It's a very simple desire to live, and there's nothing wrong with everyone wanting to live.

But if you do whatever it takes to survive, or even kill others as food for your own survival, you are at fault.

This is a very simple truth, in the words of the older generation, it is "the murderer is always killed", and the words of the second point are "if you do not have the consciousness of being killed, you will not have the qualification to kill".

So Feng Xia quickly adjusted his mentality, after all, this is not the time to be sad in front of him.

Three small black dots had gradually appeared in the desert in the distance, and Feng Xia couldn't help but sigh as he looked back at the three figures and quickened his pace.

Impulsiveness is the devil, it is true, if the ink slash is not destroyed by his own impulse, it would be good that he can still cover his whereabouts to some extent, but at the moment, Feng Xia can only rely on speed to barely keep a distance from them.

This is quite a heavy blow to Feng Xia, who is still seriously injured, and the huge wound left by Xu Ji on his chest has not yet healed with excess desolate energy, and he can only rely on the self-healing ability of the second-order desolate body itself to suppress the injury. However, this kind of suppression, like the suppression of the second-order desolate crystals by devouring the wilderness, is only temporary, if there is not enough time to heal the wound with all its might, at most two days, this wound will evolve into a barren lesion, and if it is not treated in time at that time, let this wound worsen, it is estimated that without Wang Xiangyun and others to take action, Fengxia will be eroded by barrenness.

In fact, if it is just an ordinary wound, it is not a big trouble for Feng Xia, who is already a second-order desolate man, even if it passes through the chest, under the self-healing ability of the second-order desolate body, without the support of desolate energy, it will still heal slowly, but before Xu Ji assassinated Feng Xia, in order to increase the lethality when fighting with the wolf king, Feng Xia quenched the desolate energy liquid with burning properties on the ink sheng, Feng Xia shook his head a little depressedly, I really don't know whether to say that Xu Ji is crooked, or scolding himself for doing it himself.

Suddenly, a two-meter-long red sand scorpion suddenly drilled out in the direction of Feng Xia's running, Feng Xia made an emergency stop, and the impact made the muscles of the whole body tense suddenly, causing a sharp stinging pain in the wound, so that Feng Xia couldn't help but gasp for a breath of cold air, Shui Mosheng slashed forward, and slashed heavily on the tailbone of the sand scorpion that should have come out to breathe and accidentally blocked the tailbone in front of him, and then snorted lightly, and the whole person rushed forward with the help of strength, directly over the top of the sand scorpion's head, Shui Mosheng retracted, and continued to rush forward while the sand scorpion had not yet reacted.

"Wow, wow, wow, it hurts, it hurts......" Feng Xia screamed miserably to distract himself, while looking back at Wang Xiangyun and the three of them who were blocked by the sand scorpion, and sighed with emotion to give a thumbs up to the sand scorpion who mistakenly thought it was Wang Xiangyun and others who gave him a knife...... Ah no, it's this kind of scorpion, if Su Yang has a vote that touches Su Yang's top ten desolate beasts, Feng Xia will definitely vote for it without hesitation, and it's no problem to spend money and votes, this is a noble quality that transcends the race.

The sand scorpion, which had been cut in half by the angry Wang Xiangyun, was destined to not be able to hear Feng Xia's heart. Kicking away the corpse of the sand scorpion that fell at his feet, Wang Xiangyun looked fiercely at the vast desert where he could no longer capture Feng Xia's figure, and the left hand holding the Tiger Roar Knife clenched hard, faintly green tendons burst out, and slashed it again, cutting the corpse of the sand scorpion that had not even evolved into pieces.

Chen Bai, who was carrying a heavy rifle on his back, shook his head, and his voice became hoarse because he hadn't drunk water for a long time: "Why should Young Master Wang be angry with a beast, but with a knife, how far can that little beast run?" Taking a step back, even if he runs farther, we have Sergeant Sun Liang with him, and under the lock-up of the qi machine, where can he escape? ”

Sun Liang, who had been silent since the beginning of the pursuit, did not answer, Wang Xiangyun turned his head suddenly, and a thick killing intent flashed in his eyes: "Officer Sun Liang, can you still use your qi lock?" ”

Sun Liang shook his head calmly, not caring at all about the murderous intent in Wang Xiangyun's eyes.

Wang Xiangyun stepped forward and came directly to Sun Liang, holding Sun Liang's broken non-commissioned officer uniform collar, and his voice was cold: "Non-commissioned Officer Sun, you'd better get acquainted, that little beast surnamed Feng has escaped from me three times, and the one time he killed Xu Ji's idiot and escaped doesn't count, after all, no matter how stupid Xu Ji is, it's also our Black Tiger's own problem, but there will be this time in the future, you have to talk to me well." The last time your forced lock was at a distance of 300 meters, it actually missed, and our plan to ambush for a day fell through, what do you say? ”

Sun Liang was grabbed by Wang Xiangyun's collar, and his feet were in the air, but his voice still did not fluctuate at all: "It's not the second time that the forced targeting was blocked by Feng Xia, didn't it be blocked when Xu Ji assassinated Feng Xia?" ”

"Xu Ji didn't get seriously injured in Feng Xia that time, Officer Sun," Wang Xiangyun said softly, "What about this time?" I don't believe it, as a second-order desolate who specializes in sniping and cultivating both the perception domain and the evolution domain, you will feel that there will be a sand scorpion within ten meters?! ”

"It's too close, we're moving too fast, and I don't have time to warn you."

