Bright yellow lights circled the battlefield, and in Iqbal's sight, the battle was still going on.
In the distance, The King in the battle circle is like a tornado, swimming on the lake, constantly rolling.
At the same time, at least one of his swords always kept spinning and shuttled on the edge of light and darkness, preventing all attempts to escape.
He covers the entire battlefield alone.
Relatively speaking, the roar of the sniper rifle's muzzle and the crisp sound of the bullet being loaded not far away were much clearer to Iqbal.
Wen Jifei is the one responsible for cooperating and checking for leaks and filling them.
He was holding a half-burned cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and white ashes fell on his chest... The muzzle of the gun kept turning, and he calmly and focusedly pulled the trigger again and again.
The sonorous collision of dead iron swords and the whistling of sniper rifle bullets continued to sound.
"It turns out that fighting can be like this."
The fierce blood made Iqbal's palms sweat constantly, and the sword in his hand was tightly clenched, moving and trembling slightly, as if he was about to swing it out uncontrollably at any time.
This impulse and desire suddenly reminded him of a sentence he had heard before: "There is a kind of person in this world. You will unconsciously want to follow him to fight without fear of life or death."
The person who said this was General Abe Bhutto of the Palestinian Front. Thirty years ago, the general followed Commander Chen Buxu in the Red Shoulder Battle in Siberia. This sentence is his emotion when looking back on that experience.
Now, Iqbal experienced firsthand the feeling that Admiral Abe was talking about. On the newly born star of the Chinese runner-up front army not far away.
However, he knew he couldn't rush forward.
Holding the sword in his hand, Iqbal stood firmly in front of the three members of the little Dolma family. Iqbal stood on tiptoes, stretched his neck, and kept looking around.
As an ordinary Azure D-class warrior, he wanted to remember this scene. It was best to remember the details clearly so that he could recall it in the future and tell it to his soldiers, wife, children and grandchildren.
"Rush over, this is the last hope." A loud roar suddenly came from the edge of the battlefield, where darkness intersected.
It was in English and Iqbal couldn't understand it.
However, this did not prevent him from accurately guessing that this was the enemy's last struggle. Because at this time, in his sight, the only enemy group that was relatively concentrated on the battlefield suddenly rushed towards them collectively.
crisis?
No.
Iqbal watched calmly, because he saw the storm in the battlefield quickly rolling towards them.
"he came!"
"Stop him!"
"Flamethrower."
There were chaotic shouts, and two people stopped in the hurried enemy group, two people carrying flamethrowers on their backs, stopped and turned around.
This thing has been specially modified to throw fireballs. It was originally used by them to attract the attention of Big Point and mark the location of Team Blue. It could also be used to set fire to the grassland and threaten the safety of civilians, thereby containing Team Blue.
Of course, they have no extravagant expectations now that the flames can cause harm to that person. They only hope that this will cause a temporary blockage.
"Boom! Boom!" Lieyan's breath was loud and powerful.
The huge pillars of burning liquid sprayed out from the left and right crisscrossed diagonally in the air, and the huge pillars of fire weaved into a blazing wall of fire in the front.
At this time, The King's figure stretched into a shadow in the air and was rushing towards them.
"Him?!" Iqbal's eyes widened, and his eyeballs were reflected. A blue sword that turned sharply vertically, like lightning, passed through the wall of fire before The King.
The sword arrived in an instant, and the enemy running at the front of the enemy group, the one closest to them... fell directly to the ground.
Then, "Buzz."
There was a tremor in the air.
The flames on the fire wall shook.
Han Qingyu could use source energy to extinguish the flames, but he didn't do it. The source energy surged in front of him and he just waved it casually. The flames rolled outwards from the center like paper burning from the center.
Then he passed by.
It all happened so fast. So much so that in Iqbal's sight, The King seemed to pass directly through the flames.
And the knife in his hand seemed to be on fire because it was stained with liquid oil.
"Huh..." The burning blade rolled, "Chu, swish."
The two enemies who were unable to react under the wall of flames fell to the ground amidst the scorching sound. The flamethrower fell to the ground and sprayed flames as high as a muzzle, still burning.
Han Qingyu's body fell to the ground.
At the same time, "Ode! Ode! Ode..." A series of sounds erupted from the activation of source energy devices, varying in size, real and false, coming from all directions and positions behind Han Qingyu's side.
sneak attack.
Someone took advantage of the chaos and one-sided situation on the battlefield to plan this fatal blow. Now, by using firewalls and multiple devices to activate at the same time, causing sound and sight disruption in a short period of time, we finally took action.
The moment the sound appeared, a dead iron weapon as long and slender as a Western sword stabbed Han Qingyu's back silently.
The person who took action was so quick that even Iqbal, who had such a good perspective and was so focused, didn't see him. Too late to remind.
"Ding!"
