Yun Ting didn't know what it would be like for others to see the arrival of reinforcements after a long siege without help. He had experienced it before, but it was also vague, probably stunned, and a little happy, right? Killing was just a kind of numbness for him at that time, and he didn't have time to look at even one more thing, just because he might die in the next moment. It wasn't until the cavalry of the reinforcements rushed out of his side and cut off the last enemy's head with the sword in his hand that he came back to his senses, looked at the blood of his brothers around him, and cried with his sword.

Time passed very slowly in this moment, and for Yun Ting, the flow of time slowed down when he set foot here. He saw the past that had experienced the past and did not exist now, saw the sons and daughters under his command fighting, and saw the eldest grandson following behind him in silence, even if he was beaten by several arrows, he didn't make a sound. She was silent, with a pair of good-looking eyes, and never frowned because of the injuries on her body, revealing the slightest hesitation.

At this time, the eldest grandson forgets his feelings, isn't it called the eldest grandson's forgetfulness? Yun Ting knows that the reason why he forgets his feelings is because today, he forgets his due feelings and inherits the belief that the eldest grandson's family has always had. She lives for what she believes in!

"The song starts to think about the reeds, and the wind is sad through the Xuanjiashuo! Huangquan was a wine to pay his brothers, and the sand and blood were not dried up. Yun Ting whispered this poem, which had been widely circulated in his army in his previous life. Every sentence in it is pieced together by one of them, and from then on, Beiliang did not need wine to die in battle, and Huangquan sang a wine song.

"The wind is coming." The wind came from the north, blowing the long hair of the clouds, and after swinging in a circle, it fell again. He saw the scenery of the northern frontier, the vastness of the northern frontier, the strong north wind, the clouds and moon in the north, and the sadness.

"Sword up." The clouds were silent, and the green sword was unsheathed, and the smooth blade rubbed against the scabbard, making a low hoarse sound.

Leaning forward slightly, the clouds had already rushed forward, and in the corner they couldn't see, they jumped up, their hands rose and fell, and the Qingyu sword slashed down, and the extremely sharp blade touched the flesh and blood, easily breaking open, and even the bones seemed to be unable to form a block. Cut in, break, cut. When the clouds landed, the sword also completed its task, slicing open an enemy and sending flesh, intestines, and other organs flowing to the ground.

His whole body also became extremely embarrassed, his blood poured on his body, and his long hair became sticky and wet, thick. The warm blood knotted in the hair and clothes, rolled slowly, and then condensed into larger drops, dripping farther down. The strange feeling and smell came to the nostrils, but Yun Ting had long been used to it, compared to drenching other people's blood, his own blood made others drenched even more unacceptable.

As a player, he was already prepared to die when he came here, as long as he could let the eldest grandson escape without his feelings. As for the Qingyu Sword, the Chongwu Sword, and the gold medal kitchen knife on the body, it doesn't matter if the most valuable weapons of the three swords are lost, just look for them slowly when the time comes.

If you lose it, you will find it again, this is a very simple logic for Yunting. Compared to those things that cannot be lost or recovered, they cannot be returned if they are lost. Which is more important, Yun Ting has always been very clear in his heart.

"Who are you?" Someone turned around, shocked and angry. He didn't know when the clouds had gone around their backs, and if he hadn't heard the screams, he was afraid that more of them would have died.

"Yang Lin under the mountain, how did they let this person go up the mountain?" Someone frowned and muttered to himself.

"No matter what, kill him, Childe is still waiting to destroy the sword, and if he moves slowly, he will be punished when the time comes, but he will ask for it."

Eldest Sun Yu also saw Yun Ting, and she was the first person to see Yun Ting, because she was facing the direction where Yun Ting was coming. She thought it was the enemy who came to her aid, so she didn't care too much, there were already so many people, and it would be the same if there was one more. All she was thinking about now was how to kill one more, and she could say that she had earned each one she killed, rather than caring why someone else had another one.

What happened next was beyond the expectations of Changsun Yu, it seemed that this sword-wielding young man who had just appeared was not an enemy? Eldest Sun Yu dodged the stabbing long sword, and after a little thought, coupled with the stunned look on the enemy's face, she knew that this person was actually here to help them.

Comes? I guess I can barely draw my sword to help. Taking advantage of the enemy's stunned efforts, Changsun Yu stepped back and came to the old father's side, standing side by side with him.

"Father, here's the opportunity, we can rush out now." Changsun Yu exhaled softly, calmed the churning in his chest, and said softly. Her gaze fell to one side, yes, it was there, as long as they escaped from the encirclement and entered the mountains and forests, then they would definitely be able to escape!

She didn't ask her father if he could do it, because she trusted her father and didn't want to ask. Whether it works or not, whether she will die or not, she has to take her father out of here!

"The player accepts the mandatory mission: Deus Ex. Rescue Changsun Yu and Changsun Bo and escape from unknown people to complete the mission. Reward for Success: Unknown. Mission Failure: The player dies, and the eldest grandson Yu and the eldest grandson Bo die. ”

"The player enters a state of rage, attack speed increases, strength increases, and the intensity of the attacks received."

Listening to the system's indifferent prompts, the clouds rushed forward. He had to attract more attention for the eldest grandson before he could escape, or else he would have to die in the end.

