Behind the vast group of sharp swords, a man drew his sword.
The first sound was the sound of the sword being unsheathed and scraping across the dead iron hook. It was thick, strong and intense. The sound originated from the person's shoulder and back, and the point where the real crack came out seemed to be somewhere in mid-air.
Then, the ending is sharp, like the thinnest and sharpest blade in the air.
The source energy covers the entire surrounding ice sheet, pressing down in the low altitude, almost condensing into a substantial sound wave, which stretches endlessly, like fine waves on the sea, pushing forward layer by layer, gradually passing over the heads of the big peaks, and spreading to the front. .
Just like this, as the sound wave pushed forward, the entire black mass of large peaks, the terrifying and ferocious alien formation, seemed to be in order, turning layer by layer to look at the man and the knife in his hand.
The Rejectors' detection images could only capture the overall or partial overall situation of the battlefield, but could not capture details on the ground, so they could not see Han Qingyu at all. The scene they saw now was just that the large group of sharp peaks chasing behind Xiuxian sharp suddenly stopped, and then, the array of Xiuxian sharp also gradually stopped.
"Are they going to have a decisive battle here?"
"That's right. Instead of continuing forward, hitting the blocking defense line, and being attacked from both sides at the same time, it's better to fight here first."
"But they can't get into positional warfare!"
Once trapped in a positional battle, Xixi Fengrui is destined to lose sight of the traction field. Then, all hopes of the entire Antarctic battlefield, which has just seen the dawn, will be shattered.
All of a sudden, all kinds of worries, despair, suggestions, inquiries, and discussions were transmitted crazily. The blue communication system across the entire front line and behind it exceeded its maximum load in less than twenty seconds.
Then, in less than two seconds, Speaker Kemore decisively ordered to close the direct lines to all front armies around the world. Go to your grandpa and ask.
"Excuse me... beep." The communication was restored, and the rejecter asked Wen Jifei urgently, but the frequency band was cut off by Wen Jifei in an instant.
Are you angry?
Still desperate?
Fortunately, the Rejectors also have direct contact with war reporters Ashley and Ian.
"What's going on over there now?" the correspondent asked anxiously.
"I don't know." Looking at the large group of stopped people from a distance, her eyes were dull but there was a tiny light shining in them. Ashley thought and said, "But, I think..."
I thought, maybe it was him? Whether it's him after recovery or not.
Ashley knew that man too well.
However, because of the military situation, she did not say it for the time being.
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In fact, at this moment, only Wen Jifei in the entire stream actually saw Han Qingyu.
Although Captain Mira also has a sniper rifle and a sniper scope, at this time, she is at a low place and is quickly looking for a shooting position. This is the quality of a sniper. She does not ask what is happening on the battlefield first, but first finds her own battlefield. Location.
Then, Wu Shi knew who was coming, because he was also a top super player and was very familiar with that person. In addition, Xi Mei, He Tangtang, and the young prince... probably all have guesses.
"Grass!" The moment he saw Qingzi, Wen Jifei's nerves, which were tense to the limit, suddenly relaxed a bit like a string beating.
It's like a huge boulder above your head has been removed, and it's like giving up all unnecessary struggles and letting it fall down.
Anyway, everyone is here. I thought that Han Qingyu after amnesia would be quite obedient. At least he didn't have any ideas... It was a mistake. If so, what else could he think about? That's it, do it.
Then, Wen Jifei's mood suddenly became chaotic again. He was too tired. For a moment, he wanted to cry, laugh, curse, say hello, ask... With his left hand holding a gun to his shoulder, Wen Jifei raised his right hand, Quickly switch to a personal call channel.
Xixi Fengrui's highest-level call authority is now in Wen Jifei's hands, so he doesn't need Qingzi to take the initiative to answer.
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"Finally, they're really looking at me." The big jian group stopped and turned back. Han Qingyu thought to himself, raised his head, and looked at the big jian array in front of him that finally faced him.
If the distance were any closer, he would have to raise his head, but fortunately, there was still some distance.
"Why haven't you rushed over?! Are you waiting for Dai Er's order? You're not afraid of me, are you? These things don't seem to know how to be afraid." For now, we can only see the large sharp group, and we haven't seen the sharp stream yet. Han Qingyu was actually a little anxious.
At this moment, "Boom!" The Dajian crowd suddenly moved and rushed toward him.
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In the end, Wen Jifei didn't have time to say a word to Han Qingyu. The intercom was on, and he suddenly turned his head and said, "Help him!"
