Jian Wenhou's gaze did not fall on Zhongli City.

He didn't want to kill the Northern Wei cultivators who had infiltrated the city.

Perceiving those cultivators one by one, and then killing them one by one, this is really exhausting, and it consumes his true essence even more.

His gaze fell to the direction where Lin Yi was, and there was no hint of approval in his eyes.

The more life and death moments there are, the more clearly a person's true character can be seen.

At this time, Lin Yi was like a reef in the tide, no matter how many Northern Wei troops washed past him, he couldn't shake it.

But in his opinion, Lin Yi's strength was still a little weaker.

In time, when Lin Yi's strength becomes stronger, Lin Yi will be the real mainstay.

He knew that most of the powerful people in Jiankang City, including the emperors of the Southern Dynasty in the palace who were inextricably linked to him, would not like Lin Yi.

Because Lin Yi is the son of Lin Wangbei, and because Lin Yi is the successor of He Xiu.

Anyone will have weaknesses, and the emperor of the Southern Dynasty he is familiar with naturally cannot be a true saint.

For those enemies of the old dynasty who once forced themselves to a dead end, the emperor of the Southern Dynasty and the magnates attached to him will always have a psychological shadow, and no matter how good Lin Yi's performance is, it is absolutely impossible to associate it with their "like".

It's just that the emperor of the Southern Dynasty he knows is the kind of person who can listen to people's opinions, and his personality and ruthlessness are not at all related, what he does today can at least make the emperor of the Southern Dynasty understand his attitude, and his attitude towards Lin Yi will change somewhat in the future.

Of course, until this time, he didn't think of escaping, or trying to let Lin Yi go first.

He is not an ordinary practitioner, so his views and opinions are different from ordinary people.

In his opinion, no matter how devastated the city behind him is, as long as Lin Yi is not dead, he is not dead, and those people in the Sword Pavilion will arrive after all, then the battle of Zhongli is not over, and the outcome of this war is not easy to say.

He has faced numerous treacherous battles throughout his life, but none of them have escaped, and it is not his style to sit idly by.

If you want to delay some time now, you need to throw this orderly Northern Wei army into some chaos.

Conditioning mess always takes some time.

So at this time, he decided to try the "can't" in the previous conversation with Lin Yi.

It is naturally impossible to take the head of the opponent's commander among the 100,000 troops.

But Lin Yi is a real monster, and with Lin Yi, a tireless monster, killing the person who is leading the army now may have some possibility of success.

His gaze fell on the commander at the bow of the enemy ship.

His eyesight was far beyond that of an ordinary cultivator, and although this military advisor was quiet and low-key enough, he had already fallen into his sight after the first military order issued after the appearance on the bow of the ship.

He fell from the city walls.

It was like the shadow of a leaf in the dark night, without any sound, and at this time, even many cultivators on Jiang Xinzhou did not notice his figure.

He landed directly on Lin Yi's side.

"Let's go kill the main general on Jiang Xinzhou. ”

His voice sounded directly in Lin Yi's ears.

"Good. ”

Lin Yi put the knife in his left hand in his right hand as well, and then wiped his face.

His situation was actually not difficult, because in fact, none of the Northern Wei soldiers took the initiative to fight him, he was chasing and slashing these Northern Wei soldiers around him as quickly as possible.

A large amount of blood smeared his face.

His left hand at this time wiped his face, and even wiped off a thick layer of blood and mud.

"I'll do it the fastest. ”

"If there are less than two Divine Mind Realm cultivators, then this person should die directly, if there are more than two Divine Mind Realm cultivators, I will kill two of them and then send you to that person. If you succeed in killing this person, you can retreat to my side as quickly as you can. ”

Jian Wenhou looked at Lin Yi's eyes, made sure that Lin Yi's state at this time was fine, and then said.

"Let's go. ”

Lin Yi nodded unusually simply.

Jian Wenhou's hand had already fallen.

His hand landed on Lin Yi's collar.

If it was an ordinary shirt, I was afraid that it would not be able to withstand his strength and Lin Yi's own weight, but Lin Yi was wearing a heavenly treasure robe, so in the next moment, Lin Yi was lifted up by him.

There was a humming roar between heaven and earth.

A terrible aura appeared on the pontoon.

When the breath of all the cultivators on Jiangxinzhou was inexplicably stagnant, and they subconsciously sensed and searched for the source of this terrifying aura, many Northern Wei soldiers on the pontoon bridge flew out.

There was a dark shadow in the sky.

The wind was blowing, Lin Yi couldn't open his eyes, and he felt that his face was a little distorted by the wind.

Zhong Minggu on the bow of the ship raised his head.

Among these people in Jiang Xinzhou, he saw the sword Wen Hou and Lin Yi falling towards him like a meteorite for the first time!

Among the troops on the north bank, Xi Ruyu, who had been pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, suddenly raised his head, and a terrifying roar instantly sounded in his body, like several rivers bursting at the same time.

His figure bounced forward on the chariot in an instant!

More than a dozen terrible sword sounds sounded at the same time.

The dark night sky was instantly lit up by the light of more than ten flying swords!

It is very rare for more than ten flying swords to fly into the air at the same time, and it is even rarer to attack one person with panic at the same time.

However, looking at these flying swords that broke through the air, Jian Wenhou just flicked his sleeves.

Countless sound tremors.

It was the crash of swords and swords.

The sleeve of his coat was like a huge flowing cloud, rolling all the flying swords that came into his sleeve.

In addition to these bright and dazzling more than ten flying swords, there were also three very sinister flying swords that had not seen the light in his sleeves.

It's just that there's no difference.

The swords all landed in his sleeve and slammed into each other.

The different forces on these flying swords devoured each other, and his sleeves exploded, and several blood streaks appeared on his arms.

These flying swords fell from the sky like broken copper and iron.

Lin Yi was shocked.

It's just that he knows it's supposed to be.

Compared with the cultivators of the Chengtian Realm and the sub-saints like Jian Wenhou, they are really the difference between heaven and earth.

A blood moon appeared in the sky.

It was a blood-red sword light, with a divine aura.

With this blood-red sword light appeared, there was also a very peculiar weapon.

It looked like a walking stick, but it flew from the air, and both ends were in the shape of a crane.

Two Northern Wei cultivators of the Divine Thought Realm, this is the situation that Jian Wenhou considered before.

Jian Wenhou first glanced at the blood-red sword light.

His body suddenly became huge, and at the same time, he smashed Lin Yi out of his hand.

As if throwing a stone, he smashed Lin Yi towards the bow of the ship below!