There were only two guns to answer the question, and the two guns were staggered like a pair of scissors, wanting to cut Xuan Yifan to death, Xuan Yifan directly swept left and right.

While! While!

The guns of the two were blocked, but suddenly there was another gun light, which stabbed directly into Xuan Yifan's chest, it was the gun of a madman, Xuan Yifan retreated, and the gun in his hand was clenched.

Whew!

Two more guns followed, one shot to the left rib, one shot to the right eye, three shots have become a vertical and horizontal trend, the momentum is fast, fast as lightning, has forced Xuan Yifan's back road to death, if he retreats, there will be no strength to fight again.

Three guns were about to pierce his body, and he felt his heart beat slower and slower, and suddenly he waved the spear he was holding tightly.

A spear qi flew out at an angle, cutting off three spear lights, and the residual power of the spear qi did not diminish, slashing the three people. The trio paused, spurted blood, and collapsed.

The fighting continues, and the screams are still in my ears.

Xuan Yifan fell in the pile of corpses, gasping, his plaid armor chest was completely shattered, and blood stained the broken armor.

It took him too much attention, but luckily he survived, and he lay down in the pile of corpses with a smile, thinking to himself that the crisis was finally over.

Is it really over?

Not really.

The sky was full of fire, the sky was full of fire rain falling, several rockets were inserted into a person, and instantly became a fire man, the fire man let out a miserable cry and fell, but the fire on the fire man was never extinguished, at this time, no matter friend or foe, everyone just wanted to live, screams, cries for help, the sound of flames burning, has spread to the entire battlefield.

God didn't seem to want to see such an outcome, and shed tears.

The rain poured down and extinguished the killing flames.

Woo~Woo~Woo~

The horn sounded throughout the battlefield, the gates on both sides were opened, and the men and horses on both sides began to clean up the battlefield.

The battlefield was scorched, and the soldiers turned over one charred corpse after another, and the icy rain fell everywhere, as if they wanted to fight the living buried in the flames.

Suddenly, a man shouted, "There are living people, here." ”

He was a living man, and although his whole body was charred and his body was still scorched, he was still breathing, and two people were already carrying him to his own city.

Zhou Ping was also looking for him, but he couldn't find him? He just repeated the action of turning the corpse, smelling the pervasive scorching stench, the rain falling with a torrent, and his clothes already soaked with the cold rain.

The movements in Zhou Ping's hands paused, and he looked directly at a pile of corpses. The corpse on the pile of corpses was pushed away, a hand outstretched, then a head, then half a body.

Zhou Ping exclaimed: "Xuan Yifan! ”

Xuan Yifan looked at Zhou Ping, licked his chapped lips, wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound, he could only nod and keep nodding.

Then he was picked up by Zhou Ping and ran to the barracks, Xuan Yifan was on Zhou Ping's back, looking at the scorched battlefield, watching occasionally a person who was still alive being rescued. He muttered, "It turns out that death is such a cruel thing. ”

The rain is heavier, and the wind is colder.

Xuan Yifan was lying on the tired and hard stone bed, his eyes were straight to the top of the tent, his face was haggard but he didn't feel sleepy at all, he had been like this for three days, he didn't sleep, he didn't eat, he didn't dare to sleep, he didn't want to close his eyes and see the scorched battlefield, he didn't want to eat, he started vomiting as soon as he ate.

He was still lying next to him, almost a dozen people in the same situation as him, and the only sound of breathing was now in the once noisy tent.

Gollum!

Xuan Yifan's stomach began to scream, this cry was like a signal, and the stomachs of more than ten people also began to scream, no one wanted to endure this torture, they had to get out of bed and eat.

The food cooked in the canteen today smells very fragrant, and it looks very appetizing, and it tastes good, but for them, there is only one taste, burnt smell.

They have started to vomit, but they can't vomit anything, they can only retch, but they still have to eat, because they are so hungry, so they suppress the vomiting while eating.

