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    Chapter 3468: The Living Buddha¡¯s Lover

    Chapter 3468: The Living Buddha¡¯s Lover

    "Ziyan?"

    Hearing Ma Xiaoling's words, Zhao Heng's face suddenly became angry. He originally thought that Ma Xiaoling and the others just came to Tibetan City to make trouble and make trouble to relieve the pressure on the Ma family from the capital, but he did not expect that the other party also involved Du Ziyan, so  The suppressed murderous intention emerged overwhelmingly: "If something happens to Ziyan, I will bury your entire Ma family with you!"

    "Buried with the Ma family? You are a little naive!"

    Ma Xiaoling, who blended into the crowd and distanced herself again, turned her head and wanted to show off a touch of banter, but found that she suddenly saw the Shura God of Killing coming out of hell. With the flash of two bright sword lights, two lamas in yellow clothes  Her body shook, and then her head fell into the rain. Ma Xiaoling was as cold as if a bucket of ice water had been poured down from her head.

    She felt Zhao Heng's anger, and felt a little regretful for running out of Du Ziyan!

    Zhao Heng ignored Du Ziyan's safety. Although the latter's safety had a huge impact on him, he turned around and rushed to the Potala Palace without caring. Instead, he kicked away the two corpses and chased Ma Xiaoling.  It seems that instead of going up the mountain to rescue Du Ziyan without any confidence, it is better to take Ma Xiaoling directly as a bargaining chip, otherwise it is easy to lose both ends.

    The street is very narrow, but there are a lot of people. Even though there are many dead people lying on the ground, the believers and Tibetans behind them still approach, some are panic, some are surprised, and most of them are angry. There is no doubt that they have been misled. Faced with  In the chaotic situation and the black smoke rising all around, Zhao Heng did not choose to dodge or take a detour, and pursued Ma Xiaoling fearlessly.

    Ma Xiaoling was obviously colluding with the murderer. As she made a few gestures, the believers in the crowd immediately moved forward slowly, their eyes fell on Zhao Heng coldly, and then they approached Zhao Heng with a vicious look, intentionally or unintentionally, and even deliberately pushed the crowd towards Zhao Heng.  With constant pressure coming, Zhao Heng would certainly not give them a chance to trap him, and he might die in the narrow space.

    He kicked out three times in succession, smashing the three people into the crowd behind. The powerful force made the three people kicked out like cannonballs, directly knocking over more than 20 people, causing them to fall on their backs on the wet stone slab, opening a gap.  Also creating chaos, taking advantage of the enlarging space in front of him, Zhao Heng stepped on the two bodies and jumped forward, swinging his knife without hesitation.

    "Whoosh!"

    The blade of the saber bloomed instantly. In the thick heavy rain, a fierce confrontation instantly collided. It immediately evolved into the killing part. There was no sympathy or pity. The most primitive sword swing was indeed the perfect combination of power and speed.  , in less than two minutes, Zhao Heng's clothes were covered with blood, all the blood of the besieging murderers.

    At least fifteen people fell under Zhao Heng¡¯s knife, and one person died every four seconds on average!

    In ancient times, when the king shouted loudly, five hundred swordsmen rushed in and hacked the opponent to death. It seemed spectacular, but if described in detail, it actually relied on the fatal blow of the top master when most of the cannon fodder was sacrificed.  To put an end to a series of events, many of the besieged thugs were a mob, and it was unrealistic to rely on them to hack Zhao Heng to death.

    But it was impossible to do him any harm, so after rushing out for more than 20 meters, he also had a few scars and stick marks on his body, but these injuries did not stop him, nor did they make him give up chasing.  With the thought of killing, Zhao Heng continued to charge forward with his blood-stained saber, looking at the empty space that had been intimidated by the killing attack, and locked his eyes on Ma Xiaoling.

    "Ma Xiaoling!"

    Ma Xiaoling originally wanted to retaliate or use cold arrows, but when she saw that the murderer was not enough for Zhao Heng, she gave up the idea of ??turning around and going back. Moreover, Zhao Heng's killing spree had already overwhelmed the anger in the hearts of the people who did not know the truth.  , the fearful latter's conditioned reflex to avoid him, inadvertently made way for Zhao Heng, and she would easily die if she didn't leave.

    When passing an intersection, Ma Xiaoling whistled.

    "Whoosh!"

    When Zhao Heng chased him to this intersection, a burly man roared and jumped down from the eaves next to him. He held a wooden stick in his hand and smashed it fiercely on Zhao Heng's head. The corners of Zhao Heng's mouth were slightly raised, but the arc was full of laughter.  Sen Han meant that he suddenly swung his knife and split the cultist in front of him into two pieces. Then, he kicked the latter's body and bounced it up!

    Zhao Heng waved his knife at the burly man with an expressionless face.

    There was a crisp click!

