ran away for a distance, Yun Ting also ran indiscriminately, the dead alley is not a problem for him, just climb over, no matter how bad it is, a wall is separated, and people can pass through it. After running out of a long enough distance, Yun Ting stopped, gasping for breath, and waited until the boiling chest gradually subsided, then found a step to sit down, and continued to gasp, at this level can shoot three sword qi is already the limit, just now that the military general is a three-star general, just relying on a sword can not break his defenses at all, if you want to kill him, it is even more mysterious, it is a fantasy.

Don't think that sword qi is a very high-end thing, it's just the energy emitted by the sword, for masters, such as Guan Yu, Zhao Yunzhi and others, it is not much different from the fluctuation of a mosquito shocking and flying. Yun Ting also knew that the sword qi cut out by the Qingyu Sword he used was scattered and chaotic, and the strength could not be gathered in one place, otherwise the general would not just be embarrassed, but seriously injured or even dying. This is the same as your old punch to hit others, the fist is scattered and weak, and the hit is not a fatal part, others hit you in the head, and you can only fall.

More quantity does not necessarily change the quality, more quality, less quantity is enough to hurt people.

Sent a map to the Oneiroi and marked the location, Yun Ting closed his eyes, his breathing stabilized, and he was hurrying to recover the physical and mental power consumed, but now he was really weak, and if there was any more fighting, Yun Ting could only lift the Qingyu Sword to go to hand-to-hand combat.

Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, Yun Ting just imagined that the Oneiroi machine wanted a small pill to taste, and the nature that was good at using poison would also save people, not to mention the drug king of the Oneiroi machine, it would be safer and have a triple guarantee of health and quality. Killing people and saving people are the same, different paths are the same, you have to understand people first, and Oneiroi can completely kill people and save people.

However, the dream god machine did not come, but a strange middle-aged man, soap robe and cloth shoes, with an iron sword at his waist, between walking, the movement is constant, his eyes, face, and the iron sword are as ordinary, but in this ordinary, it reveals the sharpness of the sword, the sword is the king's soldier, and this middle-aged man is the king of the sword, and there is a taste of arrogance in the plain. The middle-aged swordsman walked towards Yun Ting, every step he took was extremely light and slow, but it hit Yun Ting's heart like a big hammer, one step at a time, it could quietly cause oppression and damage to people!

"Poof." Yun Ting spat out a mouthful of blood, opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged swordsman, and at the same time, there was a system prompt sound in his ears.

"The player was crushed by the momentum of the great grandmaster Wang Yue, fell into a state of internal injury, lost fifty percent of his physical strength and mental strength, and decreased the effectiveness of the spell, please recover in time."

Wang Yue, the middle-aged swordsman in front of him is Wang Yue, Yun Ting looked surprised, not for anything else, the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera are Wang Yue's apprentices, and Wang Yue is the only one in the Three Kingdoms who has defeated Lu Bu head-on!

"Wang Yue!" Yun Ting blurted out, his hand was already on the hilt of the sword, ready to pull out the Qingyu Sword at any time, although he knew that it was impossible to resist, he couldn't sit still.

"You know me?" Wang Yue was a little surprised, stopped, looked at Yun Ting and asked.

"The first wonder man in Shenzhou, the eighteen-year-old horse single-handedly challenged the king of Qiang, how many people don't know him?" Yun Ting said slowly. The more dangerous it is, the calmer Yun Ting becomes, and because of this, Yun Ting can often get through every crisis.

"Wrong, I'm Wang Yue, I'm here to kill you today." Wang Yue said his intention very truthfully, without any hint of concealment, it was so direct and simple. As a great master, he has absolute self-confidence, self-confidence that Yun Ting can't escape, because of self-confidence, he is simple, simple to treat everything, simple to destroy everything.

The swordsman is sincere to the sword, and the sword is sincere, so the sword can kill. Wang Yue believes in the sword, believes in the iron sword in his hand, whether it is a wooden sword or an ordinary iron sword in the blacksmith shop, he believes in the sword, so no one can stop his sword, or it has been blocked, but very few people can survive to the end. The difference is only whether he is willing to kill that person or not.

Wang Yue stood there, as smooth as nature, there was not a trace of flaw in his body, everything around him was stagnant, and Yun Ting suddenly had an illusion, no matter how he ran, even if he used the human escape technique ten times in a row, he couldn't escape, not to mention, the current spiritual power was not enough to use it ten times, let alone escape.

"Why did you kill me?" Yun Ting put his hand down, with an indifferent expression, the grand masters will not kill people indiscriminately, they have their own pride, even if they want to let people die, they will let him die clearly.

"You've killed too many people, so I'm here to kill you." Wang Yue said.

The only thing that people can't do wrong is to eat, yes, Yun Ting began to eat, holding a baked cake in one hand and a wine jar in the other, and began to eat and drink.

Wang Yue looked at Yun Ting with interest, his long hair fluttering in the wind, his hands behind his back, and he stood quietly. Yun Ting finished eating the bread in his hand, poured a sip of wine, and said: "Some people eat for the sake of eating, some people eat for the sake of being full, some people eat for the sake of hunger, some people kill for the sake of killing, some people kill for the sake of life. The result is all eating, the result is killing, it's just the process, the reason is different, this is the so-called difference, in my opinion, where is the real difference? What is the difference between eating the same and killing the same. ”

After a pause, Yun Ting drank all the wine in his hand, raised Wang Yue with the wine jar, and asked, "A piece of cake?" Would you like a jar of wine? ”

"Yes."

