Tonight, here. It was dark and the grassland around us was open and unobstructed.
But no one can leave.
From the moment they hid in the darkness, leading the big tip to the Azure ordinary team again and again, using innocent civilians as "shackles" and bait to contain and kill the Azure warriors.
The concept of killing no longer exists in Wen Jifei and Han Qingyu.
What they will do is just throw these filthy devils who have lost their humanity back under the millstone of purgatory.
The wind in the darkness swept gently across the vast wilderness.
The sparse grass blades on the low slopes swayed under the car lights.
The two headlights of the off-road jeep parked not far away were turned on, and the bright yellow light scattered, shrouding the more than thirty people in the innocent purgatory under the slope, and revealing the hesitant and uneasy faces.
The man standing in the car had a gun on his cross-arm, and the thick and long barrel extended between the light and darkness. The black muzzle of the gun and the round beam of the strong flashlight moved slowly, and appeared on every face with frightened eyes. Stay on, pass by.
Just a moment ago, the man who used a gun in the source energy world that they were laughing at was now tilting his head slightly and hiding half of his face behind the sniper scope...
The corners of the mouth on the other half of the face were turned up, forming an inexplicable sinister and brilliant arc, and the lips moved silently and gently.
"What is he doing?!"
"Maybe, counting."
Not long ago, they had been hiding in the darkness, jokingly watching an ordinary azure team fighting a deadly battle with the blue giant point, and watching Iqbal and the family of three fleeing in panic and crying.
Now, standing here being nodded.
Wen Jifei was indeed counting.
"31...35, 36, not counting the one who died just now, there are thirty-six in total." Wen Jifei smiled and said from a distance: "We can start, Qingzi."
Because of his words, one of the syllables... Everyone down the slope suddenly became restless again, and they turned their attention to the figure standing nearby again.
Han Qingyu stood on the top of the earth slope with the backlight, which made it difficult to see his face and expression clearly. He holds a blue standard sword in his left hand that hangs naturally by his side, and his right hand is free.
"Yes, that person, The Qing?!"
"He is The king?!"
There is nothing wrong with being a Chinese Asian.
There is nothing wrong with being young.
"But I heard that The King has two swords. He... has another sword? Just now..."
The crowd suddenly fell silent from talking to each other. Then, he turned his head involuntarily and cast his gaze in a certain direction in the darkness.
There was a teammate there who they had just secretly escaped alone, now a corpse.
Something killed him with one blow in the darkness... If it can be determined that the final fatal thing was not that bullet, then maybe... it was The King's iconic sword-killing move as rumored?
That one was a Chinese-type demi-human, the only Chinese-type demi-human in the Innocence Purgatory team here. He just shouted "Run".
"Damn, if it was, he should have shouted that name."
The words just fell.
In the darkness and the sound of the wind, the soft sound of the dead iron blade whirling suddenly became clear.
The speaker suddenly raised his head.
In his sight, the figure standing on the slope was slowly raising his free right hand.
"Fufufuhu... snap."
A spinning sword appeared in an arc from the darkness, accurately landed in the palm of his right hand, and was held.
"The king!"
"It's him!"
Chaotic and panicked shouts sounded in an instant. They have no time or psychology to doubt or think anymore.
"I've always been bad at English. If you insist on calling me like this... you might as well call me Major Qing."
There was helplessness in his tone, and Han Qingyu, who failed the college entrance examination, frowned. If the coherent pronunciation of the three characters Han Qingyu is really so difficult for you, would Major Qing be any better? !
No one responded to him. At this moment, at least half of the 36 people left in Innocence Purgatory immediately began to flee into the surrounding darkness.
The roaring sounds of source energy bursting out in different sizes were scattered in all directions.
"Ode!" A sudden majestic sound suppressed all the sounds.
"Bang!" The sniper gun sounded, and the straight beam of the bright flashlight turned as the muzzle turned, shining into the black wilderness.
"Whoosh!" Han Qingyu let go of the knife in his left hand with a low sound, and merged silently into the night.
"Boom!" Major Qing raised his sword in his right hand, and in the swirling earth and rocks, at the blink of an eye, he used energy to ram head-on into the enemy group.
Azure's revenge has begun.
"Damn, I was knocked down by a bullet, I..." "Crack." He was hit and fell down while running. The man who was about to get up fell down again, and then stopped moving.
"Go kill the one with the gun..."
"Those three civilians should be caught."
"Others can be killed...just the little girl is enough."
There were suggestions and instructions in the shouts, but those who tried died.
The light circled an open area that no one could cross.
So, "shoot that knife down, knock that knife out of the air. Or we're all going to die tonight."
"Dang!" Finally, the sword flying in the air was struck by Lucky and flew out.
"I hit it! I hit it, run..." "Crack."
A sudden pain in the back of the neck turned into severe pain, and gushing blood flowed down the back... The body of the shouting person who was about to start suddenly froze: What is this? Another knife? Why?
The person slowly fell down in painful confusion and questions.
"He has no weapons! Kill him."
Knowing that they had nowhere to escape, some of the crowd took the opportunity to turn around and kill Han Qingyu.
"Bang...dang!"
The sword flying in the air was hit by a bullet and changed direction.
A figure like the wind reached out to catch the sword accurately while moving quickly, turned at a sharp angle, and slashed away.
"Boom!" An enemy with relatively good combat power tried his best to block this attack, was seriously injured, and was sent flying.
"boom!"
A bullet was ready to hit him between the eyebrows at the moment when he was flying in the air and the source energy collapsed and was surging again.
This is the battle of The king! Iqbal's whole back was now shaking and trembling with excitement.
He and the family of three were now standing within the light range, maintaining a sufficient distance from the darkness.
This is a little far away from the battlefield. Most of the time, Iqbal cannot clearly see the movement of the storm in the light and shadow, but even so, he has a better observation angle than those on the battlefield. The storm-like battle shocked him even more.
At Iqbal's side.
The herdsman father used one arm to hold his wife over. The couple lowered their heads and hugged their daughter... He comforted and explained in a low voice in the ethnic language:
"He is hiding. Our little Dolma is not a child who can peek."
"It's the sound of falling stones. The sheep are running. He won't hide in the sheep, right? Little Dolma can guess first."
"The car changed position."
"It's thundering, but it's not going to rain."
"The wind is a bit strong, but with his clothes, Dolma must be very warm."