    The wooden stick broke into two pieces and clattered on the ground. Then, the blade of the blade continued to wield power and struck the burly man in the abdomen. The latter's mid-air body seemed to have been electrocuted, and after a moment of shock, he looked like a bird with broken wings.  Er, screamed and fell backwards, hitting the wall and sliding down. Zhao Heng did not stop there. He took two steps forward and turned the blade in his hand.

    "Whoosh!"

    ??The opponent's throat is spurting blood, which is really beautiful in the rain. The scene is bloody and violent, but no matter how tragic it is here, I believe that when the sun rises after tomorrow, it will return to the original tranquility. The hazy rain is the best thing to cover up the sin.  , Zhao Heng shook the handle of the knife, scattered the blood on the blade and continued to rush forward. Ma Xiaoling also accelerated her speed and ran away to save her life.

    She knew in her heart that once caught by Zhao Heng, there would be no way to survive!

    "flutter!"

    On the way forward, Zhao Heng passed through the crowded crowd with quick movements. When he encountered a group of noisy Tibetans, one person raised his hand and took out a firearm, trying to lock on Zhao Heng who was running towards him, but he had not yet released the weapon.  When he pulled the trigger, he felt a black shadow flash in front of his eyes. Then, he felt an unforgettable pain in his left eye, and the saber in Zhao Heng's hand stabbed the opponent's eye.

    The eyes are still the most fragile part of the human body. How could the attacker endure it? He threw away his firearm, covered his face with his hands, and backed away repeatedly, letting out a lung-breaking howl. Blood gurgled out from his fingertips, and he staggered back.  However, he collided with the cultivators rushing behind him, and Fang staggered and fell to the ground. He rolled in pain and blood spattered all over the ground.

    Zhao Heng injured him instead of killing him. The purpose was to use him to attract attention and give himself a more relaxed space.

    As he expected, the howl of the attacker falling to the ground attracted many believers and Tibetans. One after another, a large number of people gathered here, and the streets seemed much looser. Zhao Heng took the opportunity to run forward, but  Before they ran thirty meters, eight murderers appeared side by side in front of them. They all held firearms in their hands and kept pulling the triggers at the pursuing Zhao Heng.

    ¡°Bang bang bang!¡±

    Obviously, this is a group of gunmen arranged by Ma Xiaoling. Whether they are to deal with Zhao Heng or disrupt the Tibetan city, their strong combat power cannot be underestimated. Zhao Heng reacts very quickly. When they raised their guns, they submerged themselves into a pillar and hid.  Although the bullets rained down on it, although the opponent did not damage it, it also slowed down Zhao Heng's advancement speed.

    After more than twenty rounds of bullets missed, a gunman shook his head to his companions and made a gesture. The eight people slowly dispersed and moved closer to Zhao Heng's hiding place one on the left and the other on the right. Bullets continued.  The burst of shots made Zhao Heng unable to fight back or escape. Their faces were full of pride and arrogance, as if Zhao Heng had become a turtle in the urn.

    As long as they press over, Zhao Heng will turn into an ant's nest!

    Thinking of the famous Zhao Hengneng dying in their own hands, the smiles on their faces slowly deepened, as if they had seen their glorious tomorrow.

    ¡°Ploppap!¡±

    At this moment, several distinctive dull gunshots came from the sky.

    The three murderers holding guns fell to the ground. There was a small hole as thick as a finger between their eyebrows, and a blood hole as big as a fist appeared on the back of their head. Red and white blood flowed out of it, and then two more bullets were fired.  Come over, the other two murderers hiding in the pillars tilted their heads and fell out in a bloody mess, and the firearms in their hands also fell out of their palms!

    On the wet eaves on both sides, two sniper rifles locked onto the gunman.

    Before the other gunmen could react, gunshots rang out like exploding beans, mixed with screams and screams. The other enemies were shot one after another and fell to the ground. One person was shot in the back and still had a breath of air. He subconsciously wanted to struggle.  He hid in a hidden place, only to hear another dull gunshot. He was shot in the back of the head and fell to the ground on all fours due to the impact of the bullet.

    Dying from exhaustion!

    The tragic deaths of the eight gunmen who were intimidating made the five or six murderers holding weapons behind them terrified. They watched helplessly but could do nothing. Even now, they have not seen clearly, where is the sniper?  Invisible enemies are always the most frightening. Two people could not hold back and subconsciously moved forward, but they fell to the ground on the way.

    One person's chest was completely pierced by a bullet, and blood was pouring out. He was lying on the ground, screaming like a lung-piercing scream. The other person was even worse. The bullet hit his head, and half of his skull was ripped off. He was not breathing on the spot. The other four people saw this.  They retreated back, but just after taking two or three steps, bullets came through the air again. Four people were shot in the back and fell to the ground.