These people are all the private soldiers of the family, not to mention the tacit cooperation, and the equipment on their bodies is also excellent, almost everyone wears a leather armor and holds a sharp long knife or sword. It can be seen from the performance just now that Yun Ting killed a person, they only had a moment of panic, and soon returned to their usual state, and even each other's positions were more close, forming a three-person formation, which could support each other and advance and retreat freely. Coupled with the fact that there are many few hits, Yun Ting can't think of it at all, maybe only if the protagonist's aura is possessed, he can kill these more than 20 people.

"Bell." The sword slashed hard at the blade of an enemy, making a piercing sound of gold and iron clashing.

Yun Ting's gaze froze, and before he had time to think, his lower abdomen shrank involuntarily, and his back bowed. The cold blade swept past the edge of his lower abdomen, cutting through his shirt, and the blade was cool from his skin and passed slowly. The hairs on Yun Ting's whole body exploded instantly, and it seemed that he could feel the hair on his lower abdomen lightly touched by the blade, and the skin in that piece was slightly painful because of the wind brought by the blade.

The knife-wielding man standing in front of Yun Ting took a few steps back, and finally stopped retreating, and at that moment, he really had the illusion that the sky was falling apart, and he really thought that he was going to die under this sword. His entire arm was numb, and he had to hold the knife in both hands and the other hand, and the hand that had held the knife was covered in the palm of his hand, so that he could regain his grip.

"Famous sword?" He blinked, looked at the small gap on the blade of the long knife in his hand, and couldn't help but shout in surprise, "Famous sword!" ”

"What? Another famous sword? ”

None of these people's weapons are inferior like most players nowadays, or they don't know where they came from. Although it is not as good as a famous sword, it can also block the conquest of a famous sword for a period of time, and it will not be easily cut off. The sharpness of the Blade Destroying Sword is definitely higher than that of the Qing Yu Sword, as far as Yun Ting knows, every famous sword has its own focus, just like Fang Tian's Painted Halberd and the Green Dragon Glaive Sword, there will be a particularly good place in a certain aspect.

Now these people's weapons are good, and it gives Yun Ting a sense of crisis, at least he can't tear a hole all at once, and every minute of delay in time, the danger will deepen by one more point.

After a moment of surprise, the group became excited again. They really didn't expect that when they were about to get a famous sword, another famous sword appeared in front of them, which couldn't help but make everyone in their group excited. Not to mention anything else, after getting the Destroying Blade Sword, and getting such a sword, the rewards are rich, and now it seems that it is not a problem to become the family steward of a place!

"Kill him." The lead man shouted. Even at this moment, when the comprehensive suppression has the upper hand, they are still a little careless and relaxed, and they have a basis for advancing and retreating.

"Boss, that woman is so tasteful! Boss, if there is a way to capture her alive, let the brothers have a good time first. Tsk, that figure, that waist, looks like a chick. Hey. Someone laughed, his eyes swept around Changsun Yu's body, and his eyes were full of lewdness.

Eldest Sun Yu was indifferent, and the sword stabbed out slightly diagonally with the twist of his wrist, and gently picked it up, breaking the tendons of the other man who was about to tease her. Words that were several times worse than these words had no effect on her, and she was still expressionless. Even if it really came to that point, Changsun Yu understood that what was left for them was just a dead corpse.

In the mountains and forests, there are not many animals that leave only their corpses after death, so they are exposed to the sun, devoured by other animals, surrounded by flies, and finally rot and stink. Changsun Yu has seen too much, and if something dirty and dirty happens after death, it will be like that for her, she doesn't know what will happen after death, so she doesn't have any psychological burden.

Yun Ting became more and more strained, and he moved in the direction of Changsun Yu, the Qingyu Sword in his hand kept swinging, bringing up gusts of strong wind. Fortunately, he had experienced Wang Yue's rigorous training before, and the countless firewood he had chopped was not in vain, and now Yun Ting has no feeling of difficulty at all.

Swing, slash, and drive away the stabbing sword. Yun Ting has a kind of spirit at this moment, no one can stand in front of him, block his advance, under the sword momentum of the giant sword of the Qing Thunder Sword, inertia plus the weight of the Qing Ray itself, coupled with the power of the Yun Ting, all the weapons and owners of the weapons who dare to block the Yun Ting have been smashed away from the path of Yun Ting's advance.

They all clutched their numb hands, and looked at the blades that burst out with incredible expressions. They didn't know how Yun Ting's not very strong body burst out with such great power, but the moment the weapon was almost shattered from his hand, they completely put away the contempt they shouldn't have.

Weapons are life, for those of them who lick blood from the knife edge. Someone almost took their life, such a person is not a threat, what kind of person is a threat?

Yun Ting was still advancing, along with the Qing Yu Sword, and he walked step by step towards the position of the besieged eldest grandson and the two people. Not only were the enemies blocking his progress, but there were more and more wounds on his body, and he could clearly perceive every extra wound on his body, and he could also feel the pain that was dense and corrosive on his heart.

His pace has not slowed down, he has been moving forward, he has been moving forward. He had to walk to the eldest grandson's side, and then take her away. Just like many times when he is under siege, there are always people who seem to be not afraid of death, from outside the siege to the hell that is besieged, and those who are not afraid of death stand with him again.

Right. Even if the eldest grandson is not the eldest grandson now, what happened to them has disappeared and does not exist now, but Yun Ting knows that he can't move forward without them.

Advance. Yun Ting took another step, ignoring the blade that tore the skin of his back, and with the blood splattering from his back, the green sword slashed horizontally. "Bell." collided, the muscles of Yun Ting's arm swelled, and he lifted the Qingyu Sword again and slashed again.