The sword qi had just risen, and several Northern Wei cultivators already felt a slight chill in their necks.

They shouted loudly, and the blades in their hands burst out with Dao energy, and they wrenched towards the sword light that came out of the firelight.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden chill on the back of their heads.

A gray shadow of the sword escaped their perception and sliced through the back of their heads.

Several waterfalls of blood erupted from the back of their heads, and their bodies fell prostrate forward.

Ryoshi let go of the third sword.

The third sword killing is the sub-mother sword, the mother sword is used to deceive the perception of the other party, and the real sub-sword is like the shadow of the other party, which does not attract attention at all.

He gripped the fourth sword.

This fourth sword is called Broken Intestines.

Poof.

As he slashed out the fourth sword, a cloud of blood poured out of his body.

An extremely fast flying sword pierced his body, wrenched in his body, and flew away.

However, his countenance remained serene, and there was not even the slightest hint of panic or pain in the depths of his eyes.

Because many years ago, the most terrible wound on his body was not his eyes, but the depths of his internal organs.

He knew very well that as long as he was reckless in the flow of true yuan, he would not only break his meridians quickly, but also his liver and intestines.

He himself called this fourth sword a broken intestine because he knew that when he cast this sword, his meridians would be broken, and his liver and intestines would be broken.

Compared with this kind of mortal injury, this flying sword of the Northern Wei Dynasty only opened a blood hole in his body, and it would not make him die instantly, so he didn't care at all.

"Ahh

The Northern Wei cultivators who rushed up at the first time with armor-piercing blades in their hands, including the dozens of heavily armored cavalrymen who rushed the fastest behind them, let out an earth-shattering scream at the same time.

Their eyes were all blind in an instant.

Liang Sheng's fourth sword didn't directly kill anyone, but the furious sword qi shot out countless sparks.

These sparks turned into straight runes and landed in the eyes of these cultivators and these heavily armored cavalrymen, instantly burning their eyeballs into countless holes.

Countless broken voices rang out in Liang Sheng's body.

He knew he was going to die.

But he still held the fifth sword.

He wants to mark himself and this battle perfectly.

The true element that could be summoned in his body frantically poured into his hand, and then poured out frantically along the sword body.

His fifth sword is called Jade Shatter.

The moment Zhen Yuan burst out in the runes of this sword, his sword shattered.

Countless sword fragments, with a terrible sound of breaking through the air, with all his last strength, turned into countless faintly transparent white lines in the air, and fell into the rushing heavy armored cavalry formation.

One of the horses that rushed to the front suddenly cracked.

The rider on it cracked open, too.

This was followed by the second and third riders in the rear.

The horses and the riders on the saddles were clad in thick leather armor that could not be penetrated by even arrows, and many of the key parts were covered with black iron sheets, but between these white threads were like fragile pieces of paper and tofu that had been cut by the threads.

Puff puff puff......

Countless clumps of minced flesh and broken internal organs fell to the ground at the same time, rolling on the ground and gushing out hot air.

It was only when the minced flesh and broken entrails fell to the ground that the heavily armored cavalry behind could react, and they almost instinctively pulled the reins with all their might, and countless painful neighing sounds rang out at the same time.

These horses stiffly stopped, standing up like people.

Many horses collided with the riders on their bodies, and many cavalrymen flew out uncontrollably.

This heavily armored cavalry army is the elite of the White Bone Army, they are real outlaws, but seeing the dozens of colleagues in front of them suddenly turn into pieces, their faces still become extremely pale, their bodies are shaking uncontrollably, and a large amount of acid water is surging in their stomachs.

Every single one of them wanted to throw up.

Ryosheng couldn't see such a picture, but he sensed it all.

He was satisfied with the last sword of his life.

So he calmly accepted death and greedily took the last breath of air he had left in this world.

He fell backwards and died.

However, he did not fall to the ground.

Because Lin Yi's hand fell on his back.

Lin Yi held him up, turned around silently, and handed him over to a golden crow rider behind him.

The golden crow rider solemnly held Liang Sheng's body, and then passed it to the rear.

Lin Yi's eyes drooped slightly.

His gaze fell on Ryosheng's remaining four swords.

He reached out and stuck all four swords behind him.

Liang Sheng is gone, but his four swords are still there.

These four swords, which constantly reflect light in the sun, are also the pride of the Sword Pavilion.

"What are you waiting for!

There was an earth-shattering shout from the shore of Jiang Xinzhou.

A Northern Wei general looked at the reflection of those swords with an extremely ugly face.

He knew very well the mood of every heavily armored cavalry at this time, but he knew even more that the more he hesitated, the more the feeling of fear and wanting to vomit would dominate this cavalry army, and all the morale of this cavalry army would be disintegrated.

The roar of iron hooves returned.

Heavy iron hooves trampled through the shattered flesh and entrails, splashing blood flowers.

When there was a loud bang, everyone's hearts were shocked, and the sound overwhelmed the roar of iron hooves.

They were all armor-piercing weapons that those Northern Wei cultivators had prepared to use against him.

So they're all exceptionally sharp.

Lin Yi stabbed out the spear.

He easily pierced the body of a heavily armored cavalry galloping at a gallop, picked it up, and threw it out.

He stabbed his spear again, and the same was true.

With his left gun and right spear, he constantly provoked a heavily armored cavalryman, and then threw it into the phalanx behind them.

He didn't look like another enemy, but like a farmer in a village in the autumn harvest who was constantly picking up the straw that had been stripped of the grain, and with a skillful and terrible frequency, he flew it to the stack of wood.

"Boom!"

An out-of-control war horse slammed into him.

The head of the war horse exploded on his body, and blood splashed everywhere, but his body only shook slightly, but he did not retreat.

The heavily armored cavalry flew out one after another, and the horses and riders in the rear collided, banging and banging.

The heavy armored cavalry of the White Bone Army, which was the first to charge, was instantly crushed in front of him.

On Jiang Xinzhou, the minds of countless Northern Wei soldiers under the command of Xi Ruyu before were all blank, but only one thought echoed, it turned out that even the White Bone Army that killed Yang Yang was the same in front of this young Southern Dynasty cultivator.

"Rush, rush, rush!"

Bursts of sharp shouts rang out continuously.

Those generals of the White Bone Army on the shore of Jiangxinzhou didn't even look at the battle situation in front of them, they were like a part on a certain precision ordnance, once they started, they would never stop, they just let more troops rush forward as quickly as possible.