Blood was constantly dripping from Li Moxiao's body. There were no wounds on his body. The blood came from the enemies who entered the city.
The reason why no one associates him with the formation master is because his name as Little Martial Saint is too loud.
When fighting against practitioners who are lower than him or ordinary warriors, his killing speed will not be lower than Lin Yi, but he will not be able to last as long as Lin Yi.
He heard the previous movements and chaos on Jiangxinzhou and the North Bank, and heard Xi Ruyu's mournful and wild beast-like roar. Although he did not know that Jian Wenhou and Lin Yi had killed a vital figure of the other party, he guessed that
It can be concluded that Lin Yi must have done something extremely damaging to the opponent's morale at this time.
At this time, he heard Lin Yi's shout again, and he was even more impressed, but a wry smile couldn't help but flow from the corner of his mouth.
Only through continuous fighting can one truly understand how quickly a practitioner's true energy flows away.
Therefore, the protagonist of the war can always only be the army, not the absolute minority of practitioners. Even if they have saved as much real energy as possible, from the time the opponent entered the city to now, he has very little real energy left.
However, at this time, a powerful aura appeared in his perception.
A flying sword like a dead leaf flew from the roof behind him against the tiles. It did not kill any of the Southern Dynasty soldiers during the flight, but fell towards him.
This flying sword didn't want to attract anyone's attention, or even be noticed by him.
Although he sensed this insidiously approaching flying sword in advance, he should not be a match for this flying sword.
The speed of the flying sword was too fast. Even if he could resist the first blow of the flying sword, he probably wouldn't be able to dodge the second blow.
Everyone will die. Li Moxiao took a deep breath and prepared to face his own death.
However, what he didn't expect was that at the moment the flying sword flew down from the tiles, a sword slashed towards the flying sword.
It was a very ordinary sword, the most commonly used standard long sword in the Southern Dynasty army. However, this sword landed on the flying sword accurately. The flying sword felt something was wrong and wanted to sharply
Before withdrawing, a terrifying force had already exploded on the sword.
A loud thunderous noise.
Even this ordinary sword couldn't withstand the strength of the man who drew the sword, and it exploded every inch.
At the same time, the flying sword turned into rusty iron and was slashed to the ground, and a horrifying cry rang out from the dark alley behind.
The sword in the owner's hand that cut off this flying sword was broken, leaving only a hilt.
He did not pursue the Northern Wei cultivator who lost his flying sword and was injured in the deep alley. He just shouted softly and threw the hilt of the sword in his hand.
There was a soft pop.
On the roof not far away, there was an archer from the Northern Wei Dynasty who was shooting arrows. His head was hit by the hilt of the sword and exploded like a ripe watermelon.
Li Moxiao looked at the Southern Dynasty practitioner who had saved him in surprise.
This is a wounded person.
He was seriously injured and even had a cane on his left hand.
The sword he used just now seemed to have been picked up casually on the road.
To be able to defeat the flying sword so easily, this wounded man must be a practitioner of the spiritual realm.
Li Moxiao couldn't figure out how there could be such a strong man in the spiritual realm in Zhongli City.
"I am Jin Dong, from Taoist City."
The wounded man saw Li Moxiao's confusion at this moment and said extremely simply.
Li Moxiao reacted immediately. He knew the identity of this person, and his eyes instantly showed great respect.
“What does diesel salt mean?”
Jin Dong adjusted his breathing slowly, and some turbid blood flowed from the corners of his lips.
Even though Marquis Jian Wen used precious real energy to help him heal his injuries, every time he made a move, he felt like he was running out of gas.
There were no violent fluctuations of true energy in his body at this time. In fact, it was not because he suppressed it intentionally, but because there really was not much true energy in his body. He just used such violent means to cut down the flying sword, just to let all the people in the darkness
The enemies of the Northern Wei Dynasty all saw that he was a strong man in the spiritual realm, so they did not dare to come over.
He is actually a tiger that has lost its claws and is fierce in appearance but weak in heart.
When he woke up before, he already knew all the fighting situation here. At this time, in his opinion, how long Zhongli City can delay depends only on Marquis Jian Wen and Lin Yi.
"He is a worshiper of the Imperial City and a practitioner of the Divine Mind Realm. He was injured before, but his injury should be lighter than yours." Li Moxiao said quickly.
"In this case, we must try to get to him."
Jin Dong looked at the direction where the sound came from, and then moved without hesitation.
For a person like Lin Yi, even if he is seriously injured and dying, he cannot directly call for help. If he wants a spiritual practitioner to come over, it is probably not that he is about to die, but that he has other plans.
"We'll go over there and join him."
When Jin Dong said this, Bai Yuelu also raised his head and looked at the section of city wall where Lin Yi's voice sounded.
"Where's Rong Yi?"
Qi Zhuji had the same idea as Jin Dong at this time. He even vaguely guessed what Lin Yi was thinking at this time. However, when he turned around, Xiao Suxin was not far from him, but Rong Yi's figure was not far away.
It's missing.
And a few breaths ago, Rong Yi was clearly still fighting nearby.
"Rongyi!"
Xiao Suxin also suddenly realized that Rong Yi's trace was missing. She called out, hoping to hear Rong Yi's response immediately.
However, there was no response from her familiar voice.
Qi Zhuji's face suddenly looked a little ugly.
In this dark night, focusing on fighting the oncoming Northern Wei sergeants, it is easy to be dispersed and lose the traces of the surrounding companions. However, there is no voice response, which can only mean that there is a special reason, and Rong Yi is already far away from them.
Already.
There was another possibility that he didn't want to think about.
That is, it is possible that Rong Yi was killed by the cultivators of the Northern Wei Dynasty who were lurking in secret.
"Rong Yi! Go to the north wall!"
He took a deep breath and shouted loudly again.
He didn't know how far his voice could spread, because at this time, his ears were filled with shouts of killing from all directions.
Lin Yi heard Qi Zhuji's shouting.
Qi Zhuji, Bai Yuelu, and Xiao Suxin were not too far away from the north wall where Lin Yi was. When they heard Qi Zhuji's voice, Lin Yi's eyes suddenly lit up.
Qi Zhuji and others are still alive, which is the best news for him.
However, he did not immediately call Qi Zhuji and the others to come over, because he had a gut feeling that if he had called out like that, there would be cultivators from the Northern Wei Dynasty who would intercept and kill him.
"Let all practitioners in the army, except Mr. Bai and Mr. Feng, come here."
Xi Ruyu looked at the dilapidated north wall of Zhongli City and said in a slow and cold voice.
He stood on the ship with its bow broken off. The broken wood in front of him was staggered and looked more broken than the northern wall.