Wang Meng's knife is very strong, Yun Ting thinks so, that knife is worthy of a pig-killing knife. The years are a pig-killing knife, but Wang Meng's knife is the pig-killing knife that kills the years, the murderous knife, if you meet him, then next, your life will be dark, and you must close your eyes.

In ancient times, when Ku Ding killed the cow and killed the back, even if he closed his eyes, he could dismember a cow. When he opened his eyes, he could untie a whole cow, tendons, meat, and bones. Not more than a point, not less than a point, where the hand falls, that is, where the knife falls, there is no difference. And Wang Meng is similar, when a person kills a pig, or kills any other animal to the end, then there must be no problem in killing people. Man, also an animal, will also bleed the same red blood, and under the knife, no different from a pig, he will also die. At most, before he died, he yelled and cursed, or cursed a few words, but as for the pig, he was not even qualified to speak, so he could only lie there and die in a hum.

Killing, just like cooking, killing too much, then you will also kill. Moreover, people do not have the bodies of cows or pigs, and they are more fragile than them. This is the reason why many killers can kill people with a piece of paper, a chopstick, and a hand. Wang Meng is the same, there are too many people killed, so this kind of killing is no different from killing pigs.

Wang Meng's body is sturdy, and when he stabs down, Yun Ting can feel that even a pig will be cut off half of his body. That is, Yun Ting, the kind of person who is desperately chopping wood under Wang Yue, can stop it, if it was before, I am afraid that it will not take a few clicks, and Yun Ting will be knocked out like a broken killing bag. Yun Ting did not retreat, this is a contrast of momentum, but also a battle of strength, as long as he retreats, then Wang Meng's attacks will be endless, and even more and more violent. Only standing, you can't retreat, even if it's a step, you can't retreat.

Taking a step back on the battlefield is death, here, taking a step back is also death, maybe Yunting will not die, but the soul and heart are dead, this is no different from death, and it is even more terrible than death. Many fighters, because of this, would rather die than retreat, unable to retreat.

"Huh!" Wang Meng snorted lightly, and once again bullied forward, the knife followed his hand, with a violent whistling sound, and slashed towards the green cylinder sword blocked by the clouds in front of him.

"Boom."

With a sound of gold and iron, Yun Ting's body shook, and the spider web-like crack had been stepped on under his right foot, which was half a step behind his left leg. He snorted, even if he unloaded his strength, the drama contained in the knife made Yun Ting's throat sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Still gritting his teeth, he blocked the sword, and before the strength on the sword was removed, he moved his wrist and flipped the sword over.

A flirtation, as if cutting through the smoke cloud, as soft, without the slightest smell of fireworks, looks so weak, and a child, holding a wooden sword in a light swing. Fast, light, and soft are all the summaries of this sword, just like standing on the clouds and stroking the clouds without a trace of weight with your hands.

Some of the soldiers in the audience wanted to laugh, but they still endured it, and opened their eyes wide to see what this ridiculous sword was coming for? Chopping vegetables? It doesn't seem to be enough. Homicide? Such a light sword can kill? At most, the clothes will be scratched.

They were offstage, not felt. Wang Meng, on the other hand, was already frowning, he took half a step back, and his upper body leaned back slightly. The green rays, which were as thick as a house, swept lightly in front of him, like a cloud, but made Wang Meng's cold hair stand up.

His knife has not been withdrawn, so it can only be cut by Yun Ting, on the armor. It was only half a millimeter, and even the nails were covered with skin, leaving blood marks. But no, because Wang Meng retreated and dodged, this fluttering sword made him feel Senran, but he was not afraid.

Wang Meng took half a step back, this is stepping back, Yun Ting took a step, this is pressing, grasping the difference of only half a step, his wrist flipped, and the side blade of the Qingyu Sword pressed up, and pushed it sideways.

There is no hand left, and there is no need to keep the hand, this is respect. If Yun Ting would be killed by Wang Meng's wrong hand, then he would not be surprised, because this was a battlefield for warriors. On the battlefield, no matter what happens, it can happen, hoped, unwanted, it is possible.

Wang Meng's sword caught up with Yunting's sword in an instant, and in a hurry, his old power faded, and the new power was not born. He blocked the sword of Yun Ting, but there was no way to resist the force transmitted from the sword body of the Qinggang Sword on the other side of the knife.

His other hand was against the back of the knife, and he forced a breath, and the arm holding the knife and the arm against the knife worked together, which barely blocked Yun Ting's sword. But Wang Meng's body was still retreating, pushed away by Yun Ting's sword, and was forcibly pushed backwards.

Wang Meng retreated half a step, but he also retreated, Yun Ting seized this opportunity, so the power that he fell behind at the beginning has now become a force that Wang Meng has no way to resist.

Retreating again and again, Yun Ting's eyes were bathed in cold water, staring at Wang Meng, who was an inch away by a sword, his footsteps pressed forward, and Wang Meng retreated step by step. There were no words, only a large gasp, and the silent sword whistled faintly.

There are no dazzling skills, no subtle moves, only the most violent, the most direct, and there is no half-aesthetic slash. Except for the thin cloud of the clouds, the other moves are all washed away with lead flowers, the most simple and simple, and heavy killing moves that can kill people.

His hands trembled, his feet broke stone step by step, and he stepped back, and at last his chest could no longer gamble that breath, and blood spilled from between his mouth and nose. Step by step, stalemate, step back. If you don't kick out, you can't make a move, and in this case, whoever gets distracted will be killed by the opponent's weapon infused with full body power.

Minute by minute, sweat droplets and blood were solidified, and they were spilled with a tick. From the hand, from the mouth, a trajectory fell, and after a while, it was finally overwhelmed and fell on the stone slab.

There were only a few mottled scars left, and that one, splinters that had been spreading out all the way forward.

Wang Meng finally stopped, except for Yun Ting's first sword, and the light stroke, this sword was the last sword that made him feel cold.

The right foot was slightly bent, and the ankle part was already deep in the masonry. Taking advantage of this period of pause, Wang Meng's hand against the back of the knife was violently retracted, and he slapped it heavily on the knife.

The long knife shook and trembled, and the shock did not stop, and with the help of this anti-shock force, it forced away the green sword of the clouds.

Wang Meng's eyes were cold, his body burst out, the sword light suddenly rose, and clearly visible green tendons appeared on his arms. His hand, his sword, turned into a strand, and with the intent of determination, he slashed towards the clouds.

Powerful and sinking!

Under this sword, Yun Ting's people and the green cylinder sword in his hand were slightly thin. Like a weed, it is blown and shaken by a violent wind, and it seems that it may be destroyed and blown away at any time.

This knife is the last one, either Yun Ting dies, or he dies!

In battle, no one can hold back! Wang Meng was suppressed for too long in the end, and many negative emotions such as tyranny and anger were mixed, and he couldn't bear it anymore and sent out this fatal knife.

Life or death!

(End of chapter)

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