Yun Ting and Oneiroi maneuvered, but they were too late, not that they were too late, but that the rainstorm pear flower needles were too fast, so fast that it was only a second, and the countless needles were all shot on **** Yi. Then they were all bounced off and fell to the ground, the thin needles as thin as cow's hair, and it was impossible to distinguish them without looking closely, and only the light reflected when the reflected sunlight was reflected on them could prove that these thin needles were big killers.

At this time when they had just made a move, the nasty Hui's neck had already been choked off, and he didn't react at all, not even struggling. Just like Yun Xian, he has no way to hurt **** Yi, and the nasty Hui has no way to resist at all. And it was precisely at the same time that Yun Ting and Oneiroi made an instant move. Yunting's green sword slashed at **** Yi's neck, only making a sound of gold and iron, **** Yi did not have any abnormality, his eyelids just blinked slightly, and the corners of his mouth had a little more inexplicable smile.

"It's ridiculous, it doesn't hurt." Yi sneered, let go of his right palm, and the indecent Megumi's body fell from his hand and fell to the floor.

Looking at the corpse of the indecent Hui, the head showed a strange shape, soft as if it was shrugging on the right. In the grasp of **** righteousness just now, his cervical vertebrae were crushed so that there was no pillar on his head, so he was in such a strange state.

The Oneiroi machine kept up with Yun Ting's footsteps, and he was the same, on his unusually white hand, the knife light was flakes, and every turn of his fingers was with the sharp edge of the dagger in his hand, and the cold light was cold. The key points on **** Yi's body stabbed, and he, like Yun Ting, chose the fatal parts. It doesn't matter if they are ruthless or not, for those who don't dream, as long as they can kill the enemy, it is a good means.

But it didn't work!

The vajra talisman resisted everything, and their attacks looked very windy, but they couldn't do harm to **** righteousness. Only the clothes on Yi's body were damaged, but there were no wounds on his body, at most he left a relatively deep white mark, not even a trace of blood, and he couldn't break the skin.

Fast and slow is the gap between life and death, and the boundary between life and death. is righteous, and often reacts in time when Yun Ting and others deliver their killing moves, and countermeasures, or even counter-kills. Yunting is slow, and it is not slow to say that it is slow, but it is indeed slow in comparison with the former, even if it takes the lead, there are countless changes, but it cannot bring fatal damage to **** Yi, and it is impossible to dominate the fighter, this is slow. Can't kill, can't escape, slow is not the main reason, but it accounts for a large part.

Fast is life, slow is death. At least here, at this moment, the fast and slow are judged, and the death of the toad who eats the phoenix, Yun Xian, and the obscene Hui is because of the slowness.

"Retreat." When the indecent Hui died, Yun Ting beckoned the Oneiroi to pull back. Because of the vajra talisman, no matter how many times they cut **** righteousness, it is useless, ten seconds of almost invincible, unless they can really cut tens of millions of times in this short period of time, it is useless! And these tens of millions of times, you must also cut it in the same part, or stab the **** righteous eye! It's just that Yun Ting and Oneiroi are moving, and **** Yi is also moving, he is not stupid, he will not stand stupidly and use himself as a target for people to whip back and forth.

Yun Ting and Oneiroi need tens of millions of times, and they are not sure if they can kill **** righteousness, and **** righteousness only needs to be done once, in these tens of millions of once, catch a flaw once, and you can kill the two of them. This is the difference, so after the two saw that they couldn't do anything, they retreated, because the short ten seconds of the Vajra Fu only passed six seconds, and the remaining four seconds, they had to be dragged back, and they couldn't be killed by **** Yi, and then they had the opportunity to fight back.

Yi's movements are also very fast, although he is a warlock general who uses talismans, but he is still a general. Yi took a few steps out, and came to Yun Ting, and his big hand reached out, and he was about to grab Yun Ting's neck, trying to pinch him to death like a lewd Hui. Maybe in his eyes, this should be the way to die for ants, so for Yun Ting, the ants in his eyes, it is to die like this to conform to his aesthetics.

Yun Ting had already taken precautions, and his body jumped back, and the Qingyu Sword in his hand was already horizontal in front of his neck, blocking the hand stretched out by **** Yi. But the next moment, Yun Ting's face changed, because he was arrested by **** Yi! The sword body of the Qinggang Sword was grabbed by **** Yi, and when he held the hilt of the sword, he felt that he was lifted up by a huge force.

At this moment, Yun Ting only felt like a child, easily lifted up by an adult. The feeling of hanging in mid-air made Yun Ting feel a sense of emptiness, a feeling of powerlessness that he had not tasted for a long time, a feeling that he could not control everything, not even himself.

"Die!"

Yi roared, grabbed the Qingyu sword in his hand, and danced vigorously. He slapped Yun Ting as a fly, but it was not a fly, but Yun Ting, who was holding the Qingyu Sword as a ******, and slapped Yun Ting on the wall with a sword.

"Bang."

Yun Ting didn't let go of the Qingjar Sword, and he didn't use the Human Escape Technique, because at this time, if he let go of the Qingyu Sword, it would be equivalent to losing this weapon and losing his life. If he uses the human escape technique, he also has to let go of the Qingwan Sword, and it is impossible for him to leap the Qingyu Sword with the **** righteousness that holds the sword body. Without a weapon, it is equivalent to giving up life, Yun Ting did not let go, did not want to lose his life, so he was smashed into the wall. His whole body flew away like a cannonball, but it was an iron plate, and the wall shook and shook a lot of dust, but it did not collapse. Yun Ting's entire body seemed to be scattered, and the blood in his body also flowed out of his nose as if he didn't want money, staining half of his cheeks.

"Uh." Yun Ting staggered to his feet from the ground, he shook his head, to clear his mind a little, because the smash made his eyes a little blurry, and the world in his eyes seemed to be constantly moving and rotating.

"Do it!" Yun Ting shouted loudly, and as this sound came out, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and this time, the smash was not light, and even internal injuries. Yun Ting was very aware of the current situation in his body, but he was afraid that there was still a stream of blood in his chest and abdomen.

There was no despair or disappointment in his eyes, and his fighting spirit had not been lost in the current situation. At least, in the world of the clouds, hope exists every moment, but despair does not exist, because it can only appear after the real death.

(End of chapter)