"Is Alphonse Yanxi?"
The chapel was made entirely of blue glass. This time, there was no red wine, refreshments, or female secretary waiting on the side. Liu Shiheng sat forward and looked at the air and the layers of glass with sincere eyes.
This was the first time that Master Shiheng came to chat with Alphonse.
He had been allowed to come and go here at will a long time ago, but the few times he came here on his own initiative, he always went outside, chatted with the female secretary for a while and then left. He would never enter the chapel on his own initiative unless he was invited.
But last night, after seeing the information that Qingzi and the others were officially attacking the third fixed exploration site, Liu Shiheng couldn't sleep all night.
He understands Han Qingyu and knows that Qingzi is afraid of changes and is unwilling to wait any longer, nor does he want to use Wei Lan's help to complete this matter through political planning, but... it's too reckless! Don't get into trouble!
"You haven't gotten up yet, have you? Uncle Ne, are you there? Get up!"
Inertia is a very terrible force. Subtly, Liu Shiheng is now accustomed to talking to the air, and subconsciously regards this blue glass church as Ne's body.
"I don't have to sleep, so how can I get up? Of course he does." Ne's voice came after a few seconds, and he paused and said, "It's just that Alphonse's situation is special."
"His Yan Xi is very bad, right?" Liu Shiheng asked with expectation.
"That's true, because it lacks what Alphonse wants most."
"What?"
"A life that can last up to a thousand years or even advance to ten thousand years." Ne paused after saying this: "But the other side of it is actually very scary."
"Why, why?!"
"Because of its characteristics, it can swallow other people's life source energy. At a certain stage, it may even have the opportunity to swallow the relatively weak Yan Xiu's will... This is the only Yan Xiu that I have seen so far that can swallow Yan Xiu's will."
This passage is very difficult to pronounce.
Liu Shiheng understood, but considering his combat power, whether he understood or not did not actually make any sense.
"How about you tell me directly, Uncle Ne, can Aoko and the others win?"
"...With their lineup, if they faced each other head-on, Alphonse would have no chance." Ne said.
"Huh!" Liu Shiheng breathed a sigh of relief.
"But if a one-on-one opportunity is created..." Ne paused, directly ignoring the others and said: "In that case, if Alphonse from thirty years ago faced that friend of yours, what should you say? Then? It should be a fight that even I would want to watch.”
"Thirty years ago... why do you say thirty years ago? So he has changed now, right? He is too old." Liu Shiheng asked sincerely.
"No, I didn't say that. The 120-year-old Alphonse is much stronger than before, because he has been eating. If there are only two or three people in this world, there is a chance to force Chen Buxu's knife , then, Alphonse, who is fighting to the death, has a chance to be counted as half. Not because he is as powerful as the two outsiders, but because his characteristics are exactly targeted at the weaknesses of your legion commander." Ne said.
"Do those two people include you?"
"certainly."
"Then if you face Aoko and the others..."
"I'll quickly crush them all and turn them into fertilizer in the flower pots."
"...are you bragging?"
"Let them try it." Seemingly depressed, Ne muttered and continued: "So if Alphonse and your friend are one-on-one, in your words, six or four? Probably, I'm not very Understand their specific circumstances.”
Ne's voice returned to indifference.
"Are you talking nonsense?!" Liu Shiheng stood up, as if he was arguing: "Isn't Alphonse tied for fifth place with that Ivan? The intelligence clearly said that Qingzi was only defeated against Ivan. We Qingzi He always gets stronger the more he fights..."
"Haha, you're anxious. It's so rare, Master Shiheng. Actually, what's the point of asking me about these things here?" Ne smiled, obviously saying it was pointless, but still said: "If you talk about other people's situation, I don’t know very well about Ivan the Butcher, I’ve been watching him.”
In fact, this is tantamount to him admitting that they are now somewhere in Antarctica.
But Liu Shiheng didn't pay attention to this at all.
"In the past ten years, Ivan has been regressing. The relative lack of resources is only a secondary reason. What is more important is the gradual loss of the desire to survive. It is very painful and very destructive to abandon oneself, both mentally and physically. ." Ne said: "So the current Ivan is actually not qualified to be tied with Alphonse."
Liu Shiheng stopped talking, his expression dropped, and he stopped saying a word.
"Actually, I originally wanted to say one-on-one, seventy-three, and the 10% is for your face." This was not a sarcasm, Ne's tone sounded like he was explaining or comforting Liu Shiheng.
"No, there's no need to give me face. Because the one-on-one thing you said sounds stupid. The Han Qingyu I know is not a stupid or face-conscious person, otherwise he wouldn't have brought so many people there." Liu Shiheng said.
"Ordinary soldiers are just nourishment in front of Alphonse, they can't be sent at all... Well, after all, I don't know your friend that well." Ne said: "But for Alphonse, he is also an extremely stubborn person. People are making their final struggle, that’s actually interesting.”
…………
The third fixed exploration site, the building complex, the morning sun has risen, and the rays of rays are spreading on the roofs, walls and streets.
The main street has also reached the second half.
Gurgling blood flowed slowly between the bluestones on the ground. On the street behind Han Qingyu and others, at least fifty or sixty corpses dressed like Alphonse were lying messily.
Adding this number to those who died on rooftops, balconies, and buildings, the actual loss of Alphonse's die-hard followers may be close to a hundred.
Including two top players.
Not much is left.
During this period, they organized five raids, two of which included Alphonse.
Because they were both on guard against each other, he didn't succeed completely, and Han Qingyu couldn't keep him.
"Is Sister Xi okay?" There was blood on his clothes. Han Qingyu stopped on the street, facing the side alley with his head slightly lowered, without turning around to ask.
Tie Jia shook his head, "It's okay, what about you?"
Xi Mei is indeed fine, but her jade bone is getting smaller, so small that it is only as big as a little finger.
This thing is very powerful, but unfortunately it only works for her at the moment.
"Of course I'm fine. His swallowing attack can only bully the weak..." Han Qingyu said.
"Who are you calling weak?!"
Xiomei asked, Wu Shi asked, Theodore lowered one arm, opened his mouth, and barely held back.
"I'm not talking about you." Han Qingyu smiled while answering, raised his head, and continued, "Ode!"
With an explosion without warning, Han Qingyu suddenly started and rushed towards a two-story house in the alley ahead.
Wen Jifei was the only one present who was not surprised.
Because the two of them had been locking Alphonse's position, Wen Jifei's bullets and Han Qingyu's bone sources were both trying to determine which one was Alphonse and where he was.
Now he is in that house.
"Ouch!" As Han Qingyu ran forward, a huge shadow in the air appeared for the first time in this battle.
In an instant, a dozen men in black lost control and fell from the roof or balcony.
The large blue light pillar sword was thrown by Han Qingyu with both hands, shaking the light and air, and blasted towards the building.
Then he drew his knife.
"Kengkengkengkengkeng..."
In the long street behind him, far and near, all the dead iron sabers beside the corpses, in their hands, on the balconies, and on the roofs all jumped up out of thin air at this moment and shot away.
Bodies were brought up and dropped again.
The dead iron sword inside the wall broke through the wall at close range, and the entire street was shattered.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
In the morning wind, nearly a hundred swords roared across the long street, and followed Han Qingyu towards the two-story building.
Miaoshuwu
