A shocking scream broke through the night sky.

Jian Wenhou couldn't believe his eyes.

At this moment, a violent roar accompanied by the stimulation of the true energy, even overwhelmed the screams of all the Northern Wei soldiers on Jiangxinzhou. A mountain-like figure passed through Jiangxinzhou at a terrifying speed. The ground under him continued to explode, and the dust waves stirred up several feet high.

Jian Wenhou frowned.

But in this moment, he had made a decision.

Countless winds and sandstorms surged in front of him in an instant.

Countless dusts that were originally floating in the air and even practitioners could not perceive were walking forward at a terrifying speed, from unknown to countless white lines.

Wherever the white line passed, many Northern Wei soldiers on the pontoon bridge who were passed by the white line suddenly stopped.

The white line turned into a blood line behind them.

The old woman in the divine mind realm who stayed on the floating bridge to restrain Jian Wenhou knew that she had reached the last time. She smiled miserably and her whole body exploded from inside to outside.

The floating bridge under her quickly pressed down, and countless woods broke and exposed the water surface. The turbid water surface was strangely sunken down like a bowl.

All her remaining power turned into a burning air mass at this time that exploded.

However, such power still cannot stop Jian Wenhou from a slightest.

A straight mark appeared on the water surface that was sunken like a bowl, like a great sword cutting through it.

Jian Wenhou's figure cut through the middle of this air mass that was still exploding outward.

According to normal inference, Lin Yi should be seriously injured and unable to survive at this time. However, in the moment when he frowned, Jian Wenhou had persuaded himself not to use this common sense to inference.

Lin Yi is not a normal practitioner. He is not dead at this time and may be able to survive.

But even so, even if he convinced himself, he just felt that Lin Yi was in a dying state.

At this time, only Zhong Minggu didn't think so.

His arm was torn off, and his internal organs were extremely severe and his spine was broken, but his perception was still clear.

He felt like a volcano was gushing out from Lin Yi's body.

Lin Yi's feet landed on the ground.

His flesh and blood were twitching, and it was difficult to stand firm, but he finally stood firm.

Zhong Minggu had already landed heavily at this time, only one meter away from him.

It was just a distance of only a foot, and he found it difficult to keep up, but he felt that the other party had not yet died. All his consciousness at this time was to kill the Northern Wei commander on Jiangxinzhou.

He still had strength in his body, so he naturally smashed the broken arm in his hand towards Zhong Minggu, just like he usually threw the flying spear with all his strength.

All those who see such a picture breathing stagnates.

This is undoubtedly a very bloody scene, but the most important thing is that Lin Yi can still stand firm, but his all-out has a breathtaking sense of power.

Zhong Minggu smiled bitterly.

With his cultivation level, in his perception, the broken arm thrown by Lin Yi naturally could not be considered fast, but he was unable to dodge at this time, and he could not even move his body. He wanted to take the risk to kill Lin Yi, but failed.

At this time, he personally experienced the helplessness of the practitioners who had previously been defeated by Lin Yi.

With a puff, he spitted out a mouthful of blood.

His broken arm fell on his chest, and his chest was slightly sunken down, making his head unable to be lifted again.

At the same time, Jian Wenhou's hand fell down.

His hand fell on Lin Yi's collar and flew backwards!

boom!

A heavy sword hit the afterimage of him and Lin Yi.

The violent and indignant force smashed the bow of the ship.

Xi Ruyu hugged Zhong Minggu, who had fallen down with depressed hands, looked at the afterimages brought by Jian Wenhou and Lin Yi in the night, and raised his head and let out a roar that shook the sky.

Several Northern Wei generals could not hold the weapons in their hands and fell to the ground.

It was not because Xi Ruyu was yelling in grief and anger at this time, but because they usually respected Zhong Minggu as a god. For these people, Zhong Minggu was not only the military advisor of this army, but also the teacher who always guided them forward and progress.

When they saw Zhong Minggu, who was already soft and lifeless in Xi Ruyu's hands, their strength seemed to be instantly taken away.

No one is more sad than Xi Ruyu at this time.

People like him have few friends and partners.

Zhong Minggu is not just a partner who has fought side by side with him many times, but more often he looks at a mirror that shows his shortcomings, and is his brothers and feet.

When he felt something was wrong, he did not even consider his safety as the commander of the first army. He rushed over with his true energy, but he still did not change the result.

If Jian Wenhou did not retreat, he would even fight Jian Wenhou with all his might.

Zhong Minggu's body became cold in his hands, and he could not describe his mood at this time in words. His pupils were blood red.

...

Crazy burst of true energy means rapid consumption.

He lost two practitioners in the Divine Thought Realm, and then took Lin Yi back as if nothing had happened. At this time, Jian Wenhou seemed to be relaxed, but more than half of the true energy accumulated in his body had been consumed for many years.

Every minute of his true energy is worth cherishing, but as he flew, his left five fingers popped up several strands of true energy without stopping, and exploring Lin Yi's body.

A surprise light ignited in his eyes again.

Lin Yi's body was like a bottomless abyss. His true energy fell into it and disappeared in an instant.

His perception in this moment was only sure that Lin Yi's internal organs had indeed suffered severe damage. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died at this time.

Lin Yi coughed in pain.

He didn't dare to breathe before, for fear that he would lose his breath and could no longer exert force. At this time, every breath he breathed was accompanied by a violent cough, and he kept coughing up blood clots.

He couldn't make himself look extremely strong, his body arched and trembled constantly.

The "inner alchemy" in his dantian seemed to have completely cracked, and the cracks continued to disintegrate, turning into countless hot hot streams, constantly eroding into his flesh and blood.

All the wounds in his body, including those of his internal organs, seemed to be burned by magma.

Extreme pain.

But he is still alive.

The sound of his coughing kept spreading in the wind, just like the sound of broken shells in many iron shops using old leather blowers.

At this time, he felt that he was not strong enough and not enough to give this Northern Wei army greater oppression.

But he was wrong.

That's not what those Northern Wei people think.

On the Jiangxinzhou and on the north bank, countless Northern Wei soldiers stood cold and their minds were blank.

For them, it was like a nightmare.
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