Yun Ting's outstretched hand, from the back of the hand, the skin is crystal white, it does not look like a big man's hand, the only thing that seems abrupt is probably the thick bone joint. A layer of cocoons has been ground out of the palm of the hand, which is left over from the practice of swords in the past, and when using the Qingyu Sword, every time the hilt is swung, it will rub against the skin of the palm, in addition to grinding out a layer of cocoon, otherwise the palm of the sword will be blurred with flesh and blood if the sword is a little more.

At this time, Yun Ting stretched out his hand and headed towards Lu Bu. This is a hand stretched out in a desperate situation, and anyone in a desperate situation will want to grab it, but Lu Bu is now closed with his eyes closed, and he can't see Yun Ting's outstretched hand, and he doesn't seem to be able to hear his coming.

Yun Ting's outstretched hand, in the next moment, turned his palm into a fist and slammed towards Lu Bu's chest.

This is not a hand stretched out with kindness in a desperate situation, but more like a hand that has fallen into a well and wants to kill Lu Bu. Yun Ting's face was expressionless, without a bit of killing intent, but his hand was so black, he didn't have any spare strength, and he punched out, driving the air flow in the air to make a piercing explosion.

"Bang." Yun Ting's fist stopped only a few centimeters away from Lu Bu's chest, as if there was an invisible wall in front of him, protecting Lu Bu, Yun Ting's fist hit the top hard, but he couldn't move an inch, and he could feel the pain of the whole palm, faintly numb.

Yun Ting's face showed a look of surprise, just as he guessed, Lu Bu would be protected by the power of ghosts and gods when he entered the state of ghost and god advent. Just like this invisible wall, around his body, there was invisible protection everywhere, which could also explain why those Xianbei cavalry were often powerless, except for the black mist, the power of ghosts and gods overflowing around Lu Bu's body was the real terrifying thing.

Yun Ting stepped back, stepped on his feet, took a few steps back in a row, and finally stopped, the Qingyu Sword stabbed out, "Bang La", the Qingyu Sword pierced into the air, and suddenly burst out of light, a greater force restrained the Qingyu Sword, and in the confrontation with it, the two forces continued to annihilate and collide.

The virtual and real figure behind Yun Ting became clearer and clearer, and the veins on the body of the Qing Yu Sword "came alive" one after another, and the cyan light radiated inch by inch. In the cyan carving, there was blood flowing, and on top of the cyan, there were layers of blood light. The faint cyan light was mixed with the luster of blood, and the Qingyu Sword was now just holding it in Yun Ting's hand, and an invisible sword qi emanated from the blade and slashed in all directions, competing with the power of the ghosts and gods that continued to overflow from Lu Bu's body.

In the middle of the cloud and Lu Bu, a few steps away, there was a sound of explosions all the time. The aftermath of the collision spread out in all directions along the central dot ripples, gently hitting a strand of long fluttering hair from the clouds, cutting it neatly and falling down.

In Yun Ting's eyes, from the pupils, there was a blue light shining. He could clearly see the invisible power in the air, and every bit of energy that overflowed hit him in front of his eyes, and it was invisible.

Inhaling gently, Yun Ting knew that even if the skill of the Qingyu Sword Soul was very powerful, it still couldn't compete with Lu Bu's Ghost God Descending, because the Qingyu Sword in his hand was not a complete Qingyu Sword, but a mutilated one. The power on the sword has also weakened, and those masters or enemies who have died under the Qingyu Sword for generations are all masters of the sword, so that the sword soul of the Qingyu Sword can be condensed. It's just that Lu Bu's ghosts and gods have descended, and what has come is ghosts and gods, and among the Three Kingdoms, those who can have a god word are often the most powerful.

Interrupt! Interrupt the process of Lu Bu's ghost god coming! This is what Zhang Liao said, in the game in his previous life, Cao Cao was not able to interrupt the arrival of Lu Bu's ghosts and gods, and at that time, Cao Cao was still a large number of generals, and he was not able to interrupt the process of Lu Bu's ghost and god arrival.

This time it was much better than the ghost and god that Cao Cao encountered at the beginning, there were not many corpses on the battlefield that could provide a source of his strength, and there were still Xianbei side fighting with Lu Bu for power. Moreover, this is just the beginning, Yun Ting is already standing in front of Lu Bu, now it is up to him to see what power he should use to break through this layer of ghost and god power and awaken Lu Bu.

