After running away for a while, Yun Ting also ran around. The dead alley was nothing to him. Just climb over. If it weren't good, it would be better to pass through the human escape technique. After running far enough, Yun Ting stopped and gasped. After his boiling chest gradually calmed down, he found a step to sit down and continued to breathe heavily. At this level, he was already the limit to be able to fire three sword energy. The general just now was a three-star general. He could not break his defense with just one sword. It would be even more fantasy to kill him.

Don’t think that sword energy is a very high-end thing, it is just the energy emitted by the sword. For masters, such as Guan Yu, Zhao Yun, etc., it is not much different from the fluctuations of a mosquito. Yun Ting also knew that the sword energy he used to cut out with the blue sword was scattered and chaotic, and the power could not be gathered together, otherwise the general would not be just embarrassed, but seriously injured or even dying. This would be your old punch to hit someone else, and the punches were dispersed and weak, and it would not be the fatal part. If someone else hits your head, you will only fall.

If there is too much quantity, it does not necessarily change the quality. If there is too much quality, it is enough to hurt people.

After sending a map to Meng Shenji and marking his location, Yun Ting closed his eyes and breathing became stable. He was hurrying to recover the consumed physical and mental power, but now he was really weak. If he had to fight again, Yun Ting could only raise the blue sword and fight with his body.

Looking forward to the stars and the moon, Yun Ting just imagines that Dream God Machine needs a small pill to taste. Those who are good at using poison will naturally save people. What's more, it is a poison king like Dream God Machine, which is safer and has the three guarantees of hygiene quality. Killing and saving people are the same. Different paths lead to the same end. You must first understand people. Dream God Machine can kill and save people.

However, Meng Shenji did not come, and a strange middle-aged man came, with soap robe, cloth shoes, waist with an iron sword. When he walked, the movement and stillness were always stopped. His eyes and face were as ordinary as the iron sword, but he revealed a sharp sharpness like a sword in this ordinary way. The sword is the king's soldier, and this middle-aged man is the king of swords, with a slight and unparalleled smell in his ordinary way. The middle-aged swordsman walked towards Yun Ting, and every step he took was extremely light and slow, but he hit Yun Ting's heart like a big hammer. One step at a time can quietly cause oppression and harm to people!

"Puff." Yun Ting spit out a mouthful of blood, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged swordsman, and at the same time, the system prompt sound came from his ears.

"The player was crushed by the momentum of the great master Wang Yue and fell into an internal injury state. His physical strength and mental power were lost 50%, and his magical effectiveness decreased. Please recover in time."

Wang Yue, the middle-aged swordsman in front of him was Wang Yue. Yun Ting looked surprised. For nothing else, Fenghuoxiu Zhuzhu was Wang Yue's disciple, and Wang Yue was the only one among the Three Kingdoms who had defeated Lu Bu head-on!

"Wang Yue!" Yun Ting blurted out, his hand was already on the hilt of the sword, ready to pull out the blue light sword at any time. Although he knew it was impossible to resist, he could not sit and wait for death.

"Do you know me?" Wang Yue was a little surprised, stopped and looked at Yun Ting and asked.

"The most amazing hero in China, an 18-year-old horse who picked the Qiang King with one sword, how many people don't know him?" Yun Ting said slowly. The more dangerous he was, the calmer Yun Ting became. It was because of this that Yun Ting could often survive every crisis.

"Wrong, I am Wang Yue, I'm here to kill you today." Wang Yue said his intention very clearly, without any concealment, it's just that straightforward and simple. As a great master, he has absolute confidence. Yun Ting cannot escape. Because of his confidence, he is simple, treats everything simply and destroys everything simply.

The swordsman is sincere to the sword, and the sword returns it to the sincerity, so the sword can kill people. Wang Yuexin believes in the iron sword in his hand. Whether it is a wooden sword or an ordinary iron sword in the blacksmith shop, he believes in the sword, so no one can block his sword, or in other words, he has blocked it, but very few people can survive to the end. The only difference is whether he is willing to kill that person.

Wang Yue stood there, as if in heaven, without any flaws around him, and everything around him was frozen because of him. Yun Ting suddenly had an illusion that no matter how he ran, he could not escape even if he used the human escape technique ten times to escape continuously. What's more, his mental power is not enough to use it ten times, let alone escape.

"Why do you want to kill me?" Yun Ting put his hand down, looking calm. The grandmaster would not kill people by chance. They had their own pride. Even if they wanted to die, they would let him die clearly.

"You have killed too many people, so I'll kill you." Wang Yue said.

The only thing people will not do wrong is to eat. Yes, Yunting started eating, holding sesame cakes in one hand and a wine jar in the other, and began to eat and drink.

Wang Yue looked at Yun Ting with interest, his long hair fluttering in the wind, his hands were placed behind him, and stood quietly. Yun Ting finished the cake in his hand, took a sip of wine, and said, "Some people eat for food, some eat for full food, some eat for hunger, some kill for murder, some kill for life. As a result, they all eat for food, but they all kill for murder, but they all kill for life. As a result, they all eat, but they all kill for the process and the reasons are different. This is the so-called difference. In my opinion, what is the real difference? What is the difference between eating and killing?"

After a pause, Yun Ting drank all the wine in his hand, held the wine jar and asked Wang Yueyang, "Come a piece of cake? Do you want a jar of wine?"