    The surroundings around Zhao Heng were a little quieter. When his eyes were slightly focused, the figures of Ye Changge and others flashed out from the eaves opposite:

    "Young Master Heng, Ma Xiaoling just made a half-circle and headed towards the Potala Palace!"

    Then, he pointed the muzzle of the gun at the enemy who was screaming in front: "You go directly through the shop behind you, and leave this place to me!" At this point, his finger pulled the trigger again, and the bullets fired coldly one by one.  After shooting out, more than ten incoming murderers fell to the ground one by one, their heads all exploded, and the long and narrow streets were filled with blood.

    There is also a faint smell of gunpowder smoke!

    "The direction of Potala Palace?"

    Zhao Heng turned his head and looked back at the mountain: "Ziyan!"

      ¡°Zhao Heng, let¡¯s see who laughs last!¡±

    At this time, in the direction of the adjacent street leading to the Potala Palace, Ma Xiaoling was running and thinking, with a murderous intention on her pretty face. Zhao Heng should not be able to catch up with her again, except for the group of gunmen blocking her halfway.  Besides gaining time, who could have predicted that I would go up the mountain instead of evacuating? Hum, Zhao Heng, when I recover from my injuries, I will definitely return to today's disgrace.

    At the same time, she was a little depressed, and her concentration was still a little weak. Today's task was to mix in the crowd and fan the flames, stirring up the hostility and killing in the entire Tibetan city. Who would have thought that when Zhao Heng appeared, she would become murderous.  In the past, due to the grievances between the two parties and her own shame, she couldn't help but evade the Tibetan siege, and even fired secretly in the hope of a miracle.

    In the end, Zhao Heng was safe, but he was being chased all the way. If he hadn't sacrificed a large number of his companions, he might not have been able to escape now. Zhao Heng's bastard was even stronger than when he was in the United States. She regretted those chess pieces that were intended to be used for riots. Because of this  Her death was meaningless, but Ma Xiaoling swore that she would get all these blood debts back from Zhao Heng:

    "Zhao Heng, hurt me, poison me, stimulate me, chase me"

    Ma Xiaoling¡¯s eyes flashed: ¡°I will make you pay with blood!¡±

    Ma Xiaoling has an unforgettable hatred for Zhao Heng. In addition to Zhao Heng being the first setback in her life, there is also the humiliation and trampling Zhao Heng has brought to her, especially the life and death fight in the Empire State Building. She can only think of it.  Gritting her teeth, she survived, but killed Oprah's sister, worsening the relationship between the Ma family and American officials.

    After crossing the long street that was more than 200 steps away, we arrived at the west gate. The tall Potala Palace walls could already be seen. Ma Xiaoling couldn't help but feel a little relaxed. As long as she entered the Potala Palace, she would be safe.  More protection, at this moment, she suddenly heard a loud noise, the second-floor wooden window of the shop next to her suddenly shattered, and the rain stagnated in front of her eyes.

    At the same time, a long roar came: "Ma Xiaoling!"

    When Ma Xiaoling's face changed slightly to avoid the debris, she saw Zhao Heng leaping down from the broken wooden window, with his toes on the eaves, walls, and pillars, running towards Ma Xiaoling like a god coming to the world, holding a knife towards Ma Xiaoling's body.  How could Zhao Heng catch up with him so quickly when he was hit directly from the top of his head?  Ma Xiaoling couldn't figure it out, but at this moment, it was too late to think about it all!

    "kill!"

    She shouted in a sweet voice, and Lun Lun raised her sword and tried her best to fight. Zhao Heng laughed and fell down. The saber was wrapped in the rain and slashed down. The momentum of this saber was like thousands of troops rushing towards him, with a murderous aura and an unparalleled momentum.  , Ma Xiaoling felt as if her whole body was in a cellar of ice, and it was difficult to breathe. Due to her unrecovered injuries and the loss of her will, Ma Xiaoling could only exert 70% of her power.

    She only felt that she was completely enveloped by the sword's power, and could not see the coming and going of the sword's power at all. Even if she wanted to dodge, it was impossible. She could only hold up the thin knife and try her best to fight. As long as she could block the sword,  There is still life, this thundering knife finally strikes the center of the thin knife, Dang!  There was a sharp sound and the two knives collided, creating a burning smell.

    Ma Xiaoling held the thin knife in both hands and held Zhao Heng's saber. The two people's eyes met, like lightning striking each other. Gradually, Ma Xiaoling's eyes turned from bright to dark, and a trace of blood flowed from her mouth and nose, and then she fell backward.  After falling heavily into the rain, Zhao Heng exhaled a long breath, slowly put away the knife and said: "Now, Ziyan should be safe!"

    "Zhao Heng, do you know who the woman the Living Buddha loved?"

    Ma Xiaoling lay on the cold bluestone: "You killed the person he loved, how could Ziyan survive?"

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