The waste ground was filled with an unpleasant smell, Xuan Yifan was half-kneeling and vomiting, and a sound of footsteps came into Xuan Yifan's ears, and when he raised his head, he saw Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping held a bowl of porridge in his hand and said, "I think what you need now is a bowl of porridge like this." ”

The warm porridge went down, and the body began to warm up, Xuan Yifan said to Zhou Ping in front of him: "Thank you, I feel much better." ”

Zhou Ping said: "You are very lucky, if it doesn't rain heavily, even if you hide in the corpse, it is useless." ”

Xuan Yifan was silent for a while, and said: "This is your way to deal with it, first let us fight, and then burn the ...... with fire" Speaking of this, Xuan Yifan couldn't help but feel sick again, and his face was sad. He really didn't want to remember the burning battlefield.

Zhou Ping said: "Do you know how to not vomit in a situation like yours? ”

Zhou Ping didn't let Xuan Yifan ask himself to answer this question: "It's a life-and-death fight." ”

Saying that, a punch was swung out, hitting Xuan Yifan's face directly, the fist was tiger-like, it was a move in the fist of the broken army, this punch was powerful, and if it was hit, Xuan Yifan would definitely die.

Xuan Yifan didn't seem to react at all, but his body had the most instinctive reaction, his hand had already grasped Zhou Ping's wrist, and Zhou Ping's other fist followed.

Xuan Yifan also swung his fist at the same time.

Punch like thunder!

The two fists collided, the thunder sounded, the two retreated at the same time, the eyes collided as if a string of sparks were stirred, Xuan Yifan's face was now like a rock, and the murderous aura was already in his eyes, and so was Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping suddenly threw a spear, like a flash of light, and in an instant he came to Xuan Yifan, Xuan Yifan dodged sideways, held the gun in his hand, his body rotated with the trend, and he struck back the horse pistol.

Phew!

The two shots hit each other, sparks splashed everywhere, and the two looked at each other like blades, and the murderous aura had permeated the whole body, and it was everywhere.

The two of them shot at the same time, and the two guns flew up and down, like a python fighting, and the three styles of blocking and nazai made them use it to a great degree, and the changes of each shot, the subtlety of each move, made people feel frightened.

The moves of the two are becoming more and more ruthless, practicing drilling, every shot, every move is straight to life, the momentum of the two is high-pitched, the murderous aura is getting stronger, and it has reached its peak.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the piano in the depths of the wasteland, and at first I heard it, I only felt that the sound of the piano was exciting, which made people's hearts surge, but gradually both of them realized that the sound of the piano was secretly in line with the marksmanship of the two.

When the two of them attacked fiercely, the sound of the piano soared into the sky, and the murderous aura was agitated.

When the offensive of the two slowed down, the sound of the piano was low, heavy as dark water, hiding murderous intentions.

Unconsciously, the sound of the piano became dominant, guiding the two marksmanship, sometimes breaking it with one force, sometimes changing instantaneously, and finally merging into one, a shot was swung, the spear flower bloomed, the spear flower was fierce and swift but endlessly changing, and the momentum of the two was also condensed, almost about to transform into a new realm.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, the spear broke, and the man stopped, leaving only the sound of panting.

After a while, Xuan Yifan said, "Thank you." ”

Zhou Ping shook his head and said, "No need." ”

Xuan Yifan no longer gasped and began to walk around to look around, there were only the two of them, no one, as if the sound of the piano had never come out at all.

Seeing that Xuan Yifan had been looking left and right, Zhou Ping couldn't help but say: "Don't look for it, if you can't find them, no one will name them masters." ”

Zhou Ping looked at Xuan Yifan with an unwilling expression, and said, "Come here tomorrow, it's still at this point, there is something for you." ”

Xuan Yifan was curious: "Why don't you give it to me now?" ”

Zhou Ping said calmly: "I didn't take it." ”

"!"

Wang Xiaowei looked at the disappearing backs of the two and sighed: "Alas, I would have known that I would have used a better piano." ”

The night was shrouded, the sun rose in the east, at the same time, in the same place, Xuan Yifan and Zhou Ping met again.