Lin Yi picked up his sword.

He threw the iron rod in his hand towards the broken-legged practitioner of the Dongyun Sword Academy.

This iron stick may be considered very heavy for ordinary practitioners, but it is still too light for him. It is completely incomparable to the heart of the river-Shenhe Tower, and it is too short and has little use.

Looking at the iron stick that hit him not far away, the three practitioners from Dongyun Sword Academy remained silent.

The anger in their eyes and hearts gradually faded away.

It was not because of timidity and fear, but because they knew in their hearts that even if their senior brother and Lin Yi had a fair chance of fighting, they would probably be defeated as easily as they did in Lin Yi.

It is normal to be defeated in front of the formation. If they are defeated in close combat, their senior brothers may also die on the spot.

The Dongyun Sword Academy cultivator who was holding Han Qiuyan was still able to take action, but he no longer had to take action, because he could not be Lin Yi's opponent.

"We're defeated."

He took a deep breath, bowed slightly to Lin Yi, and said, "But our defeat does not mean that the Dongyun Sword Academy has been defeated. The people from our Dongyun Sword Academy will definitely look for you again."

"Is this necessary?"

Lin Yi smiled self-deprecatingly. He didn't look at the three practitioners of Dongyun Sword Academy. His eyes passed over their heads and fell to the Northern Wei army far behind them. "This is not a fair showdown between us practitioners from beginning to end. Unless you can let your army retreat, it is interesting to say such things... It's not certain whether I can survive tomorrow, so why are you talking about the future?"

The face of this practitioner from Dongyun Sword Academy was slightly stiff.

He could not refute.

The three practitioners of Dongyun Sword Academy gradually looked a little ashamed. Of course, they could not make the entire army retreat. Even if they were given their senior brothers, they would be insignificant to this Northern Wei army.

Tens of thousands of people came to attack the city, and tens of thousands of main troops would arrive, and the other side had only a few thousand people to defend the city. No matter what means they used to defend the city, the reason was enough. Then their initial anger seemed to have no reason.

The three of them were speechless, including Guo Qiuzi, who had broken legs, bowed seriously and then retreated.

When he left, Guo Qiuzi did not pick up the iron stick on the ground after all.

...

"Dongyun Sword Academy is Dongyun Sword Academy. Victory means victory, defeat means defeat, losing is not inferior to others, nor does it lose etiquette." Among the Northern Wei army, a very luxurious battle was not like a battle, but like a man in a gorgeous uniform who came to travel the scenery of the Southern Dynasty, exclaimed loudly.

He was born fair and didn't look burly, giving people a sense of pamperingness. However, his spirit was soaring and his mind was bold and unrestrained. In his admiration, he clapped his hands, "This Southern Dynasty Lin Yi is also a good man. Who will kill him for me?"

Although Lin Yi's fighting scenes were creepy, even the three defeated practitioners of Dongyun Sword Academy did not think that this could change the fate of Zhongli City. Not to mention the main army that would soon arrive, there are many practitioners who are too strong than them in the tens of thousands of troops. Putting aside the practitioners in the divine mind realm, many people did not think that Lin Yi was invincible.

"I'll go."

As soon as the man in a gorgeous clothes finished speaking, a practitioner in a black shirt walked forward quietly.

The entire army suddenly became quiet.

Most Northern Wei soldiers did not recognize this black shirt practitioner, but they recognized the flowers embroidered on the black shirt of the practitioner.

When the Demon Sect unified many ascetic sects and tribes in the Beimo and brought his disciples to Luoyang, he wore such a black shirt.

There are very few flowers in the northern desert, and it is even less likely to have overlapping flowers.

The blooming flowers in the desert only exist in the imagination of people in the desert, or more appropriately, in their beautiful hopes.

The Demon Sect ended countless years of disputes and held their better hopes.

They dedicated the flowers to the Demon Sect whom they respected extremely, and then this kind of flowers became a symbol of the Demon Sect.

Embroidered with flowers and armor, he has always been the most noble gift, and was given to those practitioners and soldiers who deserve his praise by Lord Demon Sect.

Although this practitioner is unfamiliar to most of the soldiers in the Northern Wei army and does not even know his name, he must be brave and powerful when wearing such clothes and being praised by the Demon Sect.

Countless eyes full of envy and awe blessed this practitioner.

This practitioner looked only twenty-seven or eight years old. His facial features were very pretty and looked like a civil servant. He had no weapons on his hands and he was not walking very fast.

However, with the blessing of these gazes, even the ordinary Southern Dynasties soldiers on the north wall instantly felt the difference between the Northern Wei practitioners who came out of the battle.

"Wanjuan Cave, Lou Lingyun."

No one felt that the figure of this cultivator was special at first, but when he arrived not far from Lin Yi, everyone suddenly realized that he was half a head taller than Lin Yi. I don’t know why he did not give anyone an amazing height before. He bowed to Lin Yi calmly and said, “Come and experience it.”

Lin Yi even had the disciples of the Demon Sect. Of course, he knew the meaning of these flowers. He took a deep breath, his expression gradually became solemn, and then bowed and said, "Please."

A sound of breaking through the air like a silk-breaking sounded between him and Lou Lingyun.

Lou Lingyun's body rushed up like an arrow from a string. Because it was too fast, his black clothes were pulled back by the strong wind like a flag. The corners of his clothes floating on the end of his body were raised, giving people the illusion of gold and iron thin slices.

It is hard to describe his speed in words. He was just a quick step. Before the sound of breaking through the air like a cracked silk sounded, he had already arrived in front of Lin Yi.

He just took a quick step and punched Lin Yi, but before that, a unique true energy power had arrived with the wind and landed on Lin Yi.

More than a dozen true energy rushes into Lin Yi's body quietly, like thin ropes, walking through Lin Yi's meridians, binding his body from the inside.

Lin Yi suddenly raised his head!

His kick also stepped hard on the ground. The blood in his body swept across the meridians like broken rivers, instantly rushing through all the fine ropes.

A powerful force was generated from his body and gathered in his fist.

He was not affected at all, and he punched him out.

There was a loud bang.

Fist and fist meet.

The clothes on both of them made an unpleasant explosion, and a circle of air waves that could be seen in the naked eye exploded on their fists.

Both of them were pushed back by powerful forces and shocked.

The only difference is that Lin Yi's fist is very hard, while Lou Lingyun's fist is very fragile compared to him.

A burst of bones continued to sound on Lou Lingyun's fist.

Lou Lingyun's breathing paused, his face turned pale, his eyebrows were deeply frowning due to the severe pain, but there was not much surprise in his eyes.
Chapter completed!