It was only then that Yun Ting knew that he was still thinking too simply, ignoring a capital city, an ancient city, Luoyang. This is the capital of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the first of the big cities in the world, not the county town he usually sees, nor the county seat that he has turned over countless times.

The wide city wall is not at all something that human beings can climb over, and the only gate to enter and exit is also closed, even if the toad that eats the phoenix is not hanging, there is no way to break out of the human-shaped passage.

In addition to the thick gate that had to be broken through countless times by a chariot, even if you want to climb over the wall, you have to use a ladder. And these two kinds of equipment are only used in wartime, and they are not something that a few people can get their hands on and use.

Yun Ting was wrong at the beginning, the fault was that the Yellow Turban Rebellion was too sudden, and it came suddenly without any reaction. In a hurry, Yun Ting could only choose to escape, but once he ran, and he ran out, it was a mistake.

Running out is tantamount to putting yourself in a dangerous situation, appearing in the light, as long as the city gate is closed, there is no way to get out of the soldier's sight, that is, there is no door to the ground, and the sky is incompetent. Running inward, in the rolling sea of people in Luoyang, the tens of thousands, tens of thousands of people, as well as private houses, can be used as a cover, and they can be transferred at any time, just like looking for a needle in a haystack, they are easy to find.

Yun Ting chose the former, not because he was stupid, but because this matter was too sudden and he didn't have time to think about it, so he fell into this embarrassing, lifeless situation.

At this moment, Yun Ting is between the city gate and those chasing soldiers, entering is also death, retreating is also death, if he is still a player, dying once is nothing. But now Yun Ting is still a player, but he is not an ordinary player, he can't be resurrected countless times like that, if he dies once, it is equivalent to real death, and there will be nothing!

After running for so long, seeing that the exit was there, but there was no way to get out, Yun Ting was also a little tired. People are tired, and their hearts are even more tired, since they entered the game, except for those rare leisurely meals and the time when people were around, they have fallen into a strange circle.

Tasks, escapes, killings, calculations, and the cycle continues, and after a series of them, Yun Ting also feels really unhappy, which is even more boring than eating a meal and drinking tea.

But in life, whether it is reality or games, it is not more joyful than joyful, and things can never develop in a good direction.

"The sky is blue today, and the sun is very comfortable, maybe it's a good day to hang on." Yun Ting squinted, looked at the vast blue sky, felt the warm sunlight shining on the skin of his body, and exhaled a sigh of relief. The hand holding the Qingyu Sword also loosened slightly, and for a while, Yun Ting's heart actually gave birth to the intention of being ready to give up and escape, and die under the blue sky and warm sun of Luoyang.

At the same time, the cavalry squad behind them, as well as the cold young man, all rode their horses and chased after them. The cold young man took the lead, the black horse under the crotch was like a dragon out of the water, and the black lightning galloped, and the cavalry behind him was a big step behind, about two horses long distance, and the young man and the horse under the seat were rapidly approaching the clouds at great speed.

"Live, must live, bring them laughter, bring them cry." Yun Ting suddenly laughed, stuck the green sword on the ground, turned around, and gestured his middle finger with his hand to the chasing youth, and then retracted his hand back, plus a throat cutting salute.

The provocation is meaningful, although this kind of expression has not yet appeared in this time and space, but the cold young man behind has already understood the meaning of contempt and threat in it. At the moment, the cold face also turned a little red, and there were sparks jumping in the two cold eyes, and the young man's teeth were grinding, revealing a smile, and a word popped out of his mouth, "Death." ”。

Regardless of the gap, regardless of age, not to mention identity, just because he killed the little clam, this is what Yun Ting has no way to forgive, although the toad that eats the phoenix is a player, but he dies once, and that kind of pain is no different from real death, not to mention, he died to cover Yun Ting. Compared with the unknown middle-aged general, this young man brought Yun Ting a deeper resentment, Yun Ting has no way to threaten him now, but what about the future?

No one knows what will happen in the future, Yun Ting only knows that he will definitely become stronger!

Remembering the appearance of this young man deeply in his heart, Yun Ting pulled out the little Qingyu sword embedded in the crack of the bluestone slab, inserted it back into the sheath, held the door panel on his head with both hands, and firmly protected the top, and ran towards the city gate.

"One hundred meters, thirty seconds!" Yun Ting's eyes were blazing, and he was fully focused on a pair of thighs, and every time he jumped, fell, the muscles tensed and relaxed, all formed a ripple in his mind, sometimes high and sometimes low.

The chaotic landing point, in fact, all are regular, every foot of the cloud, only touch the ground for 0.5 seconds, and then jump upward, every time the force is stepped on the green brick slightly cracked, you can imagine how big the bounce force is every time.

Labor-saving, force-saving, labor-saving, and force-saving, extremely monotonously repeating this kind of process, Yunting is like a person walking a tightrope, not slow, let alone wrong, maintaining that mysterious and mysterious strange rhythm. Once his speed slows down, he will be caught up in tens of seconds, and if he makes a mistake, he will not be able to escape at that time.

