Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Yun Ting poured the basin of bloody water into the distance, and poured it on the corpses and wandering skeletons that were approaching.

Falling red, as if pouring heavy rain, poured down at this moment, and the water mixed with the blood of the clouds emitted a unique scarlet smell of blood, which seemed to be a bright light in the darkness at this moment, attracting those corpses. That is the taste of life, and it is also the purest temptation that drives them to instinctively seek and take.

This is exactly Yun Ting's plan, since these corpses are so sensitive to the taste of blood, then just give them some blood! Of course, Yun Ting didn't expect this method to last long, but it was enough to delay a little time and confuse themselves.

All the corpses that were moving towards the clouds stopped, confused, and paused for a moment before rushing out towards the places that exuded the breath of blood awakening, and the two red lights shone brighter and brighter. Their instincts tell where there is blood and at which point, and where the clouds are are just one of them.

Suddenly, the whole sea of corpses was in chaos, and countless corpses began to attack those of their own kind that were stained with blood, using their sharp claws to seek the delicacy of flesh and blood.

The bloodied corpses, the skeletons, had no idea what was going on, and they were attacked, and in this case, instinctively tempted them to fight back.

As a result, the corpses of the two distinct factions began to attack each other, and only a small part was left, still walking towards Yunting's side, but after a few steps, they fell into the sea of war. The entire mass grave was extremely chaotic, and every minute, countless pieces of flesh were splashed and countless skeletons were scattered. After losing a large part of their bodies, the scarlet in their eyes faded, and they didn't move anymore, so they scattered on the ground with their crippled companions, becoming real dead things, unable to move anymore.

The culprit of this war, Yun Ting, was wrapping his wounds very close at this time, almost observing the war in a leisurely way as a spectator.

There were only a very small number of corpses that were still approaching Yunting, but these slow-moving, low-grade corpses could only be broken into pieces under the Qingyu Sword.

Although this performance was a script created by him, the experience was not completely obtained by Yun Ting, only the few who were killed had feedback experience. As for the trophies, there is nothing to equip them with, except for the corpses on the ground, which are white bones, otherwise they will already rot, rotten armor rags, apart from these, there is nothing.

The iron-armored giant corpse also stopped in the distance, confused, and in the eyes, the breath of the living and the blood had been divided into countless independent points, scattered everywhere.

The giant corpse roared angrily, strode forward, grabbed a blood-stained corpse with one hand, rattled it, bit the corpse's neck, and put it into its mouth along with the bones, and with the terrifying sound of bones shattering, even a little blood on the corpse was swallowed into its chest and abdomen. The giant corpse slapped the group of corpses around it with his other hand, and forced several of the bravest corpses into meat pies, turning them into a mess of unrecognizable flesh and blood, and the green and smelly corpse liquid splashed everywhere and fell to the ground, corroding small holes.

The giant corpse put down the corpse in its hand, licked the red liquid from the corner of its mouth, and still felt unsatisfied, so it rushed towards the place where the blood was most vigorous, this place was where Yun Ting stood.

The way of the room, the way of the infernal, among them, is called the guest, also known as the cheap, also known as the swordsman.

They wander among all kinds of different forces, anti-the-other, divided, inseparable, all kinds of intersecting ways emerge in endlessly, although they are a small individual, but they can make a huge force feel a headache and silence for this small cockroach-like intermediary.

The big axle doesn't stop rolling because of a screw, but it can collapse in the next moment, and the intermittent is such a small screw, desperately consuming all the enemy's living strength, borrowing his blade to hurt his people. He may appear anywhere, perhaps at the most important joint, or at a seemingly unimportant side, but wherever he is, the time has not yet come, and when the time comes, he may become a stone that pushes people down the abyss.

At the end of the dynasty, the power perished and the organization was shattered. These words with a devastating atmosphere, no matter which one they are, are indispensable to the promotion of the guests.

Yun Ting is now playing such a guest, using a method that can be easily seen through and recognized by humans.

It's a pity that these crawling corpses, skeletons, they were human beings in their lifetime, but they are not, they don't have a mind, they can't think, they use that poor instinct to kill each other, just a little blood, a drop of blood.

Even the intelligence in it, which is already considered top-notch, and the iron-armored giant corpse with the intelligence of a three-year-old child is already confused, although he found the real initiator and ran towards Yunting. But instinct still drove the giant corpse, and in the process of running, it constantly rubbed against those inferior corpses, fighting with those corpses and skeletons with low strength, competing for blood. Even though Yun Ting knew that the blood he spilled out had a short time to take effect, the high mobility of these corpses filled the gap in time for him.

The ants bit the elephant to death, and Yun Ting saw from a distance that the iron-armored giant corpse was rubbing, and the iron armor on its body had fallen off in several places, and the rotten skin had also been scratched, and green liquid was dripping from several places.

Carrying the Qingyu Sword upside down, Yun Ting did not intend to fight this giant corpse now, but continued to march towards the depths of the sea of corpses, shuttling among countless corpses. Use your steps and figures to dodge those stinky hands that you can't guard against, and you have to guard against a sharp bone spur that protrudes from time to time under your feet, and you can walk out of a human road.

