Part of it was Lin Yi's power that directly knocked him out, and part of it was the true energy in his body that followed his will to escape and loyally pushed his body farther away.
The higher you fly, the harder you fall.
There was a bang.
He smashed into a warehouse outside the palace.
This warehouse is set up by the music studio, and it contains some musical instruments that have been completed for ritual music.
His body crashed through the roof, fell in, and rolled into a ball with the bells and drums. The remaining force shattered a wall.
He rolled into the alley outside the warehouse with the broken instrument.
Most of the bones in his body were broken, and the meridians in his body were damaged to the point where almost no one was intact.
The aftertaste of the collision of breath in his body made his body like a raft that had been shot through countless holes, and it seemed that air was leaking everywhere.
Amidst the slightest sound, small air currents accompanied by blood mist continued to rush out of him.
This battle has already attracted everyone in the city, and everyone in the city is waiting for the final result of this battle. Until now, most people in the city still don’t know who is flying out, and they don’t even know who this person is.
Is a person one of our own or an enemy?
But in just one breath, many irrepressible cheers rang out in the palace, and then more cheers rang out in the city.
Such cheers heralded the outcome of the battle, especially the fact that their respected emperor was still alive.
The sound of several arrows piercing the air was heard.
These arrows did not come from the defenders around the palace, but from the surrounding streets.
Since it was determined that this person was an enemy, the people in Luoyang City naturally wanted to deal with this person, but the sergeants would not take further action until they received specific orders.
These arrows came from a young man from a certain academy in Luoyang, from a nursing home in a wealthy businessman's home, from a coachman, and even from a musician near the music studio.
Most adult men in the Northern Wei Dynasty could learn bow and arrow, but these people were not archers in the army. The arrows they used were only produced by some private workshops, and they were not considered to have superb archery skills. At this time, these
Arrows fell from all directions, and only one arrow was accurate, and it actually landed on Yuan Qingyu's body.
However, there was a soft pop.
Flowers of blood surged from Yuan Qingyu's body.
It was such an ordinary arrow that penetrated Yuan Qingyu's body.
The arrow penetrated Yuan Qingyu's right rib and penetrated his internal organs.
Yuan Qingyu's struggling body suddenly froze, and the streets and alleys were silent for a moment, but in the next moment, louder cheers rang out in the streets and alleys!
The sound of arrows piercing the air began again.
Yuan Qingyu stared at the sky with wide eyes like a dying fish.
He couldn't see the falling arrows, but he knew his fate was coming.
Too much fear left him at a loss.
He never even dreamed that he would die like this in such a street.
Lin Yi stood in the smoke and ruins.
The flame pagoda descended from the sky behind him.
The Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty looked at this young man, and he became more and more envious and jealous. Why was such a young man not born in the Northern Wei Dynasty?
He bowed seriously to Lin Yi.
Lin Yi also saluted him seriously.
Even during the Battle of Zhongli, Wang Yuanying of Zhongshan and the king of the Northern Wei Dynasty were opponents that he had to respect, let alone now.
If there was no connection between minds, he would not be able to defeat Yuan Qingyu with one punch.
"I want to go to Guanlong immediately."
He no longer cared about Yuan Qingyu who was knocked out by him, because he knew very well that Yuan Qingyu was too seriously injured and could no longer escape Luoyang. What he cared about at this time was only the man who provoked the war with great determination.
King, he looked at the Northern Wei Emperor and asked: "Is it safe for you to stay here?"
"I'll go there with you."
The Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty looked at the flame pagoda falling from the sky, "My true energy cannot last long, but at least it can help you fly faster."
…
These descendants of the patrol kings and the divine generals are indeed not very familiar with each other.
On the battlefield of Guanlong, the powerful beings in Guanlong's army did not know that their comrade was being killed in Luoyang City, and was cutting off his breath in a daze.
But the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty on the Guanlong battlefield sensed what was happening in Luoyang.
He felt the fighting there, and felt that his twin brother was alive and well.
So he was really touched.
He nodded to Wu Guzhi and said, "As you said, we should have a chance."
Helan Heiyun fell beside him and stood side by side with him.
As she fell, she stretched out her hand towards the sky in front of her.
The death horn of the old man named Li Liangling fell into her hands.
The plain outside Tianwuchuan began to shake violently again, just like the mood of all the practitioners here.
That was another cavalry army from the Northern Wei Dynasty charging towards Guanlong's Chinese army.
…
"I don't care what you think. In my opinion, if things have progressed to this point, it means that the previous plan has completely gone wrong. I feel that it has begun to get out of control. If you can't solve these three people quickly, I will not
Take action and leave soon."
