Things that are too powerful are always scary, and it has nothing to do with whether they are truly brave or not.

The power of this small sword lies in the fact that it has completely exceeded the limits that practitioners under these divine thoughts can understand. It is like the shining stars in the dark night are out of reach, and it is even more impossible to understand why it can stay quietly in the night sky, and will always be bright forever.

All the Northern Wei practitioners on the floating bridge, city wall, and even on the water surface were extremely pale, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Marquis Jian Wen is a real nightmare for practitioners like them.

However, as such a nightmare is about to end, another nightmare has arrived.

A clear sound of horse hooves sounded on the wide stone path facing the north wall.

Until this time, everyone on the north wall realized that the speed of the 1st rider was much faster than the other thirty riders.

Horses are naturally good horses, much better than ordinary war horses. When the Northern Wei practitioners on the north wall saw the traces of the horse from afar, they felt that the lines on the horse were cast like iron. However, the most critical reason was that the rider on the horse's back.

It was an old man dressed as a Taoist priest in the Southern Dynasty. There was a faint glow of true essence shining on his body.

Some very thin true energy is flowing out slowly, but this small amount of true energy flowing seems to bring a strange breeze from the surrounding world.

It was like a storm and clouds were constantly arising around him and the war horse. This war horse was like a pegasus with an extremely light figure in the legendary clouds.

If there was no comparison, these Northern Wei practitioners would probably not be able to determine the old man's true cultivation, but they had already felt the aura of Jian Wenhou many times before, so they clearly judged that this was a sub-saint.

A sub-saint might not be enough to kill all of them, but this sub-saint protects Lin Yi, but they cannot defeat Lin Yi, and they cannot kill anyone around Lin Yi.

Thinking of this level, these practitioners were filled with deep despair.

Lin Yi is more familiar with the aura of Yuan Taoist than these people.

He was a little moved.

He knew that Yuan Taoist and these people from Jiange came, just like Tang Nianda, they were all at all costs.

Jiange did not like this new Southern Dynasty.

All of them followed He Xiuxing. For some reason, He Xiuxing has always stubbornly opposed Xiao Yan becoming the emperor of the Southern Dynasty.

So they belong to the old dynasty, and after the arrival of the new dynasty, they were abandoned by this dynasty.

They naturally had no sense of belonging to the Southern Dynasty. They fought to the death at all costs, just because he was the lord of the Jiange and because he fought these Northern Wei people here.

Apart from this reason, these Jiange people have no reason.

A bag of big rations is all over the stomach, and it can only be said to be at the bottom.

But the heat began to spread between the chest and abdomen, and with this touch, his passion became even more boiling.

"Who dares to come!"

He shouted loudly, holding the heart of Zhenhe Tower in both hands, and smashed down towards the floating bridge in front of him like a mad tiger.

There was a loud bang.

It was like being caught by a real iron tower, countless thick woods broke and flew out, and a big hole appeared at this end of the pontoon bridge.

Lin Yi held the heavy lifting lightly, holding the Zhenhe Tower in both hands and swept across the heart. The iron chains implicated on the walls were broken, and the deep piles used to fix the floating bridges on both sides were broken, floating up one after another.

Suddenly screams were heard on Jiangxinzhou and on the floating bridge, but Lin Yi had already cast many shadows in his hearts in all the Northern Wei people. If this shadow was the essence, these Northern Wei people would have been unable to stand up long ago. At this time, the screams were like a tide, but who dared to go towards Lin Yi?

After all, no one dares to face the challenge.

Tang Nian on the north wall seemed to sleep but not sleep. He seemed to be able to fall asleep at any time and never wake up.

At this moment, he suddenly felt an extremely familiar aura and suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw Yuan Taoist coming to his side.

A stream of true energy like a sweet and clear spring poured into his body, rushing towards his internal organs, which immediately boosted his spirit.

Taoist Yuan saw Lin Yi, who was depressed by the 100,000 Northern Wei army under the city wall at this time. Looking at Lin Yi, who impressed all the Northern Wei practitioners, he patted Tang Nianda's shoulder with emotion, "How about this Pavilion Master?"

Tang Nianda didn't understand at all.

Even if Lin Yi made no one dare to fight the 100,000 Northern Wei army at this time, he was still ignorant.

He just felt very majestic.

And the most important thing is that the Pavilion Master asked him to leave the Jian Pavilion.

He thought about coming out every day in the Jiange, and running wildly every day, but he was almost suffocated and almost stinking, but he still couldn't get out of the house.

Now the Pavilion Master asked him to come out, and his running tonight seemed particularly comfortable and majestic.

At this moment, listening to the question from Taoist Yuan, he said blankly and uncertainly: "It's so... very majestic."

Listening to Tang Nianda's answer, Jian Wenhou couldn't help laughing loudly again.

This is more than just a mighty one.

If it were hundreds of years of marquis, the battle tonight was recorded in history, I am afraid that later historians would make every effort to prove it without believing that this was a real thing.

...

Rockets volleyed in the air and horses were hooves.

The light of the flame arrow illuminated the sky of the north wall, and more than 30 subsequent riders from Jiange rushed to the north wall.

The north wall was bright and bright, but the Northern Wei army on Jiangxinzhou and the north bank were silent.

No one could give military orders on behalf of Xi Ruyu, but even those low-level generals who were only responsible for one or two catapults knew in their hearts that they could no longer conquer the city before the morning came.

Even if Xi Ruyu himself fought with all the remaining divine mind realm practitioners in the army, he could not change such a result.

Now looking at the pontoon bridge that was ruined and could not be allowed to pass through by Lin Yi, all of them were concerned about the fate of the 20,000 Northern Wei troops in the city.

The 20,000 troops were cut off from their backs and blocked the city.

When such thoughts appeared in the minds of many Northern Wei generals, they suddenly felt extremely absurd and humiliating in their hearts.

How many people are there on this north wall?

How many people in the Southern Dynasty in Zhongli City are there?

However, these people, whether they give them the feeling or the facts now, were not that they were cut off and surrounded by 20,000 Northern Wei troops, but that 20,000 troops were cut off by these people, like turtles in a jar.

Xi Ruyu raised his head very slowly.

He looked into the south sky.

As an important general of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he has looked at the south sky in various places countless times.

However, there was no time when there was helplessness at this moment.

He slowly stretched out his hand and yelled out two military orders.
Chapter completed!