Under this pull, both the rattan and the person behind him used extremely great force.

In an instant, Zhang Meng felt that there was a 'click' sound from his bare feet, and he didn't know if the bones were cracked. A sharp pain almost made his eyes black, and he didn't know if he pulled which hemp meridian, and his body was half paralyzed at once.

"Zhang Quede, you bear with it, if the damn is dragged away, even the reincarnation of the living Buddha will not be able to save you!"

The fat man's face was flushed.

Zhao San also rode on Zhang Meng immediately, and with great effort, he finally broke the piece of rattan.

"How's it going?" Zhao San asked.

Zhang Meng stood up, and then limped a few times, and he said with palpitations: "Fortunately, the bone is not broken, otherwise it would be troublesome." Where's that stuff? ”

Thinking of the kind of withered vine with strange powers, Zhang Meng still felt frightened at this moment.

The little old man's unoblivious look was still playing back in front of his eyes, he had seen a lot of strange things, but he had really never heard of this kind of thing in front of him.

"Damn it, you ask me who I ask, it was all over the place just now, and now I can't find it." The fat on the fat man's face also shook a few times, and he looked around at the snow, as if to see if there was any danger.

Zhang Shaotu and the others and those Yankees also stopped, although they didn't see those terrifying rattans at this time, no one dared to move around anymore.

"Hey, it's really gone?"

The fat man stepped on the snow hard, and found that the snow was clear again, and only small holes remained.

An American probably wanted to hear if there was any movement under this layer of snow, so he lay on the ground and put his ear to the snow.

Strangely, the Yankee didn't know if he heard any movement, and lay there for a full minute without getting up.

Mike frowned, he walked over and shouted a few times, and then patted the man's shoulder, but the man was as indifferent as a scarecrow, they were not far from Zhang Meng, Zhang Meng clearly saw that this Yankee's ears were like faucets, and he was bleeding out.

Zhang Meng's heart suddenly shuddered, and he shouted creepyly: "Beware! None of these rattans have disappeared, they are hidden in the snow beneath our feet. ”

As soon as he uttered the first sentence, he felt that his voice was a little louder, and then he forced his voice down.

Before he could finish his sentence, the entire Kunlun Mountain seemed to have encountered the end of the world, and the surface of the mountain peak was wrinkled like a quilt.

Immediately afterwards, countless black dots emerged from the snow-white ground, and Zhang Meng's scalp exploded all of a sudden. And the strength of each one is no less than five hundred catties, which is almost equivalent to the strength of two adults.

Zhang Meng suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and it seemed that a big earthquake had occurred under his feet.

He didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, and no matter how ugly his posture was, his body was smashed forward like a dog eating.

Four or five rattans sprang out from the ground behind him, and wrapped them around the Yankee's chest and feet.

"Ahhh......h

Zhang Meng hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to go back and save this person, and heard the Yankee's eyes red and he screamed frantically. Then in Zhang Meng's gaze, the position above his waist and below his waist was abruptly separated.

Forcibly divide the corpse!

Zhang Meng stood there in a daze, some hot blood sprayed on his face, he didn't have any intention of wiping it, the American was not dead, he was half of his body on the ground squirming desperately, his eyes were bigger than an owl.

To be honest, that kind of scene really made Zhang Meng feel cold, this is the so-called death without blinding, right? For a moment, Zhang Meng seemed to have forgotten his fear, he looked at the Yankee, and his head went blank.

"Oh no, Zhang Quede, damn you are still deserting at this time, you raise your head and take a closer look at the sky, we are finished!"

The fat man roared, his voice full of despair that Zhang Meng had never heard before. Zhang Meng raised his head a little uncertainly, and found that the whole sky didn't know when it started, as if it had turned into a huge ocean, and countless white 'waves' were rolling, accompanied by terrifying vibrations.

Avalanche!

Zhang Meng's face was bloodless all of a sudden, no wonder the driver Lao Li repeatedly emphasized before entering the mountain that no matter what, even if he encountered something thrilling, he must definitely be silenced. The roar of the Yankees completely pry the snow and glaciers that have been covered in the Kunlun Mountains for I don't know how many years.

As far as Zhang Meng could see, the white wave was like a waterfall, swept down violently in a posture of autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

"Run!"

Zhang Meng's head was blank, and this heart-rending 'run' should have come out of the mouth of the second uncle.

He pinched himself hard, using all his strength, almost to pinch the flesh to bleed, before he was able to recover his three points of consciousness.

When training Zhang Meng in Hong Kong, Brother Jun once said that when you embark on this road, you must be ready to die at any time, but if you die, you must also die soberly.

Zhang Meng didn't understand the meaning of this sentence before, but now he finally understands that how to die soberly is an extremely difficult thing. At this time, the head is completely out of action, and seeing others being pointed at a gun is completely different from being pointed at a gun.

At this moment, Zhang Meng ran wildly, and he didn't know how many heels he had fallen along the way, and he returned to the place where they camped, which was the junction of several mountain ranges, and there were many hidden peaks and peaks.

"Bang!"

It's just that before he could run there, he felt as if he had been hit in the back by a big hammer, and when he lost consciousness, Zhang Meng made one last move.

He unzipped his clothes, covered his head, and left a gap in the energy to prevent him from being buried alive in the snow, suffocating him.