Matches can light cigars or ignite them, and can become a fatal weapon. The strong liquor at 60 degrees burns at a moment, and Xiao Yuanchao has always kept the liquor liquid. This is his opportunity, which looks insignificant and inconspicuous at all.

This is also the reason why he brought so much liquor. When necessary, ignite the liquor to melt the ice.

"laugh……"

Lying on the ice crack, next to his head was the arm of the sniper storm being pierced into the ice. Xiao Yuanchao comfortably lit a cigar and sucked it hard with his life.

Unfortunately, the cigar burns very slowly, because it lacks oxygen here and cannot be pumped as happily as on the flat bottom.

"call……"

A mouthful of smoke was spit out, and Xiao Yuanchao held the match in his hand that was still burning, looked at his chest, which had been torn off by the ice layer, and smiled.

Next to his head were his hands struggling, and his ears were the painful screams of sniping from the cliff to attack the storm.

The fire has been extinguished, there is a lack of oxygen, coldness, and self-rescue by the sniper storm. But even so, his face was burned beyond recognition and in pain.

"Burn the knife, windproof match, haha." Xiao Yuanchao smiled with a cigar in his mouth and said, "Domestic burning knife, it is like a knife twisting in his throat when he is snatched. It is high and strong enough. Domestic windproof matches, environmentally friendly products, are suitable for severe cold and oxygen-deficient areas of the plateau, and can still be used normally in level 10 winds. You can't do it without a gun, I can't do it because you are a sniper storm, and I'm a red fierce soldier."

The match was extinguished, and the 4 cm layer of medicine wrapped around the matchstick was burned, and it was immediately extinguished under the action of the cold wind.

Xiao Yuanchao bit the cigar and squinted his eyes. His arms lost all their strength and drooped softly on both sides of his body. All their strength was used up, and all their potential was exhausted. Now it was almost impossible to move his fingers.

But this is nothing, and it doesn't count as much as defeating the Sniper Storm.

"You will die too!" The sniper storm hanging on the cliff couldn't look at it, and gritted his teeth and shouted: "It won't be long before you will come to me, because you can't hold on!"

He was right. Under such cold conditions, Xiao Yuanchao, who had used up his last trace of strength, would not live long. His upper body was naked and exposed to the ice and snow at minus 50 degrees Celsius. Unless he could keep exercising, he would keep ingesting food that could make the body produce heat.

"I know, but I can live a little longer than you, and I can still smoke cigars freely." Xiao Yuanchao, who was biting the cigar, smiled and said, "At least at the beginning, I thought I would never be able to draw a cigar again, but I finally got another one. Also, I can do some things before death, such as using the threatening precision masters you have, haha."

Xiao Yuanchao turned his face and tried to hook his head out of the cliff. He stared at the burn-in sniper storm on it, and sprayed a mouthful of smoke at it. Unfortunately, the smoke was blown by the wind and immediately disappeared without a trace.

"Don't think about it!" Sniper Storm endured the severe pain and roared: "I won't let you succeed, absolutely not."

"That's not what you say." Xiao Yuanchao grinned and said, "Now your life is in my hands, only what I say will count."

"No, what you say doesn't count, what you say doesn't count..."

"Clam!"

The Sniper Storm used his right hand to take out a saber, and his eyes that were stuck together because of the burning were opened fiercely.

The eyelids were connected with flesh and blood. When he opened his eyes, his flesh was torn to the greatest extent and immediately became bloody and extremely terrifying. And his pupils were filled with real blood—under his eyes, there was red blood flowing.

"drink!"

A fierce roar burst out from the mouth of the sniper storm. He waved his saber and slashed hard at his left arm without hesitation.

"laugh!"

The jacket was cut by the blade, and a knife cut deep into the muscles of his left arm.

After one blow, the Sniper Storm resolutely swung the second blow again.

"Clam!"

The harsh sound of the blade slashing on the bones was heard.

He really wanted to cut off his arm bones and let himself fall naturally, and he would be crushed to pieces. Sniper Storm was unwilling to become a prop for Xiao Yuanchao to threaten, so he would rather die by himself.

This is the strong, the real strong.

The pride of a strong man is not something that normal people can understand. They have extremely strong self-esteem and cannot allow a slight insult. The unruly soul is never afraid of death. When necessary, it will choose death without hesitation.

Xiao Yuanchao stared at the sniper storm and said anxiously: "Give up your stupid moves, you still have hope of living!"

Seeing that the other party was about to commit suicide, Xiao Yuanchao had to stop it, although he really hoped that this guy would die. After all, the other party's sniping level was experienced by him personally. If it weren't for his luck in Xiao Yuanchao, he would have been killed by sniper long ago.

Killing such a strong opponent will definitely make your path smoother; killing such an opponent will erase the uncertain crisis against him.

But he can't kill. The people below have to break through. He has to use the sniper storm as a bargaining chip for negotiation. Even if he can't tell others, he can still make the precision players look scared. As long as the precision players are willing to withdraw, they will win this battle safely!

"Hahahaha...hahaha..." The sniper storm burst out with a crazy laugh, and his eyes flashed with a familiar light that Xiao Yuanchao looked like.

He no longer calmed down and became like a crazy hungry wolf. He would never be used by others, and he was terrible and arrogant.

Xiao Yuanchao could not stop him, and his arms could not move at all, so he could not stop the suicide of the sniper storm.

"I'll go first, you follow closely! Hahaha..." Sniper Storm suddenly widened his eyes, swung the saber in his right hand with the highest slash, and slashed at his arm with a wild smile.

No one can stop him. If he continues this knife, he will cut off his arm and fall from the eighty-meter-high cliff, smashing it to pieces!

Xiao Yuanchao's eyes also widened, and there was a hint of admiration in his pupils. He knew that the sniper storm was definitely a man! He watched the other party's saber cut through the cold air and landed towards his arm like lightning.

But at this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the bottom of the mountain, exuding supreme majesty, and ordered the sniper storm to stop committing suicide.

"stop!"

The sound is not loud and the penetration is extremely strong, allowing Xiao Yuanchao and the Sniper Storm to hear clearly.

In an instant, the sniper storm's movements stopped, and before the saber machine gun cut off his arm, the expression in his eyes became extremely strange, and then he quickly returned to his usual calmness.

Xiao Yuanchao was stunned when he heard this voice, because he was familiar with this voice, very familiar with it, even if he had only heard it once.

This is the voice of God, the voice of the mysterious man organized the voice of God!
Chapter completed!