"Dragon! Lao Tzu's dragon...... Lao Tzu's mighty dragon!"

It's been a long time, and the little prince hasn't thought about it anymore, he wants to stew Han Qingyu and gnaw his bones, but at this moment, he complained and regretted again.

He didn't know that in fact, Qingzi's control of the dead iron was probably unrelated to the decay, but he felt that it was precisely because of the appearance of the lava dragon that there was this shocking scene.

He can't be said to be wrong about this idea.

It was indeed because of the appearance of the decay and the outbreak that Han Qingyu regained his peak combat power at this moment. This peak was the first time he had touched it, and the level of combat power was still better than that sword of the zenith.

Judging by this, at least at this moment, Han Qingyu stood on the top of the dome, more than half a step.

"What about Dai? It's a pity. In his mind, regretful thoughts flashed, and Han Qingyu contemplated, sensing the arrival of the tens of thousands of dead iron blades behind him.

The dragon is fading.

In fact, the solidified appearance of that thing still can't be determined to be a dragon, it is not so delicate and noble, with thorns on its back, and the whole is full of primitive roughness, wild and violent, more like an absolutely evil beast.

But the little prince stubbornly thought so, and when he saw that the dragon's body was fading, he unconsciously felt a little reluctant, and then suddenly became worried:

"Aoko's situation doesn't seem to be so easy. ”

There are very few people who are aware of this change like the little prince. Because at this time, almost all the eyes of those who were watching at the scene and in the rear were attracted by the streamer giant array in the rear.

No one can estimate how many dead-iron weapons there are.

They have different volumes and shapes, ranging from pillar swords to finger-sized pieces of dead iron, reflecting different brilliance in the flying.

At the same time, I don't know whether it was intentionally or unintentionally arranged, and the huge array came layer by layer, both thick and long.

There are thousands of swords.

Against the wind, it swept over the vast ice fields shrouded in the aurora.

The "Song Song ......" weapon flew on its own, as if countless soldiers were bursting into a sprint.

The ice on the ground is rolled up.

Broken ice and snow were swept into the air, and then they were carried forward together.

Perhaps, this is a blow to the fate of all mankind.

It's close.

A stone's throw away.

The big spiky group finally turned back, but it was too late to move.

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

Kundera has no nationality, he was born in the city of injustice, he is 35 years old this year, and since his youth, he has followed the boss of the Black Fang, in battles and vendettas, has been lucky to survive, married two wives, and has three children...... Until today.

The second array of the stream sharp, the Black Fang Regiment, the ordinary combat power, Alche?? Kundera, killed in the redemption offensive on the Eastern Front of Antarctica, the fourth interception line.

After his death, his sword came across the mountains to the south.

The 22-year-old Corintha has not yet married a wife and is currently in a state of no girlfriend, but because he went to the chaotic land of Injustice with his uncle at the age of 14, he has tasted women for a long time.

Corinther remembered that the first time he had been exchanged for a two-finger-wide piece of dead iron, and that was also the first time he had participated in the siege of the spoils of the Great Tip, and that he had hurried away after the battle and the things were wrapped in bandages.

It wasn't a professional J-girl, at least when she knew her, that's what she said herself, Corintha never saw her on the streets again, and he couldn't remember what the woman looked like.

The first array of the stream sharp, the Guzaza regiment, the B-level combat power, John?? Corinthus, killed in the redemption offensive on the Eastern Front of Antarctica, the sixth interception line, the moment before losing his life, he tried to imagine the woman beautiful.

After his death, his European-style double-sided greatsword came across the mountains to the south.

He Guang, a Chinese Asian, is 44 years old, but he has neither a wife nor children, at least in the Injustice City and Stream Fengrui Nepal base, everyone knows the situation.

In fact, he has, has a wife and children, all of whom are in the logistics base of the Azure headquarters, of which the son is 17 years old, who participated in the test and joined the army last year, and has a very good A+ level integration, and now he is on the Antarctic Peninsula, and he does not know whether he is alive or dead.

He Guang's real identity is a spy, or an undercover agent.

At first, he was an undercover agent for the Azure headquarters in the Injustice City, and later because he was kidnapped, he became an undercover agent of the Geocentric Organization in the Azure and Injustice City, and then he became an undercover agent for the above two companies in the stream......

The third array of the stream is sharp, He Guang's regiment, the head of the regiment He Guang, the top combat force, died in the redemption offensive on the eastern front of Antarctica, and the seventh interception line.

At the moment before losing his life, the head of He Guang thought with a smile, forgive me, when you know all this, in fact, I didn't do anything, I would rather be remembered by you occasionally than being commended by Azure one day.

After his death, his sword came across the mountains to the south.

The stream is sharp all the way to this point, and more than 1,500 soldiers have died along the way, most of whom died after the third interception line, so most of their weapons have come at this moment.

