Chapter 212

Crisis comes from behind. He is still half empty. He doesn't know what the crisis is behind him. In his impression, there seems to be no one behind him except a prisoner who is beaten to one breath by him. Thinking of that prisoner, he feels relaxed. What else can a half dead guy do?

Twist your waist and land with your right foot. At the moment of landing, you suddenly turn your waist back. With the twist of your body, the long knife in your hand stabs straight back.

"What's going on?" With a soft sound, the blade of the long knife pierced into the human body. Turning his wrist, he wanted to lift the half dead guy away, but he felt that the narrow blade was clamped by the half dead man's chest muscles.

Just as he pulled out the long knife from Guo Fei's chest, Guo Fei held him with open arms, and his arms suddenly forced him to death. Then Zhang Xiaoqiang stabbed him in the third wave of triangle.

The man felt the danger from behind, but he was held by Guo Fei to death, "touch???" His forehead hit Guo Fei's brow bone severely, Guo Fei's brow bone sent a burst of fiery pain, but he clenched his teeth, held the man tightly, and never let go.

When Guo Fei didn't let go, the man became anxious. As soon as he turned around, he turned from back to Zhang Xiaoqiang into side to side. One of the three triangular spikes was inserted in his shoulder, and the other two came to Guo Fei. Guo Fei didn't feel anything inserted in his body. In his eyes, there was only the man he held tightly, The corner of his eye swept to the burning fire nearby.

"Ah Guo Fei gave a big drink and rolled to the big fire with the man in his arms. Seeing the fire close at hand, the man's heart was filled with endless fear.

"Touch"?? Touch me??? I'm not sure

Guo Fei rolled to the fire with him on the ground. The man kept bumping his forehead against Guo Fei's frontal bone. Blood splashed on Guo Fei's head. The blood had already covered his eyes. He couldn't see anything. He could only roll to the hottest place with the heat from his skin. Seeing the fire getting closer and closer, the man howled in despair.

The long sword dyed red by blood is no longer in the hands of a man. His ability lies in the speed of his whole body. Now he is hugged by Guo Fei with all his strength, but he can't get away from it for a moment. Now it's blind to say anything about controlling danger.

The man looks at the fire which is getting closer and closer and howls loudly. The howling sound is full of endless fear. He can split a person's head in half with a smile, and he can advance and retreat freely in the hail of bullets. When he is at the end of the mountain, he is more afraid of death than anyone else.

The two men rolled into a pool of blood. The man tried his best to hit Guo Fei's head, and a faint came into Guo Fei's head. He was in a coma. He didn't know how far the fire was. He didn't know what he had been hurt. He only knew that he would roll into hell with the man he held.

With his body rolling on the ground, the feeling of syncope became stronger and stronger. He had already lost consciousness of everything around him. He could not feel anything except the burning heat on his skin. Even if he held the person in front of him and bumped into a corpse and stopped, he didn't know.

Guo Fei and the man hugged each other and wanted to roll away from the fire. Zhang Xiaoqiang chased him, holding his last weapon and the only three remaining triangular spikes. He saw that Guo Fei and the man hit the dead man whose head was split in two. Guo Fei lay motionless. The man struggled to get rid of Guo Fei's hands and got up from the ground.

The man's body is no longer as clean and tidy as before. His shoulder length black hair is made into a nest of dead grass and birds by the soil and dust on the ground and blood. His face is covered with blood. In addition to Guo Fei's, his own black tights are full of wet mud soaked with blood. After he gets up from the ground, he gasps and looks at Zhang Xiaoqiang running towards him, His right hand was wiped back, and a type 92 pistol appeared in his hand.

"Pa Pa Pa?"

The pistol kept shooting bullets. Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his left arm to block his face. Three triangular spikes of his right hand swung at him. As soon as the triangular spikes left his hand, Zhang Xiaoqiang's chest was hot, and three 9mm pistol bullets hit his chest.

The hot bullet just passed through the skin sewn on the chest and got stuck. Zhang Xiaoqiang seemed to hear the skin on his chest creaking by the hot bullet. Two of the last three triangular spikes were passed by the man's side, and the last one was blocked by the body of his pistol.

"Ding?" With a crisp sound, the barber collided with the pistol, and the pistol fell to the ground.

They both have no weapons in their hands. Zhang Xiaoqiang speeds up and rushes towards him. The man has no courage to fight with Zhang Xiaoqiang and turns to run towards the gate.

Suddenly, a pair of hands stained with blood and soil tightly hugged his left leg. It was Guo Fei's hand. He was awakened by the heat of the fire around him. He didn't know that Zhang Xiaoqiang had run to the man to make the final battle.He saw the man's feet through his eyes covered with blood and the bright red color on his eyes. He subconsciously threw himself on the foot and hugged it. He didn't even know the function of hugging the man's big foot. He hugged it like that and hugged it to death.

"Ha, ha, ha" Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't see Guo Fei holding the man's left foot. He stares at the man's eyes covered with dirty blood. He jumps up in the running, leans his upper body back slightly, bends his left leg slightly, and kicks the right leg straight at the man who doesn't move.

"Dong?" Zhang Xiaoqiang flies up and kicks the man in the chest. The man is kicked back by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Guo Fei was still holding his left foot, and his body was retreating. When he retreated to the dead body lying on the edge of the ham, he was finally tripped by the body. He put his foot on Guo Fei's face, and Guo Fei fell out. Before the man got up, he kicked his big foot on his belly.

The man held his stomach and let out a wail. He rolled on the ground in pain. This rolled to the side of the raging fire. Looking at the man rolling on the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed forward and kicked him in the belly. This foot directly sent him into the fire????????

The man is struggling madly in the fire. Zhang Xiaoqiang turns to the silver pistol he threw away and picks up the pistol. Zhang Xiaoqiang finds that the sky has brightened. Looking at his watch, he has been fighting with that man for more than half an hour, which is also the most tragic battle of Zhang Xiaoqiang against human beings