"Look, big bug." Xi Mei turned around to find Wen Jifei, and at the same time pressed her hand on the small pillar sword.
"Snake! Snake, snake, snake..." Wen Jifei insisted, while taking off the square's lament from his back.
Wu Shi holds the sick gun tightly and is ready to go...
They have never been the rules.
"Dragon!" Zhu Jiaming said, he couldn't help picking up again, and then he didn't know what he was excited.
At this time, Han Qingyu's position was in front of the military formation of the Xiongzhanli separatist faction, with his back facing him. Looking at him from the second Chinese runner -up or side, he was stained with blood and his shape was crumbling.
However, as his sword-holding arms swung... that huge silhouette appeared in the air again. Silent, but groaning.
This time it lasts longer than it just now.
It's just unclear.
Bone Source was released with all its strength. So far, Han Qingyu has eaten 16 bones. Except for the two corner bones, all of them have taken their hands.
The first time he had accidentally devoured the eternal bones in his life was in the battle with Jun Super Sean. Sean's characteristics were hot and similar to Ivan, but there were some differences and huge gaps.
Ivan had just helped him completely digest and absorb the last 13 bone sources.
Therefore, although Han Qingyu seems to be in danger, it is actually at the peak of his combat power so far.
"Young school!"
"he……"
"No!"
The shouting came from the relative Chinese runner -up. They saw Han Qingyu fighting. Someone pulled out the knife to rush to Ivan, but did not dare to pass over Chen and not hungry.
This time, Chen was neither hungry nor relieved, and turned around in panic.
In the old man's sorrowful and anxious eyes, Wen Jifei respected a gift silently and did not let too many people see it.
Then wait for all the eyes to chase, and a complicated smile ... shouting loudly:
"It's okay, he's used to it."
Han Qingyu looked very weak and was doing the last life, but he was used to -he was the people who were so bloody to fight.
Because of these few words.
Mira, who was running over from behind holding her newly bandaged arm, stopped, and the entire sharp array of the stream was majestic and silent.
In the military formation of the Chinese Asian Asian, people suddenly recalled the stories and legends of his blue three years ago.
Then think of the past two years ...
In the past two years or so, they were on the run. Is this how they ended up? So that his best friend said he was used to it.
They began to feel guilty and tingling, including Chen not hungry.
Looking back...
In the military formation of Xiong Zhanli, a group of people at the forefront looked back at their shoulders, while another group looked up in the air behind them.
With the sharp sound, within the range of strong bones, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred, three hundred rush -made dead iron straight swords in the air.
Of course it's not Yujian. The legend of Yujian, in addition to speed and mystery, always gives people the imagination and light inspiration of elegant changes.
At this time, those dead iron straight knives that shot up into the sky like arrows, with the handle at the top and the blade at the bottom, were all vertical in the air. They were full of power and chilling feeling!
"Since a pillar sword and two straight knives can't die, what about two hundred?! What about three hundred?!" This is an extremely tough logic.
In the shocking picture, Han Qingyu looked up.
The short stagnation of the air.
The opposite Ivan's eyes are enthusiastic and excited!
With a snoring roar, his entire body's lava flowed and prepared for the war.
"It's moving." When the people in the front row of the Chinese runner-up formation said this, Han Qingyu had not moved yet.
But it is only caused by the power of the source in the air. The sense of oppression of the forward has allowed them to have the upstart of the outbreak to resist.
The next moment, Han Qingyu really moved.
His arms waved, double -knife off his hand. However, it is not the arc of rust girl pear vortex rotating peacefully.
There were constant crackling sounds in the air.
Then others moved, one step forward, lifted the huge pillar sword inserted on the ground with both hands, and lifted the sword to the top of the head in the forward culprit ...
Teng!
Swing your sword!
"Ouch!"
Along with Han Qingyu's figure moved forward.
Along with the trajectory of the pillar sword volleying forward and slashing.
The shadow of the giant beasts in the air like a dragon snake, and suddenly bowed forward.