Yun Ting put the empty wine jar in his hand on the ground, took out a piece of cake and a jar of wine from the package, and threw it to Wang Yue.

"You have a lot of Inhuman tricks, but my sword has also killed a lot of Inhumans, much more than yours." As he was talking, Wang Yue had already caught the cake and the wine jar, unsealed the wine jar, and when he raised his head, all the wine went into his mouth, and he poured it like this, but he had already drunk it in a few breaths.

After eating this piece of baked cake in two or three bites, Wang Yue sighed: "What I ate and drank in the Qiang world back then was much worse than this." After a moment of silence, the atmosphere of this uninhabited alley suddenly became solemn, the smell of wine had long since dissipated, and there were only two people left, and the two swords were silently staring at each other.

"What you said is very right, eating is eating, killing is killing, there is no right or wrong, there is no distinction between good and evil, eating is eating, killing someone is killing, I eat your food, it means that I still want to kill you. Take me with a sword, and if you don't die, I won't kill you! ”

Wang Yue said softly, pulled out the iron sword, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the clouds, and the momentum of the whole person became fierce, like a green sword out of the sheath, the sword was shocking to the world, and everything became dull and colorless because of Wang Yue. Even the ordinary iron sword in his hand gave people an illusion that this was the real Qingyu Sword, the real Sword of Killing Dao. And the one on Yun Ting's back is just a fake iron sword.

"The player accepts the mandatory task and takes Wang Yue's sword, and there is no reward for success, and the player dies if he fails."

Yun Ting's hand was on the hilt of the Qing Yu Sword, but he did not pull out the Qing Yu Sword, he kept it like this, breathing gently, Yun Ting's body and mind fell into a kind of calm, the ancient well has no waves, nothing can attract Yun Ting's attention, nor can it destroy this peace. The clouds are resting, to adjust the body and mind to the best state, waiting for Wang Yue's sword in the tranquility, that must be wonderful and dazzling, must meet this sword, can not escape, can not retreat, and strive not to let himself become the lonely fireworks under the sword.

A glint of appreciation flashed in Wang Yue's eyes, and he quickly regained his previous coldness, and said: "Catch it, a sword determines life and death, kill, and the one who is killed is the one who is killed!" ”

"If you can stop it, it's naturally not murder. If you can't stop it, that's killing. ”

After speaking, Wang Yue's body turned into a phantom, and the roaring sword roared like thunder, and the iron sword brought a thunderbolt of blue light, piercing Yun Ting's chest, and it was about to pierce Yun Ting's chest in just a moment. The sword moves with the heart, the heart moves with the person, the person moves at will, Wang Yue has reached the high and profound realm of the intention to move the sword, light an inch thick and an inch at his fingertips, lifting light as heavy, lifting weight as light, Wang Yue can exert the power of a hammer with a dagger, not to mention that now he is holding the sword he is best at.

Yun Ting's heart swayed, and at this time, he pulled out the Qingyu Sword, the heavy sword against the tip of the sword, the famous sword and the ordinary iron sword collided together, making a crisp sound of gold and iron.

Double crushing, double crit, and that spiritual suppression effect, the reason why Yun Ting didn't pull out the Qingwan Sword for a long time is because of this effect!

But now it seems that this has little effect, Yun Ting was hit by a huge force, and his hands almost couldn't grasp the Qinggang Sword, although he threw down and grabbed the Qingwan Sword, but Yun Ting couldn't feel the sensation of his arms anymore, and the skin and flesh of his palms were grinding down in the friction with the hilt of the sword!

The body flew back uncontrollably, drawing a parabola in the air, spitting blood foam in his mouth one after another, Yun Ting's face became extremely pale, the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, and blood was flowing from the corners of his eyes, ears, and nose!

The strength is not gone. Yun Ting blocked Wang Yue's sword, but there was no way to unload the power attached to the iron sword god. Through the iron sword, through the green sword, through Yun Ting's arm, Wang Yue's force directly hit Yun Ting's body, penetrating through the internal organs.

Wang Yue took half a step back, his expression was indifferent as usual, the tail finger of his left hand holding the sword trembled slightly, his foot stepped deeply into the alley bricks, and fell into ten centimeters, Wang Yue used his left hand, which showed that he did not use all his strength! Look at the green cylinder sword and sword has an extra white mark on the body, and Wang Yue's iron sword is still straight, without any wear, you must know that the green cylinder sword is a divine weapon, that iron sword is just an ordinary commodity at best, the divine soldier and ordinary weapons have such a result, this result has to be surprising! But it was expected.

"Bang!" Yun Ting's body smashed into the alley wall, making a booming sound, the wall collapsed, and the sand and stones submerged Yun Ting's entire person, leaving only half of the sword body of the Qingyu Sword exposed.

Two flying knives flew out at this time, straight to Wang Yue, a man in white at the entrance of the alley flew behind the flying knife, the face of the Oneiroi machine was extremely gloomy, the dagger in his hand flashed with a strange light, and the speed was not worse than half a minute from the flying knife that flew over! Wang Yue just turned his face sideways, and the two flying knives slashed in front of him, the difference between the eyelashes was only one centimeter, and his eyes could feel the stinging pain of the strong wind, and he could also feel the chill on the flying knives.

At this moment, the Oneiroi Machine had already come to Wang Yue's face, his eyes intersected, and the delicate dagger had already slashed down on Wang Yue's throat. The silver light suddenly discharged, bringing a trace of cold wind, and also blowing a few lines of green silk, the eyes of the Dream God Machine were full of murderous intent, and it was Wang Yue's eyes that were still unfazed.