A woman of 100 pounds, like a doll at this moment, was thrown up out of thin air and caught flying, the girl screamed at first, but after being thrown out, she couldn't make any sound. The crowd in the hotel was still immersed in the panic of the explosion at first, but after seeing a person fly out, all kinds of panic on everyone's faces turned into a different kind of surprise.

The wind is approaching, Masaki turned around, and a female body spun and flew towards him, with a strong foot, if it was not he Masaki who was standing here at the moment but a wall, the consequences would be crushing. The opponent grabs his weakness everywhere, throwing people away, hurting him is just a trivial matter, and the most important thing is that he has to stop to save people, and give up the dominant position he just controlled.

This is a duel of absolute masters, from the very beginning, the two sides are fighting between the upper hand, more than intelligence, more courage, a slight gap between the upper and lower winds, between the masters, it will immediately decide the winner. Only now, can he get out of the way? Can he let this girl fall to the ground and let a living life be killed in front of him? Absolutely not!

Zhengji greeted him, his hands danced, his left hand was yin, his right hand was yang, the two circles were connected, the way of Tai Chi unloading, had entered the realm, the girl who flew came to the front space of Zhengji, the gyro-like body became an elegant arc at that moment, and turned around in front of Zhengji, and then the feet on his head and feet were down-to-earth, and at the same time, Zhengji used both hands to send the girl seven or eight meters away from the ground, only to poof, the girl couldn't even scream, her hair and clothes were messy, but what she held was that her eyes were still wide open, and her pupils were blank。

At this brief momentary pause, the three people, divided into a triangular shape, surrounded Masaki separately outside the street, and the short-term advantage that Masaki possessed no longer existed, and at this moment fell into an absolute disadvantage.

"If there are any last words, I can convey them for you. But you will never be lonely along the way!" Masaki smiled brightly at this moment. The black-clothed man was alarmed, and immediately knew that something was wrong, and was about to join forces with the other two Arhats to attack, when he saw Masaki lift his hands violently, accompanied by a loud cry, inserted into the edge of the sewer cover behind him at some point by the two ropes that he held in his hand at some point, under his strength, the sewer cover was lifted up suddenly, and at the same time, in the darkness in the distance, a bright light flashed with a trailing tail and fell into the dark sewer.

The iron lid fell again, covering the light in the sewer below, and Masaki stood on top of it at the same time. The three men in black drank violently and attacked Zhengji. There was a loud bang, and in such a quiet night, it was even more sudden, and everyone within a radius of 100 meters was shaken. The three black shadows flew back one after another to avoid being affected. The fire came from inside the sewers,* which ignited the methane, and the thrust generated at the same time tossed the sewer lid high like a cannonball, along with the trapeze artist Masaki.

Masaki's body stretched, and with the powerful thrust generated by the air flow under his feet rushing into the sewer cover, the whole person rose to a height of five or six meters, avoiding the situation of the black shadow attacking together, and at the same time, the rope of his right hand was thrown out, entangled in the street lamp, and with the flick of the centripetal force, the body broke away and fell into the dark corner in the distance!

Hanging high in the quiet moonlight in the sky, the stars are shining brightly, and in the vast enclosure surrounded by iron railings, an eight-story building with a large area on the ceiling, four figures stand calmly, with a crescent moon, in different postures, one of them stands straight, like a spear that goes straight into the sky, and at his feet, there is a series of electric towers that stretch all over the periphery of the substation, the network is intricate, which originally supplied half of the city's bright power station, and those transformers that would have made a buzzing sound are now like the building next to them, hiberning in the night sky。 The man smiled lightly.

"We've got it done here, it seems that everything is going well......" The moonlight half-sprinkled on the man's face, the Chinese face, the smooth nose bridge and the thick brow, the dark face made his whole person like a fog even at night, but the white teeth that smiled were impressive enough. Many people's psychological side has an almost mythical judgment on the living Buddha of Tibetan Tantra, but the person who saw Solangna for the first time will undoubtedly not be quite regretful, if he blends into the crowd, he will definitely be mistaken for the kind of person who is a simple migrant worker, he exudes such a primitive temperament all over his body, but it is absolutely impossible to imagine that he is the central leader of a top intelligence organization in China, but it doesn't matter anymore, what matters is that Solangna is standing here, what is he doing?