"Damn! Fast! Fast! Everyone saw the clouds that suddenly appeared, and saw the Qingyu Sword Soul behind him, which was as imposing as the ghost and god phantom behind Lu Bu.

Unlike the ghost and god phantom behind Lu Bu, what they could feel from the Qingyu Sword Soul behind the cloud was a sharp edge, a sharp edge that could pierce everything. Even just a glance of the eyes will feel a tingling pain, and you will have to look away.

Seeing this, the shaman took out a dagger from his bosom, stretched out his hand, and used the dagger to cut a layer of skin on his wrist, and blood suddenly dripped down his wrist. Drop by drop, as if they didn't want money, they quickly soaked the land they were treading on.

"Flesh puppet, attached!" With a shout, the shamans cast spells with their own blood again! With their movements. Something was moving in the soil, and suddenly it broke through the soil, and a layer of flesh and blood intertwined with the soil, attached to the huge unjust soul that was constantly being consumed, this armor attached to it, and immediately turned the unjust soul into a flesh puppet, not only the protection increased, but the same destructive power also became extremely powerful.

"Kill!" Many patriarchs ordered, pulled out the long knives they were wearing, and pointed the tip of the knife directly in the direction where Lu Bu was.

At this moment, they also rode their horses and charged, towards Lu Bu, followed by the cavalry of their clan. When they saw Yun Ting, they couldn't wait any longer, no matter whether this person came to save Lu Bu or kill Lu Bu, they couldn't allow their prey not to belong to them in the end!

Shouting, the ground rumbled, and tens of thousands of horses galloped, enough to destroy everything that stood in front of them. The strength of the individual seemed to be overshadowed in the face of such a powerful group charge, at least for Yun Ting, for most people, and even for Lu Bu who did not use the ghost god to descend on Lu Bu.

Yun Ting looked back, looking at the feathered arrows in the sky, whistling and falling, really like rain, dense, without a little gap, only in an instant can shoot people through, tied into a hedgehog full of spikes. He stretched out his hand, and his index finger and middle finger were pressed together and stroked down the body of the Qingyu Sword, and the cold temperature of the Qingyu Sword body was transmitted from his fingers to his heart, causing the boiling blood of the clouds to cool down suddenly.

He flicked the sword lightly, and a crisp sound sounded, echoing, reverberating, and surging farther away. As he stayed in the game longer, Cloud Thunder's strength improved every day, and he was able to discover the true power of the Blade.

Behind him, there were feathered arrows in the sky, shooting through the air, and behind Yun Ting, he paved a grand picture of war.

He just flicked the blade slightly, his fingertips scraping against the sword, and the sound of gold and iron came out. The voice became more and more urgent, and the feather arrow came to him, behind the cloud, on his head, suddenly stopped, and in an instant, it cracked inch by inch, turning into flying ash.

"Sword Song."

Some people use their swords to make drinking songs, but the sword itself is a song, high and low, and those who can understand it can hear the tune played by the long sword.

Yun Ting stopped, and from around his body, the phantoms of four Qingyu Swords appeared, rotating around his body, and finally, condensed on the Qingyu Sword in his hand, merged into one. The sword spitted and swayed, and the void around the Qingyu Sword was shattered, and the land pointed at by the tip of the sword was pierced with a small hole.

The sword soul behind him raised his head, and a brilliance suddenly flashed in his empty eyes, and there was a raging battle intent. The light that shines through, sharp and sharp, is like a sword, the sword light of an unstoppable long sword, bright and invincible.

The will, the will of the Blue Sword Soul Mad Demon, that is, to destroy, to cut everything. The peerless swordsman who died under the sword of the Qingyu Sword, no matter whether it was famous or nameless, probably only the sword heart remained, and a kind of attachment to the sword in the soul, whether pure or not, when it was controlled by the Qingyu Sword, only the sword intent that belonged to the swordsman remained.

Probably all swordsmen have the same sword intent, that is, to kill the enemy with the sword in their hand.

"Boom", from behind Yun Ting, there was also the sound of a behemoth moving forward, and all the flesh and blood puppets were rushing towards Yun Ting under the control of the shaman. Their bodies have also been blessed with bloodthirsty magic, and they have become extremely violent, and under their huge bodies, they have a speed that does not match their bodies.

