The bright yellow lights circled out of the battlefield, and in Iqbal's sight, the battle continued.

In the distance, The King in the battle circle is like a tornado, swimming on the surface of the lake, constantly striking.

At the same time, at least one of his war knives always keeps flying on the edge of light and darkness, shuttling, preventing all attempts to escape.

He was alone, covering the entire battlefield.

Comparatively speaking, the roar of the muzzle of a sniper rifle and the crisp sound of a bullet loading not far away were much clearer to Iqbal.

Wen Jifei is the one responsible for cooperating and filling in the gaps.

The corner of his mouth bit a half-burned cigarette, and white ash fell on his chest...... The muzzle of the gun kept turning, and he calmly and attentively, pulling the trigger again and again.

The sonorous clash of dead iron knives and the whistle of sniper rifle bullets breaking through the wind continued to sound.

"It turns out that the battle can be like this. ”

Iqbal's palms were sweating from the hot blood, and the sword in his hand was clenched tightly, shaking and trembling, as if he was about to swing it out uncontrollably at any moment.

This impulse and desire made him suddenly remember a sentence he had heard before: "There is a kind of person in this world who will unconsciously want to follow him to fight, without fear of life and death." ”

The person who said this was the general of the Bastan Front, Abbe Bhutto. Thirty years ago, the general once followed the commander of Chen Buyu in the Battle of Red Shoulders in Siberia. This is the sentiment he felt when he looked back on that experience.

Now, Iqbal knows for himself what Admiral Abbe is saying. Not far away, on the star of the new Chinese runner-up front.

However, he knew he couldn't rush forward.

Holding the war knife and standing in front of the three members of Little Dolma's family, Iqbal stood on tiptoe, stretched his neck, and kept looking.

As an ordinary Azure D-class soldier, he wanted to remember this scene, and it was best to remember the details clearly, so that he could recall it in the future, so that he could say it to his soldiers, wife, children, and grandchildren.

"Rush through, it's the last hope. "At the edge of the battlefield, in the staggered position of darkness, suddenly there was a loud roar.

It's English, which Iqbal doesn't understand.

However, this did not prevent him from accurately guessing that this was the last struggle of the enemy. Because at this time, in his sight, the only group of enemies on the battlefield that was still relatively concentrated, suddenly rushed towards them en masse.

Crisis?

No.

Iqbal watched calmly, for he saw the storm in the battlefield, which was rapidly rolling towards them.

"He's coming!"

"Stop him!"

"Flamethrower. ”

There was a chaotic shout, and two people stopped in the panic of the enemy group, two people with flamethrowers on their backs, stopped and turned around.

It was specially modified to shoot fireballs, which they would have used to draw attention to the Big Tip and mark the location of the Teal Squad, or to set fire to the grasslands and threaten the safety of civilians in order to contain the Teal Squad.

Of course, they didn't have the luxury of expecting that the flames would kill that person. All they wanted was to create a temporary block.

"Boom, boom!" the flame breathed, and the sound was huge.

Huge pillars of burning liquid erupted from the left and right, staggering diagonally in the air, and the huge pillars of fire weaved into a wall of blazing fire in front of it.

At this moment, The King's figure was drawn into a phantom in the air, and it was volleying towards them.

"He?!" Iqbal's eyes widened, and his eyeballs reflected, and a vertical and sharp blue sword, like lightning, passed through the wall of fire before The King.

The sword came in an instant, and the enemy who was closest to them was running at the front of the group...... Fell directly to the ground.

Then, "Hum." ”

There was a shudder in the air.

The flames on the wall of fire shook for a moment.

Han Qingyu could use the source energy burst to extinguish the flames, but he didn't do it, the source energy tide surged in front of him, just drumming it casually, and the flames were like paper burning from the center, turning outward from the center in an instant.

Then he passed.

It all happened so fast. So much so that in Iqbal's sight, The King seemed to pass directly through the flames.