It is not accurate to say that it is a leisurely stroll and walking, to be precise, every time Yun Ting takes a step, the Qingyu Sword in his hand has to swing once, and use the sword body to push out the corpses that are blocking in front of him and rushing around. This is also a power job, but the last thing Yun Ting is afraid of is fighting for strength, and he chopped so much firewood from Wang Yue, is the strength fake? Directly as chopping wood is to treat those corpses as pieces of wood that can move and have bad breath, and use the green sword to shoot these annoying things farther away.

Several times, he was almost approached by the corpse, cutting through the skin with that claw, and these times, Yun Ting did not spare his hand, and placed the Qingyu Sword horizontally on his waist, turning it like a gear. The sharp blade of the sword cut through the surrounding corpses, cutting the entire body of those corpses into two parts, the flesh and blood flew sideways, the upper and lower bodies were separated, and the entire green sword was stained with green liquid, and the sword body also carried a few pieces of minced flesh that could not be seen clearly in the dark night.

The sound of Zizi came from the body of the Qing Yu Sword, and there was a trace of white smoke rising from the place where the corpse body fluid was splashed on the blade, accompanied by the light bubbles of green, the corpse liquid was constantly corroding the Qing Yu Sword, but not even a little rust appeared.

Yun Ting didn't have time to pay attention to the Qing Yu Sword, and a lot of it was splashed on his body, and the original beggar costume became even more tattered, and the broken cloth was corroded into a hole. There was also a sizzling sound in the uncovered skin, and in an instant the flesh there was corroded, leaving only a pothole of rotten flesh.

It hurts, the pain that can't be explained in words, the wound is like dozens of insects gnawing on it, gnawing on the meat, bringing not only physical pain, but also mental pressure, so that Yun Ting can no longer bear it. This corrosion, at least for now, has not stopped, and the flesh and skin on his body are constantly and rapidly decreasing.

Frowning, Yun Ting took out another basin of water from the package and poured it on himself. With a "snap", Yun Ting has become a chicken in the soup, but due to the dilution of this water, the signs of continuous corrosion of the wound have been effectively contained.

Throwing the porcelain basin in his hand casually, he ran quickly for a while, and Yun Ting's feet stepped on the chest of a corpse, and before the corpse could react, he kicked it down.

And Yun Ting also used the power of this recoil, his body turned in a direction in the air, and he clenched the Qingyu Sword with both hands, and slashed heavily towards the giant corpse that was approaching.

"Roar!" The ironclad giant corpse roared, sensing the danger approaching, regardless of the tickling attacks of the corpses, and put his arms on his head, tightly protecting his head. The extremely sharp Qingyu Sword, coupled with the weight that can be regarded as the first and second among all kinds of swords, plus the strength of Yun Ting's whole body, the Qingyu Sword slashed at the arms of the giant corpse, and only half a point was slashed, and it encountered extremely hard bones.

There was a crisp sound of bones and metal rubbing, and the Qingyu Sword couldn't move down for half a minute. The iron-armored giant corpse shook for a moment, and then the scarlet eyes with the aura of evil and death stared at the clouds, and at this moment, it found the greatest source of blood qi!

Yun Ting took advantage of the force of this slash to freeze his body in the air for a moment, and his hand raised the Qingyu Sword again, and slashed hard, and the blade touched the steel-like hand bones of the giant corpse, producing a huge concussive force. Yun Ting's body flew backwards with this, away from the iron-armored giant corpse, and stepped on a corpse that pounced on him, kicked hard, and rushed in front of the iron-armored giant corpse.

Guests, cheap customers, and swordsmen. Yun Ting didn't know if this move was cheap, but he just needed to understand that all he needed was a sword. Use the sword to destroy, to kill everything that stands in your way, to kill, to die!

The Qingyu Sword continued to swing, and Yun Ting released all his power at this moment, slashing down again and again, suppressing the iron-armored giant corpse! The ironclad giant corpse couldn't reach the clouds after several blows, and its huge body was completely a burden, making it unable to attack the small insects that were constantly jumping and dodging and attacking it.

The sharp blade of the Qing Yu Sword slashed through the arm of the iron-armored giant corpse, bringing up pieces of rotten flesh, and finally revealing the white bone arm, which left Dao sword marks, but there was no precursor of shattering. The bone arm is still very intact, there are no traces of being heavily cut by the sword, and some only have a few white marks like scratching.

"Roar..."

The iron-armored giant corpse opened its mouth, roared unwillingly, and spit out a large mouthful of corpse qi, enveloping the clouds in it. At this moment, the giant corpse grabbed the Qingyu Sword with one hand, and the other left hand was already stretched towards the clouds, and the five long pointed nails grew again, flickering green light close to the clouds. Looking at the other parts of the iron-armored giant corpse, except for the sword wound on the arm that he had just received, the others were already intact and had recovered in a short period of time.

"Human retreat. I want to see how you can withstand my attack! Yun Ting roared angrily, and used the human escape technique to dodge, and the Qingyu sword was quickly drawn out by the effect of him and the human escape technique. The next moment, he appeared on top of the head of the iron-armored giant corpse, with a green sword in one hand, a heavy sword in the other, and two big blades, which were slashed down by him together, and fell heavily on the head of the iron-armored giant corpse.

In an instant, the head of the giant corpse was split in half, and along with the neck, the skin hung down. The tower-like body fell, and the ironclad corpse lost its head, and was on the verge of death.

But at the last moment, the strong life force, as well as the remnants of consciousness, prompted it to deliver the final blow.

"Rip Claw!"