Torrential rain fell from the sky, splashing countless water splashes on the river.
If he was praying for rain back then, the power of God would be nothing more than this. But now he is not praying for rain, but fighting for his life. Instead, he is a powerful practitioner who devotes his true energy and life to this storm.
Countless sharp breaths were walking among the water splashes, and ravines were formed on the river surface where the water splashed.
The vitality in these ravines exploded in the next moment, impacting each other and turning into countless huge waves.
The river surface was filled with heavy rain and water vapor. Even Lin Yi, who was standing by the water, could not see the specific situation on the river clearly, but he heard the sound of countless boats and rafts overturning and crashing.
Countless Northern Wei generals on Jiangxin Island and on the north bank closed their eyes in pain.
Their sight could not penetrate such a heavy rain, but they knew very well that even those who were proficient in water skills would be afraid of surviving in such a chaotic stormy world after falling into the water.
Yu Wangnian's head completely drooped.
The moment his chin came into contact with his chest, all the terrifying energy fluctuations in his body disappeared instantly.
His skinny hands lost their vitality and strength, and the iron plate that was originally placed flatly in his hands overturned and rolled forward.
He left this world.
This is the second powerful practitioner in Jiange to pass away.
The heavy rain suddenly stopped.
However, there is still a basin of crystal water in this iron plate.
As the iron plate overturned, all the crystal water poured forward.
A splash of water was thrown into the air.
The crystal water disappeared in the air in the blink of an eye, but turned into a violent and uncontrollable energy that could not be described in words, and fell on the river in front.
Those Golden Crow Riders arrayed by the water were extremely shocked.
The loss of control was due to the death of this old man.
But what they couldn't imagine was that the water in this iron plate was like the broadest meridian in the old man's body.
Before he died, he had already placed the most powerful part of his body's vitality in this sky-bearing plate.
There was a loud bang.
Like countless thunders ringing in the water on the north wall of Zhongli.
A large wave with a height of several feet surged up, scattering the water vapor on the river. It was like an extremely huge palm, twisting all the densely packed boats and rafts on the river together, and then slammed towards Jiangxinzhou on the opposite side.
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Countless half-sinking and half-floating boats and soldiers from the Northern Wei Dynasty were like extremely fragile fish and shrimps in the waves, being washed up on the mudflats of Jiangxinzhou one after another.
Countless screams, vomiting and shouting could be heard.
Almost all the generals of the Northern Wei Dynasty in Jiangxinzhou and the north bank were extremely pale, and their bodies were trembling as if in the middle of winter.
Even some experienced veterans who have experienced many cruel battles feel that the tidal flat of Jiangxinzhou has become the most terrifying place in the world.
From the beginning of the heavy rain to the end of the shocking waves, it only took a dozen breaths.
However, countless boats and rafts turned into broken pieces and piled up on the shoal like rolling hills.
Those extremely brave soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty, who were still alive and kicking a dozen breaths ago, are now like dead fish and shrimps, mixed in such debris.
Many of them did not drown to death, but suffered fatal injuries during the impact. Many of their bodies were pierced by broken bamboo wood.
The turbid river water quickly faded on the river beach, and from the small hills formed by the accumulation of debris, countless scarlet blood streams, as well as countless broken internal organs and flesh and blood, flowed.
Along with the sound, there were many uncontrollable howls.
At least half of the tens of thousands of Northern Wei soldiers who crossed the river at the same time died directly in the storm, and of the remaining half, at least one-third were too injured to stand up.
No one thought that the water flow that could usually only be formed by softness and weakness could cause such horrific damage at a certain moment.
And all this stems from the dead old man on the wall.
On the broad chariot, Yang Dian's eyelashes trembled slightly, his expression became extremely solemn, and his breathing became slightly heavier.
"The centipede is dead but not stiff."
The first thing that came to his mind at this time was this sentence.
Shen Yue and He Xiuxian are both dead, and the other saint among the Three Saints of Nantian, according to the exact information, seems to have disappeared and is probably no longer alive.
In the past few decades, all practitioners in the Northern Wei Dynasty have always called those three people the Three Sages of the South according to the southerners.
Even though there were some powerful practitioners in the Northern Wei Dynasty, they never forcefully brought some people out and gave them similar names like Northern Saints to oppose those three people. This was enough to give those three people respect and respect. Admit that the power of those three people is unmatched.
After the Northern Wei Dynasty was imprisoned in the wasteland of Nantianyuan, even though Shen Yue seemed to be the only one left among the Three Saints of Nantian, and Shen Yue was already very old, they did not dare to make any big move in the past ten years. Weapons.
Until the spiritual famine comes, until Shen Yue and He Xiuxian die.
The Northern Wei Dynasty was cautious enough from top to bottom, but at this time Yang Dian never imagined that even the broken sword pavilion left by He Xiuxian was so terrifying, beyond his imagination.
He had never experienced any battle formation before. His own army did not rush in front of the opponent, but thousands of people were killed and injured, and the opponent only paid the price of one practitioner.
The key is that the pontoon bridge was interrupted at this time, and a large number of rafts crossing the river were turned into debris. Even if the army in his hand wanted to smash it, how could it hit Zhongli City across the river?
Prior to this, Zhongshan Wang Yuanying and others had made a series of perfect arrangements and successfully achieved them.
Their army arrived here via a route that even the Southern Dynasty military had never noticed. Before that, more than ten thousand Northern Wei troops on both sides of the Taiwan Strait combined to put pressure on the three thousand defenders of Zhongli City. A pontoon bridge that could pass through for hundreds of thousands of troops.
But who would have thought that Xi Ruyu died here, and who would have thought that his army would face such a dilemma after arriving.
He pondered for several breaths.
This is extremely rare for his usual fighting style.
Then he stretched out his hand, not as a new battle order, but to ask the high-ranking generals in his army to gather around him.
More than a dozen generals and military advisers gathered around the chariot.
However, there was silence, as no one seemed willing to speak first.
It wasn't until his eyes fell on one of them that the man took a deep breath and said in a cold voice, "We don't have enough time. If we use normal methods to build the pontoon...it's not an accident, it will take at least two days." ."
When everyone heard the word accident, their faces turned ugly.
Here, the word accident is equal to the word Lin Yi.
"Only sacrifice."
The man continued with some difficulty and said slowly, "The other side used the method of sacrificing the lives of powerful practitioners to block the advancement of our army. We can only sacrifice the lives of some powerful practitioners to build a pontoon bridge, or use their sacrifices to build a floating bridge."