And the knife in his hand, because it was stained with liquid oil, also seemed to be carrying flames.

"Hoo......" the burning blade curls, "Boom, boom." ”

The two enemies under the wall of flames who were too late to react fell to the ground with a scorching sound, and the flamethrower fell to the ground, the flames of the jet measuring high, still burning.

Han Qingyu's figure fell to the ground.

At the same time, a series of sounds of "Song, Song, Song......" The sound of the source energy device starting to erupt, of different sizes, true and false, came from behind Han Qingyu's side, in all directions and positions.

Sneak attack.

Someone took advantage of the chaos and one-sided situation on the battlefield to plot this fatal blow. Now, using the fire wall and multiple devices activated at the same time, the sound and visual disturbance in a short period of time have finally been attacked.

The moment the sound appeared, a slender dead iron weapon like a Western sword had already stabbed Han Qingyu's back silently.

The man who shot was so fast, so fast that even Iqbal, who had such a good perspective and was so focused at the same time, didn't see him. It's too late to remind.

"Ding!"

A sharp sound of dead iron suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

At a fatal moment, Han Qingyu backhanded, put the knife on his back, and resisted the blow with the face of the war knife.

The collision of source energy broke out at this point, and the surging source energy surged, rushing into Han Qingyu's body.

"Poof. A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Han Qingyu's figure quickly pulled away from a distance with the help of the force of the impact behind him.

"Top?!" Reflexively stood on guard, Han Qingyu muttered in his heart.

In this battle, he was not willing to swallow metal blocks to open the quad turbine. After fusing the three bone sources, he couldn't fully mobilize, and his current normal combat state was about two and a half turbos.

"I almost got into trouble. ”

He has never been able to see the purgatory of innocence...... I didn't expect that there was a top-level combat power hidden here. And it is likely that at the beginning of the battle, the other party has already brought people, and then has been turning off the device to hide and observe, waiting for a chance to kill with a single blow.

This person was very fast, and after a short and powerful blow, Han Qingyu had lost the trace of the other party in his turning sight.

There was little silence except for the occasional wail in the darkness.

It seems that because of the appearance of this top level and Han Qingyu's vomiting of blood and injury, the only people left in the innocent purgatory on the scene also have hope again. They didn't seem to know about the arrival of their top combat power before, and they were excited at this time, and at the same time hesitated to take the opportunity to escape.

In the temporary calm, Wen Jifei's muzzle and the beam of the strong flashlight in his hand also kept moving in the darkness, searching.

"Be careful, there's a top. Han Qingyu held the knife in one hand, standing in a position where he could take care of both the front and the back, the left and right, with his speed and fighting skills, it was better to stand here than to go directly to Iqbal and the family of three, where his movement and vision would be blocked...... After reminding him, Han Qingyu continued: "There are about three others, and their strength is not weak. ”

As he spoke, two pieces of metal melted silently into his body.

Two pieces are enough, in the past few days, the metal block has been swallowed too much, probably the body is really unable to digest it, this time only two pieces are used, and the life source energy has begun to overflow.

In fact, if Han Qingyu was the only one here, he might choose to keep this state for the first time and hone his actual combat skills with that top level for a while.

But now, there are Wen Jifei, Iqbal, and the family of three civilians. Han Qingyu didn't dare to slack off.

"Good. Wen Jifei nodded in a deep voice and said, "You don't have to worry too much about me." Pay attention to them. ”

As he spoke, he quickly changed to a new magazine, spit out the cigarette butt, lowered his head and bit out another cigarette directly from the cigarette case, lit it, and raised his head.

Wen Jifei stood there, did not change positions, and did not put down the sniper rifle in his hand. After burying half of his face back in the sniper scope, the combat knife he usually used for decoration behind his back "Pull...... Click!" Jump, return to its position.

In the eyes of those who know the goods, the jump of the war knife is at least an A-level source energy surge that is not too weak. Wen Jifei may have tried many times.

