Chapter 72: Living is more useful than dead (first, please give me a monthly vote)

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In the middle of the forehead, blood and blood splash

In the most unlikely situation, seeing the victory in the game, the old Lama Doga was spurted onto his head by Bai Ze's white air. In an instant, his whole body tilted backwards with his head. Although it was just a breath, Bai Ze was confused and chaotic at this time, and he vomited like a sharp arrow, which was condensed but not dissipated.

Within such a close distance, one by one, even though the old lama was able to dodge, it was difficult for him to dodge. His eyes were wide open and his body stood there like a freeze at that moment.

A moment later, a small hole appeared in the middle of her eyebrows, the thickness of chopsticks, but for some reason, there was very little blood flowing out of his head. Looking from the front, you can even see the back through the wound.

It is obvious that Bai Ze's breath had instantly broken the skull of the old Lama of Doga. Before this breath, the yoga skills he had practiced for many years had no resistance, as if he was as white as steel and iron.

But even so, he was not completely dead. In an instant, he had a certain body and rushed forward with a very strange pounce. His hands actually hugged Bai Ze, who was also as stupid as a wooden chicken in front of him.

"Exhale as a sword, Jobson, I can't stop him for how long"

In this moment, the old Lama Doga seemed to be an instinctive reaction, and it seemed that it was because of some special reasons. He had not died yet. In this moment, he witnessed the cold white light that Bai Ze opened his mouth and spit out. His heart was filled with fear.

While taking the time, he suddenly recited a strange ** in Tibetan. In the dark reception room, there seemed to be countless highlights, and the green fell on him...

When you practice internal martial arts to the extreme, you can cultivate the five internal organs in the abdomen and form one qi. The breath between the two lungs is huge, and it is strong and fierce. If it blows out in one breath, it will be like a wind scattered. A hundred kilograms of stones can be blown around the ground. If it gathers, it can condense into a line. It is as sharp as a sword immortal in ancient legend. When he opens his mouth, he will be a white light.

Within five steps, killing someone is easy to get his life. You can even pass through an inch thick iron plate, which is much more powerful than any pistol.

Both of them are masters in martial arts and can make swords with their high kung fu. If they are not practicing the internal martial arts to the extreme, they must have another inheritance, which is even more terrifying. The old Lama, Doga, is in his seventies or eighties, and from the old society to the present, they naturally know a lot.

"Tell the master, I have attained enlightenment through my body."

In just two short sentences, it seemed that the old lama, Duoga, had consumed all his energy. Then he threw his body into Bai Ze's arms, quickly pinched his arms into a handprint, and then closed his left and right, and immediately tied Bai Ze's body tightly.

"First like an arrow, then like a line, both colder than ice and white like a chain. This step of kung fu actually broke through like this?"

Bai Ze stood there, in a daze, as if he was still immersed in the scene just now, and then he felt a pain in his body and saw the old lama who was like a corpse holding him tightly, his eyes full of crazy: "No matter what, what you are pursuing is wrong, why do you still prove your own truth? I don't think you will die well."

The entire chest cavity was filled with the old lama, so it was so squeezed that it was difficult for breathing. The wound on one side of the shoulders was cracked again, and blood was gushing down. When Bai Ze woke up, he heard the last words the old lama said to Jobson. He immediately sneered, condescendingly, and printed his palm on his heavenly cover.

His facial features and seven orifices immediately flowed out black blood. In the hollows that opened front and back, large strands of brain mass shot out and sprayed on Bai Ze's chest.

Until this moment, the old lama Doga was truly breathless. His thin body was leaning softly at Bai Ze's feet, but his eyes were still open. He died with his eyes open.

"The brain has flowed out, but I can still live? Can the Tantric yoga practices to the point where it really have such strong vitality? We practitioners of boxing don't know what will happen to the end? It's really exciting."

Bai Ze couldn't help but feel a little moved when he looked at the old lama's actions in the last moment.

People are about to die, but they are still thinking about what they are pursuing. Not to mention whether the matter is right or wrong, but only the matter itself, Bai Ze saw a fierce and tragic smell in the other party.

"If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once said this. Those who can practice kung fu to this level are indeed people with some beliefs. If I want to fight a more exciting fist, I have to find my faith. This battle is truly worth it and it is simply enlightening."

Just then, more than ten steps away, Jobson, who was covering his ears with both hands, looked in pain, suddenly pushed open the door open, pounced forward, and rushed outside the room, his movements as fast as a rabbit.

It turned out that Bai Ze and the old lama Doga had been fighting fiercely just now, and he had already run to the door secretly and asked to apply oil on his feet, but he was shocked by the "mantra" of the Doga Lama, and his ears were buzzing. When his feet were soft, he collapsed to the ground.

