Wang Meng's knife is very strong, Yun Ting thinks so, that knife is worthy of being a pig-killing knife... Time is a pig-killing knife, but Wang Meng's knife is the pig-killing knife that kills time. When you meet him, then your life will be dark and you must close your eyes.

In ancient times, when the butcher Ding cut a cow, when he killed the cow and killed it, even if he closed his eyes, he could dismember a cow. Open his eyes, the butcher Ding could untie the whole cow, with the tendons, r, and bones, not a slight difference. No more, no less, no less, wherever the hand falls, that is, the knife falls, not a slight difference. Wang Meng is similar. When a person kills a pig, or kills other animals to the end, there will be no problem killing people. Humans are also animals, and they will also shed the same red blood. Under the knife, they are no different from pigs, and they will die. At most, they will yell and curse a few words before death. As for the pig, they are not even qualified to speak, and they can only lie there and die while humming.

Killing people is like the butcher cutting a cow. If you kill too much, you will also kill people. Moreover, people do not have bodies like cows or pigs, and they are even more fragile than them. This is why many killers can kill people with a piece of paper, a chopstick, and a hand. The same is true for Wang Meng. If you kill too much, then this kind of killing is no different from killing pigs.

Wang Meng was strong. With one knife, Yun Ting could feel that even a pig would be cut half of his body. In other words, Yun Ting, a person who was desperately chopping wood under Wang Yue, could block it. If it were before, Yun Ting would be knocked out like a broken killing bag without a few strokes. Yun Ting did not retreat. This was a comparison of momentum and a battle of strength. As long as he retreated, Wang Meng's attacks would be endless and even more fierce. Only by standing, he could not retreat, even if he took a step.

Taking one step back on the battlefield means death, and taking one step back here means death. Maybe Yun Ting will not die, but the soul and heart are dead. There is no difference between this and death, and it is even more terrifying than death. Many warriors would rather die than retreat because of this, than retreating.

"Ha!" Wang Meng shouted lightly and rushed up again. The knife was moved with a fierce whistling sound, slashing at the Qingguan Sword blocking Yun Ting.

"Clang."

With a sound of gold and iron, Yun Ting's body shook, and a spider-web-shaped crack was already stepped on under his right foot, half a step behind his left leg. He groaned muffled. Even though he had relieved his strength, the powerful force contained in the knife made Yun Ting's throat sweet and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He still gritted his teeth and blocked the knife. Before the force on the sword was removed, he moved his wrist and flipped the sword over.

As soon as he flirted, it seemed as gentle as cutting through the smoke and clouds, without any breath of fireworks. It looked so weak, it was not much different from a child's light swing with a wooden sword. Fast, light, and softness are the entire summary of this sword, just like standing on the clouds and stroking the clouds without any weight with his hands...

Some soldiers in the audience wanted to make a laugh, but they still tried to hold it back and opened their eyes to see what the ridiculous sword was going to do? Cutting vegetables? It doesn't seem to be enough. Killing people? Such a light sword can kill people? At most, it's just scratching the clothes.

They didn't feel it in the audience. But Wang Meng had already frowned. He took a half step back and gently tilted his upper body back. The thick blue slant, as thick as a friend, gently slashed in front of him, like a cloud, but made Wang Meng's hair stand up.

His knife had not been taken back yet, so Yun Ting could only cut a mark on his armor. It was only half a slight difference, and even the armor had skin, leaving blood marks. But no, because Wang Meng retreated and avoided it, this light sword made him feel the stern, but he was not afraid.

Wang Meng took a step back, and this was to retreat. Yun Ting took a step forward. This was the difference between this only half step. He flipped his wrist and pushed it horizontally on the side blade of the blue light sword.

If you don’t hold back, you don’t have to hold back. This is respect. If Yun Ting was killed by Wang Meng by mistake, then he would not be surprised, because this is the battlefield for the warriors. On the battlefield, no matter what it is, it may happen, hopeful, undesirable, and possible.

Wang Meng's sword met Yun Ting's sword in an instant. In a hurry, his old power disappeared and his new power had not yet arisen. He blocked Yun Ting's sword, but he could not resist the force transmitted from the Qingcan sword's sword opposite the sword.

His other hand pressed against the back of the knife, and he took a breath. His arm holding the knife and his arm pressed against the knife together, barely blocking Yun Ting's sword. But Wang Meng's body was still retreating, and was pushed away by Yun Ting's sword, and forced to retreat.

Wang Meng took a step back, but he also retreated. Yun Ting seized this opportunity, so he was at a disadvantage at the beginning, but now he has become a force that Wang Meng can't resist.

Retreat again and again, Yun Ting's eyes were bathed in cold water, staring at Wang Meng, who was separated by an inch of swords. His steps moved forward, while Wang Meng retreated step by step. There was no words, only a big breath of breath, and the silent sword roared faintly.

There are no dazzling skills, no exquisite moves, only the most violent, most direct, and no slash of beauty. Except for Yun Ting's thin slim sliver, other moves are all the simplest and simplest and heavy killing moves that can kill people.

His hands trembled, his feet were graveling, and he finally couldn't catch the breath in his chest anymore, and blood overflowed from his mouth and nose. He was stalemate step by step, and he was backing back. He couldn't take action without making any foot. In this case, whoever was distracted would be killed by the weapon filled with all the strength of the other party.

Every minute, sweat drops and blood were solidified, and they fell down. A trace was drawn from the hands and from the mouth. After flowing out for a period of time, it was finally overwhelmed and fell on the stone slab.

There were a few mottled spots left, and the broken marks that spread forward all the time.

Wang Meng finally stopped. Apart from Yun Ting's first sword and the light flirting, this sword was the last sword that made him feel disappointed.

His right foot was slightly bent, and his ankle part had already been deeply trapped in the bricks and stones. After this period of rest, Wang Meng held back his hand, which was holding the back of the knife and slapped it heavily on the knife.

The long sword trembled and trembled, and it kept shaking. With the help of this recoil force, Yun Ting's blue light sword was gone.

Wang Meng's eyes turned cold, his body suddenly rose, the sword light suddenly rose, and clearly visible blue veins appeared on his arms. His hands and his sword turned into a stream, and with the intention of decisiveness, he slashed towards Yun Ting.

The momentum is strong and the force is heavy!

Under this knife, Yun Ting's man and the green jar sword in his hand were slightly thin. He was like a weed, shaking by the violent wind, as if he could be destroyed and scraped away at any time.

This knife was the last one, either Yun Ting died or his Wang Meng died!

In the battle, no one can stop! Wang Meng was suppressed for too long in the end, and many negative emotions such as tyranny, anger, and he could no longer bear it and issued this fatal blow.

Regardless of life and death!
Chapter completed!