Xiaohuan controlled the bus to move forward quickly. The accelerator was pressed to the bottom, and the car was trembling slightly. She could hear many lamas and Ximen Lang shouting and fighting together on the roof. She was amazed in her heart. The master of the Huamen family was indeed the master of the house.
It is a well-deserved reputation. It can actually fight against the Ten Evil Spirits of Tantric Buddhism. It is truly amazing and powerful!
The reason why she had such an idea was because the Master of the Ten Evil Spirits, King Xizang, was the number one master of Tantric Buddhism and powerful in the Tibetan area. Lei Jingxun, the leader of the Xihua Sect, paid a lot of money to invite him to help. He wanted to help at the critical moment.
He suddenly attacked the other three Chinese sects at any time and wiped them out, making the Xihua sect the orthodox one. He became the true master of the sect and the undisputed overlord of the underworld in country Z.
The King of Psychic Dharma has ten disciples, namely Sarhuo and others who are known as the Ten Evil Spirits of Tantric Buddhism. They are all highly skilled in martial arts, especially eight of them can form the invincible formation of the Great Prajna Copper Wall, which is so powerful that even a top-notch expert will fall into the formation.
There is no escape from death.
Xiaohuan was feeling nervous and excited at the same time. As an undercover agent of the Xihua Gate, she had been lurking in the Donghua Gate for a long time. However, due to the limited number of people she came into contact with, she only provided some unimportant information to the gate.
The door owner was very dissatisfied with her. Unexpectedly, after
After her hard work, she now got the two treasures that Lei Jinghun had dreamed of, the Hualong Ring and the Mountain and River Fan. Naturally, she had made a great contribution, and she was very excited. However, at this time, she was still in the area occupied by Huamen and had no chance of returning safely.
Arriving at the headquarters made her a little uneasy.
Ahead, one kilometer away from the bus, is a bridge called Xieyang Bridge. Below is the wide Hui River, which surges with the waves and goes north.
Five large trucks came quickly from west to east and braked suddenly on the bridge. Liu Kaifeng jumped down from the leading truck first, waved the strange knife in his hand, and loudly ordered: "Hold the truck sideways, completely
Block the road."
The trucks moved back and forth, lined up in a row, blocking the entire bridge deck end to end. On top, members of the Huamen family's backroom, armed with machetes and other weapons, rushed to jump out of the trucks. There were more than a hundred people.
As a result, the bridge deck was blocked, and the passing vehicles on both sides could not pass. They stopped far away and stood in a row on the east and west sides. Seeing the over 100-year-old man holding a machete with a fierce look, who could
Dare to move forward.
Liu Kaifeng jumped up and landed on the cab of the large truck in the middle. He looked far away and saw several people fighting fiercely on the roof of the bus that was speeding by. He sneered and said to himself: "Look at you.
Where to escape?"
The bus was going fast. When Xiaohuan saw the roadblocks and densely packed armed personnel in front of her, she was shocked. Oh no, I can't get through. What should I do? It seems that the situation is not good!
While secretly feeling frightened, Xiao Huan complained in his heart, what happened to the chief helmsman? He had promised to have an air support, but he didn't even come at this time. He was so anxious!
On the roof of the bus, Ximen Lang was having a fierce fight with eight lamas. No matter how fast he was or how sharp his moves were, he could never break out of the invincible formation of this huge Prajna wall. This made him angry and cursed secretly.
: "Damn it, is this formation so powerful that it can't be broken at all?"
The Tibetan sword gleamed with cold light, and always struck from unexpected directions. After forming a formation, the speed and strength of the eight lamas increased exponentially, putting Ximen Lang in danger. He could only rely on the flexibility of his body skills to survive.
Support.
In an instant, the bus was less than a hundred meters away from the roadblock in front. Xiaohuan could clearly see the faces of the Huamen militants, which made her panic. It's over, it's over, I really can't run away this time!
If we really can’t run away, let’s just die together!
Xiaohuan gritted his teeth and without slowing down at all, the bus crashed into it like a rhinoceros running at a high speed.
Liu Kaifeng frowned at the top of the big truck and actually wanted to hit him hard. Is the driver inside the bus crazy? He hurriedly shouted: "Everyone, please disperse!" Many members of the Huamen and the drivers in the vehicles parked next to them felt what was going on.
Due to the seriousness of the bus, they hurriedly dispersed away from the roadblock. These people knew that according to the current speed of the bus, once it hit the roadblock of the truck crew, an explosion would occur immediately, which was very dangerous.
To the west, there was a slight roar in the sky, and an M-made R-22 mini helicopter flew over quickly and approached the bus.
Xiaohuan felt excited and cursed secretly: This dead girl is finally here!
When the bus was only about thirty meters away from the roadblock, the helicopter flew above the bus and descended to only five or six meters away from the roof. The hurricane driven by the propeller caused the nine people on the roof to stagger and sway. At this time,
It was a time when lives were at stake, so no one paid attention to these things and continued to fight crazily, not daring to be distracted at all.
Xiaohuan stood up and left the driver's seat. With a flick of his wrist, a long rope came out of the hole in the roof like a poisonous snake and wrapped around the landing gear beam on the right side of the helicopter. The pilot in the helicopter pushed the joystick fiercely, causing the helicopter to quickly lift off.
Xiaohuan's curvaceous body emerged from the hole, rose into the air, and said with a smile: "Master Ximen, you fight them slowly, I'll take the first step!"
Glancing at the small ring six or seven meters high from the roof of the car, Ximen Lang said angrily: "I'll kill you..." He was about to raise his right hand to shoot the opponent down with an iron ball, but unexpectedly, a sharp hidden knife appeared
It slashed sharply from the slant and reached the top of his wrist in an instant.
Ximen Lang was horrified and hurriedly withdrew his hands. Then he felt the strong wind coming from his back. He quickly dodged, but his movements were slightly slower. A shallow gash was made by the Tibetan knife, from his shoulder to his waist. Although it was not deep, it was
The wound was very long and blood was gushing out, which was shocking.
The opportunity was fleeting. In the blink of an eye, the helicopter left quickly, and Xiaohuan, who was hanging tightly on the long rope, quickly headed west. At this time, the helicopter was about a few hundred meters away from the ground, and Xiaohuan's petite body was flying.
It swings back and forth in the wind. If it falls, it will inevitably be shattered into pieces. It looks extremely dangerous.
Seeing that the bus was about to rush in front of him, Liu Kaifeng shouted anxiously: "Brother Lang, get out of the way..." He jumped down and leaped more than ten meters away in two ups and downs.
Sal, who was standing on the roof of the car facing west, found that the bus was about to hit the truck. He shouted in horror, "No!" He didn't care about holding on to his position anymore and quickly jumped away.
As a result, an empty crotch appeared in his position, and Saron's figure was completely exposed. Ximen Lang seized this golden opportunity and stabbed it with the fishbone sword...