Maybe he's testing the flip of the sensing dice? Even though that thing doesn't work now. So it may also be that he deliberately took the initiative to attract the attention of the other party's master.

Han Qingyu glanced at him again...... Return to focus.

Listen to the subtle sound of grass blades in your ears and discern the frequency of movement and the vibration of the source energy.

"Since you're here, don't go. Han Qingyu suddenly opened his mouth and said in the direction that he thought was the most likely.

After speaking, he thought that the other party probably couldn't understand.

"Bang!" the sniper rifle rang out, and Wen Jifei quickly fired a shot in that direction.

"When!" the bullet was easily blocked by a war knife in the dark.

The flashlight failed to shine on people.

A voice came from that location, "Didn't go. ”

Unexpectedly brisk, the other party not only understood, but also replied, the top combat power of this innocent purgatory will Chinese...... Although it is the feeling of foreigners speaking Chinese at first, it is also a somewhat strange tone.

It seems to be Siamese.

"Qingzi?" Wen Jifei didn't turn his head and asked.

Han Qingyu shook his head lightly and didn't move.

At that moment, he almost rushed over, but think about it calmly, although that person answered, it may not necessarily be the top ...... So, fortunately, there was no impulse.

"The king? I watched for a while, and you're much weaker than I thought. "The sound came from the other direction, the same awkward tone and Siamese feel.

"Bang!" Wen Jifei quickly raised his gun and turned, and the sniper rifle rang out again.

"When!" the bullet was blocked by the knife as before.

The other party continued, "That blow just now also proves that I was right. My name is Nawichai, and I will kill you. ”

It's still the same tone and feeling, and this sentence comes from the third direction.

Wen Jifei fired a third shot, but the bullet was still blocked.

He's trying to provide Aoko with judgment information.

"Really?" Han Qingyu spoke, looked up and smiled, the chest of the white combat uniform was red because he vomited blood just now.

"Yes, the new star of the Chinese Runner-up Front, the legendary Young Major, will fall under my hands. ”

This time it was the fourth person who spoke, and there was a hint of pride and anticipation in his tone. At the same time, he deliberately ignored several other helpers with good combat power and did not mention them. Presumably because after tonight, he will have the glory of killing the Blue The King head-on.

This, combined with the subtle differences in the rate at which the bullet is blocked and the sound of impact, "should be him." Han Qingyu had a rough judgment in his heart, but he still didn't make the first move.

Once again, the battlefield fell abruptly silent.

Everything seemed to stop at the moment before the riverbank burst.

The cigarette in Wen Jifei's mouth was burning.

An invisible sense of oppression is spreading.

Iqbal took a deep breath. Seeing the blood on Theking's chest and the corners of his mouth, he began to get a little nervous, his eyes were worried, and he tried to prepare for battle.

Insects chirp, the wind is light, and the grass is swishing.

"Grandma...... It's quiet, is he hiding it?"

Little Dolma asked in a whisper under his clothes in the folk language.

The mother glanced back at Han Qingyu and the blood on his chest and the corners of his mouth, and then turned back to look at her husband...... Trying his best to restrain his worries and fears, he whispered softly, "Maybe it will be a while, he has been hiding for too long, and he is a little tired." ”

"Hmm. Little Dolma obediently shrunk under her clothes. She's a trustworthy child.

The mother began to pray silently to the gods on the plateau for Han Qingyu.

The husband whispered something, and thrust his daughter into her arms, along with the man's clothes, and then turned and pulled out his own short knife from his waist.

In this way, in a state of concentration and calm, the plateau man with a vicissitudes of life and a simple face held a knife, gritted his teeth and was silent, nervous and abrupt, and moved forward for a distance.

He was the only one in the audience.

The man stopped, stepped on a corpse on the ground with one foot, and then pulled out a blue war knife inserted in the corpse's back, raised his head, and threw it back to Han Qingyu vigorously.

