"Starlight, reach out and hold it high!"

Yan Zhi screamed and his body fell, his left leg was the axis, and his right leg was like steel, and he used a move to sweep in all directions, kicking a 180-degree semicircle on the sand.

"Click......"

The leg bones of the seven or eight captives who came to Yan Zhi were swept off by Yan Zhi, and they bounced back one after another, smashing a large piece of the captives who came from behind to the ground.

It's terrible leg work.

But the captives who had their leg bones broken were even more terrible.

None of the seven or eight captives who fell backwards let out a scream, and could only hear the "click" sound of broken leg bones, and they fell on the sand and got up after a roll, and continued to pounce on Yan Zhi, but the broken leg was weak, lost support, and staggered to the sand.

Suddenly, Nalan Xinghui's heart fell violently.

Yan Zhi, who asked her to stretch out her hand, did not come to save her, but ran forward alone.

Nalan Xinghui's heart fell into the ice cellar, he abandoned me, no wonder he was lukewarm to me.

Yan Zhi really gave up Nalan Xinghui. He ran forward to meet the captives who continued to surround him, and after adjusting his stride in three steps, he suddenly jumped up like lightning, and kicked a tall captive in the chest three times in a row, kicking his entire chest into deformation, spitting blood in his mouth, and flying backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Yan Zhi took advantage of the three-kick momentum of the "volley whirlwind triple slash", turned around and took off backwards, like a peng, gliding head-on towards the sand waves that smashed down towards Nalan Xinghui.

In a flash of light, Yan Zhi grabbed Nalan Xinghui's helpless hand, he exerted his strength in the air, lifted Nalan Xinghui at the last moment, and threw it high behind him.

Nalan Xinghui only felt as if he was flying through the clouds, and his body drew an arc in the air, passing over Yan Zhi's head, and flying forward in a parabolic trajectory.

The breeze on the sand blew up Nalan Xinghui's short hair.

Nalan Xinghui turned around,

Her eyes were already moist.

Yan Zhi was like a cannonball that fell to the ground, falling heavily towards the sand, and his foothold would be the place where Nalan Xinghui was standing just now.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa......"

The sand falling from the covered ground was more than ten meters thick, and no matter who it hit on it, it would vomit blood and die on the spot, and it would be buried by the sand in an instant.

No one can escape the sand pile that falls down like a raging wave, and this wave of sand pile falls down, at least a hundred thousand catties of weight, and no one can stop it.

Even the body of the steel superman will be smashed.

Nalan Xinghui's body could be seen clearly in the air, and the sand waves were covered with corpse flies covered in corpse spots.

These disgusting things move freely through the sand like fish, shaking their soft tentacles and undulating in the sand waves.

It may be that after cleaning up the corpses of a few camels and a dozen devils, the corpse flies have skyrocketed in size, turning into a flat circle, with a saucer-sized, open, waving a pair of large serrated sickle-like pincers, their bodies are soft and bloated, and their appearance is hideous and terrifying, and they are wielding large tentacles that are creeping like slugs, and they are twisting and writhing towards Yan Zhi.

Yan Zhi felt nauseous, these things had no eyes.

The hot yellow sand that followed was filled with a disgusting rancid smell and a suffocating smell of death.

Although Yan Zhi was not shocked, he took a deep breath, and when he landed, his body rushed forward for half a meter, and his toes barely stepped on the corpse of a captive with a missing head, exerting all his strength, breaking the cauldron and slamming the boat, his body was like a cannonball, shooting back and retreating

Between the turbulent flint and lightning, Yan Zhi looked up at the sand in the air, and smashed down on him in the trajectory of the upward arc, and less than a meter above his head, there were more than a dozen corpses, looking at him with blank eyes.

At this moment, Yan Zhi saw clearly that the pieces on the bodies of these corpses had made him lose his appetite for half a year.

The scorching heat bakes a fishy smell that can choke people to death.

As long as his back touches the sand, the soft sand will immediately stop him from sliding backwards, and the sand waves that fall like knives will instantly separate the flesh and bones he cut, and then smash him into a pulp and bury him.

Even if Yan Zhi was lucky enough to escape the sandy burial, he couldn't escape the corpses that pounced in the sand at any time, and the captives who still sacrificed their lives to pounce on him behind him.

In the flash of life and death, Yan Zhi was as if he had eyes on his back, and when his back fell on the sand, his already open palm slammed into the ankle of a captive and threw it forward.

With this forward throwing force, Yan Zhi's body slid backwards a meter on the sand, hit a 360-degree offensive and defensive spinning leg, stood up, raised his leg to kick an oncoming captive and spit out blood, and fell backwards on the sand.

The body of the captive who was thrown by Yan Zhi faced the sand wave as soon as it came into contact, and was instantly cut into a bloody mist by the sand like shrapnel, and burst with a "bang", dyeing the last wave of sand at the same time, after a "click", his skeleton was smashed into white powder, and was blown up by a powerful fluttering force, flying around, and flying in the sun.

Those corpses swam in the sand in an instant, and in the flat sand, they snatched the flesh of the captives that had been crushed into a blood mist.

These corpses are not afraid of fire.

Yan Zhi's body was like a wash in an instant, and cold sweat soaked every inch of his military uniform. If it is slower by another 0.1 seconds, it will become a bone phosphorus and burn into fire at this time, and it will be his face.

Just asked for a sentence of good luck for labor and management!

"Whew!"

A bullet made a piercing sound and came towards Yan Zhi through the air.

This is an Arisaka bullet issued by the 38 large cover rifle.

"!"

Yan Zhi could feel the powerful shock wave from the northeast direction, and in an instant, his body shook incredibly like lightning, and he threw himself to the side, dodging the bullets while picking up the Nepalese saber left on the sand, and from the bottom up, he cut open the abdomen of a captive, and squeezed the internal organs out of the knife.

"Sorry! I didn't kill you with a single sword, but your luck was too bad. ”

Yan Zhi whispered, and the rabbit arrived at Nalan Xinghui's side in a flash, swinging his knife to split the heads of the captives who attacked her, and taking Nalan Xinghui's hand and rushing towards the captives.

Instead of running to the open space where there were few prisoners, he rushed towards the place where there were many prisoners.

The bullet just now was a millimeter Arisaka bullet, and it came from one of the big trees in the dense bushes two hundred meters to the northeast.

Yan Zhi was ecstatic that he had the ability to dodge bullets, but he knew that Nalan Xinghui would never be able to dodge bullets, and it would be dangerous if the person who fired the shot turned to aim at Nalan Xinghui, so he pulled Nalan Xinghui and took the initiative to run into the captives to avoid the bullets that the snatchers might continue to fire.

The leaves of a large tree, although extreme, can completely hide a person from being discovered.

Yan Zhi couldn't tell if the person who shot was still on the tree at this time.

This shot was definitely not fired by the 38 big covers of the devils who fled to both sides of the captive.

This shot is very accurate, and the person who fired the shot is also very calm and stable like a hound, and it is by no means the work of a devil who has lost his soul.

Who will shoot it?

After the first shot, there was no movement in the tree. 166 Reading Network