Mr. Chen Da killed four swords in a row. This flying sword of the Northern Wei Divine Thought Realm practitioner was originally paralleled with the four chopped flying swords, and it could even be faster.

However, this flying sword deliberately slowed down.

It and its owner were just deliberately waiting for that glimmer of opportunity.

In the eyes of this sword master from the Northern Wei Lexiang Mansion, Mr. Chen could not intercept his sword, because a person's desperate efforts could stimulate some potential and could pour out more true energy regardless of physical damage, but no one could change the distance between time and real existence.

He thought Mr. Chen had no time to swing his heavy sword to stop him.

However, he miscalculated.

Mr. Chen Da's heavy sword was retracted at a strange speed and landed on his flying sword like an iron bridge.

An accent sounded in the early morning air, followed by a painful groan.

This Northern Wei Dynasty practitioner pursed his lips tightly, but the blood gushed out of his throat sprayed out of his nostrils.

He raised his head and looked at Mr. Chen Da on the city wall in disbelief. He could not understand how Mr. Chen Da's body could compete with his old self.

Then he saw the result.

Mr. Chen Da’s right arm holding the sword shook bloody mist.

His right arm drooped softly.

Many broken flesh and blood flew out of his right arm.

His right arm was broken.

Not only was the bones shattered, but his meridians were torn to pieces by his own true energy before the bones shattered.

These are just external injuries, and the hidden injuries inside should be even worse.

However, at this moment, his left hand held the heavy sword.

The Northern Wei Divine Thought Realm practitioner shouted in even more pain, and he understood Mr. Chen's intention and determination.

Where he wanted to go, the shaking flying sword was about to be forced to be retracted, but he still miscalculated.

Mr. Chen swung his left sword and still hit his flying sword.

With the previous sword, Mr. Chen's right hand seemed to shrink suddenly.

But now, Mr. Chen’s left sword seemed to have suddenly grown by one foot.

In the eyes of any practitioner, the bone shrinkage technique and the arm-opening fist are superficial means for warriors. However, this Northern Wei practitioner never expected that such superficial means would determine the moment of time at this time.

The heavy sword fell on his flying sword.

His tightly pursed lips finally couldn't pursed. With a puff, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, carrying some broken true energy that he could not control, and rushed to the city wall in front of him.

Many tiny potholes were struck by these blood on the hard city wall.

Mr. Chen shook.

He let go of the heavy sword in his hand, sat dejectedly on the dirty ground that he refused to touch before him, and then kept coughing up blood.

Several soldiers from the Southern Dynasty subconsciously wanted to go up and help him, but they were stopped by the stern shout of Wang Chaozong.

These Southern Dynasties soldiers didn't know why the Emperor Zhaozong stopped them.

But the next moment, with Mr. Chen's cough, all of them saw ripples visible to the naked eye around his body, and the blood of mud and water solidified in the cracks on the rocks on the city wall was shaken into powder.

Under the city wall, five sword masters from the Lexiang Mansion of the Northern Wei Dynasty were constantly taking the medicine and regulating their breathing with all their strength, including the practitioner in the Divine Thought Realm.

This practitioner from the divine thought realm of the Le Xiang Mansion smiled helplessly. He didn't even have much murderous intention at this time.

First, his own injuries are also very serious, and second, he is sure that even if Mr. Chen survives, he will definitely be a useless person in the future.

In this battle, Mr. Chen paid a higher price.

But the five of them were also severely damaged by one person's strength, and the most fundamental thing was the initial sword that smashed into their five swords like a nail.

"You should be the worshiper of the Qi family, you are stronger than we thought."

This practitioner from the divine mind realm of the Lexiang Mansion coughed gently, and his body began to stop trembling. He looked at the wall respectfully, and after saying those two words, he still couldn't help but sigh: "There are too many capable people and strange people in the Southern Dynasties."

Mr. Chen's breathing became a little difficult. Every time he breathed, he would involve the wounds in his body. However, he still said to the Northern Wei practitioners under the wall: "If Chen Yue and He Xiuxing were still alive, you might not even have the courage to go south to say this."

Most people don’t understand what Mr. Chen said, but some practitioners present understand.

If Chen Yue and He Xiuxing were alive, the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty would not dare to go south at all.

Of course there were many capable people and strangers in the Southern Dynasty. Of course, existences like the Three Saints of the Southern Heaven were not comparable to those practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Therefore, the feelings of this Northern Wei divine mind practitioner at this time were originally nonsense.

This Northern Wei Divine Thought Realm practitioner could not refute it, and he was not angry, but said, "What sir is saying."

But his next appearance gradually calmed down, his face became more resolute, and he said slowly: "It's just that the two warlike saints in the Three Saints of the South Heaven are dead, and the other saint didn't take action at all, and it's even doubtful whether it really exists. So nothing can stop our Northern Wei from winning this war."

Of course, all the Southern Dynasties present did not think so.

However, it seems that they cannot change their fate before these people.

Because the aura of this Northern Wei practitioner in the divine mind realm gradually became even, and although he was seriously injured, he was still able to take action.

All the people of the Southern Dynasty present were very unwilling to accept it, including Qi Zhuji. However, even Qi Zhuji could not change the result of the battle here.

On Jiangxinzhou, the Northern Wei general wearing a round hat slowly raised his hand, and he would issue an order to attack the whole army again.

However, at this moment, a harsh roar in the sky on the south side followed by a bulge of light.

The ball of light was a flame, which would appear very much in the night sky, but at this time, it would not appear bright.

The Northern Wei general's hand froze.

...

Two carriages came from some abandoned field in Zhongli City.

The two young men driving on the front of the carriage looked very tired.

Because they were sure they were from the Southern Dynasty, when the two carriages approached, several Northern Wei arrow masters who were ambushing among the grass shot a coldly shot an arrow.

Then they all died.

The young men in the carriage led to let their arrows shoot on them, and then just threw several stones at them.

Their arrows broke and fell on the young man, and their heads exploded like ripe watermelons.

Lin Yi did not go to see the dead Northern Wei Arrow Masters. He glanced at the close Northern Wei Joint Camp, and then looked at Zhongli City, which was solemn in the morning light. He was sure that Zhongli City was still firmly controlled by his own people, and he felt unspeakable joy and warmth in his heart.

At this time, he didn't know that Qi Zhuji was guarding the north wall.
Chapter completed!