The surging sand was like a flood running at high speed. The peak was rolled and rolled by huge force while holding the little Chiu. The actual sand was even more terrifying than the flood. There were various traps, broken weapons, sharp gravel, sharp wood fragments and giant wood like a hammer that was hitting the city.

Gao Feng did not give up at this moment. If it were the three claws in the past, there was nothing else to do except wailing and waiting for death. He was not the three claws. He was Gao Feng. The more life and death a line, the sharper his instinctive reaction lurking deep in memory. Danger was like a juicer that squeezed out the potential of his body. Gao Feng was in the surging dust and sand, and his strength was constantly lost. Tiredness rolled over his heart. The surging dust and sand drowned him more than once. He broke free again and again, just like a fish rising and falling in the flood.

There was no other sound in my ears, all of which were the roar of sand. The huge roar was that millions of bees were lingering in my ears, making him dizzy. The sand hitting the wall was like shattered waves, and the flesh on my body was rubbed by many sand, grinding off the skin and revealing bright red muscles.

But he didn't have time to pay attention to the pain in his body. The pressure of survival made him like a tight steel wire. All the obsessions in his heart were above the steel wire. As long as the steel wire was constantly on, he would continue to persevere. It had nothing to do with danger or life and death, but just focused on fighting death.

When his consciousness began to blur, countless sand and dust passed by the top of his head in the huge wind, from the sky to the ground was full of sand and dust, no difference between up and down, no difference between left and right. He seemed to be at the bottom of the sea, and the only light disappeared. This moment was his most dangerous moment. He had no choice but to pin his destiny on his luck.

He was holding the little Chinu and rolling in the wave of sand. He had no hope for whether the little Chinu could survive. He could occasionally get out of the sand and breathe two mouthfuls of the air full of sand. The little Chinu in his arms didn't even have this opportunity. His arms were stiff and he no longer had the strength to hold the little Chinu up and let her get the right to breathe.

I don’t know if the little Chi Nu died, he didn’t care. As long as he did what he should do, who knows whether he would be buried in the sand and suffocate to death like the little Chi Nu? At the moment of death, a new picture suddenly flashed across his heart. The figure who couldn’t see clearly was clearly visible, but it was a cute and beautiful girl with big eyes like crystal grapes, watery and sweet heart. She was wearing a nurse’s uniform with amazing pure temperament, and she couldn’t bear to blasphemy and could not bear to get close.

The war was filled with fire, and the rain of bullets flew. The girl looked at him. Her bright lips were like blooming flowers, and she told him gently in his ears, like the purest and most beautiful piano music, allowing him to get a long-lost peace in the endless waves of sand.

"Hug me, kiss me..."

The whole world fell into pure silence, and only the nurse girl was as lively and pleasant as the sound of nature sounded in his ears and was engraved in his heart.

The flames spread in his heart, and the suffocation made him gradually lose his last consciousness, like a boat that had lost control, capsizing in the surging waves, darkness, only darkness left, and the peaks were like a traveler who had lost his signpost, sinking in the darkness and gradually losing himself.

In this infinite darkness, the pair of vivid eyes that only exist in memory emerged in my heart, "Hug me, kiss me..." and murmurs like infinite rewinding songs, constantly singing in my mind. The blooming flowers gently collide with his lips, exuding a sweet fragrance, like a pure spring injecting into his dry heart, and even the suffocation pain disappeared, making him wish he could be immersed in this warm spring forever and never wake up.

Suddenly, light reappeared, and the surging dust threw Gao Feng out of the sand. When he opened his eyes, Gao Feng realized that the little Chi Nu in his arms actually hugged his neck and passed the fresh air to him. In other words, at the most dangerous moment, it was the little Chi Nu who saved him.

