Oneiroi stood silently, a strand of hair blown by the wind in front of his eyes, fluttering. But his eyes were still so fixed looking ahead, looking at the knife that Wang Meng slashed down. In an instant, he enumerated a series of data such as the strength and angle trajectory of the knife in his mind, and even several ways to deal with it jumped out. It's just that Oneiroi knows that no matter how many ways to deal with it, how many ways there are, here, in Yun Ting, the one he will choose is to hit it hard.

The dagger in his hand was flying rapidly, as if it would come out at any moment, but it didn't. For Oneiroi, Yun Ting is also his friend, and because he is a friend, he will not make a move. If Yun Ting dies here, this is a game anyway, not reality, and if he dies, he can only blame himself. This death is to seek death, to die in vain, or to die.

It's not terrible to die, it's terrible to know that you will die, and you still go to die, which is what is terrible. If this is pride, then all of them have pride, in reality, hovering on the edge of life and death for the freedom of a small chip, climbing heights in countless challenges.

This can be called stupidity, but it can also be called pride, they are proud people, and even they are so proud that they don't want others to disturb them. From the feet to the hands, from the head to the heart, they are full of pride, so they never bow their heads, pride does not let them bow their heads, and so is death.

Therefore, Oneiroi will not make a move, unless Yun Ting speaks. But at that time, it already meant that Yun Ting had lost that pride, and they had nothing in common, so Oneiroi saved him, but killed his heart, and he was no longer a friend from then on.

"Li Yun, what should we do now?" Da Niu looked at everything that happened on the field and asked with some concern. Even if he was beaten and vomited blood just now, he didn't care, but now he was a little worried, even with the sluggish head of the big bull, he could figure out that no matter which one of them won the other, neither Yun Ting nor the boss would be better, and now the situation is endless.

He hoped that the boss would win, but if the boss won, whether Mr. Thirteen died or not, they wouldn't be happy! If they die, I'm afraid it's even more dangerous, after all, this is the thirteenth gentleman sent by the great sage and good teacher to lead them.

"What should I do?" Seeing that Li Yun was silent, Da Niu continued to ask.

Li Yun had a calm face, as if he had not yet woken up from the fiasco just now, but in fact, he was quickly thinking about countermeasures. Just as Da Niu was worried, he was also worried about this, originally he thought that the boss Wang Meng could easily defeat Yun Ting, but after a fiasco, and when he saw that the two were evenly matched, he knew that it was not so simple, and now, he had seen the boss's killing move!

He let out a long breath: "What else can I do?" ”

"Let's go!" Wang Li and Wang Qiang said in unison, the two of them took a step forward together, leaned forward, and were about to rush forward, the dagger was already in their hands.

"Stop." Oneiroi said lightly.

As soon as his voice came out, he had already rushed forward, the dagger gently turning in the palm of his hand, and the dagger blade flipped towards the two brothers who rushed towards him.

He looked at the two people who were already standing in front of him, and continued indifferently: "I said, stop. ”

Wang Li and Wang Qiang did not stop, in their opinion, if they didn't stop Yun Ting and Wang Meng, not only would the life and death of the two be inseparable, but the impact would be even greater. So, can't stop. The two men glanced at each other silently, and their steps moved slightly, preparing to bypass the Oneiroi machine.

"Ridiculous." The Oneiroi moved as they continued to move, charging back at them, with an extra dagger in his left hand.

"Bell, bell, bell." With the pace of the Oneiroi machine, everyone present heard the sound of an iron weapon clashing, this sound was extremely subtle, no louder than the collision of the weapons in Yun Ting and Wang Meng's hands, but the frequency was very fast, almost every second to collide. Oneiroi's two arms had turned into shadows that were difficult to see clearly. And within an inch of him, the two brothers Wang Li and Wang Qiang couldn't move, so they could only stay in place in vain, and their arms kept waving, using the dagger in their hands to block the dagger of the Oneiroi machine. But the two of them were suppressed by Oneiroi alone, and they actually fell behind.

"Bang", under the high-frequency impact, the daggers of Wang Li and Wang Qiang made a cracking sound, and the dagger blades were covered with large and small cracks. The dagger in the left hand of the Oneiroi Machine was the same, only the dagger given by Wang Yue in his right hand was still intact, and he had no intention of stopping, but his movements became faster and faster.

Finally, the Oneiroi machine stopped, and the dagger in his left hand turned into countless large and small fragments, which clanged and fell on the stone platform.

"You're ......!" Wang Li's eyes widened, and he looked at his palms in disbelief, only the handle of the dagger was left in their hands, and the dagger blades were also scattered all over the ground. This was expected by them just now, but when it really happened, they still couldn't let go, just now they couldn't even take half a step out, they couldn't fight back, they could only use the original weapon in their hands as a shield to defend themselves, which was really ironic to them.

"You can continue, but next time, it's death." Oneiroi said with a cold face, his arms tensed imperceptibly, and his muscles trembled slightly, but there was nothing unusual on his face. He stood, the five fingers of his palms beating rhythmically, and the dagger in his right palm kept jumping in the five fingers.

"You don't have to be afraid, if Yun Ting is injured or dead, no one will be angry with you." Oneiroi paused, looked at the toad and others who came over to eat the phoenix together, and found that they also looked indifferent, and seemed to have great confidence in Yunting.

The corners of his mouth hooked slightly, revealing a smile: "Losing is losing, death is death." As you feared, I was worried, but it was your leaders who were worried. ”

The finger of the Oneiroi machine pointed at Wang Meng in the field, only to see that his face was hideous, his face was already flushed, the green tendons on his arms burst out, and the long knife in his hand was like a flash of light cutting through the long night and falling towards the clouds.

"As you can see, if you lose, if he dies, will you still be able to follow the orders of the clouds? I am willing to gamble and lose, no matter who lives or dies in the end, I just want you to be able to admit defeat at that time! ”

(End of chapter)