Like a distant picture of a science fiction movie, the sword flashed around, and they saw that Qingzi had smashed a gap in the dark big pointed group, about a circle.

The ice there is exposed, reflecting the aurora in the sky.

This scene fell on the ice rock, especially in the high-altitude image of the refuser, as if a colorful light suddenly shot out of a huge black hole.

So, even the people in front of the TV know this moment, this is the first time that Major Qing is alone again.

With the location of his whereabouts as the center, some of the large-pointed corpses flew up with blood spraying in the air, and the other part smashed backwards like cannonballs, smashing several corpses in a row before being held up by their dense formation.

This made the round light temporarily magnify a little.

The wounded young major, in terms of combat strength, still maintained a completely crushing posture against the low-level big tip.

However, in the next second, visible to the naked eye, as visible as satellite images, the entire large sharp group around the traction field began to flow.

This scene gives the visual impression of a huge black swamp that begins to flow slowly.

Because it's big, so far away, the flow seems slow at first glance, but it's full of heaviness and power, as if it can crush everything.

In fact, the impact of the big spikes certainly cannot be slow, they rush like torrents and tides......

The big spikes in front of them continued to die, and their corpses on the ground kept growing.

Major Qing kills very quickly, very quickly.

However, as if he didn't feel anything, the large sharp group behind him was still circulating from all directions, squeezing up, desperately shooting at him.

The colored aperture is shrinking, and the empty circle is shrinking, getting smaller and smaller, getting smaller and smaller......

At this point, the answer is already obvious, even Major The Green will not be able to sustain such a battle and attrition for a long time.

"Come back, Aoko!" Seeing that the colored light in the black hole was getting dimmer and dimmer, and the circle was almost shrunk to the point where she couldn't stretch out to make an attack, the rusty girl shouted anxiously.

"Song!" There was no love battle, Han Qingyu came out, his body relied on the traction of the large pillar sword, and suddenly shot out of the encirclement diagonally without preparing for action at all.

But even so, "Whew!" on the ice rock, 4,500 people still screamed at the same time.

Because they all watched it, the scene of Han Qingyu getting out this time not only didn't look as easy as in the past, but also extremely thrilling.

At the moment when his body detached, four red shoulders suddenly rose up in the big spike group at the same time, slashing at him from four angles, like a closed lid, trying to slash him back into the ground encirclement.

By the slightest margin, Han Qingyu was not cut down, and the pillar sword brushed his body.

The man swung his sword as he flew through the air, slashing through a dozen pillar swords that had been stabbed upward, and then five or six bodies flew up in the air, as if preparing to carry him down the big point.

Get out.

The trumpet pillar sword was on the ice, and it was pressed by a group of big tips, and it was not easy to follow like a fish struggling to break through the net.

Reaching out to catch the pillar sword in the air, Han Qingyu's figure fell back on the ice rock and stood head-on.

At this point, the rest of the people found that although he was not injured, there were already three marks on his combat uniform that had been broken by the tip of the pillar sword.

He almost got hurt.

............

Around the traction field, the big sharp group did not chase out as expected.

At the same time, the gap that Han Qingyu had opened just now had also been completely filled, and at a glance, it was still dense, like a swamp, as if they had no loss at all.

In this case, the damage caused by slashing and killing dozens of large spikes is not even visible.

"Whew...... Huh...... "The consumption is a little beyond imagination, Han Qingyu took a deep breath, finally calmed down, turned his head, and found that everyone was looking at him.

"What's wrong?"

After asking, he lowered his head, and Han Qingyu himself realized that in just such a short period of time, the ice under his feet had accumulated a whole pile of bloodstains.

This time, almost everyone saw the blood, including the warriors in the array.

Major Qing's bleeding state was obviously not caused by the tearing of his combat uniforms in those places, so he was actually seriously injured before this attempt, most likely when the Ten Thousand Blades came to the court.

It's just that he covered up the injury, and it wasn't until now that it was finally fully exposed.

"Poof!" Since this is the case, there is no need to pretend anymore, Han Qingyu simply squirted a mouthful of blood, raised his hand to wipe his mouth and said, "Damn, I was accidentally injured." ”

What the hell is this, it's called accidentally hurting a little bit?!

Dot?!

Everyone was thinking, but no one paid attention to him.

"The distance is too far, and the traction range of the pillar sword is limited, so I can't bomb it from a distance. Han Qingyu found his own words, continued to speak, and stretched out his finger to the traction field.

The traction field was in the distance, surrounded by layers of large spikes, and it was extremely tightly filled.

And then there's the blue light that shrouds the outside of it. Han Qingyu knew that it was not an energy shield in a science fiction movie at all, but a super source energy gravity field.

Therefore, in the case of too far away, it is difficult for the detached pillar sword to reach it, and even if it can barely reach it, it is estimated that it will be difficult to pass through it under heavy pressure.

There was a brief silence.

Everyone knows that the big tip group behind is coming, and Dai Uh is also coming...... Time is running out for the game, and all they can do is make one last attempt.

The Storm Leader took a step forward, "Do what the little prince said." ”

Xiao Wangye's method is actually very simple, that is, to go together, but instead of rushing directly, Han Qingyu and Wu Yi and others will first open the gap, and then the sharp battle formation of the stream will be embedded to support the gap.

High-end combat forces form groups, attack step by step, and the rear battle formation will follow and support forward step by step.