The knives and swords, whistling rapidly in the streamers and the snow and ice, seemed to still say:

"Whatever you want, Major Qing!"

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

"Boom!" Finally, at the threshold of the fate of all mankind, under the gaze of countless eyes, the Dead Iron Streamer Giant Array crashed into the big spike group behind Major Qing.

And Major Qing himself, did not even turn around.

"Huh!" the knife flew, and Kundera's knife sliced through a large, pointed iron armor.

It should be the kidney, I cut its kidney, which is He Tangtang's favorite part to attack.

We always sit together and smoke cigarettes and listen to him show off his achievements and strength, he likes to brag, he always does, and we will really envy it.

Now, haha, finally I've done the same, do you see?!

Kundera had never felt so strong and powerful, and when he cut head-on into the third, pointed body, he thought he was going to stop.

However, no, the war knife rushed into the sky with the big black armor tip that had just completed its turn.

Again in the sky, piercing the past.

"Boom ......" a huge array of dead iron weapons like a storm covered the entire Dajian group.

Because of the presence of the streamers, the satellite images of the refusers showed everything, and they pierced into the black alien battle array, and the sound of dead iron clashing came out.

Iron armor is as thin as paper, at most like an artificial plank.

The big tip began to fall in pieces.

The painful howls of the alien race are like the music of the ice and snow world.

Their huge bodies were swept off the ground, as if they had been struck by ten thousand trains, and flew far away in an instant.

They were rushed into the air, their heavy bodies, twisted and flying......

It fell heavily.

Their stumps and debris were also flying, like a piece of broken ice, sprinkled in the air.

Then, their weapons and fragments of iron armor were taken away by the giant array.

It's over.

It was only a short time, after the Death Iron Giant Array, the scene behind Han Qingyu was like a gust of wind made of knives, blowing through a dense shrub.

The ground was littered with debris from destruction.

Beneath the ruin and desolation, only a few scarred spikes remained, still standing blankly, motionless waiting for death.

No, there is no end......

Because those dead iron weapons did not stop, after passing through a battlefield, they dragged the changing streamer, drew an upward arc, and began to shoot into the air continuously.

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

At this point, even after hearing everything, the warriors of the sharp stream still did not look back, and they did not receive the order to charge.

In the decisive gaze, a large pointed figure is constantly enlarged.

Ahead, the truly deadly Dajian group is already very close, maybe 1,000 meters, maybe 800 meters, and there are only 600 meters left after thinking about it.

An arrow-shaped group of red shoulders, in the middle of that huge formation, maybe 16, 17.

No one in this world can face the rush of 17 red-shouldered corpses at the same time, and no one can meet them - this is the current general understanding and consensus of the human world

The lava dragon in the sky continues to fade......

The little prince's uneasy gaze finally lowered, glanced at Han Qingyu, and saw that he finally moved.

The sword in his right hand did not move, his left hand was raised, and after pulling out the large pillar sword out of his shoulder, he came out of his hand, and then pulled out the second sword in his hand.

"Boom...... The most explosive charge of a giant group of spikes, the sound of the roll alone can almost knock people to the ground.

Against all this, the three arrays of sharp streams continue to wait.

They didn't know what they were waiting for, maybe Wen Jifei's command to charge, maybe death.

If this continues, death may seem inevitable, but ......

Wen Jifei knew that if there should be an order on this battlefield now, then that command could only come from The King, not him.

"Boom!" was too close, and the ice and snow swept up by the big spike swarm like a storm.

Including Wen Jifei, Wu Yi and others, everyone stood in the storm, clenching the weapons in their hands tightly, staring at the front.

Then

"Huh. ”

Perhaps with a soft sound, a blue light fell from the sky.

As the warriors looked forward, a large blue pillar sword suddenly fell.

Without any aggressive fall, it ended up stuck diagonally in the snow, piercing through the ice and standing.

It was not far in front of the large spike charging formation.

Midline position.

Right in front of that horrible group of red-shouldered people.

Standing there alone.

The big spikes continued to rush over.

They will soon cover the pillar sword, 200 meters, 100 meters, 50 meters, 20 meters......

"Ode... Boom!"

Two voices in unison!

A black figure, almost without warning, suddenly smashed into the big tip group, to be precise, into the red shoulder group.

Frontal, blast in.

The warriors saw a little red in the black, a red fire-fighting moth, and two streamers of dead iron swords.

And then for a moment......

"Whew!" the lava dragon in the air roared wildly in a rapid downward swoop.

It rushed above the big spike and roared as if it were against the whole big spike.

It faded, its light and shadow expanding, and finally shattered above the heads of the big spikes with a roar.

...... The reddish-yellow of the lava shattered in the air, swinging away like glowing powder.

"Boom!" "Boom!" the subway weapons in the sky, blast down.