This young cultivator from the Northern Wei Dynasty has extremely rich battle experience. The sword in his hand has already been raised towards the Tie Cejun in front. However, at this moment, his body is still flying sideways, extremely powerful in the air.
Twist.
Lin Yi's movements did not change at all. He had been preparing for a long time and was waiting for this opportunity. He did not have any tricks, and the long sword in his hand was like a heavy hammer, and he struck down the Northern Wei cultivator on the head.
The power of sword wind.
This young practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty looked horrified, and his heart was bone-chilling!
Just from the sound of the sword cutting through the air, he could already feel the power of the sword.
This is a practitioner.
However, for some reason, even now, he did not feel strong spiritual energy fluctuations from the other party's body.
A sharp shout burst out from the lips and teeth of this young Northern Wei cultivator, and the long black sword in his hand slashed out like electricity, sealing Lin Yi's sword.
There was a loud sound of "Dang!"
The eyes of this Northern Wei cultivator suddenly filled with some pain and countless unbelievable emotions.
There was severe pain between the bones of his wrist and he was almost fractured.
The opponent's strength was actually much greater than his.
Lin Yi didn't hesitate at all. The moment the Northern Wei cultivator blocked his sword, he fiercely threw the red dragon and silver shark bracelet in his left hand towards the man who jumped back with the help of his strength.
A practitioner in the Northern Wei Dynasty.
Even though the other person's eyes were full of pain and incredible clarity, the other person's face was still calm and focused, making him feel like a tiger at this moment. Even if he was injured, he would be in extreme danger.
Moreover, the opponent's movements are light and agile, and his control and use of true energy are extremely good. He is much better than those fifth-year students in the Tianjian. If he is distanced, he does not know what the consequences will be.
As he expected, the young Northern Wei cultivator pursed his lips tightly and coldly caught the sword with his left hand, then picked it out and picked out the pair of bracelets he smashed.
He wanted to throw the pair of bracelets away, and then use his sword to kill Lin Yi in an instant.
Any flying object has a trajectory, and even if the throwing force is amazing when flying, it can still use one point as a fulcrum to easily change its direction without hitting oneself.
However, all this did not go as he expected.
When the edge of his sword landed softly on the pair of bracelets that flew towards him, the sword body shook, and the pair of bracelets flew away. However, he felt his arms sink. He didn't pick up a pair of bracelets, but a pair of bracelets.
It was the sword that pressed down a mountain.
The true energy in his body rushed towards his left hand crazily, and the sword body vibrated violently.
However, the pair of bracelets were still firmly attached to his sword.
The young practitioner's heart suddenly sank, as if there was a bottomless abyss inside his body that he could not reach to the bottom no matter what.
The sword wind sounded shrilly.
Lin Yi's sword fell on him.
There was a muffled sound of "poof".
This young practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty leaned back slightly. Lin Yi's sword failed to hit his head, but it landed on his chest.
This sword still failed to directly break through his black armor, but only cut a long crack on the surface of the black armor, exposing the metal lining.
However, the power of this sword still caused countless bones to crack in his body, causing him to open his mouth and spit out a cloud of blood mist.
Duh! Duh! Duh! Duh!
The heart-stopping sound of crossbow arrows hammering into armor resounded loudly.
More than a dozen Tie Ce soldiers rushed over, and all the crossbow arrows fired from their arm crossbows hit this young practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty with great accuracy.
Almost at the same time, a dark iron net was thrown over and entangled the young Northern Wei practitioner like a big fish in the net.
This young cultivator from the Northern Wei Dynasty let out a howl like a wild beast, and his body fell hard to the ground.
The moment he fell to the ground, two Tiece Army sergeants had already pounced on him.
They threw away the long swords in their hands, held the short swords tightly with both hands, and directly connected with their momentum and their own body weight, they violently pressed the short sword towards the hands of the Northern Wei cultivator.
Puff! Puff!
Two clear but chilling sounds rang out. The swords of these two brave iron sergeants pierced the palms of the Northern Wei cultivator with incomparable precision, and plunged deeply into the ground, pinning his hands firmly.
live.
The two Tiece sergeants rolled out without hesitation.
Witnessing the sacrifices of countless colleagues has formed their valuable experience. Even seriously injured and dying practitioners are dangerous enough for them.
There is a famous saying among the Tie Ce Army that if you want a practitioner not to kill someone, the best way is to chop off his head.
"That's enough."
Lin Yi's voice sounded at this time.
His calmness contained strong self-confidence, and all the Tiece sergeants naturally retreated to both sides, away from this severely injured Northern Wei practitioner, allowing Lin Yi to walk in front of him.
Originally, enemy practitioners wearing such sophisticated armor were an absolute nightmare for them. However, what happened just now made them certain that without their intervention, this young practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty would not be Lin Lin.
Desirable opponent.
The long sword of this Northern Wei cultivator has fallen to one side.
Lin Yi picked up the Northern Wei cultivator's sword with his sword, took off the red dragon and silver shark bracelet underneath, and put it on his hand. He remained vigilant, stretched out his sword, pointed it at the Northern Wei cultivator's throat, and asked softly
Said: "Tell us some military information you want to know, and I will let you live."
"If I don't want to live, then no one can let me live."
The Northern Wei cultivator laughed miserably, and strands of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and fell on his neck.
Lin Yi frowned deeply.
He heard the meaning of the other person's words and also saw the death intention in the other person's eyes.
"Why must you die?" He looked at the other person's young features and said.
"You are too young."
This practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty said without any sarcasm, then sighed softly and asked: "What is your name... It doesn't mean anything else, I just didn't expect that I would die in someone like you...
In the hands of my younger practitioners."
"Lin Yi, the forest of the woods, the meaning of meaning." Lin Yi took a deep breath and nodded to him in salute. This was respect for an opponent.
This practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty completely calmed down and welcomed death calmly.
"My name is Murong Xing. I'm very good at it, but now I can't." He said something that would usually make people laugh, but when he said it now, black blood began to flow from his mouth.
His pupils quickly lost their luster.
"We must leave immediately." Xue Jiu walked to Lin Yi's side and reminded in a low voice, "The movement just now may attract people over."
Two Tiece Army sergeants came over and drew their daggers.
One of them stabbed the Northern Wei practitioner in the neck with a knife.
This is not a desecration of the opponent's body, but a way to confirm the opponent's death on the battlefield.
Another person began to quickly search the body of this Northern Wei cultivator.
This cultivator from the Northern Wei Dynasty was cleaner than if he had been robbed by horse thieves. Apart from the black armor and the sword Lin Yi was holding in his hand, there was only a black card.
"His name shouldn't lie."
The Tiece Army sergeant took one look and handed the black card to Lin Yi.
Lin Yi saw that this square black sign seemed to be made of ox horn. Both sides were covered with complex and beautiful petals, but one side was engraved with the word "Murong".
Lin Yi didn't say anything. He raised the two swords and looked at them.
The blade of the sword he had picked up on the battlefield was still flawless, but the black sword of this Northern Wei cultivator had a few chop marks the size of a grain of rice.
Although the toughness is slightly inferior, it is still a good sword despite the strong cold.
He also put away the sword. At present, the two swords seemed more suitable for his wide-open and wide-open slashing.