But the danger did not pass. At this time, it was the tail of the sandstorm, and the flying stones were everywhere, scattered with the rolling wind. Gao Feng took the little Qi Nu and turned his body in the wind, and he rubbed huge rocks around him from time to time. Gao Feng knew that if he didn't find a way, he and the little Qi Nu would be swept away by the strong wind, and might fly thousands of miles away. By that time, even a hundred lives would be ruined.

He moved his heart and suddenly turned sideways and kicked another boulder, like a bullet shot out. He and Xiaoqiu drew an arc in the air and smashed heavily into the roof of a house. The roof was covered with ceramic hard soil, and countless wooden strips were pressed and bound. The moment he smashed open, the huge recoil force made Gao Feng spew out blood and rolled down the hole he broke. During this process, he was hit by a tree-canopy-like wooden beam.

The pillar of the house was a huge log, with dozens of beams that looked like big branches nailed to the log. Some of them were broken, while others bounced the peak out. The peak hit the solid walls and slid to the ground with the little Qinu. A panic scream was vaguely heard, and then a familiar voice came to my ears.

"Why aren't you dead?"

Big Claw stood in front of Gao Feng with a bad expression, and the anger in his eyes was like the essence. In addition to Gao Feng, there was also a bald tribe warrior. The scar on his face divided his cheeks into two, which looked particularly terrifying. If he had lost his teeth here, he would recognize him at a glance. This person was the son of the Great Elder, the table of Big Claw, Kuitu.

Gao Feng spat out the sand in his mouth fiercely, threw himself on the ground, looked at his big claws that were almost blind, and smiled uglyly, "Because you are not dead..."

As he spoke, his whole body was tense and he was about to welcome the two of them to take action, but unexpectedly, Kuitu, who seemed violent and wild, did not take action at the first time, making him unable to help but regard Kuitu as the biggest threat here.

"Kill him..." Big Claws yelled out of control, and the flames of shame burned all his calmness. The fanged knife in his hand danced in front of him. At the moment when his emotions were about to explode, Kuitu suddenly pulled the big claw aside, and a stone that drilled into the hole on the roof hit the ground between the two sides. Gao Feng hugged the little Chinu like a reflex and flipped in the air, forming a straight line with the direction where the stone was cracked as much as possible, reducing the area hit.

Big Claw and Kuitu suffered a lot in the stone storm. When Gaozu fell heavily to the ground, Kuitu and Dazu looked like a dirty face. Big Claw looked at Gaozu even more angrily. It was Gaozu that smashed through the roof that they were injured.

"Do you still want to kill me?"

Gao Feng let go of the little Qi Nu, held the handle of the gun at his waist, then let go, pulling out the serrated saber. The dark serrated saber in Gao Feng's hand was like a lively snake, hovering above his fingertips. Looking at the big claws and Kui Tu's eyes, there was a little naked sarcasm and disdain. Disdain was just an appearance. There was no big claw in his eyes, only Kui Tu, and the calm enemy was the most dangerous enemy. Thinking about it involuntarily in his heart was like intuition.

Gao Feng experienced the confusion and fear of retrieving himself, and the despair of dying and living in the sandstorm. At this moment, he no longer had the cowardice and fear in his heart. He was like a polished steel knife, exuding a heart-pounding cold. The big claws were not bad, Kui Tu's face became solemn. Iron tools were not common in the Black Claw Tribe. Various strange iron tools could be found in the ruins in the wilderness, but they could not be used. A steel knife that could be sharpened repeatedly was worth more than the Fang Jian Knife.

Not every warrior can use a good steel knife. The most important criterion for becoming a warrior is that they can treat weapons as extensions of their bodies, feel the distance and strength of each sword, Gao Feng can point the dagger like an arm, so that he can look up at it. No matter whether Gao Feng is a tribal warrior or not, he is already qualified to become a warrior.

"Big Claw, you and Sanzha have no hatred that cannot be resolved. The troubles that happened when they were young were gone. Didn't I beat you up when I was a child? I think this way, Sanzha will just withdraw from the competition for heirs. As long as Sanzha gets one less head than you..."
Chapter completed!