"Life and death are of the same heart. ”

Lin Yi likes this feeling very much.

He feels that in his life, he must do some unusual things and take some unusual paths, otherwise he will not even have a memorable moment when he is old.

Fresh clothes and angry horses, drinking the strongest wine, fighting swords and rivers and lakes, acting chivalrous and righteous... These are all things that young people dream of going through.

Just to do these things, preferably all need to have friends.

However, fox friends and dog friends are easy to get, but friends who can live and die together are rare.

Now that the spiritual famine has arrived, this kind of battlefield between the two dynasties is naturally much more cruel and unpoetic than the ignorant fantasy of youth, but fortunately, the more cruel and real it is, the more clearly you can see people's hearts.

Some people have known each other for many years, but they still feel very far away, but these Tie Cejun have only been together for a while, but they already feel very close.

The young cultivators of the Northern Wei Dynasty in the mountains and forests above were like black petals slowly falling in the mountains and forests.

He came from a small town in the central part of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

For the south, for those who only see the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River in the book, he also has many beautiful fantasies of teenagers.

He also fantasized about wearing exquisite embroidered clothes, holding an umbrella, wandering in the drizzle when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, passing through the alleys that have existed for a hundred years, stepping on the polished bluestone road, walking across the arched bridge like a full moon, and meeting a dignified embroidered woman at the next alley.

It's just that when the battle begins, such a scene will no longer appear in his mind.

Real killings can quickly make people mature, cold, and even cold.

The black armor on his body is a symbol of honor in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Only the best young cultivators would have the privilege of having such black armor, becoming a follower of that big man's side, and becoming a member of the strongest hunting army in this mountain forest.

His body is very gentle, and the muscles and muscles of his body are almost perfectly controlled, and he lands on some branches thinner than his arm, and he is very delicate and unloads, and hardly makes any sound.

Even Tie Cejun had a hard time discovering his existence.

However, now there is Lin Yi in this iron army.

"Someone. ”

Lin Yi still heard the rhythmic sound of footsteps, and then he heard the suppressed sound of slow breathing.

Hearing Lin Yi's extremely low warning voice, these Tiece Army sergeants reacted immediately.

They only adjusted their respective positions slightly for a moment, facing the direction that Lin Yi was heading, and their fingers were on their weapons.

It just didn't make any sound, and not even the rhythm of the breathing didn't change much.

"Practitioner, one person. ”

Lin Yi didn't know these Tie Ce Army's military command gestures, so he still whispered something in Xue Jiu's ear.

The cultivator who came didn't seem to notice their presence, and the figure was still moving fast.

Because his perception was very clear, it was only after a dozen breaths that he could easily see the black shadow.

"Northern Barbarian!"

Xue Jiu squinted his eyes, he also saw it clearly, and quickly reached out and clenched his fist.

In the Tiece Army, this means encountering the enemy.

It is not necessary to fight, and it is not necessary to try to kill the enemy, especially for the Tie Ce army with other military orders, it is best not to rush into attack when it is not clear whether the other side has backup or not.

However, providence did not give them much time to think and choose.

At this moment, the Northern Wei cultivator seemed to sense something, and his figure suddenly stopped, turning to look at the place where they were.

"Kill!"

The experience of facing cultivators on the battlefield made Xue Jiu, an old soldier, know that this kind of pause and turn was not accidental, and the cultivator's perception was something they couldn't be sure of, but it was real, and without any hesitation, his already clenched fist rose up and then fell.

More than a dozen Tie Ce troops suddenly moved.

They were like puppets manipulated by a string, raising their right arm almost at the same time, and at the same time their left hand had already opened the trap of the crossbow on their right arm.

It was only at this moment, accompanied by a terrible hissing sound, that more than a dozen crossbow arrows had fallen accurately towards this black-armored cultivator of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

When this young cultivator from the Northern Wei Dynasty sensed what was about to happen, a look of surprise flashed in the depths of his pupils.

He had never encountered such an ambush at all, but he did not perceive the presence of a cultivator, so after this moment of shock, there was no nervousness or fear in his eyes.

In the face of these crossbow arrows that were like lightning in front of him, and it was too late to dodge, he just made a very simple action that was too late.

His arms were raised, shielding his face from the black armor.

Duh!

The bolts slammed into his armor, making a dense, scalp-tingling, dull thud.

Only a few of these crossbow arrows actually pierced the slight weakness of the black armor on his body, but they only penetrated the flesh for only half an inch before they were embedded in the armor, and he could not enter again.

Following the thrust of these crossbow arrows, the young cultivator of the Northern Wei Dynasty fell back as calmly as a falling rock.

Before he could land, Zheng let out a soft roar, and there was already an extra sword in his hand.

The sword is also black.

The hilt of the sword was also covered with black flowers.

Xue Jiu's faces were extremely cold, and they stared at the black figure that fell from the forest above.

The sound of these crossbow arrows alone made them sure that the armor on the opponent's body was very good, and these crossbow arrows did not give the opponent any real fatal damage at all.

A cold light flashed through the forest.

All of these Iron Sergeants drew their swords at the same time.

Most of the sergeants of the Tiece Army carried knives, a long knife was a foot longer than the usual long knife, and a short knife had a peculiar curved edge.

The long knife is used to keep a distance from the practitioner as much as possible, while the short knife is used to cause a certain lock effect on the opponent's blade when the opponent's blade pierces one's body, giving the companion around him more time.

In addition to these blades, the Tie Ce Army naturally had some special weapons that were specially designed to deal with cultivators.

For example, this kind of arm crossbow, such as stone-throwing ropes, such as metal throwing nets.

"Lord Lin?"

However, when these Tiece Army sergeants took out these blades and prepared to fight desperately, they suddenly found that Lin Yi was gone.

The huge deerskin bag on Lin Yi's body had already fallen to the ground.

However, Lin Yi, who was carrying this deerskin bag, had disappeared from their sight!

No one paid attention to Lin Yi's movements before taking a few breaths.

Including this young practitioner of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

At the moment when he fell backwards, Lin Yi bent his knees slightly and squatted down.

The moment the deerskin bag on his back hit the ground, he was already like an agile cheetah, carrying his sword and sweeping towards the shadows of the forest on one side.

He didn't rush towards the young cultivator of the Northern Wei Dynasty and fall to the ground, but squatted down in the darkest part of the forest, holding his breath.

Because he knew that it was impossible for this Northern Wei cultivator to leave just now.

Even if he didn't have much experience in battle formations, he knew very well that a cultivator wearing well-armored armor would never let go of the opportunity to kill such an enemy squad under the condition that ordinary soldiers were difficult to hurt.

Sharp footsteps rang out in his ears.

The young cultivators of the Northern Wei Dynasty landed on the ground and began to run rapidly.

His body armor touched the branches and leaves of the forest, and even made a cracking sound.

Lin Yi counted the sound of his feet landing, like listening to the drumbeat of the drum very carefully.

When a certain drum beat came, his hand tightened the hilt with a slight force.

In the sound of branches and leaves breaking, the figure of the young cultivator of the Northern Wei Dynasty with countless flying fallen leaves erupted from the forest like a fountain, rushing towards the nearest Tiece Army sergeant.

At this moment, Lin Yi, who had been preparing for a long time, moved.

He bounced, his steps thunderous, faster than this young cultivator of the Northern Wei Dynasty!