The long sword and the iron rod intersected, making a terrifying sound,
Lin Yi's figure stopped suddenly in the air, and then was knocked back by the terrifying power contained in the iron rod.
Accompanied by cheers from the Northern Wei army on the river bank behind him, Han Qiuji roared, but was unable to jump up again immediately.
What he stood on was not flat ground, but driftwood.
His body sank down, and the driftwood he landed on rose up at the other end, and his feet fell into the water.
Lin Yi fell to the ground and ran towards Han Qiuyan again!
Han Qiuyu didn't feel any fear. With that blow just now, he was sure that there was a certain gap between the opponent's strength and his own. Even though the opponent was the weirdest practitioner he had ever seen, he was very sure that the opponent was
A practitioner under the will of God.
There was a roar beneath his feet.
It was similar to the sound of his feet trampling on the driftwood when he rushed over with the iron rod before.
Two powerful streams of true energy burst out from the soles of his feet, and the driftwood under his feet exploded like fragile thin ice.
His body was violently pulled out of the water, ejected, and flew into the air.
The iron rod in his hand made a heart-stopping whistling sound, and the strong fluctuations of vitality were like black flames wrapping around the iron rod.
Everyone naturally felt that the iron rod and the sword in Lin Yi's hand would meet again, because Lin Yi's fighting style before and the way he ran wildly at this time also gave people an intuition that he would definitely use brute force to compete.
The most important thing is that, facing the iron rod that fell from the air, Lin Yi also shouted loudly and raised his sword to the sky.
However, what no one expected was that the moment the iron rod fell, Lin Yi's figure had disappeared from under the iron rod.
His body, which originally seemed extremely heavy like a running carriage, floated away like leaves carried by the strong wind.
The sword in his hand didn't look like a sword, but like a rope hanging from the sky, pulling him out.
His figure and Han Qiuyan's figure crossed each other and appeared behind Han Qiuyu.
A crimson mist exploded under his feet, and then his body lifted up incredibly, and the sword in his hand turned into a fanatical flame, slashing towards Han Qiuyan's back!
Han Qiuyu groaned in pain.
The true energy in his body that was constantly spurting towards his hands was forcibly reversed by him. His body moved forward a few feet, and with the swing of the iron rods in his hands, his whole body also turned sideways.
There was a loud bang!
The sword and the iron rod meet again.
Han Qiuyan coughed up a mouthful of blood.
It wasn't that his internal organs were damaged due to lack of strength, but that his own true energy was flowing too violently, exceeding the limit that his body could bear.
However, his eyes lit up.
Because there was a cracking sound in the air.
The sword in Lin Yi's hand flew out.
The iron rod in his hand continued to move forward and hit Lin Yi's chest.
The look on Lin Yi's face still didn't change much.
Because this was what he expected.
The long sword in his hand fell away not just because he could not resist the pure power, but because he did not want his body to fly back uncontrollably.
Facing the iron rod that still had its remaining power, his left hand fell directly on it first, and then his right hand that originally held the sword.
The moment his hands fell on the iron rod, Han Qiuyu, a practitioner from Dongyun Sword Academy, shouted again. The iron rod in his hand trembled violently, trying to shake Lin Yi's fingers directly.
broken!
However, everything was different from what he thought.
There was a continuous sound between the iron rod and Lin Yi's palms, like the sound of thunderous waves crashing against the table, and dark red pink mist kept pouring out from between Lin Yi's fingers. However, Lin Yi's fingers were always as dead as iron pliers. Death is clamped on his rod.
Almost intuitively, this practitioner of the Dongyun Sword Academy, who was also known for his violent fighting style, roared angrily, and kicked Lin Yi at the moment when his hands were locked.
The wind howled.
His kick also felt like a sweeping iron rod.
Lin Yi's reaction was also very direct.
He also swept over with one kick.
One foot to the other.
Then there was a cracking sound.
Everyone takes a breath.
That was the sound of broken bones.
A shrill cry sounded.
In addition to the pain, it was more shocking and incomprehensible.
Han Qiuyan's leg was broken.
But his body did not fall, because even his intact foot left the ground.
Lin Yi held his iron rod with extremely steady hands and swung it up, lifting his whole body up.
However, due to the intense pain at this moment, he had no time to summon more true energy, and the true energy that surged through the iron rod could no longer compete with Lin Yi's power.
To be more precise, the true energy that rushed towards Lin Yi's hands quickly disintegrated.
There was a slight friction sound between his palms and the rough surface of the iron rod, and then he lost control of the iron rod.
His body suddenly lifted off the ground and was thrown back by Lin Yi. After flying several feet away, he fell heavily to the ground!
Lin Yi grabbed the iron rod, turned around slowly, looked at the practitioner from the Dongyun Sword Academy who was smashed on the pontoon, and looked at the opposite river bank.
All the Northern Wei sergeants on the opposite bank of the river were having difficulty breathing, including the military advisor.
It is extremely rare for a flying sword to be snatched away. No one would have thought that such a practitioner's heavy iron rod would be snatched directly from Lin Yi's hands.
Many people's eyes fell on the foot Lin Yi kicked out just now.
The scene just now appeared subconsciously in their minds, and an extremely uncomfortable feeling kept echoing in their bodies.
His legs were truly made of iron.
"how so!"
The remaining cultivator of Dongyun Sword Academy supported Han Qiuyu, who was unable to get up. He squatted on the ground and looked up at Lin Yi, his face extremely pale. He knew his senior brother Han Qiuyu very well. The skills Qiu Yan practiced at Dongyun Sword Academy were originally different from theirs. He followed a purely fierce path. His body was also tempered with a variety of secret medicines. Not only was his explosive power more amazing, but more importantly, , his body bones are really much harder than those of ordinary practitioners. But when the two collided, it was his senior brother's legs that were suddenly broken.
There was applause.
It was Qi Zhuji who was applauding.
Qi Zhuji looked at the lost practitioner of Dongyun Sword Academy and the Northern Wei army opposite, applauded and laughed.
Not far behind him, Bai Yuelu stood quietly with eyes full of emotion.
Lin Yi is not only a natural-born general, he is also a practitioner with extremely amazing talents.
Although she taught Lin Yi footwork, she never expected that Lin Yi could perfectly integrate swordsmanship, Danmer Sword and such footwork.
He is really strong.
He was so strong that even she who was on his side felt scared.