"This!" Chen was hungry and paused.
He didn't know what it was specifically. However, because I have seen various special and weird battles, compared to the people in the battle array behind, they are not completely unable to return.
What he cared about was that Han Qingyu also exploded with all his strength.
"Why bother?! You brat."
"Lao Tzu is sour now ..."
Chen Qing didn't know what the price of Han Qingyu's life can outbreak (in fact, Han Qingyu himself didn't know it).
"What if I become bald like Lu Moyi?" The old man suddenly thought sadly.
"In case ginger is gradually forgetful."
"In case something is gone ..."
"You haven't married yet."
In fact, Han Qingyu did not want to outbreak like this. He thought he had a fight, proving that he could indeed carry Ivan alone for some time.
But Ivan, this lunatic, actually exploded with all his strength like this.
This lunatic is both powerful and decisive, without fear of death.
Therefore, he might really be able to force the old man to explode with all his strength.
Therefore, Han Qingyu decided to carry this wave.
As long as he carries it through, everything will be over. After bursting out with all his strength, Ivan the Butcher will no longer be able to pose such a threat.
At the scene, most people on both sides of the army did not stop until the trajectory of the grass and leaves died in front of the king, and the ground became clear, so she really returned to God.
At this time, the collision on the battlefield has escalated to the point where even the top combat forces cannot be seen clearly.
In addition to occasionally, Ivan's blade was cut off, and the faint marks in the air, like a lava's river hanging down, the river was cut to the ground, leaving a long gully.
The body of the young school is like a cobweb. Except for the ripples in the air, it is almost invisible.
"Well, did you see it clearly just now?" He Tangtang ran over from behind.
Also coming with him is Zhen Qiuhong and Lord.
He Tangtang meant to ask them what the imaginary figure just now, because it was actually air, just a short outline emerged, it is difficult to see clearly.
"Snake, big snake, didn't run away." Wen Jifei held the sorrow of the square with both hands and said, "I don't know now, when he remembered that he had caught so many snakes to sell, what was he mood? What kind of mood! "
"No way." Xi Mei shook her head and said in disgust, "It looks like a big insect to me."
"You are your head, it's a snake."
"It's a worm, otherwise you, Wu Tie, Wu Tie."
Wu Jie turned his head, "Ah? Seems, it seems ..."
"Dragon!" Zhu Jiaming picked up decisively and firmly, and then he stunned ...
Dragon? !
Damn it, bitch Han, didn’t you do something to my keel? !
"Origin Snake, mutation." Zhe Qiuhong said coldly.
She is authoritative.
Everyone at the scene, except Wu Shi, turned to look at her.
"Have you figured it out?!" Wen Jifei asked excitedly.
"No, I thought about it casually." As a scientist who should have been very rigorous, Qiu Qiuhong avoided his sight.
Everyone: "..."
"Just take a code at least for at least it is more convenient, and I also took one to Wu Jie." Zhan Qiuhong continued.
"What's it called?" Xi Mei asked enthusiastically.
This time, even Wu Shi turned concerned.
"Shougong. Night, what do you think?" Zhan Qiuhong said.
"Uh ... Is that a lizard?" He Tangtang said, "Sorry I have no culture."
Zhe Qiuhong nodded, "Yeah, it's a pretty little lizard."
"That's good, but you know what the palace is in the palace?" Wen Jifei asked.
Wu Jie hasn't looked at them anymore.
At this time on the battlefield, Han Qingyu had been struggling for more than ten minutes in this seemingly evenly matched peak contest.
Finally, "哧."
There was a sound like a page being torn apart.
But what was really torn was air.
The figure of the young school passed through the lava red, the solid air wall, and fell back to the ground heavily.
Without any pause, he ejected backwards, pulled away and stood up.
He stood in front of the military formation of the Xiongzhanli separatists, with his back turned to them...
However, no one in the entire separatist army dared to draw a sword and try it.
Ivan also stopped temporarily and stood on the opposite side without attacking again.
So for the vast majority of people at the scene, they finally saw clearly for the first time the state of the two people after the fierce battle broke out with all their strength.
Ivan's hand holding the knife was bleeding. The blood dripped from his arm, passed by the blade and fell to the ground, "chi", like molten iron poured on the ground.
In addition to his injuries, he also had a wound on the back of his shoulder that extended to his waist.
But Major Qing...
"Legion Commander!" The top players at the front of the Chinese runner-up formation spoke out almost at the same time. This time, their voices were not only urgent, but even a little choked.
In the way of Chinese and Asian habits, the youth school is about to be adults now.
There were at least six wounds all over his body, and although none of them were solid, there were still two broken bones... Blood was flowing out, and he shook his head vigorously, trying to keep himself awake.
He raised his arm to wipe his eyes, but the blood all over his arm was smeared on his face.
There is still a gap between Han Qingyu and Ivan.
Although this is actually unexpected. Because when I was in the blue, even the one who ranked third in the top list had been seriously expressed that they were unwilling to do it with Ivan, because Ivan, a lunatic, was at any time to fight at any time.
"Kill him, kill him!" The audience was only Mosorin, roaring crazy and embarrassed.
"Legion Commander!" The top leaders here shouted again.
The noisy discussion sounded in the audience.
"Okay, come down, it's already fine." Chen Buxian finally spoke.
Then "” ", cut the red knife out of the sheath.
He took a step forward ...
Because of this step, Moserry closed his mouth and was quiet.
Only Ivan tilted his head, looking at Chen Buqi with a ferocious smile, and said: "Have you finally had the chance to see your sword? Half a sword is fine, hahahahaha..."
"Probably not."
The response came from across from Ivan.
After saying that, Han Qingyu turned around and glanced at Chen Buxuan, shaking his head.
"Let me finish this fight for you, you guys," he said.
There was still no emotion in his tone, but he was finally willing to talk to the legion commander properly, or in other words, he was finally willing to say a serious word.
So at this moment, the whole audience finally understood.
After more than two years of escaping, Han Qingyu refused to return to Weilan, so he had to reject the Chinese Asian Front Army.
From the moment we met again until now, he has not called out to the regiment commander, nor has he saluted.
He finally chose to use this method to repay Chen Buxing's kindness, repay the righteousness of the Chinese sub-front army, and the only witness to the comradeship of all the comrades in the legion.
Han Qingyu's voice was a bit weak.
But, "Ode!"
The source of agitation can make the shadow appear in the air again.
The Chinese runner-up formation was fine here, they just watched solemnly and silently, worried.
On the side of the Xiong Zhanli separatist faction, there was suddenly a state of astonishment.
"Buzz!" The dense sounds condensed into one sound, causing severe pain to the eardrums.
The swords on their backs jumped out inexplicably.
It may be hundreds of, two hundred ...