This situation made Yun Ting only care about his feet, and did not pay attention to the rain of arrows pouring down from the city wall. He held the block of the door panel that covered his head with both hands, and the door panel was already full of arrows, every millimeter, every inch, densely filled with arrows. This looks numb, if there is no hand-made door panel, then the clouds will be the same as this door panel, by the rain of arrows cordially greeted, people will be pierced into hedgehogs, covered with dense arrows.

The slanted door panels, the pouring arrows, in the countless rain of arrows, a small figure is moving forward, against the heavy rain in the sky that may take his life at any time, moving forward quickly. A person, fighting with a rain, looks ridiculous, but it is frightening step by step, and every step is frightened, and if there is a slight mistake, the person will be naked under the rain of arrows.

At the feet of the clouds, and around his body, there were arrows lying everywhere, and the bricks were now covered with arrows, more like an avenue paved with arrows. If you are not careful, you may slip and fall after stepping on the arrow.

Yun Ting paid more attention, but the speed still did not slow down, thirty seconds, in the estimate, twenty seconds have passed, and more than half of a hundred meters have passed, and the city gate is not far away.

The rain of arrows finally stopped, and his intuition told Yun Ting that the young man was almost there, otherwise the rain of arrows would not have stopped. But he couldn't throw the door panel down and use it to increase his speed, because he didn't know if the soldiers guarding the city gate would focus on taking care of Yun Ting again after seeing the door panel disappear! When the time comes, all it takes is an arrow to end the life of the clouds!

Therefore, I can only rush forward against this door panel, those soldiers guarding the city, the young people behind, and those players who choose virtual can afford to gamble, but Yunting can't afford to gamble!

One wrong step, all the games are lost, hard to this point, plus the heroic sacrifice of the toad that eats the phoenix, Yun Ting is even more unlikely to give up, he can only run hard, escape harder.

The city gate is in front of you, and the dark shadow reflected by the city gate wall is shining with a holy light at this moment, one step to heaven, half a step to hell! Victory is in front of Yunting, it only takes one step, one step to escape.

Yun Ting took three steps in a row, his thigh muscles exploded, and he took three leaps forward, and when he turned around, he smashed the door panel towards the chasing youth, and the person was beaten again, and he had already disappeared into the shadow of the city gate.

The ground where he had just stood behind him was already full of arrows, and now these deadly arrows could only lie there, and there was no obstacle to the recreation of the clouds.

Thirty seconds, one hundred meters, Yun Ting did it, but the cold young man also did it, and it was just a piece of cake for him. The young man rode his horse and came to the city gate in the blink of an eye.

Hearing the sound of the wind and seeing the door panel flying, the young man's eyes did not blink, and from beginning to end, he did not change his expression at all, he was still cold and cruel. He drew his sword at will, and slashed down with the light wind, and the door panel that made a great contribution to the clouds against the rain of arrows was like tofu, and cracked from it, scattered aside, and the young man and the horse passed through it.

"You can die." The young man sneered, and the long sword in his hand flashed with a pool of light, as if he was a lover, silent, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the back of the cloud.

The long sword is not suitable for cavalry, but in the hands of this young man, no one will doubt that this long sword cannot kill anyone, even if the opponent holds a spear, the long sword is not longer than a spear. But who said that if you are long, you will definitely be able to kill people, and if you are short, you will definitely not be able to kill people?

The length of the sword lies in the length of the youth, and the edge of the sword lies in the edge of the youth, as long as he wants to, then he can, he can kill, and the enemy will die.

Yun Ting was not afraid, let alone stressed, he took thirty seconds to come to the city gate, ran close to the city gate in five seconds, and then, took another second, stretched out a middle finger, and fiercely despised the cold young man again, expressing his disdain.

At the same time, the young man's sword also came to him, and he was about to cut through Yun Ting's middle finger, and the blood rushed together with his throat. None of this is far away, and it doesn't just exist in the imagination, it only takes a second, and a second later this scene will appear.

But it was only for a second, and the previous second, Yun Ting's figure blurred, his head and body were separated, but not a drop of blood flowed, and after an instant, he disappeared completely.

"Open the gates! Hurry up and open it! The cold young man shouted angrily, his face becoming extremely ugly. The sword in his hand slashed through the air and stabbed against the city gate, the blade bent and bounced again, trembling for a while, and emitting a buzzing sound of the long sword.

"Whoever said that the city walls are thick, the city gates must be thick!" Yun Ting appeared on the other side of the East City Gate and whispered to himself.

"So many people, you guys slowly, I'm leaving." Yun Ting looked at the merchants, people, and players gathered outside the city gate, snorted, and began to run wildly.

Because Yun Ting found that the matter was not over, there were still soldiers maintaining order outside the city gate, but because he appeared too suddenly, he had not come back to his senses.

"Catch him!" After a moment of sluggishness, the soldiers came to their senses, shouted and drew their weapons, and chased after the fleeing clouds.

(End of chapter)