"Can."

Yun Ting put the empty wine jar in his hand on the ground, took out a piece of cake and a jar of wine from the package, and threw it to Wang Yue.

"You strangers have many tricks, but my sword has killed many strangers, much more tricks than yours." While he was speaking, Wang Yue had already caught the cake and the wine jar, opened the seal of the wine jar, and raised his head, and the wine was all in his mouth, and he was poured like this, but he had already finished drinking it in a few breaths.

After eating this cake in two or three bites, Wang Yue sighed: "What I ate and drank in the Qiang Realm back then was much worse than this." After a while of silence, the atmosphere of this deserted alley suddenly became solemn. The fragrance of the wine had long dissipated. There were only two people left, two swords looking at each other silently.

"You are right. Eating is eating, killing people is killing people. No right or wrong, no good or evil, eating is eating, and killing people is killing people. If I eat your food, it means I still want to kill you. If I take my sword, I will not kill you if I don't die!"

Wang Yue said softly, pulling out the iron sword, pointing the sword tip to Yun Ting, his whole aura became sharp, like a blue light sword unsheathed. The sword was shocked all over the world, and everything became dim and colorless because of Wang Yue. Even the ordinary iron sword in his hand gave people an illusion that this was the real blue light sword, the real sword of killing. The one Yun Ting was carrying on his back was just a fake iron sword.

"The player accepts a forced mission and takes Wang Yue's sword. There is no reward for success. If the player fails, the player will die."

Yun Ting put his hand on the hilt of the green light sword, but did not pull out the green light sword. He always put it like this and breathed gently. Yun Ting's body and mind fell into a calm state. Nothing could attract Yun Ting's attention or destroy this peace. Yun Ting was resting, and he had to adjust his body and mind to the best state, waiting for Wang Yue's sword in tranquility. That must be wonderful and dazzling sword. He must welcome this sword, not escape, and cannot retreat, and strive not to become the lonely and blooming fireworks under the sword.

A glimmer of admiration flashed in Wang Yue's eyes, and soon returned to his previous coldness and said, "Catch it, one sword determines life and death. Kill people. It's the one who is killed!"

"If you can stop it, it will not kill people. If you can't stop it, it will kill people."

After speaking, Wang Yue's body turned into a phantom, and the howling sword sounded like a thunderous thunder. The iron sword brought a thunderous light and pierced Yun Ting's chest. In just a moment, it was about to pierce Yun Ting's chest. The sword moved with the heart, the heart moved with the people, and the people moved with the will. Wang Yue had reached the advanced realm of the sword moving, one inch light and one inch light, one inch light and one inch light, and one inch light and one inch light, and Wang Yue could exert the power of a hammer when he took a dagger, let alone the sword he was best at now.

Yun Ting's heart swayed. At this time, he drew out the blue light sword. The heavy sword collided with the ordinary iron sword, making a crisp sound of gold and iron intertwining.

The second level of crushing, twice the critical strike, and the mental suppression effect. This is the effect that Yun Ting has been slow to pull out the Qingguan Sword!

But now it seems that this is not very effective. Yun Ting was hit by a huge force, and his hands almost couldn't catch the Qinggan Sword. Although he threw down the Qinggan Sword, Yun Ting could no longer feel the sense of his arms. The flesh of the palms of his hands was rubbed against the hilt of the sword!

The body flew back uncontrollably, drew parabolas in the air, and spit out blood from his mouth one after another. Yun Ting's face became extremely pale, the corners of his mouth were covered with blood, and blood was flowing from his eyes, ears, and nose!

The force did not dissipate. Yun Ting blocked Wang Yue's sword, but he could not remove the force attached to the Iron Sword God. Through the iron sword, through the blue sword, through Yun Ting's arm, and the force used by Wang Yue directly hit Yun Ting's body, directly through the internal organs.

Wang Yue took a step back, his expression as usual. The left finger of the sword holding the sword was trembling slightly, and his feet stepped deep into the alley bricks and fell into ten centimeters. Wang Yue used his left hand, which means he did not use his full strength! Looking at the Qingguan Sword Sword, there was a white seal on the body, and Wang Yue's iron sword was still straight without any wear. You must know that the Qingguan Sword is a magic weapon, and the iron sword is at best an ordinary person. The result of the battle between the divine weapons and ordinary weapons is a surprise! But it was expected.

"Bang!" Yun Ting's body smashed into the alley wall and made a rumbling sound. The wall collapsed, and the sand, soil and stones drowned Yun Ting's entire body, leaving only half of the blue-spark sword exposed outside.

Two flying knives flew out at this time and took Wang Yue straight to him. A man in white flew over and followed the flying knives at the entrance of the alley. Meng Shenji's face was extremely gloomy. The delicate dagger in his hand flashed with a strange light, and the speed was no less than the flying knives flying over! Wang Yue just sideways his face, and the two flying knives cut through his eyes. The difference between eyelashes is only one centimeter. You can feel the sting of the strong wind, and you can also feel the chill on the flying knives.

At this moment, Meng Shenji had already arrived in front of Wang Yue, and his eyes were intersecting. The delicate dagger had already scratched Wang Yue's throat. The silver light suddenly leaked, bringing up a trace of cold wind, and also blew up several lines of black hair. Meng Shenji's eyes were murderous intent, and they were facing Wang Yue's still calm eyes.
Chapter completed!