The structure of the decisive battlefield is roughly a small empty platform outside, and a rectangular and narrow room on the inside. There is no barrier between them and they are connected together.
"Kong!"
"Kong!"
At the other end of the empty flat, the sound of the dead iron layer being violently bombarded came through the thick soil layer, which was a bit dull, and flying clods of soil fell to the ground.
Han Qingyu leaned on the wall on the inside, raised his hand and wiped the blood on his eyes, watching the soil outside, slowly, his mouth smiled with blood, and at the same time he tightened his right hand.
"Don't worry, I will hold it." Han Qingyu said silently in his heart.
When there are so many people in this world, Qingzi knows that they will never give up, and he also knows that they will not give up. This may be the biggest gain from these years of wandering in life and death.
Han Qingyu is not a person who is good at expressing emotions. He hasn't said these words to them.
"You bastards! Making such a noise! Go back and kill you all." He cursed in his heart.
At this time, Afangs' head was slowly turning back.
He stood outside the room structure. He was stunned for two seconds when he heard the sound, and then looked back.
Of course they are not his people. There is actually a passage here. His people know that they will not break through the wall even if they come, so...
"die!"
The moment he turned back, Alphonse's eyes were fierce and impatient. He roared and rushed at him with his sword raised with all his strength. His characteristics exploded beyond the limit, so that the light of the sword turned green.
"I swallow you!"
"Swallow me? Get out of here, your characteristic... is just the ability to bully the weak." Han Qingyu said.
…………
The weak little people are on the other side.
The dead iron layer of more than one meter seems to be large, and it is a whole.
Dead iron is stronger than common sense. When its thickness reaches a certain degree, this solidity will rise geometrically. It is difficult to directly break through, and the requirements for weapons and people are high.
They are chiseling! Desperate!
Cut in.
Impenetrable.
Now, they don't know how thick the necrotic iron layer is.
"This is like this! If Qingzi is really there ..." Looking at the necrotic iron layer in front of him, He Tangtang held the war knife with both hands, and suddenly suppressed it.
He is not complaining about anyone, but this incompetent feeling, which is powerful, and anxiety makes him close to collapse.
They all know that the sound of the bombardment now must have passed. If Qingzi is really there, he and Afangus will hear.
"He's over there." Xi Mei picked up the trumpet sword with slightly trembling hands and gestured: "Qingzi is over there... He may not have much strength left."
The pillar sword had just been pulled, but the strength was a little weak.
Wu Jie looked back at her.
Turning around, walking over, hanging the sick gun behind the back, and passing by the rust girl, Wu Jie reached out and took the trumpet sword, and took a few more steps to turn, saying, "Come next to me, together."
Together! No matter how thick it is ...
Wu Shi and Theodore stood together, Xi Mei, Xiao Wangye, Yin Caixin, He Tangtang, Wen Jifei, everyone stood together.
"Boom!" The two super -combat power devices broke out, and the source of life can explode.
The passage shakes and the soil has fallen.
Immediately after three top -level combat power, the upstream of the top -level He Tangtang, the dice was flying ...
"kill!"
They rushed towards the iron wall.
…………
Alphonse is still attacking furiously.
This time, the coming quickly, he continued to change his body in the process of moving forward, with a heavy shadow.
Han Qingyu stood calmly and focused on, looking at it, and suddenly raised his knife to split.
The blade is in the middle of the body.
In the recent few minutes, Han Qingyu's knife was always able to accurately cut the entity and persecute the key, which made Afangs very depressed. Because he didn't know how much energy and energy Han Qingyu spent in the end to lock the knight sword in his hand with bone source.
But, "Ode!"
This time, I do n’t know if it is a coincidence, or guessing or experimenting. Suddenly, the long sword of the left and right hands of Afangus was abandoned at the same time.
He tilted his head and straightened his shoulders, and at the same time clasped his palms together to accurately clamp the blade of the fixed knife.
"Yeah-" In the roar, once again the ultra -limit characteristics broke out, the huge swallowing force came along the dead iron straight sword, and rushed into Han Qingyu's body.
At the same time, the short sword fell, and was made by Afang Siste, kicking, and shot to Han Qingyu's heart.
Then the sword fell, and Afangs reached out to pick up the sword.
"Dang!" The right hand turned around, stuck to the small arm, and held the long sword.
Han Qingyu's body was slightly tilted to avoid the vital parts of his heart.
The short sword was a little bit, and he passed through the left shoulder nest that he had just been pierced once, and nailed him on the wall.
Then, "Bang!"
Without hands and feet, while being pierced by the short sword, Han Qing and Yuyuan could be drowned, and he raised his legs and pierced his side abdomen.
The soles embedded with dead iron pieces kicked him away.
Afang Si Fei flew in the air, and his abdomen was under rain.
Han Qingyu did not catch up, he stood straight and was nailed to the short sword.
Suddenly, "Poof!" a mouthful of blood spurted out.
When he sprayed this blood, he didn't even have a slightly leaning movement. He still stared at Afangs, and at the same time, he raised the sword with a single arm with his right arms and clenched the knuckles.
Another sword was at his feet.
The large Blu -ray pillar sword is by the side wall.
"I think how long can you hold it!" Afangus felt painful, and a step towards landing was only the front foot to support the ground.
Quickly connecting, quickly ejected, he rushed to Han Qingyu again.
"boom!"
At this moment, the huge soil layer bombed out, and the mixed necrotic iron filled in the flying soil blocks, flying in the air, hitting the wall on the other side, and embedding the soil.
The wall is broken, a large hole, a huge dust spray ...
"Qingzi!" People shouted randomly and jumped out of the dust.
Wu Shi, Xi Mei, Wen Jifei, He Tangtang... they turned around to look for them in the dust.
found it.
A little further away, at the end of this space, Han Qingyu was standing against the wall. His left arm was wrapped in a bloody bandage. A short sword was nailed to his left shoulder socket, and he still held the sword in his right hand...
He was alive, but he was looking at them.
At this moment, men's eyes were red, Rumei and Yin Caixin wow, tears flooded out because of excitement and joy.
Then, they saw Afang Si, who was closer, standing sideways.
"Lao Tzu kills you!" He Tangtang roared.
"Aoko."
"……kill!"
Everyone completed the turn in the moment when the ground was landing and rushed towards Afangis.
"Bang!" Sniper rifle, the bullet passed through the dust.
One figure fell in the dust.
Alphonse's people.
"Praise and chant!"
"Mr. Afangs, they ..."
The briefing was omitted as people were already present.
On the other side of the wall, a large piece of iron plate fell to the ground. Alphonse's men rushed over with the more than 20 diehards who participated, and inserted themselves behind Alphonse and in front of Wu Shi and others.
However, their effect is only a slight hindrance at most.
Alphonse added one super, two top-levels, and about twenty people.
Han Qingyu plus seven.
In this battle, Xiuxian sharp will still win without a doubt.
At this moment, everything just depends on whether Han Qingyu can hold up Alphonse's last kill. If he can hold on, they will win; if he can't hold on, Alphonse will turn around and start massacring in cooperation with the super.
Both the enemy and ourselves are well aware of this.
So Alphonse didn’t look back…
And opposite him,
Han Qingyu still stood by the wall, his eyes just as just now, and the knife holding the right hand was just like it just now.
The only difference was that the knuckles of his crippled left hand moved slightly, and the sword on the ground moved slightly. The bandages wrapped around his body gradually became tight and torn.
In his body, all the devouring energy accumulated during the tolerance was surging in pain.
