Text Text_Chapter 1295 Confrontation of life and death
Lao Xie and the two of them were praising each other happily, and in the smoke that was still filling, Yang Xiao's voice suddenly came.
The results of getting carried away are basically not very good.
Lao Xie and the others are now deeply touched.
If they weren't too proud, how could they forget that there was a big devil who needed every nerve they had to strain and never let the muzzle of the gun go down?
Don't look at their fingers still on the trigger, according to their kung fu, they can also raise their guns and shoot in a few tenths of a second.
But it was in these 0.0 seconds that Yang Xiao, who had already walked to a few meters in front of them under the cover of smoke, was able to use thunderous means, and before being shot, he could at least kill one of them.
Saying this is not blowing on her, but the truth.
The lethality of any human being in the dying throes is staggering.
That's what it means when a dog is in a hurry to jump off the wall.
Jing Hong's life is that the two of them have been brothers for many years, with a tacit understanding, and they are holding an assault rifle in their hands, and they are an undefeated myth that moved the world more than 20 years ago.
As for Yang Xiao, he is an outlier from the outside world.
Even Hu Xuantang, who is so proud that he can't do it, thinks that he is not her opponent, so it is enough for anyone to be careful when facing her.
Therefore, once the three people with their own strengths do it, it is really unknown who will kill the deer.
And it is certain that the process of the three of them fighting will never exceed more than ten seconds.
After all, the speed of the bullet is as high as more than 300 meters per second.
After Yang Xiao's voice fell, time seemed to freeze.
The nerves of the three people were stretched to the maximum, and their heartbeats suddenly accelerated, almost jumping out of their chests like a drum.
Only the smoke that permeated the entrance of the cave was slowly dissipating with the night wind.
made Yang Xiao, who was dressed in white, more and more clear in the sight of Lao Xie and the others.
I believe everyone should know that after the gas tear gas bomb bursts, the lethality to people is not fatal, but it can definitely make people lose their ability to move, so they can only cover their mouths with their hands, curl up and lie on the ground, coughing desperately.
Yang Xiao didn't do that.
It was as if the smoke from the gas tear gas was just a white mist in the mountains and forests, and it had no other effect than to create an atmosphere for her as if she was standing in a fairyland.
Jing Hongming's eyes rolled slightly, and he looked at Yang Xiao's right hand.
In Yang Xiao's right hand, he held a stone the size of a child's fist.
Triangular.
Every corner of the stone can easily smash a person's head.
Jing Hongming's gaze slowly fell on her legs again.
Yang Xiao seemed to stand there very casually, nothing strange.
But in the eyes of a murderous expert like Jing Hongming, she can see from her slightly bent right leg knee and left foot taking a small step forward that she is already in a state where she can burst out at any time.
If she suddenly bursts out, the stone in her right hand will smash into Xie Qing's wound at a speed that may be faster and more violent than a bullet coming out.
At the same time as the stone was thrown out, her whole body would turn into a phantom and pounce on Jing Hong's life.
If Lao Xie wants to avoid being hit by a stone, then he will inevitably dodge.
And when he dodges, he has a sixth sense of danger that has a keen premonition, which will prompt him to dodge danger with all his strength, so he can't be distracted to raise the gun and pull the trigger.
By the time Lao Xie tried his best to avoid the stones, Yang Xiao had already pounced on Jing Hongming.
Jing Hongming may still have a chance to shoot - who can guarantee that he can shoot Yang Xiao to death in a hurry?
If Yang Xiao can't be shot to death, then he is the one who dies.
Even Hu Xuantang, who is recognized as the number one master in the world, said that he was not Yang Xiao's opponent, Jing Hongming, who had been entangled in mundane things all these years, what reason could she dodge her fatal blow?
After things really get to that point, will Xie Qingshu still have a chance to shoot?
No.
Because everyone is too close, and it is hand-to-hand combat, even if he has the opportunity to shoot, he will have the fear of accidentally injuring Jing Hong's life.
In this way, after Xie Qingshu lost the advantage of firearms, is he still sure that he can destroy Yang Xiao?
Still not.
Of course, Xie Qingsheng is desperate to lose both, maybe he can really eradicate Yang Xiao - Yang Xiao can't die.
In that confidential file of Red No. 1, the Xuanyuan Kings of all dynasties had an inseparable relationship with the Dragon Vein of the Chinese National Fortune.
Unless Lao Xie and the others don't believe in the legend of the dragon vein of the national fortune.
But can they, or dare not believe it?
If he could, if he dared, the old man more than 20 years ago would not have recruited the four of them to Jinghua.
Moreover, the four of them would not have made so many sacrifices and secretly made so many preparations in these years.
Therefore, Yang Xiao can't die.
Lao Xie and the others don't want to die!
The three of them were in a stalemate, and they didn't speak for a long time.
There is no movement at all.
At this moment, even a frightened rat squeaks and runs past it, triggering a decisive battle that is about to break out.
Sweat slowly rolled down from Lao Xie's forehead, dripping into his eyes, drowning very painfully.
He could only stare at Yang Xiao and didn't dare to look at Jing Hong's life.
But I believe that Jing Hong's current situation is not much better than him.
What about Yang Xiao?
There was no cold sweat on her forehead, but she couldn't stop it, and her pupils shrunk, which proved that the tense nerves all over her body never dared to relax in the slightest.
