Han Qingyu's fighting style and characteristics have always been biased toward broad-based offense and defense. And it was a kind of great opening and closing in an absolute sense. One person could span an entire battlefield, and he could sweep everything with one person.
For example, Shao Xuan, the former captain of the Hua family with sub-super combat power and golden era, once said casually at the legion headquarters:
[Sometimes I think about it, that boy is really suitable for the battlefield. Everything about him seems to be created for that extremely grand battlefield one day in the future. 】
At this time, standing on the opposite side, the first-generation Azure Star shines with almost perfect processing of details and speed in a small space.
The deliberately chosen battlefield in front of him was undoubtedly beneficial to Alphonse to the greatest extent, and at the same time, his strength also had the upper hand.
The advantage of the situation has always been in his hands, but Alphonse has never found a proper opportunity to completely kill the person on the opposite side and end this battle.
The battle continues.
Han Qingyu did not give up, but now he could no longer distract himself from pulling the trumpet pillar sword too often. Both sides had consumed a lot in this battle, and his consciousness gradually began to become confused.
Because of the confusion, he didn't notice that he had actually touched the small trumpet sword just now, thinking it was the one next to him.
But it was just a little confusing, and he still didn't lose his persistence and goal.
Han Qingyu was maintaining the offensive and fighting to prevent Alphonse from coming back to his senses. At the same time, he had to try his best to retain some energy, lest he could no longer bear the front when Wu Shi and the others came.
In addition, Han Qingyu actually still holds a trump card, which has never been used...
All of his own trump cards have long been used up.
This last trump card was given to him by Alphonse.
From the beginning of the battle, Han Qingyu has been feeling and accumulating the energy that devours characteristics.
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"Madman! Hua Xiya's old madman, the little madman created by him!" Alphonse cursed repeatedly in his heart. Now, he had two more wounds on his body.
Of course, his opponent was much worse.
In the subsequent battles, Alphonse had about three opportunities to try to kill Han Qingyu completely, but those three times were not absolute opportunities. If he tried to kill someone, he would probably be taken away with him, so he gave up.
at this time,
Once again, Han Qingyu slashed horizontally with the knife in his right hand. At the same time, he twisted his body forcefully and stabbed Alphonse's face with the knife in his left hand.
He left no defensive position behind.
And the blue starlight pillar sword fell in the corner and had not been moved for a while.
"Chance!"
Another opportunity appeared in front of him. Alphonse swayed, and with a forward thrust, he passed the knife in Han Qingyu's right hand.
He held a dagger in his left hand for defense, and at the same time, he slashed inward from the side with the sword in his right hand.
With this sword, if Alfons was ruthless, he could cut off Han Qingyu's left arm, but the consequence would be that his own chest would probably be hit at the same time.
"To kill, or not to kill?"
The decision at this moment has nothing to do with thinking and choice, it is only decided by instinct.
Alphonse chose to retreat.
While retreating, he nodded and shrank his chest, but stretched the arm holding the sword forward as much as possible... and turned his wrist.
"Snapped!"
The long sword swung out and hit Han Qingyu's left arm hard, from slightly above the elbow joint to the forearm, and then quickly bounced away and retracted.
"Kakakakakaka..."
The last remaining piece of dead iron armor on Han Qingyu's left arm shattered into pieces and shot away.
At the same time, the cracks on his bones were extending inch by inch.
The dead iron straight knife in his left hand was released.
In fact, after fusing the bone source, Han Qingyu's bones were hard and difficult to cut or crack. However, Alphonse's blow contained his first super-limit explosion of devouring characteristics so far.
Because of this outburst, blood flowed from Alphonse's mouth, eyes, nose and ears.
This time, his blood had a fly-blue color similar to a big tip in the red.
Han Qingyu could see clearly because he was very close now.
Just now, when his left arm was hit, he was still rushing forward, but now, he is quickly raising his head.
"You're useless!"
During the short period of weakness after the super-limit characteristic broke out, Alphonse finally breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Han Qingyu still had his right hand and a knife, and he was staring at it.
