The long knife that struck Lin Yi's shoulder fell like a dead leaf swept down by the autumn wind.
Lin Yi caught it naturally and threw it towards the remaining wall behind him where many swords had been inserted.
There was a loud cracking sound in front of him.
A swordsman in black clothes stepped on the shoulders of a cavalryman and flew over like a flying swallow. The bright silver sword in his hand turned into dozens of sword lights and continued to absorb the light falling from the sky.
, becoming brighter and brighter.
This man's sword moves are so strange and changeable that it is even difficult for people to figure out which sword is the real sword.
However, Lin Yi didn't even change his standing posture.
He simply waved away with the heart of Zhenhe Tower.
His river-suppressing tower heart is much longer and heavier than this man's sword.
He smashed all the sword shadows, not caring which one was the real sword.
Like a mountain shadow falling on a bright moon.
There was a click.
The sword in the hand of this Northern Wei swordsman shattered into countless bright fragments.
The sword suddenly rises!
This Northern Wei swordsman also had a short sword in his left sleeve.
When the sword light collapsed, his body suddenly shrank, and his whole body fell to the ground like a meat ball. However, the sword light flickered, stabbing Lin Yi's lower abdomen at a terrifying speed.
The light of the knife fell on Lin Yi's lower abdomen, but there was no sound of piercing flesh and blood. Instead, there was a crisp click.
Lin Yi's left fist landed on his wrist.
The same collision of flesh and blood broke the wrist of this Northern Wei swordsman.
A broken wrist was naturally extremely painful, but the swordsman from the Northern Wei Dynasty didn't seem to feel any pain at all. He let out a sharp roar and spurted out a substantial sword light from his mouth, hitting Lin Yi in the face!
At such a close distance, Lin Yi had no time to dodge.
Where the sword light fell, he closed his eyes, and a layer of blush quietly filled his face.
There was a muffled pop, followed by a dull thunderous roar.
The sword light exploded on his face. There was no blood, but a layer of red mist shook out.
Lin Yi's face seemed to be covered with a red mask.
The body of this Northern Wei swordsman was kicked away just like the previous Northern Wei black-armored practitioner.
…
Shocking screams continued to sound on Jiangxin Island and on the north bank.
Along with this sound, the latest battle at the end of the floating bridge continued to reach the ears of the dignitaries and generals.
"Beigong Mo of the Yinshan Sword Sect was kicked to death by Lin Yi!"
"The Tianhe Guang family worshiped Su Bailu and was shot to death by Lin Yi!"
"General Nian Guang was seized with his sword and killed!"
“…”
More and more trembling sounds kept coming.
"Enough!"
A powerful man couldn't help but shouted loudly.
Like everyone in the army, he really wanted to know what was happening there, but such sounds made their hearts increasingly unbearable.
"How much time is left?"
A powerful man who felt that he could not even breathe easily asked in a cold voice.
"About fifty left..."
Someone responded.
The bridge could only support a cup of tea at most, and a cup of tea lasted only a moment. It was already extremely short, and now there were only fifty numbers left...counting from one to fifty, what else could be done in such a time?
?
…
These dignitaries in the formation who had not witnessed the battle were filled with despair and panic, but for the Northern Wei sergeants and practitioners on Jiangxin Continent, they felt more than despair.
Before the bridge was formed, all the Northern Wei people present wanted to take off Lin Yi's armor.
In their imagination or hope, after Lin Yi's armor was removed, he would no longer have the same fighting power as before, especially the generals who followed Xi Ruyu in the first place. They thought so.
In order to prevent the practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty from removing Lin Yi's armor, many people in Jiange died. However, no one expected that after Lin Yi's armor was removed, no one from Jiange took action.
Lin Yi stood there, seemingly no longer needing anyone from the sword pavilion to take action.
Among the practitioners who died in his hands one after another, several were already high-level practitioners in the Chengtian realm. In the previous battle, without the Soaring Snake Heavy Armor on his body, it would have been impossible for Lin Yi to kill such practitioners like this.
who.
Such despair is enough to affect the few powerful people who are struggling with their lives.
Countless exclamations sounded on the bridge.
The bridge deck began to tremble, and ravines began to appear on the bridge deck that was originally as hard as rocks, and moisture seeped out from below.
The time of counting to fifty is only the limit time.
This bridge has actually begun to collapse.
Collapse is always faster than construction.
When moisture seeps out from the soil, in just a few breaths, the hard soil begins to become wet|soft, and many places fall off and sink like melting ice.
The troops that had been swarming forward began to retreat desperately.
On the shore of Jiangxinzhou, all the practitioners and generals of the Northern Wei Dynasty looked at Lin Yi who was still standing there, but with some bloodstains on his face. Their chests seemed to be blocked by countless sand and stones, just like those who were walking from the bridge.
The fallen soil did not return to the river, but fell into their chests.
This is a bridge of tea that was built by consuming the precious essence of a spiritual practitioner and the lives of all the practitioners of a certain family who practice this technique.
However, the meaning of this bridge after it was formed... turned out to be that they sent many practitioners and Zhenyuan Heavy Armor over to let Lin Yi and Jiange kill them?
…
The Northern Wei general in the realm of spiritual consciousness who maintained the bridge with his precious true energy felt the premature collapse of the bridge.
He is more unwilling than anyone else.
Even more unwilling than Yang Dian and his several generals who decided to make such a plan.
But he could not control the death and early collapse of those powerful people.
His remaining strength was unable to support the bridge independently, not even for one more breath.
He raised his head with great reluctance and looked at the young and powerful Southern Dynasty practitioner.
He squeezed all his remaining strength towards Lin Yi.
The river roared.
The hard mud bridge disappeared instantly, and countless soldiers and horses crashed into the water.
A terrifying talisman formed in the turbid waves.
Dozens of mud flows swirled in the water, like dozens of giant pythons reunited, and shot towards Lin Yi in an instant!
The wind roared wildly.
The heavenly treasure clothes on Lin Yi's body made a rustling sound.
The original Taoist frowned slightly.
This was the power from the divine realm, and he had subconsciously wanted to take action.
However, he forcefully suppressed the intuitive reaction of the true energy in his body.
This was just the remaining strength of this spiritual realm practitioner. He vaguely felt that Lin Yi could withstand such power.
The most important thing is that he understands that if Lin Yi blocks such a force alone, it will bring a fatal blow to the opponent.