Such sounds were accompanied by thunderous roars rolling through Zhongli City, and Rong Yi quickly heard them clearly.
His body trembled.
This person should be calling Lin Yi, using the word "Pavilion Master" to call Lin Yi. He could only be someone from the Jiang Pavilion.
He couldn't help but wanted to shout, Lin Yi was on the north wall, but at this moment, he saw a black shadow falling down.
His pupils shrank sharply.
He saw this man wearing the light armor of the Northern Wei Dynasty. He felt the strong energy fluctuations rippling on this man's body, and then saw the killing intent on the face of this Northern Wei cultivator.
Without any hesitation, the few true energy left in his body turned into vitality and disappeared among his meridians.
His nine array swords flew out and fell towards the Northern Wei cultivator at the same time.
Peng!
This practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty smashed out a strange iron tool like a sharp hammer in his hand.
With an explosion, countless cracks instantly appeared on the surface of the iron tool. With the real energy he poured into it, it exploded and turned into countless fine iron filings, forming countless black lines in the night sky above.
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As these iron filings flew upward, the vitality link between Rong Yi's nine swords was quickly severed.
The power in his nine-handled sword disappeared sharply, and he fell to the ground slumped.
"Is this a bad time?"
Rong Yi looked at those thin lines blankly, thinking that these were the rare weapons produced in the palace workshop of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
This cultivator from the Northern Wei Dynasty looked at the confused Rong Yi and felt a little pity in his heart.
Rong Yi is about the same age as his son, and the performance of these young Southern Dynasty practitioners is enough for him to admire.
It’s just that war is war. The cruelty of war is that on the battlefield, the more respected the enemy is, the more threatening he is, and the more he wants to kill him as quickly as possible.
Especially when the other party is a formation master.
A thin light cyan flying sword flew out from his sleeve, and he was ready to kill this young formation master who had exhausted his true energy and could not resist much in his next breath.
However, at this moment, he suddenly turned around.
Starlight fell from the night sky and fell on Bai Yuelu's body.
There was a crackling sound.
The light cyan flying sword that was originally going to fly towards Rong Yi turned into a stream of light that was invisible to the naked eye and fell towards the girl who appeared quietly.
Dang Dang Dang...
Dazzling sparks continued to surge around Bai Yuelu's body.
Two flying swords instantly crossed dozens of swords at Bai Yuelu's side.
This practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty's eyes widened in disbelief. For some reason, he just felt that the opponent was extremely familiar with his sword moves. No matter how he changed his moves, the opponent could always be faster than him.
In the fight between flying swords, the outcome was decided by a thin line. The chill in his body kept rising, and in just one or two breaths, his confidence was shattered.
With a sharp scolding, his figure quickly swept out into the night behind him. His flying sword was like a shadow following him, dancing continuously and disappearing at the same time in a few breaths.
Seeing Bai Yuelu frightening away the strong man from the Northern Wei Dynasty, Rong Yi was extremely moved, but thinking about his current situation, he still felt uncomfortable.
"It should be someone from the sword pavilion."
His eyes were slightly hot, but crying at this time should be a very embarrassing thing. He forced himself to endure it, said something, and then nodded at a place not far ahead, "The rations Lin Yi wants are in the carriage over there.
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"Follow me."
Bai Yuelu nodded and turned around unusually crisply.
She has experienced far more life and death than anyone imagines, so she is far stronger than anyone imagines.
…
No one can stop this heavy armor from sprinting towards the north wall.
When the practitioners inside kept shouting "Master Lin Pavilion, Master Lin Pavilion", even the ordinary Southern Dynasty sergeants in the city, and even all the Northern Wei sergeants understood that the man in the heavy armor was looking for
Lin Yi.
"North wall!"
"Go north!"
"Lin Yi is on the north wall!"
Many voices shouted scatteredly, and gradually the voices converged into a huge sound wave.
This sound was heard not only by Qi Zhuji and others who were already very close to the north wall, but also by Lin Yi who was on the city wall.
Qi Zhuji took a deep breath, his eyes filled with hope like a ghost fire.
Such shouts made him understand that there were at least many Southern Dynasty people alive in this city, and just as he imagined, as long as Lin Yi did not die and as long as Lin Yi was still fighting, he would continue to fight for these people.
The courage to live.
Amidst the roaring sound, the heavy armor crossing Zhongli City appeared in Lin Yi's sight.
"Soaring Snake Heavy Armor!"
Lin Yi looked at the heavy armor that was rushing towards him with waves of dust at a terrifying speed. He just saw the rough shadow of the heavy armor at a glance and recognized it.
"Here!"
He didn't know who was in the heavy armor at this time, but he almost subconsciously shouted at the Soaring Snake heavy armor!
"Pavilion Master Lin is here!"
Diesel Salt let out a loud cry almost at the same time.
His first four words sounded much louder than Lin Yi's voice, but the last two words had already dropped.
As soon as he yelled, a mouthful of blood sprayed out from his mouth.
He has done his best.
His true energy was completely exhausted at this time.
One after another, practitioners from the Northern Wei Dynasty continued to appear in his and Marquis Jian Wen's sight and perception. These practitioners from the Northern Wei Dynasty attacked from all directions.
"Don't put too much effort into it."
Lin Yi turned to look at Marquis Jian Wen and said softly: "When that heavy armor arrives, when I put on that heavy armor, I should be able to fight."
The wrinkles on Jian Wenhou's face seemed to have penetrated deep into his flesh and blood.
Blood seemed to ooze from every wrinkle in his face.
Listening to Lin Yi's words, he shook his head slightly and said: "It's useless whether I expend any effort or not. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on until that time."
There was a loud bang.
A burly Northern Wei cultivator was hit by his palm, and the entire back of his body exploded. The remaining body flew more than ten feet and fell towards the turbid river water.
However, at this time, there was a burst of uncontrollable cheers from the surroundings.
A blood flower gushed out from Marquis Jian Wen's shoulder.
Before this Northern Wei Dynasty practitioner died, he stabbed Marquis Jian Wen with his sword.
This sword wound was not deep, but it gave all the besieging Northern Wei practitioners great confidence and surprise.
This shows that this sub-sage has reached his limit.
Lin Yi took a deep breath and stood up.
At this time, even though the wounds in his body were filled with coolness, he felt that his body was still very fragile and it was impossible to exert force violently. However, he felt that he had to stand up and fight.
The cheers suddenly stopped.
The world became silent.
He just stood up like this, causing the besieging Northern Wei cultivators to pause inexplicably.
laugh!
A flying sword flew down from the sky behind and hit him directly on the back.
At this moment, a ray of sword light appeared and struck the flying sword accurately. The powerful force of the crushing force completely extinguished the flame of the flying sword.
Jin Dong appeared on the city wall and sat down slumped.