As the hot flames get hotter and hotter, the snow melts and the water stains begin to turn into steam that looks like mist droplets.
There was a young man standing a little further away. His eyes were closed and his brows were tangled together like twists.
"How's it going?!" the squad leader asked.
"Am I too weak?" The frowning boy opened his eyes, stared at Yin Hang's position and said incomprehensibly, "Watma can't feel anything!"
As a special person, he has awakened his spiritual talent. It stands to reason that as long as he is not too tyrannical and deliberately hides it, he can probably find out.
But the guy in front of him seemed to disappear when he closed his eyes.
This was completely incomprehensible to the young man.
But before their team could take action, there was already a burning pain behind Yin Hang.
Yin Hang immediately looked back, but the lithe girl had already stepped on his back and jumped away, holding two daggers that looked like thin needles, with blood still dripping from the tips.
At the same time, she stared at Yin Hang provocatively with her golden eyes.
Yin Hang had no intention of letting the other party escape so easily, but just when he was about to use the cover of the thick fog to pursue, a strong wind suddenly hit, and the thick fog and even the surrounding snow were cleared into large areas. .
Only then did he realize that there was actually a huge paper folding fan in front of him, which was probably three meters high when unfolded.
And every time it flaps, the hurricane generated makes Yin Hang, who uses the inheritance [Mountain], a little unsteady.
Spiritual weapon - paper folding fan.
When used with spiritual power, it can produce a hurricane on the physical level, and also has a dispersing effect.
Upon seeing this, other units immediately joined in the battle.
But after five minutes, Yin Hang felt that his physical strength was acceptable.
However, the enemy was panting in the snow, looking a little exhausted.
"This guy seems to be quite at ease..." the two squad leaders said with a headache.
They are not that weak, but the problem is that this blizzard limits their performance too much.
After all, this is not a game, and there is no immunity to damage from teammates.
So even if they were standing in the snow, they were too cold to hold on.
But the guy in front of me should be like this too.
But why is he still so active now? !
But the team that couldn't sense Yin Hang at the beginning felt that it was getting more and more evil.
The spiritual weapon of their team - the seven-inch ruler.
After infusing spiritual power, you can measure the enemy's key points.
That is to say, the snake hits seven inches.
Or it can forcibly attach the effect of seven-inch vital points, which can increase the damage when attacking the attached vital points.
But the problem is that he can't measure Yin Hang's vitals now.
After spending several times of spiritual power, it still couldn't achieve the vital effect.
So they stayed there for a long time, feeling a little unable to get off the stage.
What the hell is this?
But Yin Hang had no idea what was going on here and didn't notice anything was happening.
What he is thinking now is that when fighting a group, the difficulty level increases exponentially.
When Yin Hang was robbing the spirit stones, he faced two people at the same time and felt a little uncomfortable because of their cooperation.
And because Yin Hang was stalling for time now, thirteen people had gathered around him.
Although he can quickly dodge long-range attacks, he is also extremely difficult to get close to them, which makes it difficult for Yin Hang to cause effective damage to them.
In other words...it was being pulled up.
However, Yin Hang didn't care much. He also wanted to help Jiang Jiajia buy time and hone his [Mountain] inheritance.
Otherwise, if you directly expand the field or use teleportation, it feels like it is quite easy to deal with them.
After all, they are just students.
It's just that the existence that can expand this field doesn't seem to be present, which makes Yin Hang feel a little pity.
…
"There are two more of them." The commander looked at the screen and said with a cold breath.
What is confirmed so far is that they have not yet experienced attrition, but Fifty-Three has successfully reduced their numbers.
Still with only four people, the number was reduced by half, and the remaining two people have determined their position.
So what he meant when he said this was that he felt that Wu Xueyan could relieve this heavy snow.
Just now, when he saw that the command podium suddenly started to be occupied, he immediately panicked, thinking that this was how Class 22 was tricked to death, and immediately asked Wu Xueyan for help.
But now he was wearing thin clothes and his nose was runny from the cold.
However, Wu Xueyan remained silent without any expression. After a moment of silence, her slender figure slowly stood up, holding an ice-colored sword and walked towards the outside of the headquarters.
After seeing Wu Xueyan leave, the commander sighed, then sneaked into the logistics department and put on the thick military jacket on himself.
Don't ask, asking is foresight. After all, this is the first and second place in history. This situation can be encountered.
And he hasn't practiced yet. As an ordinary person, he has so many points in his hands from the class. In addition to redeeming them for drones and radios, isn't he allowed to wear a military jacket to keep warm?
The only thing he can use is his brain. What if it freezes again.
In addition to himself, there are two other people stationed at the command post, and they are now unconscious from the cold.
But since Wu Xueyan is already holding a sword, he thinks this exercise will be over soon...
After Wu Xueyan walked out of the headquarters, she saw An Tong running towards her with small steps.
Wu Xueyan brushed her hand at An Tong's cold and red face with some distress, and asked in a thin voice: "Do you want to come with me?"
"Absolutely. After all, winning or losing in tonight's exercise is very important," An Tong half-covered her face with her small hands, then blew hot air into her palms, and finally covered Wu Xueyan's face with her hot hands, smiling. Then he said: "Speaking of which, it suddenly felt so cold. I almost froze to death."
"It's quite cold," Wu Xueyan said very softly to An Tong, "Then let's set off."
After Wu Xueyan finished speaking, her white and slender fingers lightly clasped the hilt of the sword. After a while, the heavy snow in the sky slowly stopped.
Then when the two of them rushed to the target location, their speed was not very fast.
Mainly because An Tong's steps were very small and he looked a little absent-minded.
And even when the snow stopped, I was still shivering slightly from the cold.
Wu Xueyan looked at her appearance and was very worried, but she didn't know how to comfort her.
After all, she didn't even know what happened to An Tong.
Could it be because... she didn't have time to feed her husband?
(End of chapter)
