Chapter 21: The Snowy Sword King

The good mood of the thief was ruined before he walked to his car door.

Zhuge Yinghui drove over a very ordinary Jetta car, in the underground parking lot of Deyun Hotel, it was completely inconspicuous, and basically no one from the security guards would pay attention to such an ordinary car.

Being a thief is actually the same as being an "agent" in many cases, no matter in appearance, appearance or other aspects, the more ordinary and ordinary the performance, the better, the easier it is to "complete the task", and it is also convenient to evacuate safely.

In some movies and TV series, the handsome men and women of the secret agents who perform field duties in public have no other explanation except for the director's brain damage. Handsome male agents and beautiful female agents are not nothing, there are, and there are many of them. But they carried out a "seduction" mission, not murder and arson.

Someone has tampered with the door lock of the Jetta.

This level of not having to steal the king can be seen by anyone at a glance. It is the kind of "violent" destruction that directly deforms the door lock and the car door.

Zhuge Yinghui knew that something was wrong.

He parked his Jetta in a corner of the parking lot, and there was an emergency evacuation door around the corner, and there was another passage a little further away. No high-caliber thief would put himself in a Jedi where there was only one way out.

Zhuge Yinghui instantly put away the car keys and planned to evacuate through the emergency evacuation door.

He was decisive in his determination and quick in his movements.

However, it is still a step slow.

When he turned around, he saw a man slowly walking towards him.

A lama.

He was about thirty years old, wearing a yellow monk's robe, short hair, barefoot, tall and thin, with long arms, particularly large palms, and wrinkles on his face, as if he had been carved out of his face with a knife, like a sculpture on a cliff, full of vicissitudes of wind and rain. The lama's expression is also like a cold rock, erect, without the slightest "dynamic", cold and sensitive.

The lama's steps are not fast, and every step is solid. Although he was barefoot, every step fell, and in Zhuge Yinghui's ears, there was a faint sound of thunder.

Because of the appearance of this lama, the underground parking lot, which originally seemed a little stuffy, suddenly became cold, and it seemed that the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees, as if it was not a person walking towards Zhuge Yinghui, but a snow-capped mountain.

With each step, the temperature gets colder by a minute.

"Snowy Sword King? Folded dry cloth? ”

Zhuge Yinghui Lianghaode's mentality was finally completely destroyed, his eyes narrowed suddenly, shooting a sharp light, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He had heard of this man.

The first guard beside the chief lama, the first master of the Tantric Yellow Sect, and the first warrior of the snowy plateau!

The people of the rivers and lakes are known as the "Snowy Sword King".

Prestige!

"Tenza Ginji."

The Snowy Sword King said his name, and his voice was the same as his appearance, cold and hard, without the slightest warmth, let alone the slightest emotion.

Tenza Ginji.

Tibetan Buddhist Dharma Protector Vajra!

"I know. Zhelkampo is everyone's honorific title for you, the greatest hero of your nation......"

Zhuge Yinghui instantly regained his composure, and his face showed that kind of indifferent smile again, and with a flip of his wrist, there was a short black iron rod in his hand, about a foot long.

Zheleg Gampo is a famous hero of the snowy plateau, legend has it that in ancient times, in order to protect the poor herdsmen, Zhele Gampu rode alone, holding a Tibetan knife, and waged war against the overbearing herdsman and the head, and finally because he was outnumbered, he shed a drop of blood. In honor of this legendary hero, the Tibetan knife is called the "folding knife".

The sword king of the snowy region is brave and brave, and his prestige shakes the whole Tibet, so he is respected as Zhele Ganbu.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that in order to deal with me, even you were sent out, and my General Zhuge really has face."

Seeing that the Snowy Sword King was approaching step by step, Zhuge Yinghui smiled instead, but his body bowed slightly, putting on a posture of full vigilance.

He knew there was no need to try his luck on the other two passages.

Since Tetando Tondaj was waiting for him here, and even his car lock was broken, how could he be left with two other ways to escape?

Don't look at Zhuge Yinghui smiling Yan Yan, he doesn't seem to care, but in fact, he is already secretly complaining. Before that, he had been known for a long time about Danzin's guitar, but he had never met, let alone fought each other. I don't know how strong this famous sword king in the snow region is.

But Zhuge Yinghui didn't want to test it at all.

Whether the Snowy Sword King is true or famous, it has nothing to do with General Zhuge of He. He just wants to steal what he likes, take it home and slowly appreciate it, so he doesn't want to do something like "desperately" that doesn't have a little jishu content.

That's the work of a reckless man.

The king of thieves relies on wisdom!

However, in the face of the Snow Sword King's step-by-step approach, I am afraid that the wisdom of stealing the king will not be very effective this time, and I really have to work hard.

With the momentum of Dan Zengji alone, it doesn't seem to be a wasted person.

Tenzin stopped three meters away, staring coldly at Zhuge Yinghui, and his cold eyes made General Zhuge shiver secretly.

Nima, is this guy really carved out of ice?

"Steal the king, hand over the scroll of the true scriptures!"

Tenzin said slowly.

