In a daze, Xiao Ming felt like he was gliding in the sky again, coming and going with the wind.
I don't know how long it took, but he finally landed back on the ground, his body sank and he became motionless.
All the bones in my body felt like they were broken, sore and painful.
There was a beach on the side of my face.
I was at the beach.
He raised his head with great effort, but instead of seeing the sea, he saw the sea of sand.
He was actually in a desert.
The pale yellow desert stretches as far as the eye can see, with the majestic Beida Mountains behind him.
A stream washes past his feet and extends to the middle of the desert.
Xiao Ming vaguely remembered that according to some miners, there was a desert behind Beida Mountain.
It was not an ordinary desert, but some kind of mineral sand, which was very valuable.
Rumor has it that before the nuclear explosion, some Japanese wanted to buy in large quantities, but the government refused.
A gust of cold wind blew along the stream.
Xiao Ming shivered violently, his body was wet and very uncomfortable.
He simply tore it apart, stripping off the tattered hang glider and all the clothes underneath, and turned into a primitive man.
The watch on his wrist was still there, but it had stopped.
He took out the nuclear radiation meter again, but it was also damaged.
Xiao Ming threw away all the burdens, stood naked on the beach, and rubbed his body vigorously to prevent himself from freezing.
His brain started working quickly.
He was not out of danger yet.
Daju had been chasing him.
With "his" amazing speed, he might be there soon.
Where to escape?
He moved his legs and feet.
He still had the strength to walk.
He turned around and looked around, and he had an idea.
Xiao Ming walked along the edge of the stream toward the middle of the desert.
The footprints he left were quickly washed away by the water, which was enough for Daju to find some relief.
He gradually threw away his arms and quickened his pace, partly to prevent the big colt from catching up, and partly to resist the cold.
He carefully walked on the edge of physical strength, maintaining speed as much as possible without letting himself faint.
For Xiao Ming, it is not just walking, but also a confrontation with his own body.
The stream gradually turned into a trickle, and finally disappeared.
His eyes were filled with yellow sand, and there was no edge in sight.
He was lost.
He could only look in one direction and move forward in the hope of crossing the desert.
The more Xiao Ming walked, the more painful he became.
Every step he took felt like a knife was stepping on his feet.
This kind of pain is a kind of pain that consumes life force.
Xiao Ming entered the most difficult stage, like a fish falling on the shore.
Every second he stayed, he was one step closer to death.
He longed to lie down, like a fish longing to get back into the water, but he knew that once he lay down, he wouldn't want to get up.
I want to live.
He kept repeating this belief in his heart, spurring his body with perseverance and will.
At this time, he felt a tightness in his chest, stars in his eyes, and seemed to faint at any time.
No, I can't faint, I can't give up.
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He persisted desperately, enduring tremendous physical pain, with only the desert ahead in his eyes.
His eyes were a little dazzled, and the sand began to sway, turning into familiar faces: there were Meigui, Qin Wu, Wanruo, Wang Kun, Fatty, Lin Juxin, and his father, the old lady Shuitou, the North Team, and the old squad leader.
Why did even the dead appear?
Do I want to see them?
Xiao Ming suddenly stopped, roared, and bit his arm, biting off a piece of flesh.
The pain made him tremble all over, and the hallucination disappeared.
Next, like a madman, he chewed his own meat with his mouth.
He was not satisfied with it, and he also sucked up the blood from the wound.
After eating and drinking, he felt that his strength had recovered a lot.
This method is good.
You can eat your own flesh, drink your own blood, and regain your physical strength.
Xiao Ming looked ferociously at the sky and let out a roar of unyielding fate: "I, Xiao Ming, live in this apocalyptic world where nuclear zombies are rampant, and I swear that I will live longer than any coward."
He stepped out and ran.
He would use his life to fulfill his vow, live longer than any bad guy.
Xiao Ming was focused on nothing and gradually accelerated.
The power that was shut down by the faucet in his body gradually spread out and spread to his limbs.
Without realizing it, he turned into a mad dash, his limbs swinging at high speed, like a perfect machine, with every part of his body in optimal condition.
His eyes were narrowed, his nose was flat, and he slowly and continuously breathed in the cold desert air.
The air he exhaled passed through his mouth and slowly filtered out from between his teeth, with a thin trace of white mist lingering on his lips.
In the regular body rhythm, the internal organs feel very comfortable, like a newborn baby, free from all poisons.
His naked skin turned abnormally gray at low temperatures, and even his testicles were retracted into his body to avoid releasing the body's temperature.
Xiao Ming did not know that in this process of persistence and endurance, his body functions experienced a nirvana.
This nirvana was no less than the reinvention of life.
The pain disappeared, and he felt the joy of life.
His steps became strong, like a gray elf, jumping on the yellow desert.