"Hey!" The trajectory of more than 300 dead iron straight swords in the air moved forward at the same moment, turning up, and cut forward with the beast's body!
That was clearly three hundred knives, but at this moment, it was leaning, as if it was a knife, a super giant blade, split forward and down.
A mighty blow.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise in the air, and the fog exploded.
There were nearly a hundred people in the back of the bear Zhanli, and their bodies were not controlled by the air and fell down.
On the front row of the Chinese runner -up, hundreds of people fell back to the ground.
Chen was not hungry alone, standing in the wind, grass leaves and soil, and stared at it.
"boom!"
The first collision of Ling Kong.
Swords are bombarded.
After avoiding the double -knife, the butcher Ivan, who was pushing his body, was like a bug to fly by his palm, "slap", and patted the ground.
He was still standing.
Three hundred dead iron straight swords!
Super giant blade!
Ivan stood on the ground and found that he could hardly move.
Everyone found that he couldn't move.
Three hundred of the dead iron straight knives down, and the huge source of huge sources could be oppressed. It suppressed everything in the area pointed to the area, created a blockade and super gravity field to nail him on the ground.
"Hiss...!" Ivan hissed like a madman.
Lava flowed in the solid air in front of him, and he raised his knife.
The long sword, which had turned fiery red, carried the mighty life energy, and slashed at the giant blade made of three hundred dead iron straight knives in the air.
"Boom!" Ru Lei said.
collision.
Broken iron sounded densely!
The front section of the giant blade was broken into pieces.
However, "嬻嬻嬻..." The entire sword array is still tilted downward.
The fiery red of lava,
Starry blue,
Dust, grass leaves,
Dead iron fragments are flying ...
The sound of bombardment is endless.
But no one can see the situation in the center of the battlefield at all.
Was Ivan shot?
How many times were you hit?
How about Major Qing?
People are watching.
People are listening.
People are concerned.
People were silent.
"Tian!" The sound of the last dead iron straight knife thrust into the soil came.
The bombardment is over.
The rain of debris continued for another ten seconds and finally stopped.
The red light faded.
The bright blue light of the star faded.
Dust and grass blades gradually fell.
People finally saw clearly.
It was a messy scene, with knives and debris everywhere.
Ivan the butcher was still standing, standing in the same position as before, facing in the same direction, still holding the knife in his hand.
Major The Qing was also standing, about ten meters away behind him, with their backs facing each other.
"Who are they..."
Before the words fell,
"puff!"
Han Qingyu lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, raised his head, shook his head, and hit the ground forward.
People saw a new, huge wound on his back.
Hua Xieya's warriors surged forward...
The sharp battle array of the stream on the grassy slope is burning.
But Ivan did not turn around or come over to do anything to Major Qing.
He silently picked up the knife and walked forward.
After taking a few steps, "poof", a wound on his chest burst open, and a line of blood sprayed out.
He continued walking, and "poof", a second wound exploded on his back.
The third way,
The fourth ...
Eleven wounds.
Ivan held the knife in his right hand and fell to the ground on one knee!
He's not dead.
After a while, he still stood up and tried to move forward.
The young school did not die either.
From the result, Han Qingyu still lost, and lost in the fifth butcher Ivan Dao, because he was the main attack, and then he fell down first.
But ... enough, it is enough to solve the incident in front of him, it is enough for his name, whether the young school or the king, Han Qingyu ... shock the world again.
When he struggled, he stunned and stood up again.
Find the support of Zhu Jian, slowly turned his head to look at the direction of the grass slope, and looked at the battle array of the stream of stream, and he worked hard.
"He didn't look at us." The soldiers in the Asian battle array said, a little lonely and sad.
At the same time, "Boom!" A sound on the grass slope.
The source can stir.
Thousands of people raised their swords.
Then, that 10,000 people were in the same voice:
"I wish! I will be with you, fate and knives are as directed by you, to your flag on top of the dome, or I will fly!"
Don't ask, if you ask, the young prince and Wen Jifei made it up again.