"What canon is on the scroll? No, I don't. You're looking for the wrong person! ”

Zhuge Yinghui shrugged his shoulders and said innocently, secretly complaining in his heart.

Oops, oops!

It turns out that these bastards have long known that the last volume of the true scripture was stolen by themselves, so this time the so-called second volume of the true scripture must be a set, and it was specially set up to wait for him to take the bait. Like a fool, I stupidly fell into a trap designed by others.

"Hand over the scroll of the scriptures, cut off the thumb of your right hand yourself, and you go! Otherwise, die! ”

The cold words of the Snowy Sword King squeezed into Zhuge Yinghui's ears word by word, stabbing his brain for a while.

"Hey, you're really looking for the wrong person, I really didn't take the ...... of the last volume of the scriptures."

The king of thieves is still quibbling.

Are you kidding?

It's okay to hand over the scriptures and cut off the thumb of his right hand, doesn't that mean that he wants to abolish his "martial arts"? Without the thumb of his right hand, what kind of king is General Zhuge who steals kings? Even the most ordinary door locks can't be opened, and even the most inferior little thieves can't compare!

Zhuge Yinghui didn't finish a word, Dan Duoji moved, the cold light flashed, and there was a short knife in his right hand, with a black hilt, a snow-bright blade, about thirty centimeters long, shining with a cold light in the dim light of the underground parking lot.

The next moment, Dan Duoji stepped out, and in an instant, he arrived in front of Zhuge Yinghui, and the folding knife in his hand brought out a string of shadows in mid-air, cutting at his carotid artery like lightning.

"Bastard!"

Zhuge Yinghui was startled, his body was dodging, and at the same time he raised the short iron rod in his hand and greeted the folding knife.

This bastard is so ruthless, he doesn't have the slightest pretense, he will fight when he says he will fight!

"Wow"!

A spark erupted in the air.

"Holy!"

General Zhuge shouted, his body staggered back several steps, only to feel a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, his right arm was numb for a while, and the short iron rod almost flew out of his hand.

Sure enough, it is worthy of being the Snowy Sword King, and the strength attached to this short knife is really amazing. It feels like Zhuge Yinghui was not fighting against a ruler-long short knife just now, but was smashed down by a mace.

I heard that in order to exercise his strength and endurance, the top master of this genre, Tenzuget will go down to the waterfall of the Brahmaputra River in the winter to practice swords, and use his flesh and blood to directly confront the power of nature, and constantly temper himself.

In the past, Zhuge Yinghui scoffed at this rumor.

That's not practice, that's masochism!

Now it seems that there is a good chance that this rumor is true.

Although Zhuge Yinghui is not famous for his martial arts, as the king of stealing kings, all shijie come and go, if there is no real ability under his hands, ten Zhuge generals would have died a long time ago, how can they live to this day?

Dare to hold a broken stick and put it against the Snowy Sword King, which shows that this thief is also quite conceited about himself.

Dan Zengji came out with a knife, without half a minute of delay, and pasted it up like a shadow, and the short knife in his hand was like a meteor passing through the sky, and it slashed down again, faster than the knife just now, and the momentum was more fierce. He is a head taller than Zhuge Yinghui, with long hands and long feet, pressing Zhuge Yinghui to beat, just from the size of the body, like an eagle catching a chicken.

", that's so ruthless!"

Zhuge Yinghui's mouth was full of small bits and pieces, but there was no ambiguity in his hands, and he resisted desperately.

But this time it was even worse, he was directly chopped into the trunk of another car, and the short iron rod was almost lost.

"Hey, big man, stop. It's useless for you to kill me now, the real scriptures are really not on me, who the would carry such a valuable thing with me, isn't it...... Ah...... Nima ......"

In the midst of the exclamation, General Zhuge had an extra cut on his arm, and the expensive Armani was immediately stained red with blood.

"Holy shit! Big man you play really? Lao Tzu fought with you! ”

Zhuge Yinghui shouted, brandished an iron rod, and resisted desperately.

“…… Ah...... Nima ......"

The sound of "Nima" is endless, and before every word of "Nima" exits, General Zhuge must have a burst of blood on his body, and in an instant, he was cut all over his body, and Armani became a bloody coat.

This is still because he wants to get the first scroll of the canon from his hand, and Dan Duoji's men are merciful, otherwise the seventh knife will cut his carotid artery. The king of thieves will inevitably capsize in the gutter and turn into a cold corpse in the underground parking lot of the Deyun Hotel.

"Stop! Nima, stop! Isn't it okay for Lao Tzu to hand over the canon to you? **Also hit ......"

The king of thieves finally couldn't resist anymore and was ready to surrender.

Dan Zengji shook his wrist and stopped, on the snowy blade, blood dripped little by little, his eyes stared at Zhuge Yinghui, and he stretched out his left hand.

"Bring it!"

"! Count you ruthless, Lao Tzu admits bad luck ......"

Zhuge Yinghui's face was pale, he gasped a few breaths, muttered in his mouth, and reached into his jacket pocket to pick something out.

Tenzin Ji stared at him intently.

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