Without any unnecessary words, Tianpu, who felt the crisis, rushed towards him with a Burmese knife. His speed almost reached the extreme, and all you could see was an afterimage.
This is because while your retinal image is still fixed on a picture, it has already used its own speed to change its position, making it impossible for your retina to capture it clearly.
"roll!!!"
A figure suddenly rushed between the two of them, using his body to block Yan Fenghuo's stabbing knife from Tianpu.
This is not courage, this is an explosion. Xiao He will not fight, but that does not prevent him from instinctively erupting. Under normal circumstances, the power that a person with an ordinary body can erupt is even more shocking and unbelievable.
Xiao He, Wen Zhonghou, the spiritual leader of the Chinese think tank, has unparalleled explosive power. Even if his most terrifying explosion is in invisible decisions and strategies, even if he cannot fight at all, it does not prevent him from fighting for his own sister.
The son, the biological grandson of his parents, and his own nephew came forward.
Seeing Xiao He rushing over and standing in the middle, Tianpu narrowed his eyes hard and pushed the ground with the heel of his right foot, forcing himself to stop abruptly.
"Go! Escape!" Xiao He, who had his back to Yan Fenghuo, stared at the heavenly punishment, and shouted to Yan Fenghuo calmly: "Don't die needlessly. You have parents, you have a son, and you have to fulfill your responsibilities as a son and a father.
And duty, go, go now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao He felt a strong wind blowing towards him. The right side of his body seemed to have been hit by a hammer, and his whole body flew backwards uncontrollably to the side.
Yan Fenghuo felt that Xiao He was too verbose, so he pulled him out with one leg.
"You!" Xiao He, who fell to the ground, looked at Yan Fenghuo in confusion.
He understands very well why Yan Fenghuo doesn't leave. He understands the situation here better than anyone else. If he continues to stay, he will only be killed by heaven's punishment. But he refuses to leave, like a stubborn naughty boy who refuses to leave!
If Yan Fenghuo leaves, Xiao He is sure to stabilize the uncontrolled Heavenly Punishment, but the problem is that Yan Fenghuo won't leave at all!
"Don't stop me from killing Heavenly Punishment." Yan Fenghuo glanced at Xiao He coldly.
"You..." Xiao He really didn't know what he should say. He found that Yan Fenghuo was not stubborn in general, he was stubborn in a stupid way.
Facing Yan Fenghuo's cold gaze, Xiao He felt for the first time that he had not really seen through Yan Fenghuo. If he felt that he knew this nephew very well before, now he is a stranger.
In fact, Xiao He has been paying attention to Yan Fenghuo. The reason why he understands him so well is not from Russia, but from when Yan Fenghuo was very young. He is an agent, and his identity needs to be deeply hidden. He can only turn a blind eye.
I watched my sister die of poverty and illness.
He has all the detailed information about Yan Fenghuo from childhood to adulthood, so he understands Yan Fenghuo. Getting to know a person is not done after the other person becomes an adult, but should be understood from childhood.
Whether it is quality or personality, it has been fixed since he was a child. For so many years, Xiao He could only obtain information, and he did not dare to reveal his true identity until the task was completed.
But this time Yan Fenghuo made him unable to see through. In his philosophy, Yan Fenghuo was a cunning fox without any moral integrity. If he couldn't beat him, he would run away. If he ran far away, he would fight again, unless he was absolutely sure or there was no escape route behind him.
Only then can you seriously risk your life.
"Heaven's Punishment!" Xiao He once again focused on Heaven's Punishment.
This is the last hope. Xiao He is working hard and has been working hard. Although he knows that his efforts may not be effective, he must work hard.
But the one who responded to him was Tianpu holding his Burmese knife and stabbing Yan Fenghuo without any scruples, without any pause and with extremely smooth movement.
"Tsk! Tsk!"
A cross-shaped stab wound appeared on Yan Fenghuo's face, instantly destroying Yan Fenghuo's appearance.
Yan Fenghuo stood there stiffly, his eyes widened, until he felt a stinging pain on his face, he let out a shrill scream, lay heavily on his back on the ground, and hit the weapon that had just been killed.
on molecules.
"Ah!!!...Ah!!!..."
Amid the painful howl, Yan Fenghuo covered his cheek with one hand and rolled over uneasily. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt so much, it hurt so much that it hurt to the bone!
"No!!!" Xiao He clenched his fist and hit the ground hard.
He had never received any training and broke his finger bones, but he did not feel any pain at all. All he could see in his eyes was the howling Yan Fenghuo and his dying nephew.
"Come again." Tianpu said to Yan Fenghuo calmly: "If you pull out Divine Punishment, you should suffer the punishment you deserve. I am God, and I will punish you."