It was just the sound of drawing a sword. Wen Jifei was not sure of Qingzi's current situation and state. As for his behavior of standing alone behind the large sharp formation, he could probably do it even if his strength had not recovered.
Even if he recovers, it is still dangerous for him to face the charge of such a huge group of sharp points alone! After all, even at the peak of human combat power, defense is still insufficient.
Therefore, Wen Jifei was anxious. He didn't care if he couldn't get into a positional battle, and he didn't think about the traction field yet. He shouted desperately.
Followed by, "Song, sing, sing, sing..."
There were three sharp formations in the stream, all of which quickly completed their turns.
Body turned.
The direction of the sword.
There is someone behind the Dajian group, maybe one person, someone who can make the entire Dajian group stop, someone who can make Wen Jifei shout back and help him in this situation on today's battlefield.
Who he could be, anyone with a sharp edge could figure it out with the handle of a knife.
But, has he recovered? Everyone was guessing and thinking. The excitement in their hearts had just started to rise, but they were forcefully suppressed by themselves. Because this journey has been too bitter. After it is too bitter, people are afraid of hope and are afraid of being disappointed.
The only thing he didn't hesitate to do was take action, the source energy exploded, and the array started.
This time, it was the Dajian group who was caught in a double attack.
Of course, there was still a long distance between the two sides, but Han Qingyu was very close.
The dense group of sharp peaks were confused for a moment, and they all felt that they should turn back to attack, but they couldn't safely turn back.
That person is a great threat. They know who that person is. Dai Er just said it.
On the ice field battlefield, on the way through the extreme traction field, a strange scene occurred:
A series of ferocious and tall black armor, holding a pillar sword in both hands, like a panicked little animal biting its own tail, turning around, around, around...
In the end, they formed a position that looked barely reasonable, with the entire formation divided into two parts, side positions. Part of the deflection angle was backward, mainly facing the direction of the sharp stream, while the other part was turned sideways to Han Qingyu's side. The general formation was divided into four points, with their backs offsetting each other.
In this way, Han Qingyu saw the sharpness of the stream coming from the opposite side.
The sharp soldiers of Xixi also saw the figure holding the sword...
For a moment, there was no time to express any emotions or feelings. Only the more and more frantic charging footsteps told how much they wanted to fight with him again.
"Yes, Major Qing." Ashley said numbly into the intercom.
"..." The other person was stunned for half a second: "He has recovered?!"
"I don't know." Mira came back to her senses, quickly turned her head to look at Ian, and the two understood.
At the same time, Han Qingyu's voice came from Wen Jifei's intercom, saying firmly and unquestionably:
"Don't come over, keep your distance, and be careful to defend your back."
Han Qingyu heard the words "help him" just now, so he knew that he was talking to the plague chicken. He also listened to the battlefield intelligence and knew that there was a huge group of sharp points ahead. Once this side fell into a melee, it was likely to come.
He also knew that Xixi Fengrui wanted to continue to move forward. What they wanted was a breakthrough, not annihilation, and they could not delay too much time.
Also, what he saw along the way, the battlefield after the death battle, the brothers who fell along the way... were already too many.
"Wait for me to come over." Han Qingyu said.
Wait, is this bastard giving orders?
"Okay." Maybe it felt like someone was helping him make the decision. It was so good that Wen Jifei subconsciously agreed.
The order came out, and Xixi sharply formed three formations. With hesitation, he ordered and prohibited, stopped and formed a defensive formation.
At this time, they were still a certain distance away from the Dajian group.
Because of this sudden change, the Dajian group became commotion again. After a brief hesitation, they remained slightly alert and turned more attention to one side, that person.
"What's the matter, plague chicken?!" Of course, Xi Mei also saw Qingzi, because she didn't understand why Wen Jifei suddenly ordered the entire army to stop and refused to help him. She was a little anxious and her tone was not good.
"He said he was coming." When Wen Jifei said this, the whole army was talking to him.
So, with expectations and huge worries, all eyes passed through the large pointed formation and looked over there.
This is a very thick group of big spikes, and the array is also very long. It has accumulated the remaining big spikes from multiple defense lines along the way. Although there are very few red shoulders among them, the number is really terrifying, and it is so dark. , suffocating.
"……coming."
"Be ready to rush in at any time."
"clear."
Han Qingyu moved, but still carried three weapons on his back without taking action. He held the death iron sword horizontally with one hand. He stepped forward, and his pace gradually quickened.
150 meters, 100 meters, 50 meters, 20 meters...
