The arms could barely be raised, and the gunshot wound caused not pain, but numbness, completely uncontrollable.

Xiao Yuanchao had a feeling of powerlessness, but this feeling was just his body. His spirit, his will, but under the powerlessness of his body, it showed an unprecedented mad outburst.

"Roar!!

A low roar came from Xiao Yuanchao's chest, and he raised his head fiercely, staring at the sniper storm fifteen meters away with red eyes.

Sniper Storm was changing magazines, and his calm and indifferent eyes collided fiercely with Xiao Yuanchao's eyes, bursting out with violent sparks.

He clearly saw that Xiao Yuanchao was no longer good, and even the pistol had fallen off. Although it is full of unwillingness, it is a pity that the body that suffered a gunshot wound is no longer good. No matter how fierce his eyes were, there was no real threat.

Like a dying wolf, it is so fierce that it cannot be more ferocious. It's a pity that the damned still have to die, and no one will be frightened by the eyes.

"Legendary? When legends meet myths, only legends die. Sniper Storm showed a faint smile and said to Xiao Yuanchao: "Seriously, you are already very good, it's a pity to die." If you live, you may not be worse than me in the future, but it's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity......"

The voice landed, and Sniper Storm pulled the trigger again on Xiao Yuanchao without hesitation.

But at this time, he saw Xiao Yuanchao violently throwing all the wine jugs around his neck in front of his head to block the most deadly head.

All flasks are in five-tael, flattened, and bulky. When five or six flasks are all in front of the head, a rudimentary but practical makeshift bunker is again formed.

Each flask is effective against pistol rounds, and each flask resembles an integral part of a bulletproof vest. Five or six wine jugs were enough to cover Xiao Yuanchao's head tightly, helping him resist the pistol fire of the sniper storm.

"It's useless." Sniper Storm shook his head and pulled the trigger again.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The crisp sound of gunfire rang out again, hitting Xiao Yuanchao's arms and shoulders mercilessly.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ……”

Blood splattered, Xiao Yuanchao's body twitched wildly, and a pair of eyes were so wide that they could almost tear the corners of their eyes apart.

He didn't know if his two arms were useless, but he clearly knew that the bones could still move, and the bones that had been beaten by the steel bars could still move.

"Smack!"

A bullet struck the jug at the junction of the flask and forced the bottom lid of the flask open. Immediately afterwards, the warhead slammed forward again, hitting the wine jug that was clinging to Xiao Yuanchao's head.

"Boom!"

The moment the bullet hit the wine jug, Xiao Yuanchao heard it as if it was rolling thunder, and his body trembled wildly uncontrollably again.

The intense feeling of dizziness almost made him faint, and his head almost exploded under the penetrating force of the warhead.

The aroma of the wine came out, and the strong liquor, which could reach 60 degrees, flowed out of the jug and gathered in a large area.

Blown by a cold wind, the liquor that flowed out solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye. But just as it was about to solidify, it was washed away by the flowing liquor and remained in a liquid state.

Sniper Storm threw away his pistol, glanced at Xiao Yuanchao, who was lying there like a dead dog, and slowly crawled forward.

"Khooth! Sonor! Sonor! ……”

The saber was inserted into the ice crack surface one by one, and the sniper storm approached Xiao Yuanchao, narrowing the fifteen-meter distance between the two to five meters.

Suddenly, Xiao Yuanchao, who was lying there like a dead man, raised his head suddenly, and burst into a good-looking smile at the sniper storm.

"There's no magazine, right?" Xiao Yuanchao made a sound.

And as the sound came out, the corners of the mouth squirted fresh foam.

That's right, Sniper Storm has no magazines. Normally, he uses a sniper rifle and does not have too many pistol rounds. If you are forced to fight at close range with a pistol, you will not be far away from death.

Sniper Storm didn't respond, still holding the saber in his right hand, and crawled steadily towards him. The other party is no longer good, not at all. But the more he can't do it, the more he can't be careless, he doesn't have the habit of underestimating the enemy, and he must be sure that the other party is dead.

Two meters!

"Let me take one last sip of wine." As if he was talking to Sniper Storm, and as if talking to himself.

Xiao Yuanchao bent his bloody right arm with difficulty, trembled and pinched a wine jug to his mouth, unscrewed the lid of the wine jug with his teeth and delivered it to his mouth.

It's a pity that his right hand trembled so much that he couldn't hold it at all. The flask lay forward, and all the high-grade liquor flowed out, mixing with the liquor that had gathered together and almost solidified. It is still in a liquid state, under the continuous washing of liquor.

Living water does not freeze, this is a common sense that everyone knows.

"Hehehehe...... Hahahaha...... "I didn't drink alcohol, Xiao Yuanchao laughed."

The laughter is very cheerful and hearty, and it actually gives people a strange feeling, as if in his laughter, he can see the blue sky of late autumn, spacious and boundless.

But Sniper Storm knew that the other party was unwilling and desperate to laugh, because he saw Xiao Yuanchao trying to grab the saber with his trembling right hand, and kept holding the cage, which was extremely difficult.

He still has to resist, but alas......

One meter!

Sniper Storm had clearly seen Xiao Yuanchao's tragic situation, and clearly saw that the other party's upper body was coagulated by blood, sticking to the ice. He couldn't even move, but he still wanted to resist.

and those red eyes, which are still ferocious, but the deepest part is the pity for life and the ...... of life Wait, the mercy of life?!

A thick doubt instantly rose in Sniper Storm's eyes, what he should have seen was not pity for life, but a thirst for life. But he clearly saw Xiao Yuanchao's pity hidden in the deepest part of his pupils, which was not pity for himself, but pity for his sniper storm.

Kill! Kill him!

Fifty centimeters!

Xiao Yuanchao lowered his head again, and the sniper storm had already crawled in front of him, and began to raise the saber in his right hand.

His hands are very steady and steady, and his eyes are equally steady. With this knife, Xiao Yuanchao's head will be pierced, and this legend will be completely and forever wiped out.

But at the moment when the Sniper Storm Saber fell, Xiao Yuanchao raised his head violently; The moment he raised his head violently, the sound of a match burning suddenly sounded.

"Whew!"

Xiao Yuanchao's teeth were biting a burning match, although the flame was small, it was burning after all.

When the flame comes into contact with a liquid liquor of more than 60 degrees, it burns immediately.

"Boom!"

The blue flames ignited instantly, enveloping the upper body of Sniper Storm, who was lying in the spirits.

"Ahh ……”

Screams rang out from the mouth of the sniper storm, and the flames burned his cheeks and jacket mercilessly.

"Roar!!

Xiao Yuanchao exploded, picked up the saber in his right hand, and raised his upper body crazily.

"Whew! ……”

A layer of flesh on the chest that stuck to the ice was torn off, revealing pink subcutaneous muscles.

The saber fell, plunging ferociously into Sniper Storm's left arm, nailing it firmly to the ice!

An unexpected counterattack, a completely unexpected Jedi reversal!

"Ahh …… Yes!! …… Yes!!! ……”

The upper body was enveloped in flames, and the sniper storm let out a terrible scream. His body writhed from the burning fire, and he slid down the cliff with a bang.

But his arm was nailed to the ice, hanging from the cliff of the ice rift.

"Hahaha...... Hahahahaha......ha

Xiao Yuanchao raised his head and laughed, this laughter did not hide his pity for life, which was in stark contrast to the miserable howl of the sniper storm!

PS: 9 p.m., 2 in a row. R1148