"Have you played with me, Sun Liang?!" Wang Xiangyun let out a low roar, dragged Sun Liang's body and threw him to the ground, and then suddenly attached himself, the tiger roaring knife was flat on Sun Liang's neck, and his voice was suddenly soft, "It's okay Officer Sun Liang, I am a very kind person, and I usually give a person three chances, so next time you'd better not be clever, otherwise I won't guarantee that your subordinates will be able to return to Suyang safely." ”

Sun Liang could not see any emotional changes on his face, but there was no slightest fluctuation in his eyes when he looked directly at Wang Xiangyun; "It's a fact that it will take two hours for the gas engine to be locked up and used again, and even if you kill me, it will still not change."

Wang Xiangyun got up slowly, facing the desert, and the tiger roaring knife was put into its scabbard, as if the conflict just now had not happened: "Since this is the case, then follow the previous pursuit method, pursue in three directions, and wait for two hours, after Sun Liang's official qi machine is successfully locked, it will immediately converge in the direction he gave." ”

Chen Bai nodded casually, casually chose a direction and chased down, Sun Liang chose another direction expressionlessly, and Wang Xiangyun stood in place and glanced back thoughtfully: "That Sun Liang went back before, what did he do?" Why do I feel uneasy when she looks at me? ”

The third-order ability aura lock consumes too much of the second-order desolate energy, and every time it is used, it takes about one to three hours of interval, and during this time, he should be safe.

Feng Xia, who was running wildly in the desert, held the wound on his chest with one hand, while calculating the situation in front of him in his heart.

Sun Liang's joining Wang Xiangyun's pursuit team was something he expected, whether it was "to protect Wang Lie and the others" as he said, or to avoid the possible adverse effects of his return to Su Yang, it was enough to make this powerful non-commissioned officer his enemy.

But Feng Xia far underestimated Sun Liang's strength, at first Feng Xia only thought that Sun Liang was a sniper who majored in the evolutionary domain, after all, he could evolve a forced aiming with a power close to the fourth-order ability when he was a second-order desolate warrior, on the one hand, it can explain Sun Liang's talent, on the other hand, it also means that there should not be many of his ability points left, at least it is unlikely to evolve another ability close to forced aim.

However, the fact is that people have really evolved, and it is still a powerful tracking ability such as the third-order ability of the perception domain that is stronger than forced aiming in the same level of ability, and in the wilderness, the wilderness with this ability, even if he does not enter the wilderness camp in the settlement, is also a hot and sought-after item among hunters, not to mention that he also has a forced aiming that is so powerful that it explodes.

"So why is this kind of person who has more than enough strength to be a deputy commander just a non-commissioned officer......" Feng Xia sighed weakly, while pressing his wound, so that the pus from the wound that began to festering would not remain in his body.

This wound is only the most serious on the surface, the real injury is in the invisible body, Feng Xia no longer wants to look inside to check the injury in his body, and he can imagine that it must be broken inside without looking. Devouring the Desolation suppressed most of the second-order Desolate Crystal's Desolate Energy, but there was still a small part of the Desolate Energy, and Feng Xia had lost control of them, and could only rely on his body to support him.

In two days, these wasted energy in Feng Xia's body is like a bear child for the New Year, making a mess of Feng Xia's body, in fact, it is a bit too much to say that it is broken, the damage caused by these wasted energy is not so bad, after all, the most important organs are protected by devouring the waste, but this also makes Feng Xia have a headache, it is like a bear child breaking into your study, touching and touching. Accidentally tearing up the book and accidentally dropping that vase, although it won't burn down your bookstore, but it's ...... It's upsetting.

Moreover, if these seemingly subtle injuries are not repaired in time, I am afraid that they will become long-term dark injuries in the future, and when they impact to a higher level, they are likely to cause the evil consequences of the destruction of the embankment in the anthill.

When he thought of this, Feng Xia, who was running at great speed, suddenly felt a sweet throat, and his speed immediately slowed down, and then a mouthful of gray-brown blood spit out again.

The blood fell into the yellow sand, but instead of seeping into the ground, it began to precipitate crystals under the sun, and finally formed a purple desolate energy crystal, which shows the surging desolate energy contained in this blood!

With a long sigh of relief, although Feng Xia's pale face became more and more pale, the expression on his face finally relaxed. The tremendous pressure brought by the second-order desolate crystal was finally dissolved under the full suppression of the two days of devouring the desolate crystal, and as the blood containing nearly one-tenth of the desolate energy of the second-order desolate crystal was spit out, the desolate devouring was finally able to start absorbing the desolate energy of the desolate crystal.

Started running again, and finally had the strength to mobilize the wild energy, Feng Xia ate the remaining wolf meat with wolf blood, and began to regulate the injuries in the body with the help of wolf meat and wolf blood, fortunately, these dark injuries have only been raging in the body for two days, and half an hour should be enough to control these injuries.

The wind rose again, Feng Xia helplessly stopped his galloping pace, looking at the figure that appeared in front of him, there was an indescribable depression in his eyes.

Sun Liang threw his Yang-III sniper rifle at his feet, the black non-commissioned officer uniform fluttering in the wind, and the iron-gray military boots stepped on the sand, but there were no footprints around, obviously he had been waiting here for a long time.