In a few months, the player as a whole has improved his strength slightly, and in the past few months, for the toad and others who eat the phoenix, the improvement is undoubtedly huge. Although it is still not as good as those generals, but against these small soldiers, or deputy generals, their personal strength has reached the standard. I believe that as long as these players are given a little more time, it will only be a matter of time before they grow to the point of third-rate, second-rate, and even first-class generals.

It's just this kind of thing, it depends on your personal strength, and it's also your qualifications, not just fight a few so-called monsters, how many levels you upgrade, and you can get the corresponding strength. It's not that simple, if the game of the Three Kingdoms is reduced to that kind of situation, then it will definitely not be able to attract so many empires, federations, and so many citizens in this Tianyuan era. It's a game, and it's not a game. A real game is a game that makes people immersed in it and not feel that they are playing, it is a game of games, that is, false truth.

In the end, it is not the Common Era, there is not so much manipulation and deception, and the boss of the Three Kingdoms is not any human or thing that exists in matter. Behind it, there is a supercomputer, just ask, AD, this greatest existence since the Tian Yuan, how can the brain be the same as those who have brains made of money in their heads.

It's different, so it's different, the players are improving, and the aborigines of the Three Kingdoms are also improving. In this distance, whoever loses the pursuit of strength first and has a little slackness will lose.

Yun Ting has never forgotten this, from that incident when he was a child to the present, he is extremely eager for power, whether it is obtained or not obtained, light or dark, as long as it becomes his own power, then this is what he has. What's more, he had experienced the failure of his previous life, so, he longed more than anyone else because he had lost. Just like Oneiroi and others, they also have what they desire, so that they can be so powerful and distinguish them from those ordinary players. People who don't want to be strong will not be strong, and people who don't want to be strong without strength can always be ordinary people. If you can control it, you have to control it, if you can get it, you have to get it, and the most important thing you can't lose is the heart that is strong.

Yun Ting didn't make a move, because his eyes kept looking at the big man who was surrounded by him, that is, the leader of the Yellow Turban Force. From his appearance just now, Yun Ting recognized it at a glance, in this barracks, before he came, the one who had the most control must be this leader. However, when the clouds came, the result was different.

That big man is very strong, Yun Ting is sure that he must be very strong, he can become a Yellow Turban Lux 200-person squad, how can the man who is the captain not be strong? Elites, elite soldiers, all have their own arrogance, so this leader, no matter the strength, or whatever, has a little bit to subdue the remaining one hundred and ninety-nine Yellow Turban wrestlers.

If he is strong, Yun Ting will be even happier, because this power will soon belong to him. Yun Ting is confident that he can control it, if he can't even control these two hundred Yellow Turban wrestlers and three thousand Yellow Turban soldiers? How is he going to protect what was lost and what is still there?

He smiled lightly, took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and made a throat cutting ceremony with a slash between his throats.

This is a provocation, he is provoking the big man, provoking the pride of the big man as the elite of the Yellow Turban Army. Yun Ting's side, there is also the Oneiroi machine, and Lu Tingcheng didn't make a move, but no, the strength of the former, it definitely goes without saying, as for the latter, in such a venue, how can he have time to play the piano? Yun Ting is not afraid of losing, his goal has been achieved, with the strength of these people, basically in one-on-one, he can defeat those Yellow Turban wrestlers. They need a second or third person to suppress or even defeat the toad and Yun Xian who ate the phoenix.

This is not to say that the strength of these Yellow Turban wrestlers is poor, but as the top level of the players, the strength of Yunting and them has been improving rapidly. But this is just personal strength, and in the real war, except for people like Lu Bu, personal strength is just a joke.

Ten, as long as ten of them form a battle formation, have no contempt, and cooperate with each other tacitly Yellow Turban wrestlers, the five of them will definitely lose. It's just that if they can't win, they will run, and they won't stay and wait for death.

"Da Niu, Li Yun, Wang Li and Wang Qiang, you all come down." The leader of the wrestlers said in a deep voice. He stood up, squinting his eyes at the clouds, and a sharp gaze shot out of his eyes.

He didn't know what the throat-cutting ceremony meant, but it didn't stop him from reading it. In this action, there is such a strong and clear provocation, he is not a fool, he can naturally see it.

He looked at Da Niu and the others who were sick and depressed like an autumn grass, and he said indifferently: "Take the knife." ”

When a soldier heard this, he took out the long knife wrapped in a heavy scabbard and respectfully delivered it to the big man.

He took the knife and strode forward, and with a span, he stood on the platform. Face to face with Yun Ting, even though there was a toad eating a phoenix in front of him, and Yun Xian blocked his vision, but his gaze crossed the two of them and looked at Yun Ting.

