"People's Lord Lin!People's Lord Lin!..."

Such a sound rolled in Zhongli City with the roar of thunder, and Rong Yi quickly heard it clearly.

His body trembled.

This should be calling Lin Yi, using the word "Palace Master" to call Lin Yi, only the only person in Jiange may be a person.

He couldn't help but want to scream. Lin Yi was at the north wall, but at this moment, he saw a black shadow falling down.

His pupils contracted sharply.

He saw the man wearing the light armor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and he felt the strong fluctuations of vitality on the man's body, and then saw the murderous intent on the face of the Northern Wei practitioner.

Without any hesitation, only a small amount of true energy left in his body turned into vital energy and disappeared between his meridians.

His nine formation swords flew out and fell to the Northern Wei practitioner at the same time.

Pang!

This Northern Wei practitioner smashed a strange iron tool like a sharp hammer in his hand.

With a loud bang, countless cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the ironware, and as the true energy he had poured into exploded, it turned into countless fine iron filings, forming countless black lines towards the night sky above.

As these iron filings flew up, the link between Rong Yi's nine swords was quickly cut off.

The power on his nine swords disappeared sharply and he fell to the ground in depressed state.

"Is this a breaking time?"

Rong Yi looked at the thin lines blankly and thought that this was the rare weapon produced in the Northern Wei Palace workshop.

This Northern Wei practitioner looked at his confused Rong Yi and felt a little pity in his heart.

Rong Yi is about the same age as his son, and the performance of these young Southern Dynasties practitioners is enough to make him admire him.

But war is war. The cruelty of war lies in that on the battlefield, the more respected the enemy, the more threatening it is, the more you have to kill it as quickly as possible.

Especially the other party is a formation master.

A thin, light green flying sword flew out from his sleeves. He was about to kill the young formation master who had exhausted his true energy and could not have much resistance when he breathed the next breath.

However, at this moment, he suddenly turned around.

Stars shone from the night sky and sprinkled on the white moon dew.

A crack sounded.

This light green flying sword that was originally about to fly towards Rong Yi turned into a flowing light that was hard to see in the naked eye, falling towards the girl who appeared quietly.

Dangdangdangdang….

Bright sparks kept surging around Bai Yuelu's body.

Two flying swords instantly intersect dozens of swords next to Bai Yuelu.

The Northern Wei practitioner's eyes widened to the limit in disbelief. For some reason, he only felt that the other party was extremely familiar with his sword moves. No matter how he changed his moves, the other party could always be faster than him.

The battle between the flying swords was the first line, and the chill in his body continued to surge, and his confidence was defeated between one or two breaths.

With a loud shout, his figure quickly swept into the night behind him. His flying sword seemed to follow his shadow, constantly dancing, disappearing at the same time during several breaths.

Looking at Bai Yuelu who was shocked by the Northern Wei powerhouse, Rong Yi was extremely moved, but when he thought of his current situation, he was still very uncomfortable.

"It should be someone from Jiange who came."

His eyes were slightly hot, but it should be a shame to cry at this time. He forced himself to hold it over, said, and then clicked a place not far ahead, "The food Lin Yi wanted was in the carriage over there."

"Follow me."

Bai Yuelu nodded and turned around suddenly.

The separation of life and death she experienced was far more than anyone imagined, so she was far stronger than anyone imagined.

...

No one can stop this heavy armor running towards the north wall.

When the cultivators inside kept repeating the shouts of "Peacher Lin, Master Lin", even the ordinary Southern Dynasties in the city, even all the Northern Wei soldiers knew that this person in the heavy armor was looking for Lin Yi.

"North Wall!"

“Go to the north!”

"Lin Yi is in the North Wall!"

Many voices started to scream in scattered voices, and gradually such voices gathered into huge waves.

This sound was not only heard by Qi Zhuji and others who were already very close to the north wall, but also Lin Yi on the city wall.

Qi Zhuji took a deep breath, and hope appeared in his eyes like a faint fire.

Such shouts made him realize that at least many Southern Dynasties were alive in this city, and as he imagined, as long as Lin Yi did not die and as long as Lin Yi was still fighting, he would give these people the courage to continue fighting and live.

Amid the loud sound, the heavy armor that crossed Zhongli City appeared in Lin Yi's sight.

"Tengshe Heavy Armor!"

Lin Yi looked at the heavy armor rushing towards Chenlang at a terrifying speed. He only saw the general shadow of the heavy armor at a glance, and then he recognized it.

“Here!”

He didn't know who was in the heavy armor at this time, but he almost subconsciously shouted at the heavy armor of Tengser!

"People Lord Lin is here!"

Diesel Salt screamed almost at the same time.

The first four words he had sounded too much more than Lin Yi's voice, but the last two words were already depressed.

The scream came out, and a mouthful of blood mist spurted out from his mouth.

He has done his best.

His true energy has been completely exhausted at this time.

One after another, the Northern Wei practitioners continued to appear in his sight and perception of Jian Wenhou, and these Northern Wei practitioners attacked from all directions.

"Don't be too labor-intensive."

Lin Yi turned his head to look at Jian Wenhou and said softly: "When the heavy armor arrives, I should be able to fight when I put on that heavy armor."

The wrinkles on Jian Wenhou's face seemed to have penetrated into the flesh and blood.

Every wrinkle of his seemed to be oozing blood.

Listening to Lin Yi's words, he shook his head slightly and said, "It's useless to waste your energy or not. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on to that time."

There was a loud bang.

A burly Northern Wei practitioner was slapped by his palm, and his entire back exploded, and his remaining body flew out more than ten feet, falling towards the turbid river water.

However, at this moment, an uncontrollable cheer came from the surroundings.

A blood flower surged from Jian Wenhou's shoulder.

Before his death, this Northern Wei practitioner stabbed Jian Wenhou with a sword.

This sword was not very injured, but it gave all these besieged Northern Wei practitioners great confidence and surprise.

This shows that this sub-saint has reached its limit.

Lin Yi took a deep breath and stood up.

At this time, even though the wounds inside him were filled with coolness, he felt that his body was still very fragile and could not exert force violently. He just felt that he had to stand up and fight.

The cheers stopped suddenly.

The heaven and earth are quiet.

He just stood up like this, and made the besieged Northern Wei practitioners inexplicably stagnate.

laugh!

A flying sword flew down from the sky behind and hit his back.

At this moment, a sword light appeared and accurately slashed on the flying sword. The powerful force like crushing directly made the flame of the flying sword completely extinguish.

Jin Dong, who appeared on the city wall, fell down in depressedly.
Chapter completed!