Xiao Ming finally discovered that in the most desperate environment, the long-lost power came back He knelt down on the sand with great excitement and let out a long-awaited roar: "Ouch!"
This passionate and loud sound was transmitted in the vast desert, especially ethereal and distant.
As if in response, a long roar came from the distance: "Ah ho" It was Daju "he" who came after him and found his traces.
I don't believe it anymore.
I can't defeat you, a half-human, half-corpse monster.
Xiao Ming no longer runs away or is afraid, and runs in the direction of Daju.
Although he has recovered his combat effectiveness, Daju's combat effectiveness is beyond imagination.
He must try to activate his potential before encountering "him", instead of unleashing his potential during battle and under the pressure of death.
Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be too late by then.
Xiao Ming ran faster and faster, bringing up clouds of sand and dust behind him.
The sand under his feet quickly receded, and even the distant sand scene also receded rapidly.
He saw a black spot coming at lightning speed, and a long yellow dragon was dragged out behind him.
The big horse was coming, and "him" was faster than him.
Qin Wu's teachings echoed in Xiao Ming's ears: "Nothing in martial arts in the world can be broken, but speed can't be broken."
He tensed up and got closer, getting closer, and he could already see Daju's twitching face and his black eyes with cold light.
Xiao Ming's eyes suddenly turned red, and his heart almost jumped out of his body, and it suddenly sped up.
A strange scene appeared.
The sand scene that was originally rapidly retreating slowed down and became slower and slower.
The big horse on the opposite side became larger and clearer.
The surrounding air undulated like waves, making circles. ripple Xiao Ming finally entered the world of potential ahead of schedule.
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At that moment, he even had the illusion that as long as he exerted more force, he could escape the gravity of the earth and soar into the sky.
When this thought passed through his mind, there was a "boom" and he and Daju collided.
The two former brothers once again started a life-and-death showdown, a true peak battle.
With the high-speed impact, the two fists and feet hit each other's body at the same time, and the sand and dust each brought up spread out in a whirlpool, forming a strange scenery.
Xiao Ming's internal organs seemed to turn over, his throat felt sweet, his head buzzed, and his soul seemed to have been knocked out of his body, because he saw his and Da Ju's bodies flying upside down like two pages of paper, and fell heavily on the ground.
On the sand.
The soul that had left the body returned to its place as it fell to the ground, and the blood in Xiao Ming's mouth spurted into the air.
In the rain of blood, Daju pounced on him again.
Xiao Ming reacted very quickly.
He kicked up the sand on the ground with one foot, pierced Daju's eyes, then flew up with the other foot and kicked "him" in the throat.
The coordination before and after was almost perfect and was based on the opponent's human body reaction.
However, he forgot that Da Ju was no longer a human being.
I saw "his" black eyes in the flying sand that was coming towards me.
Without blinking, he kicked out with a kick, the second hit first, hitting Xiao Ming in the crotch.
If any man had received this kick, it would have been a life-threatening outcome, but it was Xiao Ming who was kicked.
His testicles were able to retract into his body while running, and during fierce battles, he naturally had the same reaction, allowing his master to avoid a fatal kick.
However, his body could not escape the kick and was kicked into the air.
Little Ming adjusted his balance in the air, dived down, and hit the big horse on the head with his fists.
Da Ju was like a pillar of strength.
He stretched out his big hand to block Xiao Ming's fists and twisted his neck with his other hand.
How could Xiao Ming let "him" succeed?
He bowed his body and stamped his feet on Daju's chest.
Daju turned to one side, raised his knee, and hit Xiaoming's tailbone.
In the blink of an eye, the two have been fighting for several rounds.
The speed of fists and kicks is so fast, as if the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara and the Thousand-Armed Tathagata are fighting.
Countless sand and dust swirl around them, forming a small storm.
After all, Xiao Ming couldn't move faster than Da Ju.
"He" punched him in the lower abdomen, and then punched him again, hitting the joint of his foot that was kicked by him.
"Ah" Xiao Ming screamed, his body twisted, he fell out of the small storm, and also broke away from the world of potential, making a large human-shaped hole in the sand.
He was breathing heavily, and his naked body was bruised and purple, covered with fine yellow gravel.
The collar of Daju's military uniform was completely open, and there was a clear line between his normal face and his neck covered with bullae and vesicles, which looked both terrifying and frightening.
"He" didn't show any signs of fatigue, he was full of energy and even seemed excited.
I have to admit that the webmaster created a fighting machine that spliced together the human mind and the body of a nuclear corpse.
It had the best of both worlds.
Even a master like Xiao Ming could only be defeated.
Xiao Ming knew that if he continued to fight like this, he would definitely lose.
He must end the battle in the shortest time, otherwise he will die.
Xiao Ming struggled to get up, suddenly mustered up his courage and ran away.
"I still want to escape."
Daju sneered, his figure was like lightning, he flipped sideways and landed steadily in front of Xiao Ming: