"What kind of exercises is this person cultivating?"

On the north shore, Yang Yan sat on the chariot of Xi Ruyu, and when he looked at such a picture, his eyes lit up with feverish light.

He had seen countless cultivators, but all cultivators would not fight like Lin Yi, let alone waste their precious True Yuan on such stones.

You must always cherish your true element, so you are not presumptuous and arrogant enough.

Just such a picture, he can understand why Lin Yi made the 100,000 Northern Wei army so helpless and gloomy with the power of one person.

No one can answer his question at the moment.

The Southern Dynasties paid far more attention to the sorting of ancient books than the Northern Wei Dynasty, but even the classics and notes about Dajuluo in the Southern Dynasties were very few, and most of them fell into the hands of Lin Yi and Shen Yue respectively.

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The cool water flowed into the cracks of the armor and then became warm.

Lin Yi's knees were slightly bent and he stood firmly.

Rubble fell on his armor with a clatter.

His left hand reached out.

A large stone weighing at least seventy or eighty pounds seemed to fall into his palm without any weight, and it didn't even make his outstretched arm fall in the slightest.

In the next moment, he smashed the boulder out and smashed it towards the Northern Wei sergeant who was spreading from the pontoon bridge in front of him.

Xi Ruyu looked at the boulder with an expressionless face, he quickened his pace, and when the boulder fell, he was already far ahead of the place where the boulder fell.

Didn't hit anyone.

The three thousand sergeants who followed him were all powerful warriors except for a few cultivators.

Even if the driftwood shook violently, these people still walked on the ground.

A loud shout rang out on the pontoon.

A Northern Wei general flew up, his speed far outpacing anyone, including Xi Ruyu, who was walking in front.

He held a long knife in his hand and swept through the sky like a flying eagle pounced on a rabbit, and slashed at Lin Yi with a knife.

The blade made a sharp sound of breaking through the air in the air, and countless red runes suddenly lit up on the originally silver-white blade.

The true element in his body gushed out without reservation, forming a terrifying sword gang more than a zhang long along the blade.

This is a loyal general who has followed Xi Ruyu for many years, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the Chengtian Realm, but he doesn't think that he can kill Lin Yi, and he doesn't ignore Xi Ruyu's willingness to fight Lin Yi alone.

He just thought that the new Yasheng from the Sword Pavilion would intervene in such a battle, so he would rather use his life to consume some of that Yasheng's true essence.

It's just that he was wrong.

When he fell to Lin Yi, no one intervened.

There was a sound of water, and Lin Yi took a step back, his feet detached from the surface of the water, and returned to the shallows full of rocks.

Looking at this oncoming knife, his knees bent slightly again, accumulating strength, and then holding the heart of Zhenhe Tower with both hands, exerting force.

With a bang, the heart of the Zhenhe Tower in his hand smashed on the substantial sword.

The blade shattered, and the shattered blade slammed into his armor, making a louder sound than the crushing stone.

His feet sank into the ground, but the heart of the Zhenhe Tower in his hand was still moving forward, smashing on the blade in the hand of this Northern Wei general.

A visible shockwave burst between the heart of the Zhenhe Tower and the blade, and two terrifying impacts invaded the arms of each of the two weapons.

The heart of the Zhenhe Tower rose slightly, and the power hedging at this moment seemed to be that Lin Yi's strength was slightly weaker, but he was still able to hold the heart of the Zhenhe Tower strongly, and the tiger's mouth of the Northern Wei general's sword was torn instantly, and his wrists and shoulder blades could not withstand the invasion of this power, and at the same time broke with a click.

Compared with the physical injury, what is more serious is the backlash of the true yuan.

Many meridians in his body were torn apart in an instant, the true yuan in his body was shaken and unable to walk smoothly, and his entire body trembled violently as if it had been electrocuted, unable to control himself.

Lin Yi's feet lifted up.

His feet were sunk in the rubble, and when he lifted it, he brought up a lot of rubble.

His feet kicked forward, and many gravels instantly made a terrible sound and fell towards the chest of the Northern Wei general.

Listening to such a sound of breaking the air, the eyes of this Northern Wei general were full of despair and disbelief.

He watched all of Lin Yi's battles overnight from beginning to end, and he could be sure that Lin Yi's strength was simply not enough to compete with the cultivators at the peak of the Chengtian Realm when he started the battle.

However, he didn't expect that Lin Yi at this time was already so powerful.

Lin Yi didn't lie.

Other cultivators are getting more and more tired and weaker the more they fight, but he is getting stronger and stronger the more he fights.

This Northern Wei general was wearing just ordinary leather armor, and this light leather armor coupled with the uncontrollable true element agitation in his body at this time would definitely not be able to resist the smashing of these gravels.

But at the moment of death, a breath with a divine meaning fell and blocked in front of him.

All this rubble broke up and turned into powder.

Xi Ruyu's figure appeared beside him and saved him.

At the same time, the white-clothed and white-haired cultivator and the old man in the red-green robe flew up at the same time, like a kite blown up by the wind, and landed towards the city wall.

This is Mr. Bai and Mr. Feng, many people in this Northern Wei army know that these two Divine Mind Realm cultivators are worshiped in Xi Ruyu's army, but for the understanding of these two people, most people are only limited to the titles of Mr. Bai and Mr. Feng.

They hadn't seen these two people's shots, and they didn't know what magical powers these two people had, and they didn't even know the origin of these two people, what their teachers were, and what they had done in the past.

The more mysterious it is, the more difficult it is to deal with.

Looking at the two Divine Mind Realm cultivators who flew in, the original Daoist had no intention of making a move.

The gaze of Fei Yiling and many Golden Crow Riders temporarily moved away from Lin Yi's body and landed on Wei Guanxing's body.

Wei Guanxing was a cultivator of the Divine Mind Realm many years ago, and an existence like him cultivated at this time in the border army was either a big worship in the army, or a general who commanded at least tens of thousands of troops.

Wei Guanxing is very famous, but few people have seen him make a move.

Facing the white-clothed and white-haired cultivator who flew in, Wei Guanxing took a step forward, and then unexpectedly, he also flew up.

He flew out of the city wall like lightning towards the white-clothed and white-haired cultivator!

The two flew opposite each other, and the distance was instantly closer.

There was a crackling sound.

His flying sword appeared in his hand, but it didn't fly out, but the sword body shone with dazzling swords.

"Soldier Formation...."The white-clothed and white-haired cultivator's eyes were slightly cold, he looked at the small sword in Wei Guanxing's hand, and just began to speak.

The clear voice, accompanied by a powerful vitality power and telekinesis, fell directly on Wei Guanxing's body.

Dozens of strange forces were like tree roots, instantly falling from the depths of Wei Guanxing's heavenly spirit, and along the bloodline, they were about to pierce into his brain in an instant.

However, at this moment, there was a bang.

The small sword in Wei Guanxing's hand disappeared.

The flesh and blood on the chest of the white-clothed and white-haired cultivator also disappeared.

The white-clothed and white-haired cultivator slammed in the air, and he felt his strength cut off in disbelief, and then lowered his head.

He saw a big hole.

The flesh and blood behind him also turned into a powder mist at this time.

The small sword shot straight out, with a terrifying vortex.

"That's what happened..."

Such a voice sounded in his heart, and then he died in an instant.