The man stood between the clouds and the battle madness, his raised body stood firmly, and his two hands grasped the blades of the Qingyu Sword and the Wuyue Sword respectively, and tightly grasped the sharpest point. His hand flashed with a metallic light, similar to a fist glove, and it was temporarily called a fist glove, it was precisely because of the existence of this thing that he was able to grasp the murder weapon Qing Yu Sword in his hand without any burden, you must know that before, even the war mad Wuyue was split a small gap. If Yun Ting is allowed to continue to slash, then the result is obvious, the sword will destroy people.

"Is that you?" Yun Ting looked up at the man who had suddenly arrived, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

The man smiled, even if he was laughing, but his facial features still gave people a sharp feeling. He let go of his grip on Wuyue's left hand and grabbed it behind him, where a dagger was spitting cold light and stabbing at the back of his heart.

"yes, it's me." He continued, his face unchanged, even if he grabbed an empty hole with his left hand, it was not surprising.

He stood, his body straight, his tall body seemed to be a high mountain, and no one could easily cross him. Every inch of the three-dimensional facial features is like a knife and axe, although it looks handsome, but it is more tough, just like a richly decorated but extremely sharp sword, which makes people feel cold.

"Brother." The battle maniac screamed, his face was a little surprised, but more unwilling.

The warrior players in the distance also stood upright, and gave a military salute one after another, and said in unison: "Big young master!" ”

They didn't even bother to aim at the crossbow in their hands, and they did a military salute, and did not put down their half-raised hands, as if they were being reviewed, and only lowered their hands after receiving a response from the leader. There was a sparkle in the eyes of these players, and it was a wholehearted admiration from the inside out.

"Yes." The man gave an understatement, and the surrounding warrior players put down their half-raised hand as a military salute.

He turned his head, looked at Oneiroi and said, "Still coming?" ”

"It's fine." Yun Ting spoke, stopping the Oneiroi machine that was about to come forward. He stared at the man who was close at hand, and there was a little more inexplicable meaning on his face, he really didn't expect this person to appear here.

He is Zhan Feng, the eldest son of the Zhan family, the elder brother of the war maniac, and the youngest major general in the history of the Empire. In the context of the Norland Rebellion and the intervention and support of the Federation, Zhanfeng led a fleet to launch a surprise attack, which not only quelled the Norland Rebellion, but also severely damaged the Fourth and Eighth Fleets that the Federation came to support. Later, he counterattacked the Federation, attacked the Federation Plus District, and was called the Imperial Blade after returning from victory.

is such a person, standing in front of Yun Ting now, is he friend or foe? In the past, Yun Ting had a little friendship with Zhan Feng, after all, they were all elite juniors of the Eight Great Families at the beginning, so it was natural that there would be friendships. It's just that now, Yun Ting doesn't know what the situation is.

"It's boring, it's boring." Zhan Feng saw that the Oneiroi machine was no longer moving, and his heart was slightly stunned. It's rare to meet an opponent who is a little interesting, but he's not here to fight now, and he'll only see later.

Many people who are jealous of the war family secretly call the people of the war family a martial maniac, in fact, it is true, the war family has been born for war since the beginning of the empire, whether it is an individual battle, or a legion, Star Wars is the same, the so-called war family, is a family born for war. For a long time, there have been very few civilian personnel in the war, or people who have joined other industries, and most of them are in the army. They are one of the most special beings in the Empire, fighting only for the survival and reproduction of the Empire, the Imperial Family, and ignoring everything else.

Zhan Feng did not resist the word martial maniac, on the contrary, he liked it incomparably, because those people were not madmen, so they couldn't see the world of madmen. In this world, if a person is not a madman, then he must be a genius.

If you don't go crazy, you won't survive. There is a saying in the ancient Chinese gods that it is not crazy, how can you become a Buddha? If one day the Federation is annexed and there is no war in the universe, then in addition to starting a new war, the warfighters will only have the road to extinction, and even if the warlords still exist at that time, they are not the warlords in the hearts of all the real warfighters.

"So you're going to stop me?" Even if this person was Zhan Feng, Yun Ting had no intention of giving in. Even if he really fought, he didn't know who could win a little higher, and in comparison, his side had one more high-end combat power than the battle maniac side. Yun Ting just didn't want to make senseless sacrifices.

"Of course." Zhan Feng nodded without hesitation, his palm grasping the Qingyu Sword with no intention of letting go.

"Although my brother is indeed not a good person, he is still much more pleasing to the eye now. Since it's pleasing to the eye, you can't let others shout and kill, even if it's a game. He said.

Zhan Feng yawned, and continued, "While the traditions of the War Clans may seem ridiculous, so does your understanding of destruction. Isn't death a person destroyed? Isn't being killed a failure? Isn't total destruction death the same as death? And your murderous intent is actually to make people feel the deepest despair, because you can't get rid of your despair at the beginning, so you have to let others experience it. ”

He looked at Yun Ting meaningfully, "In the end, the killing intent in your heart is not how deep, otherwise it is not in the game, but in reality." It's just that even if the killing intent is so shallow, it can't dispel the idea that you want to wipe out a person, Yun Ting. ”

"Huh." He suddenly let go of the palm of his sword, clenched into a fist and struck at the cloud like lightning, so fast that it flashed in front of his eyes, only to hear the sound of his entire arm slashing through the air, and the fist breaking through the air barrier, and it came in front of him.

At this time, new obstacles have appeared at the end. The sword slanted horizontally, its smooth blade flat against its fist until it struck it hard, and a circle of ripples that seemed to be visible to the naked eye spread out in all directions. The sword hummed, and the blade bent backwards in a small arc, but soon returned to its original form.

Yun Ting's face remained unchanged, and the arm holding the Qingyu Sword was lowered, and a wisp of blood on the blade of the sword trickled down towards the tip of the sword, until little by little it fell to the ground with an overwhelmed drop.

"Look. It's always been hard to get yourself bleeding. Zhan Feng stretched back his arm, blood dripping from between his fingers, but he continued as if he didn't feel it, "It's just that it feels good to be bleeding." ”

"And you're not up against me." Zhan Feng meant something.

Yun Ting ignored it, he just stared into Zhan Feng's eyes and asked, "What exactly do you want to do?" ”

"You'll know one day, and maybe you'll be one of us." Zhan Feng smiled slightly and continued, "Banshan and Douhai asked me to say hello to them on their behalf. ”

"Oh yes, your opponent will be here soon, hopefully they'll warm you up." Zhan Feng turned, exposing his unsuspecting back to the clouds.

Yun Ting didn't move, just frowning and thinking about something. He watched Zhan Feng leave with the Battle Maniac and the Zhanjia player, and then he came back to his senses.

"That's it! Collect the camp, bring everything of value that you can bring, and burn everything else you can't bring! Yun Ting gave a loud order. Even though he knew that the temporary camp of the Players Alliance did not have much to call valuable, he still gave a solemn order.

"Yes!" The Yellow Turban soldiers behind responded in unison, running towards the tents in the barracks in an orderly manner.

(End of chapter)

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