Before Han Qingyu came back from Xilang Peak, Han Qingyu specially asked the regiment to help make it and brought it to the headquarters, one large and one small, to put the blue starlight pillar sword.

Lao Geng, the canteen uncle from the 425 regiment headquarters base, took over the job and was happy and busy for a day and a night.

"Good boy. Good things have to be hidden. He deliberately asked the head of the regiment to speak, saying: "You kid is the best place compared to our king team back then, the king team is too shy and too embarrassed." ”

The head of the regiment, Li Wangqiang, said that this was a good word.

Now, although the red-shouldered pillar sword in Han Qingyu's hands is not too much of a secret, it is still not good to be directly exposed to an occasion like the All-Army Conference.

Then because it's not in your own nest, you don't feel at ease when you put things in the room, so you can only pack them directly. Wherever people stand or sit, the long wooden box is placed aside and leaning against it.

Han Qingyu believed that at least in the near future, as long as this thing was still in his hands, no one would dare to reach out to him and ask him. He had just made such a great contribution at Xilang Peak, and Weilan hadn't even given him a reward, so he took his things first?

In addition, the severity of the injuries on his body is unknown to others. If necessary, he can pass out and die anytime, anywhere.

As for scientific research, doesn't Lu Shen still have one? He will definitely hand it in.

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

At this time, the Azure Chinese Runner-up Front, the only sighting of the Legion, Legion Square. The venue of the Chinese Runner-up All-Army Conference was trampled on, and this person's name was Ye Jian.

The genius boy on the scene brazenly slashed one of the strongest human beings in the battle, and the first collision was already decided, but the aftermath was not over.

With the roar of a black wooden box, it tumbled open...... The large blue starlight pillar sword fell horizontally and landed in front of Han Qingyu.

It's not over yet! He's coming!

The crowd looked up after a mixture of exclamations.

It's a very complex psychology:

Don't go, that's Ye Jian!

What if he cut Ye Jian over?

This big sword looks so powerful.

So handsome!

Handsome is dead!

But if you're handsome, you might really die!

“...... Isn't it? The big sword was pulled out. Ye Jian saw this scene and saw the starlight pillar sword, and felt a little helpless, "This group of little perverts, one by one, can't communicate well?!"

From He Tangtang, who chased him with a knife and scolded him on the street at Xilang Peak, to Wen Jifei, who was so cheap that he was speechless, to the two top just now, and then to this Han Qingyu, they all seemed to be together.

Everything seemed to pause for a moment, and then, "Whew!" the wind started.

The pillar sword began to fall in the air, Han Qingyu stretched out his right hand to catch it, and at the same time his body began to rush forward.

His figure was slightly tilted to the left, and there was a slight leaning forward, the wind brought up by the speed tugging at his clothes and hair.

The person stepped forward, and the starlight pillar sword, which seemed to be too big for a long night in comparison, was left behind the body.

Then, it was driven by Han Qingyu's surging source energy with his whole body, and began to rotate clockwise.

The speed of this initial rotation did not seem to be fast, and in the process of rotation, Han Qingyu made a coherent movement, stretched out his left hand to grasp it, and changed from one hand to a two-handed sword.

"Boom!" The moment he grasped it in his left hand, a huge burst of source energy exploded.

The speed of the pillar sword's movement exploded at the same time, and the sound of the air drumming suddenly changed from the sound of the wind to the sound of the tide, hunting, surging.

A feeling of oppression like waves accumulating at the bottom of the sea and rolling against the surrounding water began to spread.

This is a horizontal slash that Han Qingyu did his best.

"This kid is so strong...... It's a pity that the person opposite is Ye Jian. "The higher-ranking officers and some veterans on the scene, they probably know the terrifying degree of Ye Jian's strength, back then, he was already terrifying, and now, it is said that he has reached the level where he can challenge the commander of the regiment.

"Yes, it's fast, too, and I won't be able to catch it if I put it...... But it's not enough for Shang Ye Jane, so it can't be killed. "There are top ...... present, they have vision and knowledge, so what they are thinking about at the moment is not whether Han Qingyu can be killed, but whether they can be killed."

This blow, if Ye Jian wanted to avoid it and wanted to enter the crowd, it would be difficult for Han Qingyu to even hit it.

In fact, how could Han Qingyu himself not know this? Facing Ye Jian, he didn't want to fight this fight at all, let alone whimsically hope to win.

He only wanted to be able to block Ye Jian's time to enter the crowd a little, whether he wanted to run, or if he would hurt people or take hostages.

As for just now, such a big field...... Han Qingyu originally wanted to shrink back honestly, just protect it and stagger.

Then not far from him, there were two other people standing there in a panic, and he couldn't look past them, so he pulled them over, and then he found that there were still a lot of people in front of him who couldn't fight...... I really couldn't take care of it, so as soon as his brain was hot, he went straight to it.

As a result, it was cut lightly.

"No......" The time was too short, and the top sentence he opened couldn't finish in the end, what he wanted to say was: No, that horizontal slash was very weird.

"What the hell is this?!" As the person who faced this blow head-on, Ye Jian naturally discovered this earlier than the veterans.

He had fought many people who were stronger than Han Qingyu, but he had never faced such a strange slashing trajectory...... It was as if the pillar sword was following his mind, constantly teleporting slightly and changing angles.

Is his control of weapons so terrifying? Or does this sword take the initiative to listen to him? Even if you don't rely on the swing of your arm, you can change your trajectory?!

In this case, Ye Jian couldn't choose to dodge, in case he made a mistake and was hit in the back...... He has already been burned today, if he is cut on the spot by a junior again, and he is injured in the back?!

You must know that although her reputation in Azure is very poor, Ye Jian's own image has always been well maintained.

Thinking of this, Ye Jian originally jumped towards the body of the crowd, and in an instant, he made a wrong step in the air, and he chose to turn around and slash...... He pulled out the second knife on his back.

"It's a good time!" In addition to the life source energy, Ye Jian did his best.

"Boom!" The moment the collision appeared, the local air condensed like substance, and the gray-white air flow was visible to the naked eye, like a storm, wantonly turbulent from the center of the collision...... Spread out.

The council and the people in the scientific research and medical systems who did not have time to go far were overturned. Screams of panic rang out.

"Ding!" The sound that appeared almost at the same time was muffled by the sound of the collision erupting, but Ye Jian heard it himself.

"Poof!" Han Qingyu's figure flew out upside down again, and the person vomited blood in the air.

And this time, he completely lost control of his body.

As Ye Jian said, he is good, but it is not enough...... It's still a long way off.

At the same time, Ye Jian's figure fell to the ground.

With his hands hanging down, two knives in his hands... Shank.

"Grass..."It's ugly.

Then the crowd "Wow!"

"What's wrong?!"

"Ye Jiandao is gone. ”

On September 1, 1991, at the Azure Chinese Runner-up Army Conference, Legion Square, 20-year-old Han Qingyu cut Ye Jian's knife away.