No matter how good she is, in the current situation that everyone is afraid of, there is no certainty of victory.
The true strength of the two men in front of him once again sounded the alarm for Yang Xiao, who had no one in his eyes.
Under the fame, there is no vanity.
Lao Xie and the others were undefeated in the name of the myth, if they were blown out with their mouths, then they would have been tortured and killed eighteen times by now.
The suffocating tension hangs over the three of them like a devil.
When a thin cold sweat finally broke out on Yang Xiao's forehead, Lao Xie's left leg had begun to tremble slightly.
This is the instinctive reaction of his body caused by the nerves of his whole body tense for too long, and he did not dare to relax for a moment.
"Goo, quack!"
A strange scream suddenly came from a tree more than ten meters to their left, breaking the suffocation.
Almost at the same moment, Jing Hong ordered the two of them to raise the muzzle of their guns sharply and pull the trigger.
Just as their assault rifles spit out two dark red tongues of fire, Yang Xiao's right hand had already been raised.
Dada, dada!
After two shots, something rolled down from the tree over there.
It was an owl.
This owl must have just woken up, and after finding that there were three people in a stalemate there, and no one dared to move, he was a little puzzled, and couldn't help but use his special voice to ask them what they were doing.
It turns out that when it comes to such a situation, it is best to go as far as you can quietly.
I really can't go, just be obediently a melon eater next to me.
Don't try to be glampy, or you might be like this sad owl, and before the laughter fell, he was shot twice in the chest, and his head was smashed by a stone, and he didn't know where he flew.
Only the owl's body fluttered a few times on the ground, and then it remained silent.
But its death is heavier than Tarzan's-
Because of its "timely" appearance, the three people's imminent killing moves were all attracted to it.
After the imminent trigger, the suffocating tension at the scene suddenly disappeared.
Without the murderous aura, neither side has to worry about it, the other party will suddenly attack.
"Whew."
Looking at the great owl, Lao Xie let out a long breath, his face was tired, and he raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.
No matter how unwilling he was, he had to admit that he was already old—no longer the April Blood Eagle that tired seven times a night more than twenty years ago.
As for the martial arts novels, those old monks who are seventy or eighty years old and still capable of killing someone under their hands are all crooked by the author.
Because whether a person's body is strong or not has something to do with his spirit, energy, and spirit, mainly the kidneys.
The human body, after 30 years, is actually a process of gradual decline from its heyday.
An old man in his seventies and eighties, if he can be more powerful than a boy of seventeen or eighteen, is purely unscientific-
Compared with Lao Xie, Jing Hongming's situation is not much better.
It's just that because of his nature, he didn't make such a relaxing action as Lao Xie.
But he could clearly feel that the long confrontation just now was the most dangerous confrontation against the enemy in his life.
The physical strength and spirit expended were even greater than when they completely annihilated the enemy's ace special forces, the Tiger Company, in South Vietnam.
"Are you still fighting?"
It was Yang Xiao who took the lead in speaking.
Her situation is much better than that of Lao Xie and the others.
This is because, first, her own kung fu is quite good.
The second is that she is in her teens, and she is full of energy.
Lao Xie smiled bitterly and asked rhetorically, "What do you say?" ”
"I think it's better to forget it."
Yang Xiao thought for a while before saying, "If you really want to fight, I don't have the certainty that after killing you, I will retreat." ”
Jing Hongming asked coldly, "Are you sure you can kill both of us?" ”
"I can't."
Yang Xiao was refreshed, shook his head and said, "But I can say this." You can say the same, I'm okay with that. ”
"Uh-"
Jing Hongming had nothing to say.
Yang Xiaozhi walked between the two masters with his hands behind his back as if he was strolling leisurely, not worrying at all whether they would suddenly raise their guns.
Because when the owl's strange laughter sounded just now, the three of them reacted in the same way, which proved that none of them wanted to do it.
To put it simply, the reaction at that moment was that all three of them were gambling.
Bet that the other party will not take the opportunity to hurt themselves.
Taking advantage of the opponent's killing intent to be attracted by the owl, and suddenly making a move, it is the best time to eradicate the opponent.
Thankfully, they all won the bet.
On both sides, neither of them wants to kill the other.
This is also what Yang Xiao is strange about, and after taking a few steps, he turned around and asked, "Just now, why didn't you take the opportunity to kill me?" Don't tell me, you can see that I don't want to do anything to you. ”
"You speak first."
Lao Xie has never been a loser, even if he has the initiative when speaking.
"Okay, for the sake of you being Li Nannan's uncles, then I'll talk about it first."
Yang Xiao thought for a while and said.
Lao Xie blinked his eyes and listened attentively.
He wanted to hear what the devil would say.
But after waiting for more than ten seconds, Yang Xiao didn't speak again.
Lao Xie felt that he had been tricked, his brows furrowed, and he asked, "Why don't you say it?" ”
"I've already said it."
Yang Xiao asked a little strangely, "Do you have something wrong with your ears?" ”
"You're the one who has the wrong ear."
Lao Xie opened his mouth and scolded back: "What did you say-"
As soon as he said this, he was stunned: "Yes, I have a problem with my ears." ”
For the sake of you being Li Nannan's uncles.
This is Yang Xiao's answer.
If it weren't for Li Nannan, Yang Xiao would have taken the opportunity to kill them just now.