When Han Chuang saw clearly what was happening below, he was shocked. Xiao Feng and Xiao Guan must have died together.
"Landing," Han Chuang shouted anxiously at the pilot.
"yes,"
"Wait a minute," suddenly, Han Chuang thought of something else and contacted his subordinates: "Give Mr. Jing the phone number."
"yes,"
"What's going on?" Old Jing's voice came over more than ten seconds later.
"Mr. Jing, Xiao Feng and Xiao Guan were covered in blood and fell on the beach. Can I go down and have a look?"
"Oh, is there an infrared thermal imaging camera on the helicopter?"
"what do you mean……"
"If you can't get to the last step, there's no need to go down,"
"Yes," Han Chuang understood, nodded, hung up the phone, turned on the infrared thermal imaging camera, and began to scan downwards.
Han Chuang frowned. When he saw the red image on the display, he felt happy: "There are vital signs."
"Captain, shall we go down then?"
"No need for now, go back," Han Chuang hesitated and shook his head.
"yes,"
The helicopter circled a few times, then turned around and flew away again. Xiao Feng, who was on the beach below, tried his best to open his eyes and then closed them again.
After several hours of high-intensity fighting, coupled with various injuries and bleeding, both Xiao Feng and Xiao Guan were completely exhausted. The two of them just fell on the beach. Apart from breathing slowly, they looked nothing like dead people. the difference.
During this period, Mr. Jing personally took a helicopter to see the animals several times. He was unsure, but in the end he was too determined to intervene and was prepared to implement the stocking method to the end.
"When it gets bright and the sun comes out, we will go down." After observation, Mr. Jing found that the life characteristics of the two people were very stable, and they might just have lost their strength.
"Okay," Xiao Ye and others all looked anxious, but since Mr. Jing said so, they could only wait.
The waves were turbulent, beating against the stone cliffs, making a deafening sound~ The night gradually turned white, especially on the sea level in the east, the fish belly white became even wider...
"Ah," Xiao Guan, who was originally semi-conscious, trembled and slowly sat up from the beach.
Even just a single movement of sitting up made Xiao Guan grimace in pain, gasping for breath, and the injured area on his chest began to bleed again.
Xiao Guan turned his head and looked to the side, only to see Xiao Feng's face was pale and motionless, still semi-conscious. There was no other movement except for the ups and downs of his chest.
A cold look flashed in Xiao Guan's eyes. He held the dagger and stood up with difficulty. He looked at Xiao Feng, who was ten steps away, and laughed ferociously: "Xiao Feng, I said, I will be the one who laughs last."
Normally, Xiao Guan could reach the distance of more than ten meters in a short breath, but now, it became a little difficult. He took a difficult step, his body shook a few times, and he almost fell on the beach.
"You are already very good at forcing me to this point," Xiao Guan gritted his teeth, tried to steady his body, and took the second step.
Xiao Feng, who was on the beach, didn't react at all. He just lay flat on his back, not knowing that the crisis was gradually approaching him.
When he took the third step, Xiao Guan could no longer hold on and knelt on one knee. The wound on his thigh burst open, and blood spurted out, dyeing the golden beach red.
However, Xiao Guan did not scream in pain. He was afraid of waking up Xiao Feng. What he had to do now was to get close to him, then insert the dagger in his hand into his heart, or kidnap him, and then leave here safely.
Xiao Guan did not stand up again. He held the dagger in one hand and began to move forward, dragging a dazzling blood trail on the beach.
I have to say that Xiao Feng can bring Xiao Guan to such a miserable state, which is worthy of pride. Over the years, Xiao Guan has killed many famous masters, but no one has ever been able to force him to be like this.
The severe pain in his body made Xiao Guan have the urge to pass out, but he resisted and must not pass out. If another helicopter came over and they intervened, he would definitely die.
Xiao Guan raised his head and took only five steps, but Xiao Feng was still unconscious and unresponsive.
"Ahem..." Xiao Guan coughed up a mouthful of blood. In the previous battle, Xiao Feng hit his ribs with a bridge-breaking hand. Although he had lost most of his strength, several parts were still broken by the shock. A rib was broken, and the broken rib hurt his lungs.
Five steps!
Four steps.
Three steps.
Two steps.
Xiao Guan looked a little ferocious. He raised his dagger. Should he kill him or kidnap him? If he killed him, he would never survive, but kidnapping him was also full of dangers.
Based on Xiao Guan's current state, he knew very well that any sniper could shoot him, and an ordinary person could also kill him.
"Xiao Feng, let's exchange one life for another. Uncle will die with you," a crazy smile appeared on Xiao Guan's face, and he moved forward little by little, the dagger raised high flashing with cold light.
Finally, Xiao Guan came to Xiao Feng. As long as he reached out and inserted the dagger in his hand, he could kill Xiao Feng. Although he was going to die, he was smiling because he was the last one. winner.
"Xiao Feng, go to hell," Xiao Guan said, holding the dagger in his raised hand, and stabbed it into Xiao Feng's heart: "No one can save you."
