"Slash!"

The Qingyu sword belt fell heavily, and the most basic and simple skill was unleashed like this. Even if there is a heavy word in front, it can't hide the speed of this sword, at least for players facing the clouds, they can only make countermeasures.

"Bang." The shield-wielding player had horror in his eyes, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably. There were countless blood marks on his arms, which were covered in clothes, and on his body. The shield he had just held in his hand to defend against the clouds was cut off like paper, and under the twist of the Qingyu Sword, it turned into countless fragments and flew in all directions.

Yun Thunder turned to his side, and a sharp shield fragment swept by, and flew into the distance, directly into the earthen wall. He jumped backwards on tiptoe, and two feathered arrows nailed to the ground appeared in the place where he had been standing.

Sensing the strong wind behind him, he turned around again, and the green sword slashed lightly. This sword is fast, but light, I don't know when, Yun Ting has long been accustomed to the weight of the Qingyu Sword, holding it in his hand, it is like holding an ordinary long sword, and it can be easily danced.

When touching the blades of the three knives that were slashing at him, the Qingyu Sword suddenly had a huge force, and coupled with its own sharpness, it turned all three blades into broken knives. Only the three players with hideous faces remained, holding a broken blade in their hands, and the killing intent that erupted came to an abrupt end before they could achieve the desired result.

Without giving them much time, Yun Ting took two steps, and with the blood light, the three heads fell to the ground. His realm has probably reached the point where he can lift his weight, so he can control the Qingyu Sword so freely, even if it is a simple slash, he can have the most powerful power to burst out.

Because the Qingyu Sword in his hand was originally a heavy sword, when it hit the enemy's blades, it was even more crushing judgment, as long as it was an enemy whose strength was not as strong as Yunting, it would be crushed by the Qingyu Sword. Maybe they may be stronger than Yun Ting, but the weapons in their hands can't be better than the Qing Yu Sword, not to mention that these players in front of Yun Ting, even Yun Ting's forty percent strength has not been forced out.

He was able to clearly grasp the trajectory of each blow of these players, and the movement of those blades was even more traceable in his eyes. Because of this, he was able to appear so comfortable under the siege of the players in the courtyard. Because he caught them, but the other party failed to catch Yunting.

Compared with the big opening and closing of the clouds, Lin Banshan, who was holding a short knife, was much more elegant. If every blow of Yun Ting is an explosion of strength, then he is the embodiment of agility, and every sword, intertwined with the enemy, is at a very close distance.

Close enough that they could see each other's flashing eyes, feel each other's breath in their noses, and see the traces of their hair fluttering. Close, close at hand, as soon as you stretch out your hand, you can touch each other, and the square inch in your palm is the distance between life and death.

One inch long, one inch short, and the intercourse of short soldiers is even more vicious. These players are originally assassins who disappear in the night, and they are extremely proficient in assassination and assassination, so they are also good at using short soldiers. That's why they are so fragile when facing the clouds, even if they are holding long swords and knives in their hands, but the habit of hiding in the dark for a long time has been doomed to the result that they can't resist when facing the clouds.

"Bell, bell." The rapid three collisions, the confrontation of two short blades, are three short and sudden light and shadow.

"How...... Possible? The player who quickly retreated looked at the dagger in his hand, and for a moment completely forgot that he was now in a life-and-death situation.

On the dagger in his hand, three cracks appeared on the blade surface that was originally smooth and could reflect the outline of a person, and there were even three notches on the edge of the blade that was matched with Lin Banshan's short knife! In the next moment, inside the player's gaze, on the dagger made by his method of cold refining and forging hundreds of times, more fine notches appeared on the entire blade. The next moment, the blade of the entire dagger was covered with large and small cracks, and countless dagger fragments fell to the ground. All that remains in the player's hands is the bare stalk.

"Why can't it be?" When the player was stunned, Lin Banshan had already come to his side and whispered in his ear. Like a pedestrian on the street, he walked by, rubbing shoulders, and a thin red line appeared on the player's neck.

This thread is like a red thread wrapped around the neck, and you can't notice it unless you look closely. Only the player himself knows that his neck is surrounded by something cold.

A drop of blood beads of oil poured out from the center of the red thread and went down the neck, leaving a trail of blood rolling down. The bead of blood rolls down very slowly, and the player's consciousness can be perceived very clearly until the bead finally disappears completely. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the crisp sound of the three blade strikes when he had just collided with Lin Banshan's short knife three times.

In fact, what he had forgotten was the thin sounds that had been masked among the three sounds. He...... There are more than three knives! It's just that it's too fast and too light, so it's muffled by three loud noises.

The player felt the heaviness of his body, but he turned his head hard, wanting to see Lin Banshan's back. However, as soon as the neck turns, the player's head loses its support and rolls off the neck.

Lin Banshan's short knife is that light, a light that people can't see clearly. But this light was grasped in the palm of his hand, but it was firmly grasped.

Most of the players who died under Yun Ting's hands were extremely miserable, and they were divided into two separate pieces just like the sword in their hands. What is manifested is violence, incomparably violence. Lin Banshan is different, the traces he left behind are very shallow, shallow to make people very imperceptible, and only when he finally dies can he see the knife marks on the corpse. This is the ultimate aesthetic, without the shock of violence like a cloud, but it can make people feel the fear of the Tao, the fear that penetrates into the bone marrow.

The reason why Lin Banshan did this was to defeat these players in the areas they were best at, plant the seeds of fear in their memories, and let them take root!

(End of chapter)