"chua!"
Suddenly a splash of blood spattered and severe pain spread. Alphonse stepped back, then glanced down blankly.
At this time, there was a new knife edge in front of him, diagonally across his chest. The wound was only half an inch away from cutting into his throat... He was able to avoid this half inch by retreating instinctively.
"you……"
Panic, anger, and confusion, Alphonse had mixed emotions in his eyes. He covered the new wound with his hand and looked up.
At this time, Han Qingyu's heels had just landed, and the whole body's tendency was retracted. He turned his face back from the right... There was a knife in his mouth.
So, that's how the knife was cut.
As for the knife, it was the left-handed knife that he took off first.
"No wonder he continued to rush over..." Alphonse unconsciously imagined the process in his mind.
"What, what is this?!" The anger and panic in his heart left Alphonse speechless for a moment.
Han Qingyu was also looking at him, looking, looking, with an ugly grin on his face, "Ha, ha ha ha ha ha... cough cough."
He smiled proudly, as if he had made a lot of money, and smiled like a madman.
"Madman!" Alphonse didn't know how many times he thought of this word, but there was no doubt that the certainty and degree of it this time were more profound than before.
On the other side, because of a proud smile and a sudden cough, a straight knife wrapped in a large mouthful of blood fell from Han Qingyu's mouth.
"boom!"
The falling straight knife missed the ground by twenty centimeters... Han Qingyu suddenly burst out with life energy again, raised his foot and kicked the knife towards Alphonse's face.
The blood on the knife bloomed like flowers in the laser attack, and at the same time, he raised the knife in his right hand and pounced.
...He is actually still taking the initiative to attack!
"His left hand is clearly being devoured!"
"are you crazy!"
This time, Alphonse didn't even bother to use the knife. He directly stepped on the wall, dodged three times in a row, and pulled out a short distance and space to the outside.
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"call!"
"call!"
In the small battlefield, both people were breathing hard and painfully...
Alphonse took out another handful of powder and applied it on the wound on his chest.
The blood washed away the powder.
He was a little panicked.
"I wonder how many serious injuries the first-generation Xingyao suffered in his career of nearly a hundred years?"
"In my short few years, I may have more than you."
These are the two sentences Han Qingyu said just now. I didn’t quite understand them at the time, but now they suddenly appeared in Alphonse’s mind again...
"So, unlike me, the madman opposite me has fought in this state many times."
Thinking of this, Alphonse did not take the opportunity to take action, but instead took two steps back.
This time, Han Qingyu did not continue to pounce.
He leaned against the wall at that end, inserted the knife into the ground, and then, with some difficulty, took out a stack of special emergency bandages from the back of his waist. This was the first time during the entire battle that he had dealt with the wound.
Biting one end of the bandage with his mouth, Han Qingyu used his right hand to carefully wrap his entire left arm around his body.
"The crippled arm will be swaying around during the battle, which is very painful and does not provide balance. Moreover, you have to be careful about it being cut off... so it is better to tie it up."
"Do you think I have any experience fighting with one hand like this?"
Han Qingyu asked while wrapping himself up without looking at Alphonse.
Of course Alphonse wouldn't answer him.
"Yes, it's true." After wrapping the bandage and tying the knot, Han Qingyu leaned over and picked up a sword in his hand, stood up and said seriously.
"..." Alphonse didn't understand what there was to explain or show off.
So, crazy!
Alfons decided to avoid this madness temporarily and stayed at the door of the room structure, waiting for Han Qingyu to be unable to support himself.
Just like that, there were two people on the battlefield, one on the inside, standing against the wall with a knife, and the other on the outside, keeping alert... The battle temporarily stopped for the first time.
This state may have lasted for more than two minutes.
"Kong!"
"Kong!"
Suddenly, a faint crashing sound reached their ears at the same time.
In the small empty terrace outside, the soil on one side of the wall began to loosen and began to fall bit by bit, in handfuls and in clumps. Large chunks fell off and hit the ground.