"Thank you. Han Qingyu took the knife and said.

The man nodded, smiled plainly and with some difficulty, and quickly retreated back to the mother and daughter, holding the knife outward, forming an angle with Iqbal.

He was trembling, he had seen the horror of that kind of battle, but he wanted to protect his wife and daughter.

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

Tick, tick...... In fact, in the world of source energy, such a battle really broke out, and it started in an instant, and then ended quickly.

Wen Jifei took a deep breath of cigarette and exhaled it, and the smoke slowly rose in the bright yellow light.

"Ode to the ......!"

The air shook violently, and the battle broke out suddenly.

Out of sight and line of sight, four figures at the same time rushed out from the four positions where they had just spoken.

One of them stepped forward and stabbed Han Qingyu in the back of the head.

One rushed forward diagonally, blocking between Han Qingyu and Iqbal.

One pounced directly on Xiao Zhuoma's family.

also took a deep leap and stabbed Wen Jifei standing in the jeep from the side.

"Bang!" the sniper rifle fired first.

Wen Jifei turned around when he heard the sound and quickly fired a shot.

"Poof!" the bullet hit the opponent's heart accurately.

However, that only made the other party's figure frustrate slightly.

"Die!" the Siamese accent shouted, and the Western sword pierced through the wind.

Then, the eyes of the innocent purgatory killer suddenly froze...... Why is it so far away?!

Wen Jifei was already quite far away from him.

The moment he shot just now, he used the skills he learned from Han Qingyu to take the initiative to cut off the source energy surge.

The Mira 9 sniper rifle, which can hit the large pointed center of gravity, produces a huge recoil force that is not so easy for ordinary people to carry...... Therefore, in fact, at the same time as the shot, Wen Jifei, whose whole body was completely relaxed, had already flown away.

Just like when he first started to practice the gun, the dice suddenly flipped to F, and the whole person flew out quickly backwards.

He practiced for a long time to overcome the problem of a sudden fall during a run, and even learned to control the inertial force after the sudden interruption of the tide, and vomited a lot of blood...... Then it occurred to me that this can actually be a battlefield dodge technique.

"Bang!" Before the killer could recover from the situation in front of him, the back of his neck suddenly cooled.

A whirling sword had just passed the back of his head.

"Bang!" Wen Jifei was in the air and fired a second shot.

The war knife was hit by a bullet and returned, but it was not towards Han Qingyu. It landed in front of Han Qingyu, on his way to the four of Iqbal.

At the same time, Wen Jifei himself also fell into the darkness.

At this time, the killer behind Han Qingyu, who was five meters away, had become a corpse. An azure sword stuck in his chest.

Therefore, in the moment just now, Han Qingyu actually shot two rusty girl pear vortex slashes at the same time. One shot backwards, one shot to Wen Jifei's side.

If Han Qingyu in the four-turbo state is not retained, he is a half-step super.

After doing this step, without any stagnation, Han Qingyu's body tended forward, bursting forward and rushing forward at the same time, cutting the waist and abdomen of the person blocking the road in front of him.

"Poof!" the other party jumped sideways, seriously injured but not dead.

Han Qingyu ignored him.

Rushing forward at the same time, he reached out to catch the falling war knife falling in the air, and once again the rusty girl pear vortex slashed out.

Because in his sight.

One of the remaining killers of the Innocence Purgatory has just swept Iqbal with a sword.

The Iqbal vomited blood in the air, not fatal, but wailed in pain with guilt.

Little Dolma's father could not have reacted at this rate. He didn't even have time to turn around.

It was Xiao Zhuoma's mother who ran two steps ahead of schedule.

It's just that the vibration of the source energy alone made the mother fall to the ground.

"Dolma!" the mother of the plateau looked up and shouted in pain.

At this time, little Dolma, along with the clothes she was wrapping around her body, was flying into the air.

The innocent purgatory killer stepped forward, reached out, and grabbed her.

