Chapter 1592 Alliance Army (2)

Ye Qingying looked at the picture of the killing sound and the blood mixed in front of her eyes, and Liu Mei slightly wrinkled.

When night falls, the town is near the end, who can think of it, but in the middle of the night, it is a battlefield in the world of purgatory.

Ye Qingyi walked slowly toward the fierce battlefield. The soldiers who killed the red eyes constantly waved their swords in the hands, cut them off the enemy's head, broken their arms and broken limbs, corpses across the field, killing sounds. Endless.

"Ah!!" A scream broke through the night sky. A **** guardian did not know how many wounds. A silver armor had been completely dyed red. A coalition army behind him was focusing on the murderous pursuit of the sword. Come, like a beast that hunt for prey.

The guard seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was still a half-year-old boy. He subconsciously wanted to escape the death, but when he saw Ye Qingyi from the town, his face was terrified. There was a solidification.

Can't return!

If they are retired, their loved ones and their own compatriots will be slaughtered.

A **** spurt emerged from his chest. He stopped the escaped step, glared at the **** eyes, and turned his direction, sending out a beastly shackle, welcoming the Alliance Army who was chasing after him. A sword to guard the homeland!

"Run! Here is the battlefield, you are fast..." The guards of the army fought hard, and the sword of the Alliance Army slammed on his shoulder in the next second, and blood poured out from his wounds.

The words that have not been finished are replaced by mourning, and the guardian teenager fell in front of Ye Qingying’s eyes, and the hot blood stained Ye Qing’s pure white dress.

The red-eyed Alliance Army suddenly saw a strangely dressed **** the battlefield. Goodbye the guards on the move that seemed to cover her.

Almost for a moment, the Alliance Army pulled out the blood-stained iron sword, and ignored the dying Union Army boy, and a sword smashed toward Ye Qingying’s body!

Ye Qingyi gave a slight glimpse, looking at the sharp sword coming from the face, but there was no slight emotion on the face. She suddenly raised her hand, and the slender fingers directly put the half-width epee gently... ...

The Alliance Army holding the sword was shocked, and the sword in the hand seemed to be welded by the soldering iron.

"This, can you kill?" Ye Qingyi turned to look at the **** of Vientiane.

When she wanted to take shots of the people in the Super League, the **** of Vientiane stopped her.

The Vientiane **** floating behind Ye Qing’s body nodded: “Of course, they are the Alliance Army and the enemy of the Super League.”

The God of Vientiane is extremely knowledgeable about the world.

"Allied forces." Ye Qingyi whispered, to be honest, above the chaotic battlefield, everyone is wearing heavy armor, at first glance, it is really impossible to tell who is who.

However, the teenager who is wearing armor seems to be keeping her away from here...

In this way... he should be the soldier of the Super League.

Ye Qingyi immediately divided the camps represented by the two armor.

With the permission of the God of Vientiane, Ye Qingyi almost did not hesitate for a moment, directly pinching off the sword. When the Alliance Army was asleep, she directly inserted the broken sword in the neck of the other side.

In an instant, blood rushed over the void.

(End of this chapter)