An earth-shattering cry pierced the night sky.

Jian Wenhou couldn't believe his eyes.

At this moment, a violent roar accompanied by the agitation of Zhenyuan, even overwhelmed the screams of all the Northern Wei soldiers on Jiangxinzhou, and a burly figure as a mountain passed through Jiangxinzhou at a terrifying speed, and the ground under him continued to explode, and the dust waves that stirred up rushed up several zhang high.

Jian Wenhou's brows furrowed.

It's just that in an instant, he has made a decision.

Countless winds and sand surged in front of him in an instant.

Countless motes that were originally floating in the air and could not even be perceived by cultivators walked forward at a terrifying speed, turning from unknown to countless white lines.

At the place where the white line passed, many Northern Wei sergeants on the pontoon bridge who were crossed by the white line suddenly stopped.

The white line turned into a blood line behind them.

The old woman of the Divine Mind Realm who had stayed on the pontoon bridge to contain Jian Wenhou knew that she had reached the last hour, and she laughed dismally, and her whole body exploded from the inside out.

The pontoon bridge beneath her quickly pressed down, and countless pieces of wood were shattered to reveal the water, and the murky water surface was strangely sunken down like a bowl.

All her remaining strength turned into a jade burning air mass and exploded at this moment.

However, this kind of power still couldn't stop Jian Wen Hou in the slightest.

A straight mark appeared on the surface of the water that was sunken like a bowl, like a great sword cutting through it.

Jian Wenhou's figure cut through the middle of the air mass that was still exploding outward.

According to normal inference, Lin Yi should be seriously injured at this time and unable to live, but at the moment when Fang Cai frowned, Jian Wenhou had already persuaded himself not to use this common sense to infer it.

Lin Yi is not a normal cultivator, and if he is not dead at this time, it is possible that he can live.

But even so, even if he convinced himself, he just felt that Lin Yi was in a dying state.

At this time, only Zhong Minggu didn't think so.

His arm had been torn off, and his internal organs were so severe that his spine had been broken, but his perception was still clear.

He felt as if a volcano was erupting from Lin Yi's body.

Lin Yi's feet hit the ground.

His flesh and blood were twitching, and it was difficult for him to stand firm, but he finally stood firm.

Zhong Minggu had also landed heavily at this time, and he was only a foot away from him.

It's just this distance, he finds it difficult to keep up, but he feels that the other party is not dead, and all his consciousness at this time is to kill this Northern Wei commander on Jiangxinzhou.

He still had strength in his body, so it was natural for him to smash the broken arm in his hand towards Zhong Minggu, just like he usually threw a flying spear with all his might.

All those who saw such a picture were breathless.

This is undoubtedly a very bloody picture, but the most important thing is that Lin Yi can still stand firm, but it is his throw and a breathtaking sense of power.

Zhong Minggu smiled bitterly.

With his cultivation, in his perception, Lin Yi's broken arm naturally couldn't be considered fast, but he was powerless to dodge at this time, and he couldn't even move his body, he wanted to kill Lin Yi in danger, but he failed.

At this time, he personally experienced the helplessness of those cultivators who had previously fallen in the hands of Lin Yi.

With a pop, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

His severed arm landed on his chest, which sank down slightly, making it impossible for his head to lift again.

At the same time, Jian Wenhou's hand fell.

His hand landed on Lin Yi's collar, and then flew out upside down!

Rumble!

A heavy sword smashed into the afterimage of him and Lin Yi.

The furious and angry force smashed the bow of the ship to pieces.

Xi Ruyu's hands hugged Zhong Minggu, who was falling backwards, he looked at the remnants of the Dao that Jian Wenhou and Lin Yi brought up in the night, and raised his head and let out a roar that shook the sky.

Several Northern Wei generals could not hold the weapons in their hands and fell to the ground.

It's not because of Xi Ruyu's angry roar at this time, but because they usually respect Zhong Minggu like a god, for these people, Zhong Minggu is not only the military advisor of this army, but also the teacher who always guides them forward and progresses.

They saw Zhong Minggu, who was already limp and lifeless in Xi Ruyu's hands, and the strength in their bodies seemed to be drained in an instant.

No one was more sad than Xi Ruyu at this time.

Characters like him, friends and partners are few in the first place.

Zhong Minggu is not only a partner who has fought side by side with him many times, but more often a mirror that reflects his shortcomings, his siblings.

When he felt that something was wrong, he didn't even think about his safety as the commander of the first army, and frantically poured Zhenyuan over, but it still didn't change the result.

If Jian Wenhou didn't retreat, he would even fight with Jian Wenhou with all his might.

Zhong Minggu's body turned cold in his hands, and he couldn't describe his mood at this time in words, and his pupils were blood-red.

......

The crazy burst of true essence means rapid consumption.

Defeating two Divine Mind Realm cultivators in a row, and then bringing Lin Yi back as if he were nothing, Sword Wenhou at this time seemed to be easy, but the true yuan accumulated in his body for many years had already consumed more than half.

Every bit of his true yuan was worth cherishing, but at this time of flying, the five fingers of his left hand popped out a few wisps of true yuan without stopping, and probed towards Lin Yi's body.

His eyes lit up with surprise again.

Lin Yi's body was like a bottomless abyss, and when his true yuan fell into it, it all melted away in an instant.

His perception at this moment was only to confirm that Lin Yi's internal organs had indeed suffered serious damage, and if he were an ordinary person, he should have died at this time.

Lin Yi coughed painfully.

Before, he didn't dare to breathe, but he was afraid that he would be deflated by breathing, and he could no longer exert himself. At this time, every breath he took was accompanied by a violent cough, constantly coughing up blood clots.

He couldn't make himself look so strong, his body arched and trembled.

The "Inner Dan" in his dantian seemed to have been completely cracked, and those cracks continued to disintegrate, constantly turning into countless hot streams, constantly washing into his flesh and blood.

All the wounds in his body, including those in his internal organs, seemed to be burned by the magma.

It's incredibly painful.

But he's alive.

The sound of his coughing kept spreading in all directions in the wind, like the old leather blowing wind in many blacksmith shops with the sound of breaking shells.

At this time, he felt that he was not strong enough, not enough to give this Northern Wei army a greater sense of oppression.

And yet he was wrong.

Those Northern Wei people didn't think so.

On Jiangxinzhou, on the north bank, countless Northern Wei soldiers stood cold, their brains blank.

For them, it was like a nightmare.

And Lin Yi is the demon who will never die in the nightmare.