C6

The surge of sand was like a flood running at high speeds, the mountain peak carried little Chenu and tumbled into the air. The surge of sand was like a flood running at high speeds, the peak carried little Chenu and tumbled into the air.

He was not the three claws, he was the one at the peak, he was the one at the edge of life and death. His instinctive reaction, which was lurking in the depths of his memories, became more acute, and the danger was like a juicer squeezing out the potential of his body, the peak was in the middle of the surging sand, the power was constantly losing, the fatigue rolled up in his mind, the surging sand more than once submerged him, he struggled free again and again, moving up and down like a fish in the flood.

There was no sound in his ears anymore, only the roar of sand, a huge roar that was like a million bees lingering in his ears, making him dizzy, and the sand that had hit the wall was like a broken wave pouring down. It was unknown how much sand had grinded his skin, removing his skin and revealing his bright red muscles.

The girl looked at him, and her bright lips were like blossoming flowers as she softly spoke in his ear. She was like the purest of piano pieces, allowing him to obtain peace that he had not felt for a long time amidst the endless waves of sand.

"Hold me, kiss me …"

The whole world fell into pure silence. Only the nurse's voice resounded in his ears and was engraved in his heart.

The flame spread in his heart, and the stifling dizziness gradually made him lose his final consciousness. He was like a small boat that had lost control of itself, overturned by the surging waves, leaving only darkness. The peak was like a traveler who had lost his way, gradually losing himself in the darkness.

In this endless darkness, a pair of eyes that could only be seen in memories appeared in his heart, "Hug me, kiss me …" Muttering and mumbling like a song with an endless loop resounded in his mind. The blooming flower lightly collided with his lips, emitting a sweet fragrance, as if a pure spring had been injected into his withered soul. Even the pain of suffocation had disappeared, making him wish that he could forever be submerged in this warm spring and never wake up.

Suddenly, the light reappeared, and the swirling dust and sand threw the mountain out of the sand. The moment he opened his eyes, the mountain realized that little Chinu was hugging his neck, moving through the fresh air with his mouth to his mouth, that is to say, at the most dangerous moment, it was little Chinu who had saved him.

However, the danger had not passed. Right now, the sandstorm's tail was flying all over the place, and the rocks were flying all over the place, scattered and dancing along with the swirling wind, and the mountain peak was uncontrollably spinning with little Chenu in the midst of the wind, occasionally brushing past the giant rocks. He knew that if he couldn't think of a way, then he and little Chenu would be swept away by the wind and might even fly thousands of miles away.

His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly sidestepped a huge rock, and then kicked on another huge rock, shooting out like a bullet. He and little Chenu drew an arc in the air, and smashed into the roof of a house, the roof was covered with hard clay like ceramics, and also had countless wooden sticks pressing down and binding them. The moment they broke, the peak couldn't help but spurt out blood, and rolled down along the hole that had been broken, he didn't know how many times he was hit by the tree-crown-like wooden beam in the process.

Some of the beams were broken, while others bounced off the peak. The peak crashed heavily against the solid wall and slid to the ground together with little Chenu. There was a faint flurry of shouts, followed by a familiar sound.

"Why aren't you dead?"

In addition to the peak, there was also a bald warrior. The scar on his face divided his face into two, making him look especially terrifying. If Claw were here, he would immediately recognize that this person was the son of the Great Elder, Big Claw, the form of Big Claw.

Feng Feiyun fiercely spat out the sand in his mouth and fell to the ground. He raised his head and looked at the big claw, which was about to go blind, and said with an ugly smile: "Because you didn't die …"

As he spoke, his entire body tensed, ready to receive the two's attacks. But he didn't expect that the seemingly violent and wild Kui Tu did not make a move at the first moment, making him unconsciously regard Kui Tu as the greatest threat.

"Kill him …" He waved the fangs in front of him, and just as he was about to explode with emotion, Kui Tu suddenly pulled the fangs to one side, and a rock that had burrowed into a hole in the roof crashed onto the ground between them. He flipped in the air like a peak nerve reflex, holding little Servant Qi in his arms and trying to form a straight line with the direction of the crack in the rock as much as possible to reduce the area where he was hit.

Big Claw and Big Claw suffered a lot in the storm. When the mountain finally landed heavily on the ground, Kui Tu and Big Claw looked like they were covered in dirt, while Big Claw stared at the mountain with even more anger. It was the mountain peak that smashed through the roof, causing them to be injured.

"Still want to kill me?"

The black serrated saber hovered above the tips of his fingers like a nimble snake, and he looked at the claws and the soil with clear contempt and disdain in his eyes. It was just an appearance, but his eyes had no claws, only the earth, and the calm enemy was the most dangerous enemy, and he could not help but think this way, as if he had a hunch.

After experiencing the despair of dying in the sandstorm, his heart no longer had the cowardice and fear from before. He was like a polished steel knife, exuding a chilling aura, his big claws were nothing, Kui Tu's face became serious, irons are common in the Black Claw Tribe, and in the ruins of the wilderness, you can find all kinds of strange iron tools, but you can't use them.

The most important criterion for becoming a warrior was that they could use their weapons as an extension of their own body, and could feel the distance and strength of each stroke. The peak could point the dagger as if it was an arm, and let the warrior have a higher opinion of it; it didn't matter if the peak was a tribe warrior or not, he already possessed the qualification to become a warrior.

"Big Claw, you and Three Claws have not resolved the enmity between you and them. It's fine if what happened when I was young is over. Didn't I still beat you up when I was young? "In my opinion, Three Claws can withdraw from the competition for the successor, as long as the number of heads Three Claws has is one less than yours …"

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