Farther away, there were Xianbei cavalry, thousands of horsemen, straight into the remnants of the black fog. At this time, the black fog has become dilapidated and thin, and it no longer has the terrifying effect before.

"Thirteen swords!" Yun Ting's mind was extremely ethereal at this moment, and in his eyes and heart, there was only one sword, the green sword that pierced out.

His hand turned into a blurred shadow, and the Qingyu sword stabbed out, bringing a burst of air, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Lu Bu, stabbing out indomitable. Fast! Fast! Fast! The sword that has abandoned everything, all defenses, and all changes is so resolute, without a little hesitation.

Each sword, stabbed towards a point, sword after sword, almost without a pause, stabbed out in the last second, and came again in the next second. Thirteen swords, that is, thirteen seconds, one sword per second, the sword breaks through the air. In just the fourth second, when the sword was the fourth, the body of the sword showed a reddish color, and the temperature of the blade became extremely high, which was due to the high temperature caused by the friction with the air due to the speed being too fast.

The palm of the palm is hot, and the tiger's mouth and palm, which are protected by thick calluses, are all burned, emitting a pungent and strange smell. In the process of drawing the sword, the skin was torn, a piece of flesh and blood was blurred, and it was burned, and Yun Ting's palm was like an iron goose paw, but there was no fragrance, but a burnt taste.

Put the live goose on the red-hot iron plate, and the goose will jump on the iron plate, and when it stops, it will be able to cut off the goose paw and enjoy it. For the goose, it can still have time to jump in the air and not stay on the iron plate, but Yun Ting does not, his palm is tightly attached to the hilt of the sword, and the whole palm seems to be fused with the hilt of the sword.

Yun Ting didn't know why at this time, he still thought of the iron plate goose paw, probably because the smell of his own palm burnt hooked his mind. But he didn't stop, or he couldn't stop, thirteen seconds was fast, so fast that it was just a thought flashing in his head. It was very slow, for Yun Ting, he could feel the wailing sound coming from his body, the tendons of his arms were pulled, and in this violent and fast movement, the outermost blood vessels had collapsed!

Moving forward, either dead or wounded, this is the best explanation for the thirteen swords. Whether it is for Yunting or for the enemy, it can be said that both sides are lost.

When Yun Ting's strength had been raised to a certain strength, the thirteen swords were enough to threaten many first-class generals, but in front of him was Lu Bu, and it was Lu Bu in the state of ghost and god descent, so he was able to stab so without any burden. Because Lu Bu is now completely a stake!

"Ahh

The thirteenth sword stabbed out, the tip of the sword hovered, and from the hovering place came a sound like a broken silk. Yun Ting's thirteen swords, the swords and swords all stabbed towards a point, and in this situation, they directly pierced the protection of the power of the ghosts and gods.

The armor on Lu Bu's chest broke a hole, and the Qingyu sword stabbed into it, the tip of the sword against his chest, a little blood, rolled along the tip of the sword towards the blade, and finally dripped down.

As long as he stabbed one more step forward and let the Qingyu Sword advance a little more, he could pierce Lu Bu's body. Yun Ting didn't, if other players were here, they might not hesitate to kill Lu Bu and wait for the explosion, but Yun Ting knew that players who wanted to do so could only end up empty.

He pulled out the Qingyu Sword, and there was already a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but Yun Ting was laughing, looking at Lu Bu laughing, and let out a hearty smile.

"You ......" Lu Bu opened his eyes, saw the smiling clouds in front of him, and suddenly felt that the world was so absurd and ridiculous. It turned out that he looked down on Yun Ting, thinking that this was just a captain who climbed up by means, but at this time, when Yun Ting appeared in front of him, Ahri found that life was so dramatic.

A person you look down on and don't care about ends up being the last person you see before you die. Until this time, Lu Bu still didn't think he could leave, because he had already seen the flesh puppet that was close at hand.

"It's really ...... It's warm. Lu Bu smiled bitterly in his heart, his body shook, and the tall figure fell backwards, but at the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, Yun Ting firmly grasped his hand.

"Human Escape Technique!"

The figures of the two people flashed, and they disappeared in an instant, but when the human escape technique was activated, a muffled snort came from the air, and drops of mottled blood were sprinkled downward!

(End of chapter)