"Bang. "A bang.

The killer's outstretched arm was gone.

A figure passed by him, leaped low, stretched his arms in the air, and with the crook of his arms, gently took Xiao Zhuoma and the autumn coat that was about to be separated into his arms, and then landed smoothly, standing there with his back.

It's easy.

So, this one isn't that top-notch either, none of the four.

Han Qingyu has long known this, and the logic of thinking is actually very simple: if an innocent purgatory person aims to kill him, their focus will definitely not be on Xiao Zhuoma and others, at most, it can only be used to create opportunities, contain him, or they can only save their lives in the end.

So, where is he?

"Bye-bye, Major Qing. ”

Behind him, very close, a whisper came with a smile.

A dead iron Western sword was stabbing at Han Qingyu's heart.

At this moment, Han Qingyu had just landed and stood with his back to him.

He was still holding a little girl in his arms.

There are no weapons on hand.

Naiwei guessed that it was going to kill. He's a top-tier killer, and an even more top-tier assassin. His actions and shots are often swift and almost silent.

Tonight, he will kill the stars.

In the grassland at night, the Western sword pierced Han Qingyu's heart, the sword was very long, and it would run through it together with the young major of the Chinese department and the little girl in his arms...... No one had time to speak.

"Song!" a trembling sound.

The sound is behind the ears, undisguised.

What?!

It was too close, and although Nai Wei was stunned, he didn't have time to turn back, so he couldn't see it.

Behind him, a thick and dazzling blue light had just shot out like lightning from dozens of meters behind him.

The blue light is very fast, so fast that it is beyond common sense, so fast that the audience doesn't even have time to see and speak clearly.

"Poof!"

Before the Western sword stabbed Han Qingyu, the huge blue starlight pillar sword went straight to it, and penetrated into Nai Weichai's heart as a whole...... It came out of the body, revealing half of the sword's body.

Stopped there, the sword trembling.

The source energy collapsed, and life passed, Nai Wei Guess stood still, slowly lowered his head, looked at the blue starlight pillar sword that came out of his chest, and his own blood on the sword, and then raised his head blankly, looking at the person in front of him who was still facing away from him.

The star of the Chinese sub-nascent.

In his blurred vision...... Major Qing turned his head and smiled gently, "Bye-bye." ”

He was answering his ...... Then apologetic, "I'm sorry I didn't remember your name." ”

At this time, behind Nawichai, dozens of meters away, a huge and worn curtain cloth was unfolding and flying messily in the air. Swinging, slowly falling.

It was pretty good, in the bright yellow light and the wind of the grassland.

Unfortunately, Nawichai couldn't see it, just like he couldn't tell Theking his name.

Suddenly, I felt the little girl in my arms arch upward, and her face rubbed against Han Qingyu's chest.

Her name is Zhuoma, or there are two words in her name, which Han Qingyu just heard from her mother.

Maybe because of the abnormal movement just now, Xiao Zhuoma is trying to drill up.

Without bothering about Naiweichai again, Han Qingyu turned around, lowered his head, reached out and pinched the collar of his autumn coat, and opened the clothes a little outward.

It's like opening a small hole in a small quilt.

A small red face was revealed.

Xiao Zhuoma raised his head, flashed his big eyes, looked at Han Qingyu in confusion, and said immaturely:

"Temp (brother)...... You didn't hide?"

"yes. Han Qingyu lowered his head and smiled, and said, "Because I suddenly want to hug Xiao Zhuoma." ”

It seemed that there was another little crampedness, and Little Dolma overcame it and nodded, "Hmm." ”

"And now let's continue?"

"Good. ”

Han Qingyu pressed the collar of his autumn jacket back to his chest...... The world in the clothes is better.

When Little Zhuoma's mother got up and came over, Han Qingyu handed the child back to her, and said gently and kindly: "Little Zhuoma is very cute." ”

Then he turned, took a few steps forward, and picked up the azure sword on the ground.