Even if an ordinary cultivator rushes into the formation, it is just like a sharp sword breaking through the water waves, penetrating deep into the enemy and becoming unstoppable. However, Lin Yi's charging into the formation at this time gives people the feeling that one person is like a wall.
The wall must be extremely tyrannical to block everyone in this cavalry army in front of his wall!
Qi Zhuji did not immediately follow Lin Yi. He looked at Lin Yi's back with a somewhat complicated look.
If there wasn't any special person in this cavalry army, I'm afraid it would be enough for him to just watch Lin Yi fight most of the time.
But the Northern Wei cavalry in front of Lin Yi didn't think so.
The knights who were originally charging straight towards him separated on both sides, but several black ropes were stretched straight. Following the sharp shouts of the Northern Wei sergeants on the knights, they were like several bamboo poles lying across the night.
Falling towards Lin Yi's body.
After several riders separated, there were several chi chi sounds, and several arrows struck Lin Yi's face with violent momentum.
Lin Yi originally wanted to try to prevent any Northern Wei cavalry from rushing behind him, but this unusual number of arrows made him change his mind.
"You were the one who shot and killed our three sentries just now, so you will die first."
He looked at the Northern Wei cultivator who was shooting arrows in the cavalry and said.
Even though the arrows fired from such a powerful crossbow at a very close range were as fast as flying swords, they were still a bit too slow for him.
When he said the first word, he bowed slightly, as if he was saluting the opponent solemnly, but he avoided these arrows and flew directly over his head.
The sword in his hand was struck out fiercely again, with a violent emotion that was not seen before.
The blade of the sword slapped on the black ropes, which were tanned with unique beef tendons. There was an explosion sound. The Northern Wei cavalry soldiers worked hard together, and their feet were firmly clasped in the stirrups.
However, the strength of several people could not compete with Lin Yi's power.
Following several unbelievable screams of horror, these Northern Wei cavalry soldiers were forcibly overturned on their horses. Their feet had no time to get out of the stirrups, and they were dragged on the ground by the horses they were riding.
The practitioner of the Northern Wei Dynasty, who was holding a unique horned bow with sharp ends, had his eyes contracted violently.
He is a middle-aged man with some gray hair on his temples. The armor on his body is no different from that of an ordinary sergeant. However, his hair is neatly combed, and he wears a cloth belt behind his back like many people in the Southern Dynasties are used to.
Tie up.
Although there were seven or eight horses between Lin Yi and him, Lin Yi still had a chill in his heart when he bowed and glanced at him. He did not doubt that this young Southern Dynasty general had the possibility of killing him.
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At this moment, another short military order rang out from the Northern Wei cavalry, shouted in the Northern Wei dialect, which was incomprehensible to all the Southern Dynasty people present.
As the military order sounded, all the cavalry that had been charging straight towards Lin Yi suddenly dispersed, and no one of the cavalry rushed towards Lin Yi.
The figures of Li Moxiao and Qi Zhuji rushed out of the black mist.
Lin Yi's strength had bought them time. Li Moxiao's eyes narrowed into a straight line, and a trace of fierceness that he had never seen before appeared on his face.
During this period of time, his flying sword has not been attacking, and many people have even ignored his existence, but he has been searching for the general who issued the order.
Among such a chaotic army, his eyes have been firmly fixed on the commander of this cavalry army.
That was not one of the few riders standing still at the rear, nor was it the man who kept issuing orders in native tongue.
Among these enemy cavalry hidden in the night, he was extremely calm and keenly aware that before these military orders were issued, the right hand of a Northern Wei cavalryman not far away from the rider who made the sound,
Several small actions have been quietly made in advance.
The cavalryman lowered his head slightly and couldn't see his face clearly, but he was not young.
There was a scimitar in his hand, but the handle of the knife was exposed diagonally from his back.
This further confirmed Li Moxiao's judgment at this time.
A scoff.
