Although the old man was injured, he was actually the strongest of the three Southern Dynasty swordsmen on this battlefield, otherwise he would not have kept putting pressure on the old man, so that the old man had to distract and consume True Yuan to deal with him.

So at this moment, he also knew that more power should be left to this old man.

His left hand came out, first with a fist, then with a palm.

His fist traveled rapidly through the air, but the moment it met with Lin Yi's punch at this time, it changed into a palm.

A pop sounded between his palm and Lin Yi's fist.

Then with this force, his whole body flew backwards lightly.

At that moment, there was a cracking sound in the air.

There was only a sound, but three sword blades struck like lightning and fell on his body.

The sword in his hand slapped out, and three substantial sword lights formed in the air, slashing at the three sword pieces with unmistakable precision.

The distance of space gave him enough time to react, and without any accidents, the three sword pieces were shocked out in an instant, swirling in the chaotic air current, and let out a whimpering sound.

However, he expected a little.

His palm did not cause any serious damage to Lin Yi, Lin Yi's body only fell back slightly, and he had already jumped up.

Lin Yi's fist did not have any brilliance, nor did it shine with any of the unique glow of True Yuan, but the fist wind it brought up was constantly exploding.

Because it was not expected, there was not enough time left for him.

His left palm slapped out again, and the true yuan in his body quickly flowed between his palms and fingers.

Lin Yi's fist slammed into his palm.

Simple, but violent.

There was a muffled bang.

There were countless shocked looks in Zhang Nianping's eyes.

Not only in Lin Yi's strength at this time, but also in the palm of his hand that touched Lin Yi's fist, Zhenyuan seemed to be inexplicably missing.

This time he really understood why.

What devoured his true yuan was not the bracelet made of strange meteorite in Lin Yi's hand, but Lin Yi's body itself.

"Click......"

There was a clear cracking sound in his palms.

He knew his metacarpal bones were shattered.

Lin Yi still has strength to spare at this time.

At this time, there was a strong feeling of hunger in his body, as if he had been hungry for several meals, but the qi and blood in his body had been completely calmed, and the flames in his body had been completely extinguished by the other party's powerful True Yuan.

He also sensed that the other party had reached a very dangerous moment.

If he continued to attack, this powerful cultivator of the Northern Wei Dynasty should be severely injured by himself.

However, he stopped.

He withdrew and stepped back.

Zhang Nianping's brows furrowed slightly, because of the sharp pain in his hands.

He glanced at Lin Yi's clean eyebrows and eyes, knowing what the other party was thinking at this time.

Without hesitation, he swept out.

Instead of grazing at the old man, he swept straight out of the battlefield.

Lin Yi stopped, and he watched the Northern Wei cultivator leave.

In Jiankang City, almost everyone was describing how Ru Mao drank blood and how brutal the Northern Barbarians were, but the more he came to this kind of battlefield, the more he knew that it was just a lie.

There was no difference between these Northern Wei and Southern Dynasties.

He didn't know if Zhang Nianping would leave Meishan directly after leaving here, but even if the other party was his enemy, he still hoped that the other party could live well at this time.

Yuan Yan's gaze at this time still fell on his slightly trembling back.

She had just felt the amazing strength of this young cultivator of the Southern Dynasty, and at this time she had also felt his weakness.

The old man's gaze not far away also fell on Lin Yi's body.

The old man's eyes were full of emotion, and at the same time there was indescribable appreciation.

The sharp cracking sound in the air suddenly disappeared a little.

The five entangled flying swords suddenly disappeared into thin air.

In the next moment, the Northern Wei cultivators and sergeants led by the two Northern Wei sword masters began to retreat.

The attendants beside the two Northern Wei swordsmen raised their heads and glanced at Lin Yi deeply, then picked up the knife box and still followed the two Northern Wei swordsmen inseparably.

The attendant's eyes were also a little strange.

He also didn't expect that it would be such a young cultivator who suddenly arrived to change the situation on this battlefield.

Lin Yi himself did not stop at all.

For him, both the mace and the deerskin bag with the marching rations were important.

He rushed back as soon as he could, his sword, mace, and deerskin bag all put away, and while the deerskin bag was back on his back, he grabbed a handful of marching rations from the deerskin bag behind him and almost swallowed it.

The battle continued, and these Southern Dynasty soldiers and cultivators were still trying to stay and kill as many Northern Wei people as possible, but the attendants around the three flying sword masters all stopped.

Each of them was already soaked, and everyone was tired.

In the battle of Fang Cai, the most tense and always on the line of life and death are them.

They looked at Lin Yi who was swallowing dry food with difficulty, the expression in his eyes was very complicated, and many people even had some faint awe in their hearts.

Everyone could be sure that this young cultivator was not an existence in the Chengtian Realm, but it was such a young man who stood up and wanted to stop or kill that terrifying Northern Wei cultivator.

Thinking back to all the previous pictures, the respect in the eyes of these people is even stronger.

It is not easy to judge the key points of the battle formation here on such a battlefield, not to mention that even if they are replaced, they may not have the courage to rush over.

For anyone who has been on the battlefield for a long time, loyalty and courage are far more worthy of respect than strength.

The attendants beside the old man were completely relaxed.

Many of them even collapsed to the ground without regard to their appearance, gasping for breath.

The old man closed his eyes slightly.

For a cultivator like him, physical injury and pain are far less than mental wear and tear and extreme exhaustion.

The battle between flying swords requires a high degree of concentration at every snap of the fingers, and the spirit is always tense like a bowstring drawn to the extreme, this kind of exhaustion is not a personal experience, and it is difficult for others to experience.

When he opened his eyes again, the wrinkles on his face had stretched a lot.

He looked at Lin Yi again, and then whispered to a servant beside him, "Go and invite that young man over." ”

A cultivator like him naturally had a certain status in the entire Southern Dynasty, and his status was much higher than Lin Yi at this time, but he deliberately used the word invitation, so the attendant beside him also immediately heard his respect for the young cultivator.

This gravel ground was originally the place where the fighting was fiercest, but most of them were cultivators, and when they evacuated, they also walked the fastest, but they became quiet for the first time.

The attendant beside the old man quickly left the old man's side and arrived in front of Lin Yi.

The attendant bowed to Lin Yi, and then said the old man's request.

Lin Yi took a few mouthfuls of marching rations into his stomach, and his heart was a little settled, originally he was going to continue to eat again, but thinking that such a swordsman wanted to see him, it was not good for him to still swallow food after all, so he nodded, wiped the corners of his mouth, and followed the servant to the old man.