In this case, the battle formation has only one function, to hold the gap, prevent the flow and closure of the big tip group, and open a "sandwich" for the high-end combat force group in the big tip group, so that they can keep moving forward without caring about the behind.

This kind of support will be the inevitable price of death, to withstand and delay for a longer time, so that the high-end combat force group can advance to a distance that can attack the traction field as a victory, and be swallowed step by step, and finally the entire army will be annihilated as the only result.

The hope of "victory" is actually slim, but they can only try, and then how far they can hold out and how far they can send high-end combat forces.

"Decide, Aoko, you're running out of time. Guzaza opened his mouth to speak, talking about both the time of the battlefield and his own time limit.

At this moment, all eyes fell on Han Qingyu's face.

Those bastards...... Laughing.

With the relief that he was going to die in the end, the determination of the last attack, and the last time he could "do whatever you wanted", he smiled unscrupulously.

The oath that once seemed like a joke, they did.

Although in the end, they were not able to reach the top of the dome with the banner of the young major, but at least, they did, and on the way to follow him, they fought to the end and fell into ashes.

"Decide. "Yes, Aoko. "Decide, get it!" shouted the bastards like scoundrels urging the two sides of the conflict to hurry up and fight at the entrance of the vegetable market.

There was no discipline at all.

There was no excitement at all.

"......" Han Qingyu raised his eyes, swept his gaze, waited for them to calm down, hesitated, struggled, maybe three seconds, four seconds, spoke, and said:

"Let me try again. ”

The tone of this sentence is like a pleading.

Time is running out, Han Qingyu wants to try again, one last time.

In fact, he felt that the warriors still had a chance to survive, and the conjecture and reasoning in his heart, or the expectation and fantasy:

As long as the traction field falls, and Dai Uh is desperately killed, the big sharp group will be chaotic and will completely collapse, and in that case, there may still be some fighters in the stream and may be able to leave Antarctica alive.

"But......" said the Storm Leader, wanting to say that it was your injury, but how to try this.

"I said, I'll try again. Han Qingyu rarely spoke in such a stern tone, especially this person, who was the leader of the iron-blooded tough guy storm that he had always respected.

After saying that, he turned around directly, Han Qingyu stretched out his hand and asked Rusty Sister to give him the pillar sword, and then stretched out his hand and asked Wu Yi to give him the other pillar sword that he had obtained before, but had never been used to.

"You...... What are you going to do?" the little prince asked in confusion.

"Have you ever seen a water drift? I'm going to do a water drift. Han Qingyu replied in a relaxed tone.

............

There are a total of four pillar swords, all of which have completed the bone source penetration and can be traction, Han Qingyu still left one on the ice rock, stood up, and then carried two of them behind him.

"That's the benefit of having four rows of hooks on the back. "I don't have a talent for telling jokes, and Major Qing told a very unnutritious joke, so he only laughed a little.

I didn't feel embarrassed, I turned my head and said directly to Wen Jifei: "Come on!"

Come, at the same time as speaking, the small pillar sword in Han Qingyu's hand was taken out of his hand again, this time, it was thrown higher and farther, and in the end, the location where it fell was bound to go deeper into the big sharp group.

This distance is already close to the limit of Han Qingyu's pillar sword traction.

Suddenly, under the agitation of the source energy of "ongnong ......", a strange sound of scale and frequency sounded, covering the large sharp group.

Relying on "nepotism", the four pairs of big-pointed vocal simulators brought back from the training class were taken out for the first time and started working at the same time.

"Dai Uh, it's dead!"

"On the battlefield of the Western Front, Dai Ergang was killed!"

"Dai uh is dead!"

"The whole army retreats! Quickly, retreat ......"

The last trick that has been hidden until now, I don't know the effect, but I used it...... The big sharp group was confused for a moment, and Wen Jifei saw it in the sniper scope, they all seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then turned their heads one after another.

However, they do not turn their heads in the same direction.

This probably means that Dai Uh is not in the formation, or they don't know where it is, at least, they haven't received negative messages and orders for the time being.

Anyway, chances, opportunities in the crevices are also opportunities.

The trumpet pillar sword in the air fell down and fell into the big tip group, and was pressed by the big tip group that reacted around it.

"Boom!" The sword streamered, and Han Qingyu's figure once again blasted into the big tip group.

In a position farther away than just now, a gap was blasted out again.

But, unlike just now, this time he didn't fight there.

Above the large black pointed group, the blue light flashed, and the second pillar sword was out of his hand, almost shooting flat.

This time, Han Qingyu didn't wait for it to land, but followed it directly, flying above the heads of the big sharp group.

Countless pillar swords slashed at him along the way, and countless large spikes jumped up and pounced on him.

Relying on his own strength, as well as the close traction of the last pillar sword, constantly displacing in a small area, Han Qingyu's figure was like a zigzag lightning dodging, no one could see his movements clearly, but they could all see that he was moving forward, all the way forward, straight into the depths of the big sharp group......

It's a pity, "When!"

The young major was not cut off, but the pillar sword that was fired horizontally in front of him was finally slashed by two red shoulders.

When a bang falls into the big spike group.

People follow the pillar sword and begin to show a downward trend......

"Boom!" Han Qingyu slashed over.

Turning over sideways, the left-handed war knife was chopped out, slashing the red shoulder pillar sword, and while bounced up slightly, the right hand "swished", and the last blue light pillar sword was taken out of his hand......

Then, in the big sharp group, the person just clicked and went again with the pillar sword.

Go deep into the big spikes.

Head to the traction field.