A sharp sound of iron clashes suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
At the fatal moment, Han Qingyu turned his back, put the sword against his back, and used the blade of the sword to resist the blow.
The collision of source energy broke out at this point, and the raging source energy surged into Han Qingyu's body.
"Pfft." A mouthful of blood spurted out.
Han Qingyu's figure quickly opened a distance with the help of the impact from behind.
"Top?!" Han Qingyu muttered in his heart as he stood on guard.
In this battle, he was not willing to eat a piece of metal and turn on the four turbos. After fusing the three bone sources, he still cannot fully mobilize them. His current normal fighting state is about two and a half turbines.
"I almost got into trouble."
He has never looked down upon the Purgatory of Innocence... He didn't expect that a top combat force was hidden here. And it is very likely that at the beginning of the battle, the opponent has already brought people here, and then kept turning off the device to hide and observe, waiting for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow.
This person was very quick. After a short but powerful blow, Han Qingyu lost sight of the other person in his sight.
Except for a few occasional wails in the darkness, there was almost no sound.
It seems that because of the appearance of this top class and Han Qingyu's vomiting of blood and injury, the only remaining people in the innocent purgatory have regained hope. They seemed not to have known about the arrival of their top combat power before. They were excited and hesitant at the same time whether to take the opportunity to escape.
In the temporary calm, Wen Jifei's gun muzzle and the bright flashlight beam in his hand kept moving and searching in the darkness.
"Be careful, there is a top one." Han Qingyu held the knife in one hand and stood in a position where he could take care of both the front and rear. With his speed and fighting skills, standing here was better than going directly to Iqbal and the family of three. There , his movements and sight will be blocked... After a reminder, Han Qingyu continued: "There are about three more, and their strength is not weak."
As he spoke, two pieces of metal melted silently on his body.
Two pieces were enough. I had eaten too many metal pieces in the past few days, and my body probably couldn't digest them. This time I only used two pieces, and the life source energy began to overflow.
In fact, if Han Qingyu was the only one here, he might choose to stay in this state for a while and hone his practical skills with the top level.
But now, there are Wen Jifei, Iqbal, and the family of three civilians here. Han Qingyu didn't dare to slack off.
"Okay." Wen Jifei nodded solemnly and said, "You don't have to worry about me too much. Pay attention to them."
As he spoke, he quickly put on a new magazine, spit out the cigarette butt, lowered his head and took another cigarette out of the cigarette case, lit it, and raised his head.
Wen Jifei stood there without changing his position or putting down the sniper rifle in his hand. He buried half of his face behind the sniper scope, and the sword he usually used for decoration on his back, "swish... click!" jumped and returned to his position.
In the eyes of those who know the difference, this jump of the sword is at least an A-level surge of energy that is not too weak. Wen Jifei may have actually tried it many times.
Maybe he was testing the flipping of induction dice? Although it is useless to measure it now. So it's possible that he deliberately took the initiative to attract the attention of the opponent's master.
Han Qingyu glanced at him again...returning to focus.
He listened to the subtle sounds of grass blades in his ears, discerning the frequency of movement and the vibration of source energy.
"Now that you're here, don't leave." Han Qingyu suddenly spoke and said in the direction he thought was the most likely.
After he finished speaking, he realized that there was a high probability that the other party would not understand.
"Bang!" A sniper gun sounded, and Wen Jifei quickly fired in that direction.
"Dang!" The bullet was easily blocked by the sword in the darkness.
The bright flashlight failed to illuminate anyone.
A voice came from that position, "Not leaving."
Unexpectedly, the other party not only understood, but also answered. This top fighter from the Innocence Purgatory can speak Chinese... Although it sounds like a foreigner speaking Chinese forcefully, and at the same time, it has a weird accent.
Looks like a Siamese.
"Qingzi?" Wen Jifei asked without turning his head.
Han Qingyu shook his head slightly but did not move.
At that moment, he almost rushed over, but thinking about it calmly, although the person answered, he may not necessarily be the top one... So, fortunately, he was not impulsive.
"The king? I observed for a while, and you are much weaker than I thought." The voice came from another direction, with the same awkward accent and Siamese feel.
"Bang!" Wen Jifei quickly raised his gun and turned around, and the sniper rifle fired again.
"Dang!" The bullet was blocked by the sword just like before.
The other party continued, "The blow just now proved that I was right. My name is Naiwechai, and I will kill you."
Still the same tone and feeling, this sentence comes from the third direction position.
Wen Jifei fired his third shot, but the bullet was still blocked.
He is trying to provide Aoko with judgment information.
"Really?" Han Qingyu said, raised his head and smiled. The chest area of his white combat uniform was a big red from vomiting blood just now.
"Yes, the new star of the Chinese Asian Front Army, the legendary Major Qing, will fall under my hands."
