Mr. Chen Da cut off four swords in a row. This flying sword of a practitioner of the Northern Wei Dynasty's spiritual realm was originally parallel to the four flying swords that were cut down, or even faster.
However, this flying sword was deliberately slowed down.
It and its owner were just deliberately waiting for that opportunity.
In the view of this swordsman in the realm of spirituality from the Lexiang Mansion of the Northern Wei Dynasty, it was absolutely impossible for Mr. Chen Da to intercept his sword, because a person's hard work can stimulate some potential, and he can pour out more energy regardless of physical damage.
There is a lot of real energy, but no one can change the distance between time and reality.
He thought it was too late for Mr. Chen Da to swing his heavy sword to stop his strike.
However, he miscalculated.
Mr. Chen Da's epee was retracted at a strange speed, landing on his flying sword like an iron bridge.
There was a heavy sound in the morning air, followed by a painful groan.
This spiritual mind practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty pursed his lips tightly, and the blood that surged from his throat spurted out from his nostrils.
He raised his head and looked at Mr. Chen Da on the city wall in disbelief, unable to understand how Mr. Chen Da's old body could possibly compete with his own age.
Then he saw the results.
Mr. Chen Da's right arm holding the sword was filled with blood mist.
His right arm hung limply.
A lot of broken flesh flew out from his right arm.
His right arm is broken.
Not only were his bones shattered, but his meridians were torn to pieces by his own true energy before the bones were shattered.
These are just external injuries, his internal injuries should be more serious.
However, at this moment, his left hand grasped the heavy sword.
This Northern Wei Shen Nian realm practitioner screamed in even greater pain. He understood Mr. Chen Da’s intentions and determination.
Wherever his mind went, the shaking flying sword was about to be forcibly withdrawn, but he still miscalculated.
Mr. Chen Da swung his left sword down, but still hit his flying sword.
With the previous sword strike, Mr. Chen Da's right hand seemed to shrink suddenly by a foot.
But now, the sword in Mr. Chen Da's left hand seems to have suddenly grown one foot longer.
In the eyes of any practitioner, Bone Shrinking Kung Fu and Arm-Threading Fist are superficial techniques belonging to a warrior. However, this practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty never thought that such superficial techniques would determine the moment of time at this moment.
The heavy sword fell on his flying sword.
His tightly pursed lips finally couldn't hold together anymore, and with a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, carrying some broken true energy that he couldn't control, and rushed to the city wall in front of him.
The hard city wall had many small pits punched out by the blood.
Mr. Chen Da shook his head.
He let go of the heavy sword in his hand, sat slumped on the dirty ground that he had refused to touch before, and then continued to cough up blood.
Several soldiers from the Southern Dynasty subconsciously wanted to help him, but they were stopped by Wang Chaozong's sharp shout.
These Southern Dynasty sergeants didn't know why Wang Chaozong stopped them.
But at the next moment, as Mr. Chen Da coughed, all of them saw ripples visible to the naked eye appearing around his body, and the blood solidified in the stone cracks on the city wall was mixed with muddy water and was shaken into powder.
Under the city wall, five swordsmen from the Lexiang Mansion of the Northern Wei Dynasty continued to take medicine for their injuries and tried their best to regulate their breathing, including the spiritual mind practitioner among them.
This spiritual mind practitioner from Lexiang Mansion smiled helplessly. He didn't even have much killing intention at this time.
Firstly, his own injuries were also serious, and secondly, he was certain that even if Mr. Chen Da could survive, he would definitely be a cripple from now on.
In this battle, Mr. Chen Da certainly paid a higher price.
It's just that one person's power can severely injure five of them equally. The most fundamental thing is the initial sword that smashed into five of them like a nail.
"You should be the worshiper of the Qi family. You are stronger than we thought."
The spiritual mind practitioner from Lexiang Mansion coughed lightly, and his body began to stop shaking. He looked at the wall respectfully, and after saying those two sentences, he still couldn't help but sigh: "The Southern Dynasty's There are too many capable people and strangers.”
Mr. Chen Da's breathing became a little difficult, and every breath he took would involve the injuries in his body, but he still said to the Northern Wei practitioners under the wall: "If Shen Yue and He Xiuxian are still alive, I'm afraid you won't even be able to survive." I don’t even have the courage to say this when I go south.”
Most people don't understand the meaning of Mr. Chen Da's words, but some practitioners present understand.
If Shen Yue and He Xiuxian were alive, the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty would not dare to go south at all.
Of course, there were many capable people in the Southern Dynasties, and existences like the Three Saints of the South were certainly not as sharp as those practitioners in the Northern Wei Dynasty.
Therefore, the emotion expressed by this spiritual practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty was originally nonsense.
This Northern Wei Shen Nian realm practitioner could not refute, and he was not angry. He just said: "Sir, that's right."
But his expression gradually calmed down, and his expression became more resolute, and he said slowly: "It's just that the two belligerent saints among the three saints in the South are dead, and the other saint didn't take action in the first place, or even whether Its true existence is already in doubt. So there should be nothing that can prevent us from the Northern Wei from winning this war."
Of course all the Southern Koreans present did not think so.
But now it seems impossible to change their fate of dying before these people.
Because this spiritual mind practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty had gradually regained his aura, even though he was seriously injured, he was still able to take action.
All the people from the Southern Dynasties present were very unwilling, including Qi Zhuji. However, even Qi Zhuji could not change the outcome of the battle here.
On Jiangxin Island, the Northern Wei general wearing a round hat slowly raised his hand, and he was about to issue an order for the entire army to attack again.
However, at this moment, there was a harsh roar in the sky on the south side, and then a bright light exploded.
That bright light is a flame, which will be very visible in the night sky, but it will not appear bright at dawn.
The Northern Wei general's hands froze.
In a deserted field on the other side of Zhongli City, two carriages drove up.
The two young men driving the carriage looked very tired.
Because they were definitely from the Southern Dynasties, when the two carriages approached, several Northern Wei archers who were ambushing in the grass coldly shot an arrow each.
Then they all died.
The young man in the leading carriage let their arrows hit him, and then just threw a few stones at them.
Their arrows broke and fell on the young man, and then their heads exploded like ripe watermelons.
Lin Yi did not look at the dead Northern Wei archers. He glanced at the nearby Northern Wei coalition, and then at Zhongli City, which was killing people in the morning light. He was sure that Zhongli City was still firmly in his own hands. He I felt unspeakable joy and warmth in my heart.
At this time, he didn't know that Qi Zhuji was guarding the north wall.
Qi Zhuji didn't know that the batch of ordnance he was waiting for and Xue Jiu's iron army had not arrived yet, but Lin Yi, whom he missed, had arrived at this time.