This change comes from the fact that there are no powerful practitioners here, and no one can pose a substantial threat to him.
The fall of this Taoist city was inevitable, but for some reason, he felt the influence of some practitioners on the entire battle situation, and he gained some confidence in slowing down Xiao Donghuang's army and relying on the Tie Ce Army to hold on to Zhongli City for some time.
In addition to practitioners, those archers with extremely accurate archery skills are the ones who harvest lives the fastest on the battlefield. A powerful archer can even kill more people in a battle than some ordinary practitioners.
So he decided to kill all the Northern Wei archers who had just caught his sight before leaving this section of the city wall.
"Break through the encirclement and go to Zhongli City. This is a military order."
He shouted sharply at the Southern Dynasty sergeants on this section of the city wall. He did not mention his identity. This was not because he was afraid of being heard by these Northern Wei people, but because he knew very well that when he was shocked by his own power,
If these Southern Dynasty sergeants who are still fighting here don't know their identity, they might be able to obey his orders.
He also knew very well how to give these people more shock at this time.
The flesh and blood of his waist, abdomen and legs suddenly exerted force, and he jumped up without any warning. Unlike ordinary practitioners, ordinary practitioners' flybys often appear casual and natural with the help of true energy.
His body was swept away by the wind, extremely light, but his body was thrown forward like a boulder, which was both heavy and at an alarming speed, which was particularly heart-stopping.
Before a Northern Wei archer could subconsciously feel fear, Lin Yi had already landed in front of him.
Before Lin Yi's feet landed on the ground, his left hand had already pressed down on the Northern Wei archer.
The Northern Wei archer raised his hand, but was unable to stop Lin Yi's hand from falling.
With a click, his neck bones shattered and his head sank.
The long knife in Lin Yi's right hand slashed behind him.
It was as if there were eyes on the back of his head, and with one strike he chopped off the heads of two Northern Wei sergeants who rushed from behind him.
"Pile him to death!"
A Northern Wei general gave a sharp shout.
In the battle against practitioners, using human lives to consume the opponent's true energy is indeed one of the most commonly used methods by the army. However, Lin Yi put too much pressure on people and easily killed the most powerful person here from the beginning.
A powerful practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty, and there was a practitioner who could use a flying sword waiting not far away at this time. After such a sharp shout sounded, looking at the two heads rolling down behind Lin Yi, many
Although the eyes of the Northern Wei sergeants were blood red, no one dared to rush forward at that moment.
The shout of this Northern Wei general revealed his position.
"Here comes the spear!"
Lin Yi's eyes fell on the place where the sound came from, and with a low shout, Rong Yi had already thrown the spear in his hand towards him.
Lin Yi stretched out his hand to catch the spear, and the sound of breaking through the air instantly sounded.
The Northern Wei general subconsciously exclaimed in horror and threw his body behind a ballista on the side.
However, with a soft pop, the flying spear did not fall towards him, but fell on an archer on the other side.
Lin Yi's eyes flashed slightly, and once again, to everyone's surprise, he did not rush towards the trembling Northern Wei general, but walked towards the other side of the city wall.
On that city wall, nearly a hundred Northern Wei sergeants had already blocked more than twenty Southern Dynasty sergeants in a corner. At this time, he walked leisurely. Li Moxiao and Bai Yuelu followed him silently, and Rong Yi also
He took the spear again and followed.
Looking at the figures of these four people, the eyes of all the Northern Wei sergeants on this section of the city wall were full of fear. They retreated like a tide, but there was no retreat from the rear. The more than 20 Southern Dynasty sergeants were in high spirits.
He waved his sword desperately to block their retreat.
For a moment, these Northern Wei sergeants squeezed each other, some lost their footing and fell to the ground, and some were even pushed off the walls on both sides by their extremely panicked companions.
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Outside the city wall, inside an ordinary Northern Wei marching tent, a practitioner wearing a black bamboo hat slowly raised his head.
It seems a bit ridiculous to still wear a bamboo hat in the camp, but practitioners often hide many secrets that are different from ordinary people, and as long as they are strong enough compared to ordinary people, everyone will think that even the weirdest attire is natural.
This cultivator wearing a black bamboo hat also had a black cloth covering his face, only revealing his pupils with two points of light.
Judging from the angularity of the face and body shape, this should be a man.
He was wearing a black cloth shirt. The style was very ordinary, but some particularly bright black silk threads were used to embroider black flowers on his black cloth-based shirt.
In the Northern Wei Dynasty, almost everyone knew that Lord Mo Zong, whom they respected and loved, liked flowers. The residences of Lord Mo Zong were often very simple, but almost all of them were planted with flowers around the houses and in the courtyards, and they were cared for so that they bloomed in full bloom.
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Even in the legends of some tribes in the north, countless flowers will bloom in the valleys and wilderness where Master Mo Zong walks.
Master Mozong is a master of making weapons. Many of the armors and weapons in the workshops of the Northern Wei Dynasty are made by him. The exquisite runes he designs are often made of overlapping flowers, which are mysterious and beautiful.
Practitioners who can own the armor produced by those workshops may not have a direct relationship with Master Mo Sect, but practitioners who even have the mark of Master Mo Sect on their ordinary clothes are either disciples of Master Mo Sect, or they are also demons.
The diners under Mr. Zong’s table.
Listening to the noise on that section of the city tower, and even the warning sound of arrows, the practitioner wearing a black bamboo hat seemed not to be interested in taking action before, but now listening to the sound of the soldiers falling on the city wall, this practitioner
But he changed his mind.
A gust of breeze surged out of the marching tent, and the practitioner wearing a bamboo hat on his head disappeared like a ghost.
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Lin Yi calmly walked forward for more than ten steps, and at least twenty soldiers from the Northern Wei Dynasty were squeezed out of the city wall and fell down with shrill screams.
The soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty, who were tortured by fear and became manic and restless, finally understood that there was no way out and rushed towards Lin Yi and others, shouting crazily.
Lin Yi pulled out his sword with his backhand.
A thunderous roar sounded.
The violent sword light turned several Northern Wei sergeants who were charging towards them into kites flying out.
The sergeants of the Northern Wei Dynasty who were shouting crazily suddenly fell silent.
Then the sword light rose again.
It was just a long sword, but in Lin Yi's hands, it turned into a violent iron rod.
He kept walking forward.
With every swing of his sword, all the Northern Wei sergeants in front of him were scattered out of the city walls on both sides like beans in a plate.
Rong Yi followed Lin Yi, and he felt the firmness of Lin Yi's footsteps and the terrifying power constantly pouring out of his body.
His breathing became very difficult.
He just subconsciously felt that Lin Yi didn't need a sword in his hand at this time. Even if he was given a very long bamboo pole, the lethality would probably be more terrifying than this sword.
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Outside the city wall, several generals of the Northern Wei Dynasty looked at the soldiers falling on the wall, with cold sweat on their foreheads. They looked at the tent with pleading eyes. To their surprise, they saw that the curtain of the tent was still being raised.