A half-crescent-shaped organ grows in the ears to regulate the balance of the body. Although Jobson has received a lot of training in the United States and is proficient in fighting. With the advantages of foreigners' height and size, it is no problem to deal with seven or eight ordinary people, but if he dies, he is the level of a special forces soldier. He can't stop the old lama's roar of a lion. As soon as the aftermath arrives, he will immediately become dark.

Fortunately, he received strict training and his will was very tough. After a while, the sound of the room sounded, the American agent finally found a chance to escape. As soon as he pushed open the door, he immediately ran forward violently along the corridor as fast as he had in his life.

He knew that at this time, the movement in the room had already alarmed the hunchbacked Basan's men. As long as he could hold on for a minute, he would be with these people and his life would be saved.

Moreover, Jobson's running looks very special. When his feet are running forward, his upper body must cooperate with the steps and rush forward with force, and then swing back with both hands together, and suddenly drives the other leg to follow immediately. With this movement of his body, his speed of running even has the potential to break the world record in a short period of time.

From the back, it looks like a cheetah running wildly on a prairie, not two legs but four legs.

Every qualified agent, no matter which country it is from, must be flexible and have huge explosive power and speed. People who do not meet the standards at this point cannot be sent abroad to perform secret missions.

Because in any case, these two points are directly related to the success of the action.

The agent's fighting may not be the most powerful, but the reaction must be fast. When attacking, you will inevitably pursue secretly and shoot and kill people. When retreating, the mission will definitely fail, and you will have to die and react more quickly. At least you must be able to escape your enemies.

Like Jobson's escape now, it is the most standard mode.

The CIA spent a lot of manpower and material resources to invite zoologists, bionics experts, and sports experts from all over the country to gradually improve a "leopard running method" that took more than ten years, and even absorbed some of the footwork and body movements they could obtain in Chinese martial arts.

Jobson is undoubtedly a master of this method.

However, two of the three people to be killed in the room were already dead. Of course, Bai Ze would not "travel a hundred miles a day" and just asked him to escape alone. If it were the case just now, the old Lama Doga chose to run away, Bai Ze might not be able to catch up, and he might not be able to catch up. But at this time, Jobson wanted to escape under his nose, but it was like a dream.

Because this incident has exceeded Bai Ze's original imagination and is related to state affairs. As a member of the Chinese, he naturally will not sit idly by. This Jobson is a hundred times more valuable than death.

So as he ran away, Bai Ze had already taken steps behind him, and rushed out of the middle of the reception room.

Immediately afterwards, I took several steps in succession, and my body surged up. In a blink of an eye, I chased him behind Jobson, twisted his neck, as if I was carrying a chicken, and picked it up.

At the same time, Bai Ze's body did not stop. The footsteps in the watchtower were already close at hand. Although the hunchbacked Basang's subordinates were still unclear, they were really not slow to react. In just a moment, Bai Ze heard at least thirty or forty people's footsteps in his ears, and rushed up from the various stairs downstairs. 2735

These people had hunting rifles in their hands. Bai Ze now consumed most of his energy because of a fierce battle with the old lama, so of course he could not fight hard. As soon as he grabbed Jobson in his hand, his body had already flashed into a door next to him. As he just closed the door, a noise came from the corridor. The thugs of the brigade flocked to him.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. Of course, you can't die now, but you can't die."

Bai Ze hid behind the door and took a breath of vigor. Then he turned his fingers and a force immediately penetrated into the foreigner's cervical spine. His huge body suddenly drooped softly. Not only could he not struggle, but his tongue could not move.

After watching more movies, Bai Ze knew that most of these people's mouths were hidden in their teeth. Although they didn't know the truth or the false, they would rather believe it than believe it. There is no harm in being careful.

I grabbed the front of the window of this room with a quick step, looked out with my eyes squinted, but it was exactly the opposite of the way. After more than a hundred steps of blank space, there was the dense pine forest behind the barbed wire, and upwards was the top of this hillside.

At this time, the outside was already in chaos. Someone found the bodies of two bodyguards at the stairs, yelling. The outside was far less vigilant than the building, and he just left.

Then, Bai Ze tied Jobson with bed sheets and curtains together, and carefully put them down from the window. This guy is 1.9 meters tall and weighs more than 200 kilograms. No matter how high Bai Ze's kung fu is, he dare not take him to jump directly from a height of six or seven meters. If he doesn't fall to death, it's hard to make any noise.

Then, I quietly landed and ran away while the night was dark.

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