Thirteen swords, the fastest sword in Yun Ting's hand, but many times, thirteen swords only need one sword. Because people only have one life, after a sword, no matter if you are the emperor of the world, rich and glorious, even if you stand in the clouds, you will descend to the mortal dust and return to a handful of loess.

A sword.

As Yun Ting said, Lin Bai had never seen such a fast sword, a sword that was faster than his first-line life and death. A light, a shadow, just a moment, the birth and death of a thought, just when Yun Ting's voice sounded, he listened to it in his ears and was about to react, the Qingyu Sword shattered all unrealistic thoughts, and submerged into his chest, the bloody tip of the sword pierced out from the other end, and the blood was quickly withdrawn from the body.

Cold, endlessly cold, Lin Bai could sense the vitality in his body, and his strength quickly disappeared from his body after this sword. He opened his mouth, with a smile of relief, and he did it, even if it was with a life in his game, even if the pain was not much different from when he actually died, but he, he did it!

Yun Ting could clearly hear that Lin Bai didn't speak, and what he could clearly say from the shape of his mouth was, "You are dead." ”

His gaze didn't change in the slightest, and he went past Lin Bai's stiff body to the crossbow on the house. A huge crossbow arrow had been loaded, and when Yun Ting saw it, with the crossbow string trembling in the air, with a whistling all the way, the cold arrow of the crossbow arrow had already pointed at Yun Ting, shooting straight towards him.

This was already expected by Yun Ting, he clearly knew what was a threat to him, and he also knew that the other party was convinced of this. Lin Bai's death, so desperate, was actually just so that the bed crossbow could catch his traces and hit him accurately.

It's a pity that this kind of stingy wish can no longer be realized after Lin Bai died. Or, from beginning to end, Yun Ting has never been restrained, it is just an illusion, an illusion of extreme stupidity, and it is also an illusion created by Yun Ting.

Lin Bai's body completely lost its support, and the last trace of vitality instantly broke away and fell to the side. At this moment, Yun Ting quickly pulled out the Qingyu Sword, and the blood he brought out splashed a blood-colored mist in front of him. As soon as his sword turned, the blade went down, and he used the broad blade of the sword to shoot at Lin Bai's corpse.

"Bang." The Qingyu Sword made a dull sound when it came into contact with the corpse, and under Yun Ting's full force, Lin Bai, who was a hundred pounds of power, was shot out like a sandbag, and slammed straight into the crossbow arrow. "Bang." With the second sound, the crossbow arrow pierced Lin Bai's chest, a puddle of flesh and blood, as well as fragments of internal organs, splashed out in the big hole that penetrated the chest, and the cold arrow appeared in this place, followed by the arrows of the crossbow arrow, half penetrated and stayed behind the back, and half in front of him, and just like that, it penetrated Lin Bai's body.

The speed of the bolt was hindered in the slightest, just a little, and it was just as fast. But in this thread, it was enough for Yun Ting to dodge, and without using the human escape technique, he only took a step to the left, and with a short body, he dodged the arrow that was almost certain to die.

The crossbow arrows flew by whizzing, followed by a "boom". An earthen wall in front of the crossbow bolt was shattered by it, but it couldn't stop it at all, and continued to fly forward, carrying Lin Bai's corpse and not knowing where it went.

"Hurry, hurry! Hurry up and aim at him again! The man in black on the house shouted urgently, missing an arrow, and when it was time to shoot the second arrow, the cloud changed direction, but it was necessary to move the aiming point of the bed crossbow again to be able to attack him accurately.

However, the bed crossbow that required multiple people to operate, coupled with its own weight, made every step extremely cumbersome, and when they were ready, Yun Ting didn't know where to go. The man in black's heart was cold, knowing that after the death of their leader, the crossbow would be almost useless. If it is in the defense of the city, a row is full of people, and the bed crossbow can go down with an arrow and kill more than a dozen people without aiming at all. But in the current situation, let alone ten people, even one person is difficult to kill!

The clouds moved, and the people in the room moved the bed crossbow and sped forward as they tried to aim at him. A hand was hidden on the wound in the lower abdomen, and with the violent movement of his body again, the wound was torn and there were bursts of pain, accompanied by the blood that had gradually become less and less dripping suddenly flowed out of the wound, quickly staining Yunting's clothes red again.

As if he didn't feel the slightest feeling, his steps were still steady and firm, and he ran towards the bed crossbow, leaving a trail of blood spilled along the way.

Crossbow arrows that roared from its side fell into solid ground, smashing a small crater into which the tip of the arrow was gone. As Yun Ting approached, the sound of crossbow arrows around his body was increasing, but his body was not tense at all, and his mind was in a state of complete relaxation. For Yun Ting, as long as he is in the process of moving at all times, the bulky bed crossbow will definitely not be able to shoot him, unless there is a master of calculation and prediction among these men in black. But obviously not, if there were, then Yun Ting would have died a long time ago, and these people have no way to let a person stay by his side for a long time, observe him, and measure his behavior, so as to achieve the purpose of being able to predict his behavior.

"What to do? Now we can't do anything about it! The black-clothed man operating the winch sweated like rain, and with every arrow missing, every step of the cloud, his heart became more dull and made it difficult for him to breathe.

He then proposed, "Let's run, how can a bed crossbow kill him in this situation?" If we stay here, we'll just die in vain! ”

"Let's go?" The black-clothed man in command turned around, stared at him with cold eyes, and said calmly, "Go?" Whether we die in vain or not, we have to stay here, because the bed crossbow is gone, and only our death can make up for it! ”

"Oh? Is it? Yun Ting's voice suddenly sounded. A few people in the house subconsciously looked under the roof, only to find that Yun Ting had long since disappeared.

"Are you looking for me? I'm right behind you. Yun Ting swung his sword, and the sword light flashed, swept over the bodies of several people, and several heads fell, rolling on the roof tiles with a "click", and finally fell into the street.

"Get out of the game!"

(End of chapter)

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