Blood rushed up Lin Yi's feet and trouser legs, and flowed down like a waterfall.

The faces of the more than ten Northern Wei soldiers who were close to Lin Yi were very pale, they looked at Lin Yi's young face, they didn't know who this young Southern Dynasty cultivator was, but all the consciousness in their bodies was reminding them to flee quickly.

It's just that some people know better than them that this battle is Xiao Donghuang's war, and if there is fear of the enemy on the battlefield, I am afraid that the end will be even more terrible than dying here.

With a loud shout, a Northern Wei general had already rushed over and stabbed Lin Yi in the abdomen with a knife.

Among the sword techniques, he was naturally the fastest slash, but this person's blade was traveling in the air, but it still brought a sharp whistling, which was enough to prove how perfect his knife power was.

Lin Yi looked at the knife that stabbed him in the abdomen expressionlessly, and the long knife he held in his hand slashed it very simply.

The long knife in the hand of this Northern Wei general was cut off like dry firewood, and then with a click, he subconsciously raised the other arm in front of him and was also cut off by the knife light.

The Northern Wei general screamed, his feet slammed to the ground, and the blood from his broken arm spurted wildly, and his whole body flew backwards, only then did he dodge a knife that Lin Yi cut into his chest.

Lin Yi did not pursue.

After all, it was the elite army of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and even the strongest Northern Wei cultivator at the head of the wall was killed by him instantly, but many of these Northern Wei soldiers on the wall still calmed down and launched a counterattack.

Buzz.

Somewhere on the city wall, a heavy crossbow fired an arrow, and heavy armor-piercing arrows burst through the air, and at the same time, a dozen black slings swirled down.

In the hands of hunters and herdsmen, the rope was first used to bind some larger beasts, but in the military, the special rope was often used for cultivators, and the net was used for the same purpose as the Southern Dynasty.

These things were very useful to ordinary cultivators, but to Lin Yi at this time, they were completely useless.

He didn't dodge at all, and directly lifted the Northern Wei cultivator who was pressing diagonally on the ballista in front of him, blocking him like a shield.

The heavy armor-piercing arrow burst through the air, and when it collided with the armor behind the Northern Wei cultivator, it let out a crisp and palpitating sound.

The armor-piercing arrow pierced the back armor of this Northern Wei cultivator, causing some blood mist to shake out from the armor of the dead Northern Wei cultivator, Lin Yi's body shook slightly, but the knife in his hand slashed out without pause.

The throwing ropes that spun and flew were disconnected one after another, one cut in two.

There are also several Northern Wei cultivators in the realm of the palace on this city wall, some of them are generals in the army, and some are cultivators seconded from some cultivation places in the Northern Wei Dynasty for this battle, seeing such a picture, these Northern Wei cultivators have a strong sense of fear and powerlessness in their bodies.

The other party, a young Southern Dynasty cultivator, was as powerful as a savage beast, but he also had a treasure knife in his hand that sharpened iron like clay, and they couldn't think of any way to deal with such a cultivator.

They hesitated.

But Lin Yi's shot was not slow in the slightest.

He pushed forward the body of the Northern Wei cultivator he was using as a shield.

It seemed to be just a very casual push, but the two Northern Wei sergeants who were rushing towards him who were hit by the body of this Northern Wei cultivator were like being hit by a galloping carriage, and they screamed miserably without any defense, and were knocked out, and the bones on their bodies sounded a clear sound of shattering.

Lin Yi saw the location of an archer in front of him, and then threw out the short spear that was still dripping with warm blood in his hand.

The Northern Wei archer saw Lin Yi's gaze fall, and he subconsciously wanted to crawl down, but for some reason, he only felt that Lin Yi's movements were very clear in his eyes, but he was like a freezer, and he couldn't keep up with the speed of the falling short spear.

There was a soft pop.

The Northern Wei archer fell backwards like a felled tree, and his shocked and dazed pupils saw the sky above.

The short spear that came out of his back pierced deep into the wall behind him with a wave of blood, splashing a cloud of stone dust.

.......

The walls trembled.

There were several heavily armored soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty who were not afraid of death and rushed towards Lin Yi.

These sergeants wearing ordinary heavy armor knew that they could not be Lin Yi's opponents, but they still wanted to rely on their weight and body to restrain Lin Yi for a moment.

Lin Yi frowned slightly.

He misses the heavy mace that was inconvenient on the way.

But he is not a pedantic man after all.

So his eyes fell on the damaged ballista in front of him.

An exclamation rang out.

The heavy ballista was lifted up by him with one arm and smashed into the heavily armored sergeants who rushed at him.

Heart-pounding crashes and shattering sounds rang out constantly.

The heavy ballista continued to fall apart in Lin Yi's hands, and in the end, only a piece of broken wood remained in Lin Yi's hands.

But the several heavily armored sergeants fell to the ground in the debris, and the only heavily armored sergeant who tried to stand up was hit by the broken piece of wood thrown by Lin Yi again, and there was no movement in the midst of a muffled earthquake.

......

A frightened low-ranking general of the Northern Wei Dynasty appeared in front of the black short spear that was inserted diagonally on the city wall with a pale face, he didn't dare to fight Lin Yi, all he wanted to do at this time was to pull out this short spear with amazing piercing power, and then throw it away far away, so as not to fall into the hands of the young cultivator of the Southern Dynasty who was as terrifying as a brute beast.

However, before his trembling hands could touch the black short spear, in the afterglow of his eyes, he found that another young man from the Southern Dynasty had already arrived not far from his side.

This young man from the Southern Dynasty is tolerant.

Since Lin Yi didn't let him make a move easily, he really didn't make a move before, when all eyes were attracted by Lin Yi, he was very low-key on this section of the city wall, but before deciding to enter the city from here, Lin Yi said that he would let him collect the blades on his behalf, so he naturally wanted to take back the flying spear thrown by Lin Yi as much as possible.

The low-ranking general of the Northern Wei Dynasty suddenly turned his head, and his hand fell on the hilt of the knife at his side.

Rong Yi took a deep breath, he looked at the eyes of this low-level general of the Northern Wei Dynasty like a beast, and unconsciously revealed a look that he didn't want the other party to do it.

It's not that he's afraid of fighting, it's just that he doesn't like to kill, even when facing enemies.

It's just that to his disappointment, this low-level general of the Northern Wei Dynasty roared and pounced.

Rong Yi took a deep breath, and he raised his head not to look at the general.

With a soft snort, a sword light flew out from behind him and swept past the general's throat.

The Northern Wei general only ran three steps, and with a strange sound in his throat, he couldn't breathe, and he fell forward with his hands on the blood and bubbles gushing out of his throat.

Rong Yi's figure moved, crossed his body, and pulled out the short spear.

The battle here ended too quickly, and there was not even a big movement compared to other places, but many people around could clearly see the sword light that flew in the air like a spirit snake and instantly returned to his back.

Flying swords are always the most feared thing for ordinary sergeants.

Not only does it represent the realm of cultivators, but more importantly, the flying sword harvests life too fast for ordinary soldiers to resist at all.

Ordinary sergeants, especially those under Xiao Donghuang, do not have the same consciousness as those generals.

Looking at the long swords behind Rong Yi and the short spear that had just been drawn, they all stepped back in fear, for fear that the sword light would be interested in them.

Quietly, the battle situation on this part of the city wall has changed.