Thurstorm fell from the sky, and countless splashes of water splashed on the river.

If it were the rain prayers back then, the power of heaven would be nothing like this. But now it is not praying for rain, but fighting for life. It is a powerful practitioner who will devote his true essence and life to this storm.

Countless sharp breaths walk among the water, splashing the water, forming gullies on the river surface.

The vital energy in these gullies burst out in the next moment, impacting each other, turning into countless huge waves.

The river surface was already filled with heavy rain and water vapor. Even Lin Yi, who was standing by the water, could not see the specific situation on the river surface clearly, but he heard the sound of countless boats and rafts cumbling and impacting.

Countless Northern Wei generals closed their eyes in pain on Jiangxinzhou and on the north shore.

Their vision could not pass through such heavy rains, but they knew very well that even those who were proficient in water would probably survive in such a chaotic storm world after falling into the water.

Yu Wangnian's head completely hung down.

The moment his chin contacted his chest, all the terrifying fluctuations of his body disappeared instantly.

His thin hands lost their vitality and strength, and the iron plate that was originally placed in his hands fell over and rolled forward.

He left this world.

This is the second powerful practitioner in the Sword Pavilion who passed away.

The heavy rain suddenly stopped.

However, there is a pot of crystal water in this iron plate.

As the iron plate overturned, all the crystal water was poured forward.

A splash of water poured into the air.

The crystal water flow disappeared in the air in just a blink of an eye, but it turned into a violent and out-of-control energy that could not be described in words, falling on the river in front of it.

The Golden Crow Cavalry who were arraying by the water were extremely shocked.

The loss of control was because of the death of the old man.

But what they could not imagine was that the water in this iron plate was like the widest meridian in the old man's body.

Before he died, he had already supported the most powerful part of his body's vitality in this Chengtian Pan.

There was a loud bang.

Like countless thunders ringing in the water on the north wall of Zhongli.

A wave of several feet high surged, slapped the water vapor on the river surface, like an extremely huge palm, twisting all the dense boats and rafts on the river surface together, and then slapped hard at Jiangxinzhou opposite.

Countless half-sinking and half-floating boats and Northern Wei soldiers were like extremely fragile fish and shrimps in the waves, and were washed one after another on the mudflats of Jiangxinzhou.

Countless screams, vomiting and shouting sounded.

On Jiangxinzhou and the north bank, almost all the Northern Wei generals looked extremely pale and their bodies kept trembling as if they were in the middle of winter.

Even some experienced veterans who have experienced many cruel battle formations think that Jiangxinzhou's mudflat has become the most terrifying place in the world.

From the rainstorm to the end of this shocking wave, it only took more than a dozen breaths.

However, countless boats and rafts turned into fragments and piled up on the shallows, like rolling hills.

Those extremely brave Northern Wei soldiers who were still alive before breathing more than a dozen times were now mixed in such fragments like dead fish and shrimps.

Many of them did not drown, but suffered fatal trauma during the impact, and many of them were pierced by broken bamboo and wood.

The turbid river water quickly faded on the beach. From the small hills made of these debris, countless scarlet blood flowed out, as well as countless broken internal organs and flesh.

Along with the sound of the sound, there were many uncontrollable howlings.

At least half of the tens of thousands of Northern Wei soldiers who crossed the river at the same time died directly in the storm, and at least one-third of the remaining half were seriously injured and unable to stand up.

No one expected that the current of water that can only be formed with softness and weakness would cause such terrifying damage at some point.

And all this only comes from the dead old man on the wall.

On the wide chariot, Yang Dian's eyelashes trembled slightly, his expression became extremely solemn, and his breathing became slightly heavier.

"The centipede insect dies without being stiff."

This sentence came to his mind at this moment.

Chen Yue and He Xiuxing have both died, and the other saint among the three saints of the South Heaven seems to have disappeared according to the exact information, and may no longer be in the human world.

All practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty have always called the three people the Three Saints of the Southern Heaven in the past decades according to the Southern people.

Even though there were some powerful practitioners in the Northern Wei Dynasty, they never forced out some people, and they also used a similar name for the Northern Saint to oppose the three people. This is enough to respect the three people and enough to recognize that the three people are incomparable to their power.

After He Chuangxing was imprisoned in the wasteland of the Nantian Courtyard, even though there seemed to be only one of Chen Yue left among the Three Saints of Nantian, and Chen Yue was already very old, they did not dare to use big weapons in the past ten years.

Until the spiritual waste comes, until Chen Yue and He Xiuxing die.

The Northern Wei Dynasty was already cautious enough from top to bottom, but Yang Dian didn't expect that even the broken sword pavilion left by He Xiuxing was so terrifying, beyond his imagination.

He had never experienced any battle formation before. Before his army rushed to the other side, thousands of casualties were killed or injured, and the other side only paid the price of a cultivator.

The key is that the floating bridge was interrupted at this time, and the large number of boats and rafts crossing the river were turned into fragments. Even if the army he held was to smash, how could he smash into Zhongli City across this river?

Before this, Zhongshan Wang Yuanying and his team had made a series of perfect deployments and successfully achieved them.

Their army took a route that the Southern Dynasties had not noticed at all and arrived here. Before that, the Northern Wei army on both sides of the Taiwan Straits had jointly put pressure on the three thousand defenders in Zhongli City and had built a floating bridge that allowed 100,000 troops to pass through.

But who would have thought that Xi Ruyu died here, who would have thought that after his army arrived, he would have faced such a dilemma.

He pondered for several breaths.

This is extremely rare for his usual style of commanding battles.

Then he stretched out his hand, not as a new order for the battle, but as a gathering of the high-level generals in his army.

More than a dozen generals and military advisors gathered around this chariot.

However, there was silence, and no one seemed to be willing to speak first.

It was not until his eyes fell on one of them that the man took a deep breath and said in a cold voice: "We don't have enough time. If we use normal means to build a floating bridge... it is not surprising, it will take at least two days."

Everyone's face turned a little ugly when they heard the word "accident".

Here, the word "accident" is equivalent to the word "Lin Yi".

"Only sacrifice."
Chapter completed!