He still didn't kill Yan Fenghuo. The cross-shaped knife wound left on Yan Fenghuo's face only broke the skin and flesh, but did not break the bones. As he said, he wanted to punish Yan Fenghuo for pulling out the God's Punishment Organization and killing him.
is the best punishment.
This was Xiao He's intention, but it was a pity that he could not go against Xiao He's wishes.
"Ouch!!!"
As the howl sounded, Yan Fenghuo jumped up, raised his bloody cheek, and stabbed the tiger fang tactical knife into the other chest, once again stimulating his wildness and stimulating his life potential.
"Hahahaha...hahahaha..."
"Whoa!"
The sound of breaking wind sounded, and the Burmese knife came to the chest.
The blade was like electricity, and the silver-plated Burmese knife shone with light, and Yan Fenghuo's extremely strange expression was clearly reflected on it.
"laugh!"
The tip of the Burmese knife shook slightly and drew a ten centimeter long horizontal line on Yan Fenghuo's forehead.
And at the moment when the tip of the knife trembled, Yan Fenghuo was like a German tank capable of crushing everything during World War II. He was domineering and violent, moving forward indomitably, charging thousands of people with the Burmese knife, rushing in front of Tianpu, and fighting with the opponent.
Their bodies were pressed tightly against each other.
His eyes were almost opened to the extreme, with blazing fire in the depths of his pupils. The two ferocious beasts that had been hidden inside opened their teeth and claws to break through the restrictions and rush out without any scruples.
At this moment, nothing can stop him, and no one can surrender him. He is Yan Fenghuo, who has experienced hundreds of battles, is arrogant and unruly, and no matter where he goes, his body is burning with crazy flames.
war.
Only he can kill others, no one can kill him.
Because his life is too hard, because he is too ruthless, because he is too cunning, even the King of Hell dare not take his life away. If he takes it away, the whole underworld will suffer!
Those who want to kill him will have no choice but to be killed, no one is excepted!
"laugh!"
The sharp Burmese knife scraped across Yan Fenghuo's scalp, and the blade of the knife cut the scalp into two halves, making a sharp and harsh sound.
But Yan Fenghuo didn't feel anything. He raised his left hand suddenly, put a pistol covered in blood from bottom to top against Tianpu's chest, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The crisp sound of gunfire rang out, and Tianxing's body felt like it was struck by lightning. An incredible expression appeared on his face, and he slowly succumbed and fell down.
When he saw the several militants he had killed, everything became clear.
When he was abusing Yan Fenghuo, the other party was always looking for an opportunity, and this opportunity was the gun in the arms of the people around Xiao He!
Seeing Tianpu lying on the ground, Yan Fenghuo slowly raised his foot and stepped on the gunshot wound on the opponent's chest calmly and forcefully.
"squeak!"
A stream of blood spattered upward for more than ten centimeters under the pressure. There was no doubt that this shot directly hit Tianpu's heart, and it was absolutely a one-hit kill.
Tianpu suddenly turned his head, staring at Xiao He with a pair of still shining eyes, with a smile on his face: "Master, I am dead, you should feel at ease... There is no Divine Punishment, so be careful, alas..."
The sigh hit Xiao He's heart hard, and he froze, staring blankly at Heaven's Punishment.
Tianpu had already turned his head back, looked at Yan Fenghuo with approval, and nodded.
"Bang!"
The warhead passed through Tianpu's eyebrows, and blood spattered...
"Mom!" Yan Fenghuo bared his teeth and scolded the doctor, holding the gun and walking swaying towards Xiao He. As he walked, he gently touched the rolled flesh on his face.
"It's over." Xiao He sighed.
"Is it over?" Yan Fenghuo grinned, his favorite smile being bright.
But his smile now is ugly and ferocious, and the cross-shaped wounds that run through his entire cheek are squeezed together under the muscle spasms, making his face extremely distorted.
With the muzzle of the gun pressed against Xiao He's head, Yan Fenghuo shrugged his shoulders. As he shrugged his shoulders, the two sabers stuck in his chest shook up and down, and blood from the handles dripped on Xiao He's face.
"Haha, you really want to kill me? My nephew?" Xiao He smiled bitterly.
"Uncle, you are right, I really want to kill you, hahaha." Yan Fenghuo smiled quite easily.
"I am your biological uncle." Xiao He stared into Yan Fenghuo's eyes.
"Yes, you are my uncle," Yan Fenghuo's cheeks became more twisted and ferocious, and he licked his tongue and said, "Die, Xiao He, it's really over now."
Xiao He smiled bitterly. He smiled bitterly, and closed his eyes resignedly.
A brilliant spot of light appeared in the eastern sky, getting closer and closer, turning into a black spot trailing flames...