This time it was the fourth person who spoke, with a hint of pride and expectation in his tone. At the same time, he deliberately ignored several other helpers with good combat capabilities and did not mention them. Probably because after tonight, he will have the honor of killing the blue The King head-on.
In this way, coupled with the slight difference in the speed of resisting bullets and the impact sound, "it should be him." Han Qingyu had a rough judgment in his mind, but still did not take the first action.
The battlefield suddenly became quiet again.
Everything seemed to stop at the moment before the river bank burst.
The cigarette in Wen Jifei's mouth was burning.
An invisible sense of oppression is spreading.
Iqbal took a deep breath. Seeing the blood on Theking's chest and corners of his mouth, he became a little nervous, with worried eyes, trying to get ready for battle.
Insects are chirping, the wind is light, and the grass blades are rustling.
"Grandma... it's quiet. Did he hide it?"
Xiao Zhuoma asked quietly in the folk language from under her clothes.
The mother glanced back at Han Qingyu and the blood on his chest and at the corner of his mouth, then glanced back at her husband... trying her best to restrain her worry and fear, and said softly: "Maybe it will take a while, he has been hiding for too long, he is a little tired."
"Yeah." Little Zhuoma shrank down under her clothes obediently. She is a trustworthy child.
Mother began to recite silently and pray to the gods on the plateau for Han Qingyu.
The husband whispered something, stuffed his daughter into her arms along with the man's clothes, then turned around and pulled out his short knife from his waist.
Just like that, in a state of concentration and calmness, the plateau man with a vicissitudes of life and a simple face held the knife, gritted his teeth in silence, and moved forward a certain distance nervously and abruptly.
He was the only one moving in the whole place.
The man stopped, stepped on a corpse on the ground with one foot, then pulled out a blue sword stuck on the corpse's back, raised his head, and threw it back to Han Qingyu.
"Thank you." Han Qingyu took the knife and said.
The man nodded, gave a simple but somewhat difficult smile, and quickly retreated to the mother and daughter, holding the knife outward, forming an angle with Iqbal.
He was shaking. He had seen the horror of that kind of battle, but he wanted to protect his wife and daughter.
…………
Tick tock, tick tock... In fact, in the world of source energy, such a battle really breaks out, and it starts in an instant, and then ends quickly.
Wen Jifei took a deep breath from the cigarette and exhaled it. The smoke slowly rose in the bright yellow light.
"Song, chant, chant...!"
The air shook violently, and the battle suddenly broke out.
Out of sight and sight, at the same time, four figures rushed out from the four positions where they had just spoken.
One of them stood up and stabbed Han Qingyu in the back of the head.
One rushed forward diagonally, blocking Han Qingyu and Iqbal.
One pounced directly on the little Zhuoma family.
He also made a deep leap, thrust his sword from the side and stabbed Wen Jifei who was standing on the jeep.
"Bang!" The sniper rifle fired first.
Wen Jifei turned around when he heard the sound and quickly fired a shot.
"Poof!" The bullet accurately hit the opponent's heart.
However, that only caused the opponent's figure to falter slightly.
"Death!" shouted in a Siamese accent, and the Western sword stabbed straight through the wind.
Then, the innocent purgatory killer's eyes suddenly looked astonished... Why is he so far away? !
Wen Jifei was already far away from him.
The moment he fired the gun, he used the skills he learned from Han Qingyu to actively cut off the surge of source energy.
The Mira 9 sniper rifle, which can hit the center of gravity of a large tip, produces a huge recoil that cannot be easily endured by ordinary people... Therefore, when shooting, Wen Jifei, whose whole body was completely relaxed, was already flying. gone.
Just like when he first started practicing his gun and the dice suddenly turned F, his whole body flew backwards quickly.
Just like overcoming the problem of suddenly falling down while running, he practiced for a long time to overcome this. He even learned to control the inertial force after the surge was suddenly interrupted, and he also vomited an unknown amount of blood... Then he realized that this was actually the same. Can be a battlefield dodge technique.
"Crack!" Before the killer could recover from the situation in front of him, the back of his neck suddenly felt cold.
A whirling sword just passed behind his head.
"Bang!" Wen Jifei was in the air and fired a second shot.
The sword was hit by the bullet and returned, but it did not go towards Han Qingyu. It fell in front of Han Qingyu, on his way to the four of Iqbal.
At the same time, Wen Jifei himself fell into darkness.
At this time, the killer behind Han Qingyu was already a corpse five meters away. A blue sword was stuck in his chest.
Therefore, in the moment just now, Han Qingyu actually shot two Rusty Girl Pear Vortex Slashes at the same time. One shot was backwards, and the other shot was towards Wen Jifei.
If Han Qingyu in the four-turbo state does not retain it, he will be half-step super.
After completing this step, without any stagnation, Han Qingyu moved his body forward, and while charging forward, he slashed the waist and abdomen of the person blocking the road in front of him.
