Although the old man was injured, he was actually the strongest among the three Southern Dynasty swordsmen on the battlefield. Otherwise, he would not have been putting pressure on the old man, causing him to be distracted and consume his real energy.
Yuan came to deal with him.
So at this moment, he also knew that more power should be left to this old man.
His left hand suddenly appeared, first a punch, then a palm.
His fist traveled rapidly through the air, but when it met Lin Yi's punch, it transformed into a palm.
A snapping sound sounded between his palm and Lin Yi's fist.
Then with the force of this push, his whole body flew back lightly.
At this moment, there was a crackle in the air.
There was just a sound, but three sword pieces came like lightning and fell towards his body.
The sword in his hand was shot out, and three substantial sword lights formed in the air, slashing at the three sword pieces with precision.
The distance in space gave him enough reaction time, and without any surprise, the three sword pieces were blown away in an instant, spinning in the turbulent airflow and making a whimpering sound.
However, he had anticipated something.
His palm did not cause any serious damage to Lin Yi. Lin Yi's body only stumbled back slightly before he jumped up.
Lin Yi's fist did not have any brilliance, nor any unique brilliance of true essence, but the wind caused by the fist continued to explode.
Because there was no expectation, there was not enough time left for him.
He slapped his left palm out again, and the real energy in his body quickly flowed between his palms.
Lin Yi's fist hit his palm.
Simple, but very violent.
There was a muffled bang.
There were countless shocked looks in Zhang Nianping's eyes.
Not only was Lin Yi's strength at this time, the more shock came from the fact that in the palm of his hand that was in contact with Lin Yi's fist, another piece of true energy seemed to be missing inexplicably.
This time he really understood the reason.
What swallowed up his true essence was not the bracelet made of strange meteorite iron in Lin Yi's hand, but Lin Yi's body itself.
"Click..."
There was a clear cracking sound in his palm.
He knew his metacarpal bone was broken.
Lin Yi still had some energy left at this time.
There was a strong sense of hunger in his body at this time, as if he had been hungry for several meals, but the qi and blood in his body had been completely calmed down, and all the flames in his body had been destroyed by the opponent's powerful true energy.
extinguished.
He also felt that the other party had reached a very dangerous moment.
If he continued to attack, this powerful practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty would be severely injured by him.
However he stopped.
He stopped and backed away.
Zhang Nianping frowned slightly because of the severe pain in his hand.
He glanced at Lin Yi's clean brows and knew what the other person was thinking at this time.
Without any hesitation, he rushed out.
He did not rush toward the old man, but directly swept away from the battlefield.
Lin Yi stopped and watched the Northern Wei cultivator leave.
In Jiankang City, almost everyone was describing how ruthless the Northern Barbarians were and how cruel they were. However, the more he went to such a battlefield, the more he realized that these were just lies.
There is no difference between these Northern Wei and Southern Dynasties people.
He didn't know if Zhang Nianping would leave Meishan directly after leaving here, but even if the other party was his enemy, he still hoped that the other party could live well at this time.
Yuan Yan's eyes were still on his slightly shaking back at this time.
She had just felt the amazing power of this young practitioner from the Southern Dynasty, and now she also felt his weakness.
The old man's eyes not far away also fell on Lin Yi.
The old man's eyes were full of emotion and indescribable appreciation.
The sharp crackling sound in the air suddenly disappeared.
The five entangled flying swords suddenly disappeared into the air.
In the next moment, the practitioners and sergeants of the Northern Wei Dynasty, led by the two swordsmen of the Northern Wei Dynasty, began to retreat.
The attendants beside the two Northern Wei sword masters raised their heads and took a deep look at Lin Yi, then carried the knife box on their backs and followed the two Northern Wei sword masters inseparably.
The servant's eyes also looked a little strange.
He also did not expect that the person who suddenly changed the situation on the battlefield would be such a young practitioner who suddenly arrived.
Lin Yi himself didn't stop at all.
For him, both the mace and the deerskin bag containing the marching rations were important.
He rushed back immediately, putting away his swords, mace and deerskin bag. When the deerskin bag was put back on his body, he grabbed a handful of marching rations from the deerskin bag behind him and almost ate them dry.
Go down.
The fighting continued. These Southern Dynasty soldiers and practitioners were still trying to stay and kill as many Northern Wei people as possible. However, the servants around the three flying sword masters stopped.
Every one of their clothes was soaked through, and every one of them was very tired.
In the battle just now, they were the most nervous and always on the line of life and death.
They looked at Lin Yi who was swallowing dry food with difficulty. The expressions in their eyes were very complicated, and many of them even felt a little faintly in awe.
Everyone was certain that this young practitioner was not in the Chengtian realm, but it was such a young man who stood up and wanted to stop or kill the terrifying Northern Wei practitioner.
Recalling all the previous scenes, the respect in these people's eyes became even stronger.
It is not easy to be able to clearly judge the key points of the battle formation on such a battlefield, not to mention that even if they were replaced, they may not have the courage to rush over.
For anyone who has stayed on the battlefield for a long time, loyalty and courage are far more worthy of respect than strength.
The attendants around the old man were completely relaxed.
Many of them even collapsed on the ground without caring about their appearance, gasping for air.
The old man closed his eyes slightly.
For a practitioner like him, the physical damage and pain are far less than the mental wear and tear and extreme exhaustion.
The battle between flying swords requires a high degree of concentration for every snap of the finger, and the spirit is always as tense as a bow string stretched to the extreme. This kind of fatigue is not experienced personally, and it is difficult for others to understand.
When he opened his eyes again, the wrinkles on his face had relaxed a lot.
He looked at Lin Yi again, and then said softly to a waiter beside him, "Go and invite that young man over."
A practitioner like him naturally has a certain status in the entire Southern Dynasty. His status is much higher than that of Lin Yi at this time. However, he specifically used the word "please", so the attendant beside him suddenly also
I could hear his respect for the young practitioner.
This gravel field was originally the scene of the most intense fighting, but most of them were cultivators and they walked the fastest when they evacuated. Instead, it immediately became quiet.
The attendant beside the old man quickly left the old man's side and came to Lin Yi.
The attendant bowed to Lin Yi and then said the old man's request.
Lin Yi took a few mouthfuls of marching rations into his stomach, and felt a little calmer. He originally wanted to continue eating, but thinking that such a swordsman was going to see him, it would not be good for him to still chew food, so he nodded,
He also wiped the corners of his mouth and followed the waiter towards the old man.