A middle-aged man wearing ordinary coarse clothes, who looked like a teacher, was in the formation of the Northern Wei army. There were many collapsed ordnance beside him. He looked at the two practitioners beside him,
said.
His expression was very calm, without the slightest hint of intimidation or inducement, but the feeling he gave people was full of endless coercion and unquestionable flavor.
"If you leave, are you really willing to leave?"
Faced with his words, the person he was talking to, a middle-aged woman among the two practitioners, asked back.
This middle-aged woman was wearing a patched blue cloth dress with holes, and the cloth shoes on her feet were even stained with mud. Looking at her outfit, she looked like a vegetable farmer.
She looks very strong, and her complexion is extremely healthy, with a slight red tint in her bronze color.
At this moment, her eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.
"How many years have it taken to finally reach this point...Are you really willing to fall short in your efforts?"
The middle-aged woman looked at the man who looked like a teacher and said in a cold voice: "Also, Lao Qian and the others should have died in the hands of the Demon Sect. Even if we escape here in pursuit of self-protection, we will definitely die in the future.
We will be found again by the Demon Sect, and we have no way out except winning this war."
"It's you who have no way out, not me."
This middle-aged man who looked like a teacher still had a calm expression. He glanced in the direction of Helan Heiyun and others, and said seriously: "There should be no one in this world who is better than me when it comes to restraining my aura. As long as I don't want to be...
If someone in this world finds out, no one can find me, not even the Demon Sect, so you have to worry about being hunted by the Demon Sect, not me."
The middle-aged woman's blood was a little agitated, and her face turned red.
But before she spoke, the middle-aged man who looked like a teacher had already continued: "Everything I said is true, so you shouldn't be angry, because I can leave, but you can't. I hope you can think clearly.
My own situation...Since there is a way out, I will not be unwilling. Since I am destined to fail, I can choose to spend the rest of my life comfortably. But you should think clearly, you are different from me, so the next battle,
You should not be as unbearable as those people before you, and don't leave yourself a way out when others are trying their best."
"Feel sorry."
He nodded in salute to the middle-aged woman and another fisherman-looking practitioner, and said: "This should be the time for you to work as hard as them... The Four-Fang Patrol King, the Eight Divine Generals, the Four-Fang Patrol King are in the Northern Wei Palace
One of them has already died, and now there is another one who wants to kill the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty in the palace. Looking at the current situation, even if he can succeed, he will probably have to pay a considerable price. The eight divine generals have already disappeared in the hands of the Demon Sect.
Of the three just now, one died, one was seriously injured, one escaped, and a patrol king and a divine general went to the Southern Dynasty... But there are two divine generals like me and you here, and there are three more who are infinitely close to you in strength, but without you.
The existence of the magic weapons we possess. If you two god generals plus these three practitioners who can be called quasi-god generals, you can't quickly deal with these three enemies who have been seriously injured, and I still have a way out.
If I work as hard as you do, even if I can really win this war here, I think those who survive will not be the final winner. They are still preparing to become food for the Demon Sect. As for He Bayue, I'm sorry.
, I am just like his father, I never have much confidence in him, and it has nothing to do with his cultivation."
The fisherman-looking practitioner next to the middle-aged woman has been very quiet.
When Li Liangling was killed before, although he was shocked, he quickly regained his composure and thought.
He had known this man who looked like a teacher before, so he knew that every word he said was meaningful.
He listened carefully to every word of the other party and determined that there was no need to argue.
This is indeed what everyone else who has the ability to change the outcome of this war needs to understand.
This man who looks like a teacher is the descendant of the Western Patrol King. Before that, he was originally the strongest among the Four Patrol Kings, even surpassing He Badu.
Even if He Bayue is here now, even if all of them object, they can't force him to do anything.
"You're right."
So this fisherman-looking practitioner, the inheritor of the Purgatory God General, glanced at the middle-aged woman next to him, motioned for the other party to calm down, then nodded and said: "If we people can't solve this problem,
Three people, there is indeed no need to continue the next war. We can stop thinking about the world from now on, or choose to surrender."
The man who looked like a teacher looked at him calmly and then stopped talking.
He knew that the successor of this Purgatory God General was stronger than those people. Of course, there was still hope in this war.
It's just that he was forced to this extent by the world... maybe only he and He Bayue, who had always been at odds with him, were sober enough.
(My calculation was wrong, the four patrol kings have been exhausted. I wrote it wrong yesterday and changed it today) (To be continued)