"Poof!" The opponent jumped sideways and was seriously injured but not dead.
Han Qingyu ignored him.
While rushing forward, he stretched out his hand to catch the falling sword falling from the air, and struck out again.
Because it's in his sight.
The remaining killer in the Purgatory of Innocence just knocked Iqbal away with one swing of his sword.
Iqbal vomited blood in the air, his injuries were not fatal, but he was howling in pain because of guilt.
Little Dolma's father could not react at such a speed. He didn't even have time to turn around.
It was little Dolma's mother who ran two steps ahead of schedule.
However, just the vibration of the source energy made the mother fall to the ground.
"Dolma!" Gao Yuan's mother raised her head and shouted in pain.
At this time, little Zhuoma, together with the clothes wrapped around her body, was flying into the air.
The Innocent Purgatory Killer stood up, stretched out his hand, and grabbed her.
"Crack." A sound.
The killer's outstretched arm was gone.
A figure passed by him, jumped low, stretched out his arms in the air, used his arms to gently hold the little Dolma together with the autumn jacket that was about to be separated, and gently took it into his arms, then landed smoothly and stood there with his back to the ground. .
Easy.
Therefore, this one is not the top one, nor is it the four.
Han Qingyu has known this for a long time. The logic of thinking is actually very simple: if the goal is to kill an innocent person in purgatory, their focus will definitely not be on Xiao Zhuoma and others. At most, they can only be used to kill him. Creating opportunities and containing him were their last resort to keep him alive.
So, where is he?
"Bye, Major Qing."
Behind him, very close, a whisper came with a smile.
A dead iron Western sword was stabbing Han Qingyu in the back of the heart.
At this moment, Han Qingyu had just landed and was standing with his back.
There was a little girl in his arms.
No weapons in hand.
Nai Wei guessed that he was destined to be killed. He is a top killer and an even better assassin. His actions and strikes are often quick and almost silent.
Tonight, he will kill the stars.
In the night grassland, a Western sword pierced the back of Han Qingyu's heart. The sword was very long and would pierce through Major Qing of Hua Xiaya and the little Hua Xiaya girl in his arms... No one had time to say anything.
"Ode!" a trembling voice sounded.
The sound was behind the ear, undisguised.
what? !
It was too close. Although Naiweichai was stunned, he didn't have time to turn around, so he couldn't see it.
Behind him, a thick and dazzling blue light had just arrived from dozens of meters away like lightning.
The blue light is very fast, so fast that it is beyond common sense, so fast that the whole audience cannot even see it clearly or make a sound.
"puff!"
Before the Western sword struck Han Qingyu, the huge blue starlight pillar sword came straight towards him and penetrated completely into the back of Nai Weichai's heart... and came out through his body, revealing half of the sword body.
It stopped there, the sword trembling.
The source of energy collapsed and life passed. Naiweichai stood still, slowly lowered his head, looked at the blue starlight pillar sword coming out of his chest, and his own blood on the sword, then raised his head blankly, looking at the man in front who still had his back to him. people.
That star of the Chinese sub-rebirth.
In his increasingly blurry vision... Major Qing turned back and smiled gently, "Bye."
He was replying to the goodbye he just said... and then apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't remember your name."
At this time, behind Naiwechai, dozens of meters away, a huge and shabby curtain cloth was unfolding and flying messily in the air. Swinging, falling slowly.
It was quite beautiful, in the bright yellow light and the grassland wind.
It's a pity that Naiweichai can't see it anymore, just like he can't tell Theking his name.
Suddenly, he felt the little girl in his arms arch upward, rubbing her face against Han Qingyu's chest.
Her name is Zhuoma, or the word Zhuoma is in her name, which Han Qingyu just heard from her mother.
Maybe because of the strange movement just now, little Zhuoma is trying to drill up.
Ignoring Naiweichai anymore, Han Qingyu turned around, lowered his head, stretched out his hand to pinch the collar of his autumn coat, and opened the clothes slightly outward.
It's like opening a small hole in the quilt.
A red little face was revealed.
Little Zhuoma raised her head, flashed her big eyes, looked at Han Qingyu in confusion, and said childishly:
"Jianpu (brother)...you didn't hide it?"
"Yes." Han Qingyu lowered his head and smiled and said, "Because I suddenly want to hug little Zhuoma."
It seemed that she was a little embarrassed again, but Xiao Zhuoma overcame it and nodded, "Yes."
"Then let's continue now?"
"good."
Han Qingyu pressed the collar of his autumn coat back to his chest... The world in clothes was better.
When little Dolma's mother got up and came over, Han Qingyu handed the child back to her and said gently and kindly: "Little Dolma is very cute."
Then he turned around, took a few steps forward, and picked up the blue sword on the ground.