Yun Ting stepped forward, pushed away the toad that ate the phoenix, and stood opposite the big man with Yun Xian. As soon as his hand moved, the Qingyu Sword was already out of its sheath and held it in his hand, and the cold sword light was secretly whispering and flickering with a murderous aura.

The big man looked away and landed on the cold sheath of the long knife he was holding.

"My name is Wang Meng." He said.

"I used to be a butcher, and this knife is also a knife for killing pigs, but the knife for killing pigs does not prevent it from killing people."

"I've killed a lot of pigs, and I've killed ...... A lot of people. ”

"In the end, there is no difference between humans and pigs, they both have a head and four legs." Sighing softly, Wang Meng's hand was on the hilt, and with a slight pull, he pulled out the long knife, and the scabbard was thrown to the ground at will. This knife is ordinary, it is indeed as inconspicuous as a pig-killing knife, but the dark red blood stains on the knife show that this knife has killed many pigs and many people. So much so that the swarthy knife was stained with the blood of the victim, who did not know whether it was the victim pig or the victim, and it was left on it like that, and it could never be washed away.

This knife, as Wang Meng said, is a knife that has killed pigs and people.

"Kill." Wang Meng and Yun Ting roared at the same time, shot together, and their bodies pressed forward, colliding together.

The green cylinder sword and the long knife collided together, and a spark jumped up at the junction of the blade and the blade. As the blade blade sawed opposite each other, the harsh sound continued to emit out, but the difference was that these few sounds affected everyone present.

Because they saw that this collision left two footprints on the ground, one of Wang Meng's and the other of Yunting. Along with the footprints, there was blood hanging from the corners of their mouths, and blood flowing from the hilt and hilt of their respective swords between the palms of their hands.

This time, none of them left their hands, and they struck out their greatest strength all at once, so that the palms of the two of them were suddenly shocked by the strength of the other party's counterattack. Blood flowed from the corners of their mouths and hands, but they didn't feel anything, and with a random flick, a few bits of blood splashed out, bringing up another violent wind and howling.

This little injury was not taken seriously by them at all, this is a gesture of life, an injury. It's nothing.

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Qiang ......"

Again and again, the sword (knife) was drawn, and then it was slashed out with more violent, greater force, without a trace of so-called skill, completely, it was a confrontation of strength. Complete power, absolute savagery, abandoning everything else.

The blood at the corners of his mouth flowed more and more, and Yun Ting's mouth was almost swallowing a mouthful of blood, but the blood, in the brewing again and again, was swallowed again, and it was extremely sweet.

His hand had lost sensation, and a few collisions caused the muscles on Yun Ting's hand to be strained in the violent twitching. All that remained was numb slashing again and again, again and again, mobilizing the strength of the whole body, on the feet, in the hands, on the sword, again and again the strength of the whole body tightened.

He believes that Wang Meng is not having a good time, so the only thing left is to persevere, to see who can't hold it first, to see whose hands are numb first. Although he was surprised by Wang Meng's arm strength, Yun Ting only believed one thing, the wood and firewood he cut were not cut for nothing!

Yun Ting didn't understand why Wang Yue wanted him to chop wood in the first place, and if he swung the Qingwan Sword dozens of times, there would be no problem, but after hundreds of times, hundreds of times, it was a problem with his arms and your body. If he didn't have the experience of cutting wood a few times, I am afraid that Yun Ting would not be able to use the Qingwan Sword like an arm like an arm until now, and there would be no way to persevere in the confrontation with Wang Meng. With the strength he had before, and his arm, he was afraid that in the tenth blow just now, Yun Ting's hand would be broken, and he would not be able to hold the sword.

Unfortunately, the size of the Qingyu Sword is destined to be used only to break the Ten Meetings with one force, rather than paying attention to skills, only absolute strength is worthy of the Qingwan Sword! This one, the sword of killing.

"Ahh Yun Ting opened his mouth, and a mouthful of stagnant blood spurted out, and all his exposed teeth were covered in blood. It's just that this doesn't prevent Yun Ting's sword from getting faster and faster, he speeds up again, and the shadow of his arm and sword merge into one and slash down!

Chop! Chop! Chop!

Yun Ting only had this word left in his heart, this thought, only by cutting and cutting everything could he wake up when he was already crazy.

Chop! Chop! Chop!

The six roots are all quiet, and the red blood stains the sky. Kill one person after another, only to know that the sky is outside the sky, I am me!

Conquer everything by force, and what Yun Ting is conquering now is only the passing point in everything. There are other people's and there are their own. And what he has to do is to conquer it, and then go and continue to conquer everything by force.

With a sword!

Calm these soldiers!

(End of chapter)

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