His flying sword, which was quietly suspended in the night above, suddenly accelerated sharply, and the roar it made was like cutting through several hard pieces of paper in an instant.
The sword light was like a meteor, shooting directly towards the head of the cavalry commander.
There are no tricks, just fast and violent.
He didn't make any sound to Lin Yi in front of him. He knew that Lin Yi would be able to understand what he wanted to express.
Lin Yi had already started running wildly.
Lotus-like mud waves bloomed around the soles of his feet. The power bursting out from his body made his body run and jump in a way that was different from that of ordinary practitioners, like a log thrown by a huge wave.
He seemed to be out of balance with each step, but the next moment he fell, his body shot forward again at a terrifying speed.
His running speed is much faster than these war horses.
When Li Moxiao's flying sword accelerated sharply and landed on the cavalryman's head, he had already felt an unusual wave generating around the cavalryman's body. He instantly understood what Li Moxiao was saying.
The sword just points the direction for you.
When his eyes fell on the rider's body, his own body was already in front of the Northern Wei Dynasty practitioner holding a horn bow.
The practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty gave a sharp shout. He knew that no matter how hard he drove the horse, he could not go faster than Lin Yi. He got off the horse and swept backwards. His hands kept moving to open the strong bow in his hand and draw the bow string.
It kept vibrating, and another five arrows were shot at Lin Yi.
A loud bang sounded on the horse he had just left!
He had just left his horse, and Lin Yi had already stepped on the saddle of his horse.
This high-quality war horse from the Northern Wei Dynasty could not withstand the force of Lin Yi's step. With a fierce scream, the war horse crashed to the ground and splashed mud waves.
Lin Yi followed up with this violent step and raised his body higher again. He did not try to dodge the five oncoming arrows at all, but just used his chest to meet them with great force.
Puff puff puff puff!
Like a heavy blow!
These five arrows landed on Lin Yi's chest almost at the same time and broke at the same time. The strong force made Lin Yi's body slightly frustrated, but it could not completely stop his progress.
The light of the sword in his hand burst out, and the sword seemed to be extremely fierce and cut off the head. However, in the flash of lightning, it suddenly turned cold and drew a sinister arc, slicing diagonally towards the neck of this Northern Wei cultivator.
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This cultivator from the Northern Wei Dynasty was so cold that he only had time to raise the horn bow in his hand to try to block this exquisite sword.
However, as Lin Yi's body fell naturally, Lin Yi's sword light cut along the lower edge of one end of the horn bow very naturally, and did not fall on his neck, but fell on the corner of his mouth.
A burst of blood gushed out.
The sharp blade cruelly sliced open the Northern Wei Dynasty practitioner's head along the corners of his mouth.
Amidst the horrifying exclamations and screams, a flash of blood and most of the flying heads were already behind Lin Yi.
The Northern Wei cavalryman whom Li Moxiao judged to be the real commander raised his head at this time.
He did not immediately pay attention to Lin Yi who was rushing towards him, but looked at the flying sword.
"Take it!"
A strange scream burst out from between his lips and teeth.
A ray of black light shot out from his hand, hitting the flying sword that fell straight down with incomparable accuracy.
There was a crisp snap, and a cloud of black mist enveloped Li Moxiao's flying sword.
Li Moxiao's flying sword suddenly dimmed and fell to the ground dejectedly.
At the same time, the man let go of the long knife he had been holding in his hand, and his right palm slid in the air, as if he drew a circle out of thin air.
Two waves of air visible to the naked eye surged on the ground at the same time, wrapping Lin Yi's feet.
Then the man drew his sword with his backhand and did it in one go.
The swords of most of these Northern Wei cavalrymen were black or other dull colors, and some were deliberately painted with black dye, but his sword was a bright silvery white.
A swish sound.
It was like there was a silver lightning in the night.
The tip of the knife surged out with a real blade light that was more than ten feet long, and slashed towards Lin Yi's neck, whose body suddenly fell down.