This attack was carried out with full force, without any reservation.
Dawa had already calculated all of Zhu Xiaoyao's escape routes, and he firmly believed that this was a sure blow.
"Whoa!" The light of the sword shone brightly, and the sword was as sharp as a dragon from the sky.
The sword was white as snow, and the fierce sword light reflected Dawa's tragic face, and his body trembled.
A blade tip emerged from Dawa's heart. His muscles were twisted to the point of exploding. Green veins bulged on his head like a horned dragon, and large beads of sweat flowed down his forehead.
Fang Wenqiang, covered in blood, stood up, holding the Tang Dao in his right arm.
It turned out that Fang Wenqiang had already noticed it when Dawa entered the house.
But at that time, he was seriously injured and didn't even have the strength to stand up.
With his strong will and extraordinary physique, Fang Wenqiang gathered the last strength in his body and gave Dawa a fatal blow at the critical moment.
Hell Phoenix, the king who rushed out of hell, how could he fall down so easily? Even if he is about to fall, he must give the enemy the final blow!
"Dawa, you have today too!" Fang Wenqiang squeezed out these words and drew the knife sharply.
"Ah---" As a living Buddha, Dawa, who preaches reincarnation, is as afraid and painful as ordinary people when facing life and death.
At this moment, all the gods and Buddhas could not save him from sinking, and death completely swallowed him up.
Fang Wenqiang leaned against the rock wall, sat down slowly, and finally closed his eyes - "Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang!" The hope in Zhu Xiaoyao's heart was shattered to pieces like a glass cup falling from a tall building.
His face was pale golden, his breath was gone, and Fang Wenqiang looked as weak as a dying person.
Zhu Xiaoyao was so confused that it took five minutes to wake up.
Outside the corridor, there was the sound of rapid footsteps, and Zhu Xiaoyao woke up in horror: Could there be another enemy?
Holding Tang Dao tightly, Zhu Xiaoyao walked gently to the door, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the incoming enemy.
The footsteps gradually got closer and became more chaotic, and a familiar face came into view.
Fang Ming, it was Fang Ming, Zhu Xiaoyao was like seeing a long-lost relative, and the Tang knife fell to the ground with a clang.
"Little demon sister, strong brother!"
Accompanying Fang Ming were porcupines and bald eagles, who were stunned by the scene in front of them.
Fang Ming walked quickly to Fang Wenqiang and injected his powerful inner energy into it. Fang Wenqiang opened his eyes, just for a moment and then closed them again. The situation was urgent, so Fang Ming quickly fed him the life-saving medicine Dahuan Dan.
"Vulture, porcupine, take Brother Qiang away."
The Vulture nodded, took out the military straps from his backpack and made it into a simple stretcher. The group of people came outside the cave and trudged back along the original path.
The journey was extremely difficult, and it took several people a long time to get out.
"Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang!" More than two hundred brothers rushed forward and surrounded the stretcher.
Outside the crowd, Sampa Rinpoche looked at Fang Wenqiang on the stretcher with a complicated expression, clasping his palms together as if praying.
"Little Demon Sister, where is Dawa?"
"Here!" Zhu Xiaoyao took out Dawa's head from the military backpack. It was cut off before she left. The value of this head is comparable to a peerless treasure.
Sampa Rinpoche's hanging heart finally dropped. He closed his eyes and recited a scripture about reincarnation, and left with his men - "Master, please stay." Fang Ming stopped Sampa Rinpoche.
"Donor Fang, Dawa is dead. Things here have come to an end. I have to say goodbye."
"Master, has he forgotten our agreement?"
Sampa Rinpoche was startled and said: "I haven't forgotten, but we still haven't found the entrance to Eagle Canyon. Even if I have the key to the canyon, it won't help."
Fang Ming asked: "But what if I have it?"
Sampa Rinpoche's eyes flashed with surprise: "Could it be that the entrance is in this ice cave?"
Fang Ming nodded. Even though Sampa Rinpoche was a man of determination, he couldn't help but let out a long breath.
The reason why Shangri-La is mysterious is that it contains legendary mysterious treasures.
The overwhelming wealth can always arouse the desire deep in the heart of the people, and no one can resist the temptation of wealth.
Sampa Rinpoche looked at his junior brother Dawa's pale head and said with emotion: "Dawa has been searching for treasures all his life, but he didn't expect that he would fall closest to the treasure."
Looking back carefully, this dangerous journey into the ice cave is very legendary. Dawa, who was bent on pursuing the treasure, fell at the treasure gate where Tsering Nyima was waiting. Even before his death, he could not see the treasure he had been pursuing all his life.
This is really a cruel joke played by fate on Dawa, a very tragic black humor!
Sampa Rinpoche thought for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand, and a golden snake-shaped key appeared in his hand.
"Here you go!" Sampa Rinpoche gave the key to Fang Ming.
This is a treasure related to the wealth of the country, and possessing it can open a mysterious door to wealth.
Fang Ming was still worrying about the subsequent exploration and distribution of wealth, but he did not expect that Sampa Rinpoche would give him the key casually.
"Why?" Fang Ming couldn't help but ask.
"Young man, make good use of your wealth." Sampa Rinpoche's voice came from far away, the wind blew his red cassock, and his figure was so eye-catching in the wind and snow——