Mr. Chen slashed four swords in a row, and this flying sword of the Northern Wei Divine Mind Realm cultivator was originally juxtaposed with the four flying swords that had been cut down, and it could even be faster.

However, this flying sword was deliberately slowed down.

It and its owner just deliberately waited for that moment.

In the eyes of this Divine Mind Realm sword master of the Northern Wei Dynasty Le Xiang Mansion, it is absolutely impossible for Mr. Chen Da to intercept his own sword, because a person's desperate efforts can stimulate some potential, and more true yuan can be poured out regardless of the damage of the body, but no one can change the distance between time and real existence.

He thought that Mr. Chen Da had no time to swing his heavy sword to stop his sword.

However, he miscalculated.

Mr. Chen's heavy sword was retracted at a strange speed, and it landed on his flying sword like an iron bridge.

An accent sounded in the early morning air, followed by a muffled grunt of pain.

This Northern Wei Dynasty Divine Mind Realm cultivator pursed his lips, but the blood gushing out of his throat spurted out of his nostrils.

He raised his head and looked at Mr. Chen Da on the city wall in disbelief, unable to understand how Mr. Chen's old body could compete with his young self.

Then he saw the results.

Mr. Chen's sword-wielding right arm shook with a mist of blood.

His right arm hung limply.

Many pieces of broken flesh flew out of his right arm.

His right arm was broken.

Not only had his bones shattered, but his meridians had been torn apart by his own True Yuan before the bones shattered.

These are just external injuries, and the hidden wounds inside him should be more serious.

However, at this moment, he held the heavy sword in his left hand.

This Northern Wei Divine Realm cultivator cried out even more painfully in his heart, and he understood Mr. Chen's intentions and determination.

Where his mind went, the shocking flying sword was about to be forcibly withdrawn, but he still miscalculated.

Mr. Chen's left-handed sword swung down, but it still slashed his flying sword.

With the previous sword, Mr. Chen's right hand seemed to shrink by a foot.

And now, the sword in Mr. Chen's left hand seems to have grown a foot suddenly.

In the eyes of any cultivator, the Bone Shrinking Technique and the Tongjian Fist are all superficial means that belong to the martial artist, but this Northern Wei Dynasty cultivator never thought that it was such a superficial method that decided the moment at such a time.

The heavy sword fell on his flying sword.

His pursed lips finally couldn't be stopped, and with a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, carrying some broken true elements that he couldn't control, all the way to the city wall in front of him.

The hard walls were struck by the blood and many tiny potholes.

Mr. Chen shook his head.

He let go of the heavy sword in his hand, sat down on the dirty ground that he had refused to touch before, and coughed up blood.

Several Southern Dynasty sergeants subconsciously wanted to go up to help him, but they were stopped by Wang Chaozong's shouting.

These Southern Dynasty soldiers didn't know why Wang Chaozong drank them.

But in the next moment, as Mr. Chen Da coughed, all of them saw ripples visible to the naked eye around his body, and the blood mixed with muddy water and coagulated blood in the stone cracks on the city wall was shaken into powder.

The five swordsmen of the Northern Wei Le Xiangfu under the city wall were constantly taking the medicine and doing their best to breathe, including the Divine Mind Realm cultivator among them.

This Le Xiang Mansion's Divine Mind Realm cultivator smiled helplessly, he didn't even have much killing intent at this time.

The first is that his own injuries are also very serious, and the second is that he can be sure that even if Mr. Chen Da can survive, he will definitely be a waste person in the future.

In this battle, Mr. Chen Da paid a higher price.

It's just that the five of them were also severely injured with the power of one person, and the most fundamental thing was the original sword that smashed into their five swords like a nail.

"You should be the Qi family's worshipper, you are stronger than we thought. ”

This Divine Mind Realm cultivator of the Le Xiang Mansion coughed lightly, his body began to stop trembling, he looked at the wall respectfully, and after saying those two words, he still couldn't help but sigh: "There are too many capable people in the Southern Dynasty. ”

Mr. Chen's breathing was a little difficult, and every time he breathed, he would involve the injuries in his body, but he still said to these Northern Wei cultivators under the wall: "If Shen Yue and He Xiu are still alive, I am afraid you don't even have the courage to go south to say this." ”

The vast majority of people didn't understand the meaning of Mr. Chen's words, but some of the cultivators present did.

If Shen Yue and He Xiu were alive, the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty would not dare to go south at all.

Of course, there are many capable people in the Southern Dynasty, and the existence of the Three Sages of the Southern Heavens is certainly not something that those cultivators in the Northern Wei Dynasty can compare with.

Therefore, this exclamation of this Northern Wei Dynasty cultivator at this time was originally nonsense.

This Northern Wei Divine Mind Realm cultivator couldn't refute it, and he didn't get angry, but said, "What Mr. said is true. ”

But his next expression gradually calmed down, his face became more resolute, and he said slowly: "It's just that the two warlike Sages in the Three Saints of the Southern Heaven have died, and the other Sage didn't make a move in the first place, and even whether it really exists is doubtful. Therefore, there should be nothing that can stop our Northern Wei Dynasty from winning this war. ”

Of course, all the Southern Koreans present did not think so.

However, it seems that it cannot change the fate of them before these people.

Because the aura of this Northern Wei Dynasty Divine Mind Realm cultivator gradually evened out, although he was seriously injured, he was still able to make a move.

All the Southern Dynasty people present were unwilling, including Qi Zhuji, but even Qi Zhuji could not change the outcome of the battle here.

On Jiang Xinzhou, the Northern Wei general wearing a round hat slowly raised his hand, and he would issue an order to attack the whole army again.

However, at this moment, there was a piercing whistle in the southern sky, and then a bright light exploded.

The light is a flame, and it will be very visible in the night sky, but at this time, it will not be bright.

The Northern Wei general's hand froze.

......

Somewhere in a deserted field on the other side of Zhongli City, two carriages came.

The two young men driving at the front of the carriage looked very tired.

Because it was determined that it was from the Southern Dynasty, when the two carriages approached, several Northern Wei archers who were ambushed in the grass were very ruthless and each shot an arrow.

And then they all died.

The young men in the carriage at the head let their arrows come at them, and then only threw a few stones at them.

Their arrows snapped and fell on the young man's body, and their heads exploded like ripe watermelons.

Lin Yi didn't look at the dead Northern Wei archers, he glanced at the Northern Wei Dynasty joint venture that was very close, and then looked at Zhongli Cheng who was slaughtered in the morning light, he was sure that Zhongli City was still firmly controlled by his own people, and he felt indescribable joy and warmth in his heart.

At this time, he didn't know that Qi Zhuji was guarding the north wall.

Qi Zhuji didn't know that the batch of ordnance he was waiting for and Xue Jiu's Tiece army had not yet arrived, but the Lin Yi he missed had arrived at this time.