"Really?" Just when the dagger was only five centimeters away from his heart, Xiao Feng's eyes suddenly opened. He supported Xiao Guan's dagger with his left hand, and the dragon-patterned dagger on his right hand was in the most direct and final way. In a short distance, it penetrated into Xiao Guan's belly.
Xiao Caring was startled and moved his body, but after all, he had wasted a lot of the strength he had accumulated just now and could barely avoid the vital point. He felt a burning pain in his stomach, as if he had been penetrated by a red-hot iron chopstick. He couldn't help but let out a scream.
Xiao Feng succeeded with one blow and was unyielding. He pulled out the dragon pattern dagger and stabbed it into Xiao Guan's thigh again: "Xiao Guan, when I left home, the old guy told me not to put my hope in No one can save yourself from others, only you can save yourself."
"You..." Stimulated by the severe pain, Xiao Guan got the strength out of nowhere, rolled violently, and dodged Xiao Feng's third knife.
Xiao Feng sneered and slowly stood up from the beach: "Xiao Guan, who do you think can save you?"
Xiao Guan covered the wound on his stomach, blood flowing out from his fingers. His face was extremely pale, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth: "So you woke up a long time ago,"
"That's right, I'm just waiting for you to come over." Xiao Feng's condition is much better than that of Xiao Guan before, not to mention that Xiao Guan is now seriously injured.
Xiao Guan gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up. His only hand was covering his stomach. As long as he let go, the intestines would flow out along the wound...
"Xiao Guan, it's over. If you die, twenty years of old and new grudges will be over." Xiao Feng held the dragon-patterned dagger and approached Xiao Guan step by step.
Xiao Guan wanted to retreat, but he didn't have much strength. He planned to save the little strength he had left to find an opportunity to give Xiao Feng a fatal blow. Even if he died, he would still have someone to back him up.
On the sea level in the east, a glimmer of dawn appeared, and the white fish belly gradually glowed with a bright yellow light. It looked particularly beautiful against the blue water...
Xiao Feng took a deep breath, and his second level of strength suddenly exploded, his speed increased dramatically, and the dragon-marked dagger, as black as ink, shot toward Xiao Guan's heart.
‘Poof’, the dragon-marked dagger shot in, Xiao Guan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He moved his body and rushed towards the shaking Xiao Feng.
"Go to hell," Xiao Guan's speed was also not slow. This was a flashback before death. His condition had recovered a bit, and the dagger cut open the muscles in Xiao Feng's chest.
Xiao Feng was shocked. He had been wandering between life and death for many years. He reacted directly without thinking. He turned sideways to avoid the vital position, clasped Xiao Guan's neck with both hands, and exerted force.
"Goodbye," as Xiao Feng finished his words, the sound of "click, click, click" was heard. Xiao Guan's neck was completely broken by him, and his face even turned towards his back, which looked particularly terrifying.
After the blow, Xiao Feng still did not dare to be careless. He strangled Xiao Guan's neck with both hands and threw him over his shoulder. He was thrown out hard and hit a rock not far away.
After doing all this, Xiao Feng sat down on the ground, unable to get up any more strength. If this is the case and Xiao Guan is still alive, then he will admit it and kill him.
On the cliff, Xiao Guan's body was trembling, his chest was down, but his face was up, his eyes were bulging and stained with blood, and he was staring at the increasingly white sky, gradually losing his life.
"Damn, I'm the one who laughs last." After Xiao Feng was sure that Xiao Guan was dead, he looked at the red sun popping up on the eastern sea level and grinned. It was dawn, and it was a brand new day. Before he could finish his emotion, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
At the moment when he fainted, Xiao Feng heard the roar of the helicopter propeller. His only thought was that the paralysis was finally over and he could have a good sleep.
The helicopter hovering in the sky slowly landed, and the hatch opened. Mr. Jing jumped down, took three steps and two steps at a time, and came to Xiao Feng's side. He pinched his wrist and felt his beating pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Leave it to me," Nangong Jishi also came to his side and said to Mr. Jing.
"Well, it's mainly trauma and loss of strength," Mr. Jing nodded, handed Xiao Feng to Nangong Jishi, and turned to look at Xiao Guan, who was dying in a miserable state.
"Amitabha, good causes have good consequences, evil causes have bad consequences, it's good, it's good..." Old Monk Huiyue looked at Xiao Guan and shouted the Buddha's name.
"Is Xiaofeng okay?" Xiao Ye and others, who got off another helicopter, hurried over and asked worriedly.
"It doesn't matter," Nangong Jishi shook his head: "Just rest and recuperate. After this battle, his potential will be fully stimulated. It will only be good for him, and there will be no harm."
Hearing what Nangong Ji said, the three generations of the Xiao family felt relieved, as long as nothing happened.
"Grandpa, what should I do with Xiao Guan's body?" Xiao Yun looked at Xiao Guan and asked.
"Take it back. No matter what, he is still a member of my Xiao family. Although his surname was always Guan during his lifetime and he did not admit that he was from our Xiao family, but he is dead and there is no point in worrying about this."
