Things that are too powerful are always intimidating, and this has nothing to do with whether they are truly brave.
The power of this small sword is that it has completely exceeded the limit that these practitioners under the spiritual will can understand. It is just like the shining stars in the dark night are out of reach, and it is impossible to understand why it can be so quiet.
Staying quietly in the night sky, always bright.
All the practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty on the pontoon, on the city walls, and even on the water were extremely pale, and their bodies were trembling involuntarily.
Jian Wenhou is a real nightmare for practitioners like them.
However, seeing that this nightmare is about to end, another nightmare has arrived.
The clear sound of horse hooves could be heard on the wide stone path facing the north wall.
It was only then that everyone on the north wall realized that one rider was much faster than the other thirty or so riders.
The horse is naturally a good horse, much better than ordinary war horses. When the practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty on the north wall saw the trace of the horse from a distance, they felt that the lines on the horse's body were like cast iron. However, the most important thing
The reason lies in the rider on the horse.
It was an old man dressed as a Taoist priest from the Southern Dynasty, and there was some faint radiance of true energy shining on his body.
Some very thin real energy is slowly flowing out, but only this very small amount of real energy flows, but it seems to attract a strange breeze from the surrounding world.
It was as if storms and clouds were constantly forming around him and the war horse. The war horse was like the legendary flying horse that was riding on the clouds with an extremely nimble figure.
Without comparison, these practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty might not be able to determine the true cultivation level of this old man. However, they had felt the aura of Marquis Jian Wen many times before, so they could clearly judge at this time that this was an Ya.
St.
One sub-sage may not be enough to kill them all, but with this sub-sage protecting Lin Yi, it is impossible for them to defeat Lin Yi, let alone kill anyone around Lin Yi.
Thinking of this level, the hearts of these practitioners are filled with deep despair.
Lin Yi is more familiar with the aura of the original Taoist than these people.
He was a little moved.
He knew that Taoist Yuan and the people from Jiange came here, just like Tang Nianda, they did not hesitate to pay any price.
Jiange did not like this new Southern Dynasty.
All of them followed He Xiuxian. For unknown reasons, He Xiuxian had been stubbornly opposed to Xiao Yan becoming the emperor of the Southern Dynasty.
So they belonged to the old dynasty, and after the new dynasty came, they were abandoned by this dynasty.
Naturally, they had no sense of belonging to the Southern Dynasty, and they fought to the death at all costs, just because he was the master of the sword pavilion and because he was here to fight these Northern Wei people.
Apart from this reason, these Jiange people have no reason.
A bag of Dajura rations was all put into the stomach, which can only be said to be the bottom of the meal.
But heat began to spread in his chest and abdomen, and with this touch, his blood boiled even more.
"Who dares to come!"
He shouted wildly, holding the center of the river-suppressing tower with both hands, and smashed it down toward the pontoon in front of him like a mad tiger.
There was a loud bang.
It was like being suppressed by a real iron tower. Countless thick logs broke and flew out, leaving a big hole at this end of the pontoon.
Lin Yi lifted the weight as lightly as he kept sweeping the river tower with both hands. The iron cables attached to the wall were broken one after another, and the deep piles used to fix the pontoon bridge on both sides were broken one after another, and sections of it floated up.
There were constant exclamations on Jiangxin Island and the pontoon. However, Lin Yi had cast countless shadows on the hearts of all the Northern Wei people before that. If this shadow was real, these Northern Wei people would not be able to stand up long ago.
There was a flood of exclamations, but who dared to go towards Lin Yi?
After all, no one dared to challenge.
Tang Nian on the north wall seemed to be sleeping but not asleep. He seemed to be able to fall asleep at any time and never wake up.
At this moment, he suddenly felt an unusually familiar breath and suddenly opened his eyes.
He saw the original Taoist coming to his side.
A stream of true energy, like a sweet clear spring, poured into his body and rushed towards his internal organs, instantly boosting his energy.
Taoist Yuan saw Lin Yi under the city wall, who was dejected by 100,000 Northern Wei troops. He looked at Lin Yi, who was impressed by all the Northern Wei practitioners. He patted Tang Nianda next to him on the shoulder with emotion, "How is this pavilion master?
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Tang Nianda didn't understand at all.
Even if Lin Yi at this time made no one dare to challenge the 100,000 Northern Wei army, he was still ignorant.
He just felt like he was very majestic.
And the most important thing is that this pavilion master asked him to leave the sword pavilion.
He thought about coming out every day in the sword pavilion, and wanted to run wildly every day, but he was almost suffocated and stinky inside, but he still couldn't leave the pavilion.
Now that the pavilion master asked him to come out, his running tonight seemed particularly comfortable and majestic.
At this time, listening to the question from the original Taoist, he was stunned and said uncertainly: "Okay... very majestic."
Listening to Tang Nianda's answer, Marquis Jianwen couldn't help but laugh loudly again.
This is more than just majesty.
If tonight's battle is recorded in the annals of history hundreds of years later, I am afraid that historians in later generations will seek verification in every possible way and not believe that this is what really happened.
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Rockets soared into the sky and horses' hooves thundered.
The light of the flaming arrows illuminated the sky above the north wall, and more than thirty of Jiange's successors rushed to the north wall.
The north wall was bright and bright, but the Northern Wei army on Jiangxinzhou and the north bank was completely silent.
No one can give military orders on behalf of Xi Ruyu, but even those low-ranking generals who are only responsible for one or two catapults already know in their hearts that it is impossible for them to capture the city before morning comes.
Even if Xi Ruyu went into battle together with all the remaining spiritual mind practitioners in the army, he would not be able to change this result.
Now looking at the dilapidated pontoon bridge, which had been destroyed by Lin Yi and could no longer be used by the army, all of them were concerned about the fate of the 20,000 Northern Wei troops in the city.
The 20,000 troops were cut off from their retreat and blocked in the city.
When such thoughts appeared in the minds of many Northern Wei generals, they suddenly felt extremely ridiculous and humiliating.
How many people are on this north wall?
How many people from the Southern Dynasties are there in Zhongli City?
However, for these people, whether it is the feeling given to them or the current fact, it is not that they were cut off and surrounded by 20,000 Northern Wei troops, but that the 20,000 troops were cut off by these people, like turtles in a urn.
Xi Ruyu raised his head very slowly.
He looked towards the southern sky.
As an important general in the Northern Wei Dynasty, he had looked at the southern sky in various places countless times.
But never once did I feel helpless.
He slowly stretched out his hand and whispered two military orders.