A man who was half-sitting on the ground beside Solang raised his head, if the Jiekong of the Zen Rest Temple or any of the high-ranking warrior monks were there, he would recognize that this person was the S-rank wanted person who had betrayed the night organization of the Zen Rest Temple, Cang Mei. Cangmei was dressed in a relaxed outfit, and beside him, another person was dressed again and again, his trench coat was rolled up, and he was carrying a sniper rifle that was extremely commensurate with his tall stature. Lian Duel snorted.

"The initial success of the battle, then the next thing is to follow the predetermined plan, the sharp knife is in place, and then insert it into the enemy's heart? So, Living Buddha, can your three Arhats be able to fight against the No. 8 Zen Sect descendant?" In the darkness, a female voice came, and the face could not be seen clearly.

"You can't doubt this, in the series of Zen heirs, it is recognized that the strongest should be the treasure of the town of Zen Temple, the heirs of Zen Buddhism, right?"

"Master Xuan Bei!" Cang Mei and Lian Duel's faces sank, obviously the black shadow mentioned Xuan Bei, the successor of the 004 Tantric Sect, which caused the memories of the two of them and caused a considerable shock to the two of them. The corners of the figure's lips curled slightly, as if he was quite disdainful of Solanga's so-called strongest.

"If Xuan Bei is the number one master of Zen Xi Temple, then the five great arhats under my command are the strongest masters of our Tibetan Tantra. Because of the Xiaoqiang characteristics of the Tantric Descendants of Zen Xi Temple No. 008 who can't be killed, Qimo, Solang and Lute are all masters who have studied the cultivation method of the unity of heaven and man in the Tantric school, and the masters of the ultimate killing path, the combined attack of the three of them is completely not restricted by mutual containment, and they have the power to crush it into powder for any person alone!"

"Kill!" Cangmei raised her eyebrows, as if chewing on the word.

"That's right! it's the way of killing!" Solang's expression was calm, but under the words, everyone had a feeling of being shrouded in the shadow of death.

"Martial Dao Supreme, just to defeat the opponent, to kill the extreme, is to destroy all obstacles on the road, Tibetan Tantra is not to study martial arts, not to pay attention to benevolence, we have only one purpose, to kill! Completely destroy the enemy who can threaten us, no matter who the opponent is, no matter how powerful the opponent is, if it is destroyed, it will not exist......!" Maybe...... Solanga looked at the night sky overhead, the night here is not as beautiful as in Tibet, but it is more tragic, Vienna has been calm for many years, even hundreds of years, but this hundred years of calm has begun to break today.

"It seems that you are no longer a living Buddha of Tibetan Tantra, and now you are the target of hunting. Lian Duel said jokingly. Solangna was noncommittal, slowly spitting out a sentence.

"What I have lost is what I will gain in the future. Tibetan Tantra, this violent mechanism, will soon fall back into my hands, and I will have unprecedented strength to accomplish my ideals!" Cangmei looked at Solang for a long time, looking at the outline of the bridge of his nose at night, and the white teeth that opened and closed under his lips when he spoke, and the freckles on his face that were faintly visible after years of exposure to ultraviolet rays in Tibet, and then he sighed.

"God is really unfair, why did he give you such an ordinary appearance, but gave you an extraordinary soul. ”

"God is actually very fair, give me one and take the other, what's the use of extraordinary appearance?" Solanga shook his head.

"Does it make you feel infinite vanity in front of everyone? Or can you wander among women, tossing and turning in the gentleness of those jade rest? It's a pity that those are not what I seek. "The pursuit of mortals, I have long since abandoned that night many years ago, and those so-called love and friendship may be all to others, but to me, they are worthless.

"Believe in our strength, this is the place of confrontation with your fateful enemy, our cooperation, not for status, not for interests, only for the common deceased, just to block our way, the obstacles of the common division. Maybe one day we will become old friends, but that is not now, we are now comrades in the same boat, facing the most terrible enemy. Solona said.

"Comrade-in-arms?" the female voice rose and fell again, and then laughed, as if quite mocking, "My comrade-in-arms, I'm afraid it's not comparable to you, you, as long as you do what I say honestly, the word comrade-in-arms is only suitable between the three of you."

The arrogant words did not wait for the rebuttal of the three equally proud men, and the three of them did not speak unexpectedly, as if they were quite jealous of the woman, and bowed their heads and remained silent.