"Ouch!" Finally, a large blue-colored tip roared out and rushed out of the array.
In fact, they had just received the order from Dai Er, which was to wait, watch and wait, delaying time, waiting for the Red Shoulders to return reinforcements, and the large sharp group in front was assembled, and then attack from both sides.
However, after all, most of the big peaks here are low-level existences. Faced with oppression, they cannot fully understand and obey.
Run-up, burst out, the blue-tipped heavy body was launched like a cannonball, slightly lifted into the air, and slashed towards Han Qingyu with swords in both hands.
"Wow!" There was a burst of exclamation from the sharp stream formation.
If this was The King before, they certainly wouldn't have to worry so much, but now, they don't know what is going on with Han Qingyu.
They have all seen that little idiot for a long time.
"Huh!" Han Qingyu put away the knife and waved his arm again. What he swung out was not the blade, but the blade.
"Bang!" The blade of the death iron sword hit the blue pointed chest heavily.
In an instant, the armor collapsed, and the large blue-pointed body died in the air. Like flesh and blood squeezed by a demon, it burst out from the cracks in the armor. The huge and heavy body flew away at a speed several times faster than when it came. , smashed heavily into the large group of sharp points.
Seems to have recovered?
At least some recovery.
The sharp soldiers of the stream thought.
If Pegmont were here, he would say: Hahaha, he must have recovered. At least his annoying appearance has completely recovered.
Then, he will see what may be the most pretentious scene in human history.
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In the big array.
At the moment when the blue-tinted big spikes were knocked away, there was almost no gap between them, and two more big spikes had already leapt to kill them. At the same time, the entire large group of sharp peaks on both sides began to compress towards Han Qingyu...
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
The two big bodies in the air, the hands holding the swords suddenly dropped, and then their heads dropped, their bodies lost control in the air, fell freely, and hit the ice.
died.
All dead.
This time, Major Qing didn't even swing his sword.
"..." At this point, no one can understand it.
They look forward to King's recovery and being as powerful as he was before, but what is this? !
No one had time to sigh or ask questions.
Because, Major Qing's steps forward through the formation did not stop. He had already walked into the group of Dajian, stepped over the corpses of Dajian on the ground, and was still walking forward.
The large groups on both sides seemed to have finally gone crazy and swarmed towards him.
"Pah, pah, pah, pah..." In fact, there was no sound, or in other words, there was no sound of fighting, but only the sound of Dajian's heavy body falling.
On both sides of Major Qing's forward direction, those big peaks that were rushing forward were falling one by one.
Falling down one by one.
Falling down row after row.
There were as few as two or three at a time, and as many as a dozen or twenty at a time. They were like dominoes, falling forward and falling...
They appear to be completely untouched by direct attack.
Some bodies suddenly stiffened during the charge, their bodies moved forward due to inertia, and they fell headlong.
Some of them knelt heavily on the ice with a loud click. Then, their heads dropped with a click, and they just knelt aside and died.
"what is this?"
As a creature that is very good at imagining, human beings have always had high expectations and fantasies about the combat power of source energy.
But this kind of fantasy, no matter how perverted it is, still has traces to follow, and there are battle logic and rules. It should be a strong collision of source energy, destroying the world...
Rather than suddenly turning into witchcraft and magic.
Seeming to be a little tired, Major Qing was still walking forward, and along the way, the big peaks were still falling.
No one can understand it anymore.
But one thing can be determined and recorded in the history books of Blue Future.
In the past, humans have been suffering from the inefficiency of their high-end combat power against ordinary big guns. Even super combat power has no range of damage. Maybe the only ones in the world are General Pochen's chain hammer and Army Commander Chen Buxu's red-cutting knife. , can be slightly more efficient.
Now, the first weapon of mass destruction in the history of human energy force appears.
Its name is Han Qingyu.
There are many nicknames, The King, The Qing Major, that bastard...the human weapon.
"How's it going? Do you see clearly?" At this time, the young prince had already secretly put on the life source energy block that he just said he didn't want. Together with Wu Shi and other members of the core team, he stood next to Wen Jifei and asked.
"Well, do you remember that Qingzi used to be able to control dead iron within a certain range?" Wen Jifei, holding the square's lament without looking away from the sniper scope, nodded, then moved his throat and said:
"Behind those big pointed right shoulders, cracks appeared out of thin air in the armor, folding out a triangular piece of dead iron, stabbing inwards..."
"I think it was the piece of iron that pierced the shoulder blade and penetrated the diamond-shaped red dot."
