Tonight, here. It was dark, and the surrounding grasslands were open and unobstructed.

However, no one can leave.

From the moment they hid in the dark, luring the big tip to the Azure ordinary squad again and again, using innocent civilians as "shackles" and bait to contain and kill the Azure warriors.

The concept of killing no longer exists here with Wen Jifei and Han Qingyu.

All they are going to do is to throw these filthy demons of humanity back under the millstones of purgatory.

The gentle sound of the wind in the darkness swept across the vast plains.

The sparse blades of grass on the low dirt slopes swayed in the car lights.

The two headlights of the off-road jeep parked not far away were on, and the bright yellow light was scattered, enveloping all the more than 30 people in the innocent purgatory under the dirt slope, and shining out the hesitant and uneasy faces.

The man standing in the car had a crossarm gun, the thick barrel extending between light and darkness, and the muzzle of the black hole and the round beam of the strong flashlight moved slowly, stopping on every frightened face, passing by.

Just now, they were laughing at the man who used the gun in the Source Energy World, and now tilted his head slightly, hiding half of his face behind the sniper scope......

The corners of the other half of his face were upturned, pulling out an inexplicable arc that was both hideous and brilliant, and his lips moved silently and gently.

"What is he doing?!"

"Perhaps, counting. ”

Not long ago, they had hidden in the dark, playfully watching an ordinary Azure squad fight to the death with the Pan-Blue Peak, and watching Iqbal flee with the family of three in fear and crying.

Now, standing here is being nodd.

Wen Jifei is indeed counting.

“31...... 35, 36, not counting the one who died just now, there are still thirty-six in total. Wen Jifei smiled and said from afar: "You can start, Qingzi." ”

Because of his words, one syllable in it...... Everyone down the slope suddenly became agitated again, and they turned their gaze back to the figure standing nearby.

Han Qingyu stood on the top of the dirt slope, standing with his backlight, which made his face and expression difficult to see clearly. He held an azure sword in his left hand, which naturally fell by his side, and his right hand was empty.

"Yes, that person, The qing?!"

"He's The King?!"

There is nothing wrong with the Chinese sub-people.

Young, there's nothing wrong with that.

"But I've heard that The king is a double knife, he ...... Another knife? ...... just now."

The crowd suddenly fell silent from the chatter with each other. Then, as if in turn, he turned his head and looked in a certain direction in the darkness.

There was a teammate they had just fled on their own, and now it was a corpse.

Something, killed him with a single blow in the dark...... If it can be determined that it was not the bullet that was ultimately fatal, then perhaps...... Is it the rumored The King's signature knife slash?

The one just now is a Chinese subperson, the only Chinese subperson in this innocent purgatory team here, and he just shouted "Run".

"Damn, if it was, he should have called out that name. ”

As soon as the words fell.

In the darkness, in the wind, the soft sound of the death iron blade whirling, suddenly became clear.

The speaker jerked his head up.

In his sight, the figure standing on the slope was unhurriedly, raising his right hand, which was now empty.

"Huhuhuhu...... Syllable. ”

A whirling sword emerged from the darkness in an arc, landing exactly in the palm of his right hand, and was grasped.

“The king！”

"It's him!"

Chaotic and frightened cries rang out in an instant. They don't have the time or mind to doubt or think anymore.

"I've always been bad at English, me. You must shout like this...... It's better to call me Major Qing. ”

There was some helplessness in his tone, and Han Qingyu, who was a failed student in the college entrance examination, frowned. If the coherent pronunciation of Han Qingyu's three words is really so difficult for you, will Major Qing be better?!

No one responded to him. At this moment, at least half of the 36 remaining people in the Innocence Purgatory immediately began to flee into the surrounding darkness.

The roar of the source energy erupted in different sizes and scattered in all directions.

"Song!" suddenly suppressed all the sounds.

"Bang!" the sniper gun rang out, and the straight beam of the flashlight shone into the black field with the muzzle of the gun.

"Whoosh!" Han Qingyu's left-hand knife came out of his hand with a low sound, silently melting into the night.

"Boom!" Major Qing raised his sword in his right hand, and in the scattered earth and rocks, in an instant that he could not see the side, he drummed into the enemy group head-on.

Teal's revenge began.

"Damn, I was knocked down by a bullet, I ......" "Bang." "Hit and fell while running, the person who was just about to get up fell down again, and then stopped moving.

"Go kill the ...... with the gun"

"Those three civilians should be caught. ”

"The other can kill...... Just that little girl is enough. ”

There were suggestions and instructions in the shouts, but those who went to try it, died.

The light circles an open field, and no one can pass through.

Then, "Shoot down that knife, chop that knife out of the air." Otherwise, we'll all die tonight. ”

"When!" Finally, the sword that was spinning in the air was slashed by Lucky and flew out.

"I hit! I hit, run......" "Bang." ”

A sudden pain in the back of his neck turned into a sharp pain, and blood gushed down his back...... The body of the person who shouted was about to be activated, and suddenly froze: What is this? Another knife? Why?

In the midst of painful incomprehension and doubts, people slowly collapsed.

"He's got no weapons! ”

The crowd who knew that they had nowhere to escape, some of them took the opportunity to turn around and kill Han Qingyu.

"Bang... When!"

The combat knife flying in the air was hit by a bullet and reversed direction.

A figure like the wind, reaching out to catch the war knife accurately in the rapid movement, turned at an acute angle, and reflexively slashed away.

"Boom!" an enemy with decent combat strength desperately blocked this blow, was seriously injured, and was slashed out.

"Bang!"

A bullet, the moment he flew in the air and the source energy was surging again, was ready to hit his eyebrows.

This is The King's battle! Iqbal's entire back is now trembling and trembling from the excitement.

He and the family of three were now standing within the range of light, keeping them at a sufficient distance from the darkness.

This is a little far away from the battlefield, and Iqbal can't see the movement of the storm in the light and shadow most of the time, but in this way, he has a better perspective than the people in the battlefield, and this storm-like battle brings him more shock.

On Iqbal's side.

The herdsman's father took his wife with one arm, and the couple lowered their heads and hugged their daughter...... In the national language, he comforted and explained in a whisper:

"He's hiding. Our little Dolma is not a peeking child. ”

"It's the sound of stones falling. The sheep are running, he won't hide in the flock, right? ”

"The car has changed positions. ”

"It's thundering, but it's not going to rain. ”

"The wind is a little strong, but with his clothes, Dolma must be very warm. ”