There was wind, passing through the mouth and nose of the clouds. He rushed extremely fast, but the faster was Fang Yue and his horse, in just a few steps, he came to Yun Ting, and Yun Ting just rushed out for a few seconds, he felt the heat rushing to his face, and a strong wind rushed straight on Yun Ting's face, scraping his skin extremely painful.

After all, a person cannot be compared with a horse, and manpower and horsepower cannot be compared, and there is almost a world of difference between the two, which is why so many generals need a good horse. It is one of the many conditions that Dong Zhuo and Cao Cao used to buy Lu Bu and Guan Yu in the past, and it is also the same horse, the Red Rabbit Horse. It can be said that the difference between a good horse and not a good horse, the difference between riding and foot combat, almost determines whether a famous general is strong or not. It was Guan Yu in the past, before he got Chitu, the horses he owned almost dragged down his combat effectiveness, because he could sit on ordinary war horses to lose weight.

In the era of cold weapons, the war horse was the most important of many armaments, so Yun Ting would choose Xiliang as his foothold in his previous life, even if it was a ground surrounded by enemies on all sides, he still chose it, because there was a key factor in the war horse in the important one. So in any case, an infantryman's charge against the onrushing cavalry is no different from suicide.

Yun Ting is not committing suicide, he is extremely calm, he knows that the cavalry is strong, and he fully understands how powerful a cavalry is, even if he can't withstand a charge from an ordinary cavalry. It's just that he still understands the principle of shooting a man before a horse, and catching a thief before capturing the king, just like his enemy at the moment, and choosing to go straight to himself regardless of his soldiers plundering in their camp.

"Death!" The spear in Fang Yue's hand rushed towards Yun Ting, conjuring up three spear heads in the air, relying on the rapid impact brought by the horses, stabbing towards Yun Ting's head, throat, and chest. He didn't care whether Yun Ting ran away or faced him, Fang Yue only knew that Yun Ting was already a dead man, and the strength of each blow of the three spear heads he stabbed, even if Yun Ting could receive a blow, he would vomit blood, and then he couldn't catch the second or third blow.

Yun Ting turned sideways, his body fell backwards with his feet as a support point, and the blade of the Qingyu Sword was slightly sideways in front of him, and he heard the piercing sound of Fang Yue's spear being pointed on it, and cutting. The sand and gravel brought up by the horses galloped over splashed on the skin of Yun Ting****, and there was a stinging sensation, and several small wounds had been made.

Before he could react, the force transmitted by the Qingyu Sword made Yun Ting's body tremble, and he was about to fall down in this posture like an iron plate bridge. But his back was straight, and his feet were firmly nailed to the ground like nails, only shaking, completely relying on the strength of his back to twist the tremendous force that might have caused him to die under Fang Yue's spear.

"It's kind of interesting." Fang Yue on the horse chuckled, his horse had just passed in front of Yun Ting, after sensing Yun Ting's response. Along with his smile, a little silver light appeared, Fang Yue turned sideways, the spear twisted with his body, his arms straightened and retracted, and he tilted towards the clouds like a torrential rain.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" In just two seconds, the sound of raindrops hitting gold and iron came from Yun Ting's body, and the jingle was extremely rhythmic and pleasant. However, this is not hesitant for Yun Ting, and death is calling to him.

His arm danced softly, and the sword changed direction with the change of his arm, blocking the falling raindrops with great precision with each blow. Yun Ting's eyes reflected a torrential rain, countless cold lights, and he needed to find out which points fell first, which points were slightly late, which points would fall on him, and which points were just splashes. He was extremely calm, weaving pictures in his mind, and according to these images, he swung the green sword, horizontally, picking, or blocking, smashing these raindrops that might bloom red flowers on his body, blocking in front of him.

Every little time, the cyan veins on the body of the Qingyu Sword will be brighter, and with the clanging sound, every time there are subtle ripples that are difficult to see with the naked eye from the center point of the collision between the Qingyu Sword and the raindrops, rippling like ripples.

There are dead leaves that have been swept by the wind and are carried here and greeted the ripples. The ripples, rather than the faint sword qi flowing from the Qingyu Sword, continued to move forward, and with a slight sweep, the dead leaves split in two, and continued to be carried by the wind and flew farther away.

It's a little cold. But a second or two seems like countless years have passed. Yunting's body trembled, every muscle in his feet was letting out a tearing and tired wail, his teeth chattered uncontrollably, and his arms could no longer function as freely as before.

He smiled, his weight unable to support him and fell backwards, seeing the last drop of rain in his eyes. It was the most violent point, with Mars, and the wind around it was torn apart by this shot, like raindrops, and like a comet, in the blink of an eye.

Yun Ting was still smiling, and his mind was filled not with a life-and-death crisis, but with a very beautiful scenery. If it were Zhao Yun now, it must be a white and fragrant pear blossom blooming?

Under such a beautiful scenery, I am afraid that no one would think that after purity and purity, it is a poignant scenery of white to pink, pink to red, and pear blossoms from birth to bloom and withering, probably just like a person's life. That's Zhao Yun, Changshan Zhao Zilong's Ruowu pear flower gun, which can make people fall into the beautiful scenery but fall silent and wither.

As if in front of you, as if you were on the horizon.

"It's a pity, it's not." Yun Ting muttered, watching the tip of the spear get closer to him, so close that it seemed to be reflected in his pupils, taking up all of his eyes.

"Human Escape." Yun Ting's somewhat cold voice appeared suddenly.

Fang Yue swept by, he didn't look at it, if there was no accident, Yun Ting was probably dead at this time, and the spear head he stabbed out was real and real, just to cover up the final killing blow. It's just that in an instant, he frowned, and there was no feeling of a spear stabbing a real thing in his arm.

He actually pierced the air?

"Hex?" Fang Yue suddenly woke up, he remembered the fact that the lord had mentioned to him before, that the thief would be magical.

Looking back, Fang Yue didn't see Yun Ting's corpse, and there was no place around him, and the traces of his existence had completely disappeared. This is sorcery? Suddenly, Fang Yue had an extremely uneasy feeling, he seemed to sense that danger was approaching, but he didn't know what it was, and the unknown made people even more frightened.

"Heavenly! Heavenly! At this moment, Rindong's shout came, and he subconsciously looked up and saw a bright spot in the sky.

The stars, the stars in the sky were suddenly falling, and even though it was daytime, I could see it very clearly, and those bright lights were reflected in the eyes of everyone around me. They were landing, falling, radiating the last rays of light, and finally falling, smashing towards Fang Yue at a rapid pace.

Piercing the sky, at the end of the stars, the figure of the clouds appeared. He hovered in mid-air, his arm stabbed out like lightning, and the sword qi from the tip of the Qingyu Sword fell, and the bruises he brought out turned into flashes of light due to his speed.

My sword shines as brightly as a star.

(End of chapter)