Listening to this music, the body will unconsciously slow down, and even the heart will be stable.

Slow is the person, the soothing heart. This song is a divine comedy of sleeping at home, and it is also a holy product of killing people and overselling goods, which makes **** Yi suffer a big loss! His footsteps slowed down, and his movements became very slow, **** Yi could feel himself, slowed by the music, even if he didn't listen to it, he didn't want to, his body still stiffened involuntarily.

Because he can't help but listen, and he can't not think about it, because he doesn't have earplugs, and he's not deaf, and he's not stupid! Under the influence of the previous poison, but also under the effect of the current piano song. Under the dual role, **** Yi understands his own crisis.

Because of the poison, with the passage of time, the effect became better and better, and his face was covered with a layer of gray gas, not the poisonous gas of murder, but the breath of old age and exhaustion.

"Thirteen swords." Just when **** Yi was still stunned, he was frightened for this group of ants, and the really frightened thing happened.

In front of him, the cloud that vomited blood and didn't want money moved, and the green cylinder sword in his hand turned into cold light, green rainbow, and shattered the air, like the tip of a sword handed out from countless spaces, stabbing towards **** righteousness.

The person who could see the clouds and thunder was still spurting blood from his mouth, but **** Yi didn't see his sword clearly, the thirteen swords stabbed out by the Qingyu sword.

Yun Ting didn't use the soul, no matter how he used the soul, he couldn't kill the **** righteousness, Yun Ting was bound to die, so the soul was absolutely unusable. His injury really can't afford to bring the soul to the possession, although it was a real man for a few seconds, but that real man is fatal.

Yun Ting can only destroy everything by believing in the green vat in his hand, believing in the thirteen swords, believing in himself, and believing in the sword.

Fast! Fast! Fast!

The green mistle pierced by the cloud was so fast that it was silent, and the air around him was torn, and his arm was sore, and it was about to be strained in just one moment. But he still persevered, stabbing out thirteen swords.

Fast! The sword is faster than the heart, and **** Yi can only passively dodge the first sword stabbed by the clouds, but there is no way to use the human escape technique.

The gust of wind made his cheeks tingle, and he was shocked and surprised. In the righteous heart, there is even fear. Because I can't see clearly, because I don't know. Because it's too fast.

His hand reached into his arms and took out five sigils, and between the fingers of his left hand were five fiery red sigils, and from the patterns outlined on them, he could even feel the heat billowing in.

This is the Heavenly Fire Burning Plain Talisman, and in each rune seal, the magic Heavenly Fire Burning Plain is entered, even if it is three points weaker than the Heavenly Fire Burning Plain cast by the strategist himself, but this is the Heavenly Fire Burning Plain, a large-scale fire attack spell. Yi already has a dangerous forethought, and he knows that if he doesn't pay attention to Yunting, he will die!

So as soon as he made a move, he took out these five fire talismans, and he didn't care if this council hall would be burned down. As long as you can kill Yun Thunder and remove the danger, then it's worth it!

Righteousness didn't make a move! It's not that he doesn't want to make a move, but he can't make a move, Yun Ting's second sword has already stabbed, and he doesn't even have a second, so he can only continue to dodge backwards.

The talisman in his hand also stayed in his hand, and there was no chance or time to throw it out.

The third sword, the fourth sword, and the fifth sword came out one after another, one sword faster than the other, and one sword stronger than the other. This is the thirteen swords, the enemy is strong, the stronger it is, the weaker the enemy, the stronger it is.

Yun Ting only now understands that the meaning of his thirteen swords is strong!

Sweep everything away!

Thirteen swords, swords and swords kill gods, whether you are an immortal god above the nine heavens or not, they will stab you down to the earth. An indomitable sword, an indomitable person, an indomitable will, this is the thirteen swords.

Even if the opponent is a god, an immortal, or an existence above the Nine Heavens, you have to stab him down to the mortal dust!

The third sword, the fourth sword, and the fifth sword were dodged by **** Yi one after another, but one corner of the sleeve had been cut off, his hair was also scattered, and a strand of long hair had fallen on his head.

It can be imagined how thrilling it was when **** Yi dodged Yunting's sword, almost all of the sword blades were cut through clothes and skin. It is only a fraction of a centimeter away from **** righteousness, and it can be killed.

"Nope! No way! **** Yi shouted loudly, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the sixth sword.

His hand was grasped on the Qingyu Sword, and he wanted to use his hand to lift the Yunting Lianjian as he did just now to resolve the current crisis.

However, it is still useless, the sword comes and goes quickly, and when the **** righteousness has not yet exerted its strength, the green cylinder sword has been taken back. Only one flesh was left upside down, dripping with flesh and blood, revealing a palm full of bones.

No one can catch the thirteen swords, no one, whether it is the enemy or Yun Ting himself, as long as the thirteen swords are shot, it is a scene of death and no life. Either the enemy dies, or Yun Ting dies, because when the first sword is stabbed, it cannot be withdrawn, and only thirteen swords can be stabbed, or death, and there is no third ending.

The seventh sword, which had already injured **** Yi, slashed from his arm holding the Heavenly Fire Flame Talisman, and with a slight stroke, he cut a big hole in **** Yi's arm and clothes. Yi's arm trembled unconsciously, but the talisman in his hand was still held tightly and did not be dropped.

He endured the pain, his eyes flickered, and he wanted to grasp the weakness that he didn't know if there was at any time in this situation, and kill the cloud with one blow. But no, the eighth sword **** Yi dodged again, and there was still no chance, because the ninth sword had already appeared.

The green sword flashed with light, and every vein on the sword body carried the deepest cyan bloodthirsty intent.

The sharp tip of the sword, the sword body, pierced into the abdomen of **** Yi and was dodged, but then a big hole was cut on **** Yi's body. It was bleeding openly, and the flesh was cut openly, and the slender lines were hideous and terrifying.

The tenth sword was caught by **** Yi again, this time, **** Yi's two fleshy palms clamped the Qingyu sword, and the Heavenly Fire Flame Talisman in the palm of his hand flickered, and he was about to burst out of it with endless power.

Yun Ting had no sorrow or joy, because he already knew that the talisman could not be burned, and his entire heart, including his soul, was on the Qingvat Sword. With every vibration of his arm, his heart and soul also vibrate, and the thirteen swords, the force required for each sword to stab out was very large.

Yun Ting's arm was out of force for a while, but he still held it out, this is a habit, and it is also the indomitable progress of the thirteen swords.

The Heavenly Fire Flame Talisman was burning, but the bigger flames did not appear, because the Qingyu Sword had already been withdrawn, and by the way, the five talismans were destroyed, making these five talismans completely useless.

Eleven swords, twelve swords, thirteen swords, and the last three swords, fast as lightning, but not shocked. This is the ultimate speed, when it cuts through the air, the wind doesn't even have time to come out, the horror without sound, the extreme speed in the extreme, the strongest killing.

At this time, the blood in Yun Ting's mouth and nose was overflowing with blood, and even everything in front of him became blurred. But thirteen swords, no delay, no hesitation, this is the last three swords. is either a **** righteous death, or the last three swords of his cloud thunder death.

Yoshi's eyes widened in disbelief, and a hole appeared in his chest. Blood poured out of it, and his face was all bloody, and his pale lips were spurting, not knowing what to say. He fell backwards, his body falling to the ground, unable to move again.

(End of chapter)