The north wall of Zhongli has long been riddled with holes, and the tide-like army of the Northern Wei Dynasty has poured in from countless broken skies and poured into all parts of Zhongli City.

Those armory warehouses, those granaries, were swept away by such a tide.

Everything fell into the hands of the enemy, and the city was full of Northern Wei people.

However, on the north wall, the sound of killing is still there, and the corpses are still piling up.

Hundreds of remnants of the Golden Crow Cavalry, the cultivators of the Sword Pavilion, and some of the cultivators of the Tie Ce Army and the defenders of the previous city gathered in an area of several miles, these people became a besieged island in the Northern Wei army, although this isolated island is still getting smaller and smaller as people continue to fall, but no one is afraid.

A general of the Northern Wei White Bone Army squinted his eyes and stared at the palpitating figure in front of him.

The figure moved sharply, constantly bringing a terrifying roar.

Lin Yi, who was covered in blood, rushed to kill like a flying meteorite, and with each roar, several Northern Wei soldiers were knocked out by him, and then knocked down more people.

Blood continued to flow from his body like a stream, and all the Northern Wei people hoped that the blood was his, but that blood came from his enemies.

At this time, many large ships outside had already made many round-trips, and at least seventy or eighty thousand troops had poured into Zhongli City.

An army of seventy or eighty thousand rushed through the position of thousands of people, and it could only be completely crushed, just like the rolling wheels that crushed the insects, these southerners were able to form an island in the army, and they are still supporting to the death, and the biggest reason still comes from this terrifying young general of the Tiece Army.

In the midst of such a chaotic army, the young general of the Tiece Army still maintained a terrifying calm.

Every time he rushed to kill at this time, it was extremely purposeful.

He was no longer killing the enemy at will, but wherever he looked, among the companions who were fighting side by side with him, he would rush there at once.

He was like a screed servant of countless men, no one of whom was his unanimous enemy, and with this terrible speed and power he was rampage without showing any sign of exhaustion.

.......

These are just the scenes in the eyes of this White Bone Army general, or many Northern Wei people like this White Bone Army general.

Lin Yi kept adjusting his breathing.

His breath had already made him feel hot, and the air he inhaled was no longer cool, but like the boiling water he inhaled, making his chest and lungs feel burning.

In the eyes of many Northern Wei people, the most terrifying Yuan Dao person in the Sword Pavilion never even made a move, but he knew very well that in his rush and kill, the Yuan Dao people had actually made at least three shots, helping him solve three forces that could cause him serious trauma.

The power of the original people is gradually wearing.

This fierce battle, without the slightest respite, allowed his inner organs to reach their limits before the rest of the internal organs.

However, he didn't want to pause and give himself some respite.

He even stopped breathing himself from time to time, causing his chest and lungs to burn, and the burning sensation quickly hit the rest of his internal organs.

The potential in those internal organs, just like when he first practiced with the Leakless Golden Body Method in the Southern Heavenly Courtyard, was frantically squeezed out by him.

One by one, the internal organs of his body are approaching the limit, but he himself can sense that the power in the depths of his flesh and blood is also being squeezed out by him.

The army of the Northern Wei Dynasty around him was like a real ocean, no matter how powerful the swimmer was, he would drown in the ocean where he couldn't see the land, but he still didn't despair, he really wanted to try to have the strength to resist the cultivators of the Divine Mind Realm before the strength of the Origin Dao people was exhausted, and before the Origin Dao people could no longer help him deal with the cultivators of the Divine Thought Realm.

When the time comes, he will try to kill Yang Madness on that chariot.

......

The perception of the original Daoist always lingered around his rapidly flowing figure, but the gaze of the original Daoist couldn't help but fall on a tent not far behind Lin Yi.

In the chaos at this time, almost the attention of almost the vast majority of the Northern Wei people was firmly attracted by Lin Yi, so no one noticed that the area around the camp tent seemed very "quiet".

The rest of the tents around the tent were broken, but there wasn't even a single arrow hole on it.

Lin Yi kept rushing and killing, and he never approached this tent.

Because all the Northern Wei soldiers who posed a threat to this tent and the people of the Southern Dynasties around the tent were dealt with by an unobtrusive young cultivator.

The young cultivator from the Tie Ce Army, whose face was all scarred and had been helping to rescue the wounded, killed the surrounding Northern Wei soldiers at the same terrifying speed, and at the same time, the Yuan Dao people found that his strength was even increasing, just like Lin Yi.

It's just that his true yuan breath, in his perception, is full of a cold taste.

He couldn't help but think of the cold wind, the phosphorus fire frozen by the cold on those mass graves.

......

In addition to the original Dao people, there were three people who clearly felt this power full of cold aura at this time.

At this time, Huang Qiutang, who was still engrossed in stitching up the terrible wounds on the body of a city guard, was the first to know this power, and the medical officer lying on the couch behind her should be the second to know this power.

At this time, he was still lying quietly, but his eyelashes no longer jumped, and his eyes had opened silently.

In addition, there was another person who felt the breath in Wang Pingyang's body, Chen Qianru, who was not far from this tent.

He leaned on a broken carriage.

The reason why he knew was because an arrow that fell towards him in the distance was shocked out by this force with a unique aura.

He is a powerful cultivator, and because he can't fight at this time, he doesn't need to worry about the power against Lin Yi like the original Daoist, so he is obviously in the array, the closest to such a strangulation, but he is like a bystander who stays out of the matter, and he can see it more clearly than anyone else.

At this time, this isolated island formed under the impact of the Northern Wei army could still survive, in addition to Lin Yi, a large part of the reason was because of this young cultivator who was not very noticeable.

Because his strength is growing, and most importantly, his true yuan seems to be exhausted.

Under the divine thought, the cultivator of the Chengtian Realm is almost invincible in this kind of battle array, as long as the true yuan is not exhausted, he can always kill at a terrifying speed.

However, at this moment, both Wang Pingyang and the medical officer in the camp behind him were keenly aware of the approach of another, more powerful dark aura.