"You ......" **** Yi's fingers trembled, but there was no way to lift it, and it was difficult to even tremble a few times.

He lay there, blood soaking a patch of the ground and dripping all over the ground. Yi never thought that he would lie down, that he would not be able to move on the ground, and that he would shed so much blood. He never thought that he would be hurt like this by someone like an ant, which was almost, equivalent to a dream.

It's a pity that this is not a dream, and the pain in the body is telling **** Yi that his so-called dream does not exist. He was defeated, at the hands of people who were very disdainful, at the hands of Yun Ting, who could have been killed with a pinch.

"What am I?" Yun Ting took an intact chair, put it not far from the place where **** Yi fell, sat down, and cocked Erlang's legs.

"Look at it, the first party of the Yellow Turban on the Weizhen side, the blood doesn't seem to be much like mine, and it seems to be able to flow out." Yun Ting wiped a handful of blood from his mouth, and said with his lips slightly curled.

Seriously, Yun Ting is also a little worried about this final result, after all, showing weakness for so long has minimized **** Yi's vigilance, so that it can be so smooth. Moreover, poison, hidden weapons, sound attacks, and all kinds of attack methods can be used to beat **** righteousness like this.

If it were to be replaced by another player, it was estimated that it would be directly destroyed by him, and it would not take a few seconds.

You know, Yun Ting this time, but called the characters who belonged to the demons in the players to come to the scene, it turned out that the indecent Hui was not counted, but he took out the rainstorm pear flower needle, and immediately rose to a level and became a demon-level player. In fact, the nasty Hui didn't know that a certain Ting's evil mind actually wanted to have a large light bulb to attract hatred. And the obscene Hui really did it perfectly, and he also gave a special surprise gift package.

Six top players, three dead and two injured, the last one who didn't have anything to do was ambushed on the roof because of need, otherwise it would be a fate of death or injury. If other players were to be afraid that the barracks of the Yellow Turban Army would not be able to enter, and even if they did, they would not have so many means like Yunting.

You may say, it's good to use a pile of people. But how many people do you need to pile people? Let's not say that the military camp can't get in, it's impossible for you to use 10,000 players to pile up **** righteousness.

Seeing so many people, every aboriginal of the game, the generals will be careful and will not be careless. Because no one would be so stupid, when there are many people, they still engage in morality and the like, ants and the like. Yi will not go to those players like he did to Yunting, he will directly take out five Heavenly Fire Flame Talismans and throw them directly.

Use the most violent and simple way to solve it!

It's so tiring, this time, whether it's brainpower, or strength, or luck, as long as it's a little bit worse, maybe the final result will not be like this. After all, the strength is too bad, and it is still Yun Ting's previous life under the influence of that old poisonous snake that he can set up such a situation.

Without this experience, it is estimated that Yun Ting would not have the courage to return to the Yellow Turban Army, and he would not be able to face the **** righteousness. Righteousness is in the light, the clouds are in the dark, no matter how many calculations you make in the dark, it can't compare to a move on the surface, as long as you **** righteousness is careful.

In the end, it could only be Yunting and them, not him who fell to the ground, not far from death.

"What? Unwilling? Or do you feel too wronged to be killed by us? Yun Ting saw that **** Yi had been staring at him, and said slowly.

After all, in the end, he was sitting, not lying, but Yun Ting also knew that when he was lying down, there was no way to stare at people like **** Yi. Instead, he died directly, and he was directly smeared.

Yun Ting is very weak now, the thirteen swords have squeezed all the strength in his body, he is very tired, he wants to sleep, and even if he sits like this, he can sleep. But no, Yun Ting held his eyelids and looked at **** Yi.

He is too lazy to move now, not too lazy, but unable to move, and he no longer has any strength to take this chair just now. The Qingyu sword was placed on his lap, and he didn't have the strength to lift it, stabbing into the chest of **** Yi and killing him. So Yun Ting must sit here, raise his spirit, and stare at **** righteousness, because these generals are too dangerous.

Even at the last moment, they can't relax, and even if they take their last breath, they have to see it with their own eyes. Otherwise, if you are not careful, it will be a fate.

In the previous life, such things were not uncommon, but now it's just that the player's strength is generally not enough, otherwise it won't be less. Don't ignore the power of the aborigines to survive, they only have one life, so they cherish it and will use 200% means to protect themselves. And the player, compared to it, is less of this threat, that is, the desire for life. In the end, players will be discredited if they die too many times, but in the front, there is no such danger at all.

Yun Ting knows a lot, so he is extra careful, he must wait for the Oneiroi machine to come out of the wall, or **** Yi can't hold it and hang up, otherwise he won't relax for a moment.

As for Lu Qingcheng, Yun Ting didn't count on him anymore, the sound of the piano was still ringing, but he was afraid that he would burst his throat, and the other party would not be able to hear his voice. So, Yunting can only wait!

"Hahahaha......" **** Yi suddenly laughed, blood foam kept pouring out of his mouth, but he didn't care, and kept staring at Yunting. In the eyes, there is a kind of cruelty, and there is a kind of cruelty that the jade is burned and dies together.

Yun Ting hiccuped in his heart, and he had a premonition of danger, but he didn't know where this premonition came from.

Yi obviously can't move, if he can, seeing Yun Ting like this, he would have come to kill him a long time ago! Where does this sense of danger come from?

Yun Ting didn't know, so he could only be on guard, his eyes staring at **** righteousness, because the threat could only be this one, and it couldn't be anything else!

"Hahaha..." **** Yi continued to laugh, the laughter was terrifying, and very arrogant. It was as if he was sitting now, and the clouds were lying on the ground.

"Die!" He jerked to his feet, crackling bones. Yi's face was bruised and pale, and green tendons appeared on the bare skin, and his eyes suddenly lost their blackness, and all turned into whites.

There was still blood in his chest, but the blood had become extremely viscous, and every drop that fell remained in the air for a long time.

Yi died, and he didn't die, it was his mind that died, and what was alive was also thought, that one, and finally killed Yun Ting's thoughts.

"Die!" The roar of righteousness, with the blood and internal organs spurting out of the mouth. The pair of hands with tangled muscles stretched out to Yun Ting's chest, and they were about to sink into his chest and crush his heart. But his hand couldn't stretch out any longer, and it stopped just when it touched the flesh of Yun Ting's chest.

A jade hand with skin like condensed fat stretched out from Yun Ting's chest and grabbed **** Yi's hand. Just a slight pinch, the **** Yi's arm, and even the body, turned into fine particles and disappeared!

In this world, there is no more **** righteous existence, no more!

She, just Yunting's last hole card, that is, the true pupil of the jade corpse!

(The blocked word is ma Yuanyi, and I was also drunk when I was blocked.) ）

(End of chapter)

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