Chapter 538: Five Swords (Page 1/1)

"Kill!"

A Northern Wei general stepped into the unusually tight mud, feeling the sense of power under his feet, and he let out an earth-shattering roar.

Rumble!

The heavily armored cavalry behind him roared like beasts in an instant, and the armor on his body roared like wind and thunder.

Hundreds of heavily armored cavalry followed in his footsteps, forming a real iron tide.

Heavy horses' hooves hammered down the mud below, and the river splashed like a mist of dust, and the heavy horses rushed forward on the muddy ground like a miracle.

The Heavenly Trench changed the path, at the cost of the lifelong cultivation of the two Divine Mind Realm cultivators and the lives of these Zhu Family Gate Valve cultivators, this was a truly miraculous means.

The faces of all the Golden Crow Riders and Lin Yi instantly became solemn.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Yi grabbed the heart of Zhenhe Tower and stepped forward.

There were countless golden and iron shocks from his body, and even a chilling qi shot out from the cracks in the armor, as if the qi that Xi Ruyu had punched into his body before was forced out with his force.

The other party's miracle was in front of him, and he was only moving forward alone, but it was just his actions alone, which caused a response from the entire Zhongli City.

Countless shouts and roars sounded in Zhongli City at the same time, and the luck and will of the entire Zhongli City seemed to be all concentrated in this Teng Snake Heavy Armor at this time, and into Lin Yi's body.

The faces of these golden crow riders behind Lin Yi were extremely slaughtered, but there was a strange emotion and admiration in the depths of their eyes.

They never imagined that the defenders of such a ruined city would have such morale and momentum when facing an army more than ten times their size.

Everything came from the young general of the Tiece Army in front of him.

Many generals have spent a lifetime and may not be able to become the real god of war and war, but here, this general of the Tiece Army only spent a few days and nights, and he did it easily.

Lin Yi stepped on the dirt ground in front of him.

He felt that tenacious power rebounding from the soles of his feet, and he felt that the cultivation and life of these powerful cultivators of the Northern Wei Dynasty were burning sharply, this could not last, but the key was that the other party would definitely smash out all the means he could use in a very short period of time!

Snort sneer....

Countless tearing sounds rang out in the air in front of him.

With the strong shouts of the Northern Wei general, the first to start sprinting was the heavy cavalry of the White Bone Army, but there were more than a dozen figures, but they were the last to come, and they crossed the heavy cavalry at a speed several times faster than these heavy horses, bringing out countless afterimages and cold rays in the air, rushing towards Lin Yi who was like a hill blocking the front of this heavy cavalry.

These are practitioners.

They were all cultivators who voluntarily stood up at the first time and wanted to break the armor on Lin Yi's body.

The weapons they hold in their hands are all specially made armor-piercing things.

Lin Yi was at this age and didn't know the special blades in the hands of these people, but he didn't see it, but it didn't mean that no one on the city wall saw it.

All the people in the Sword Pavilion were already waiting on the city walls.

Most of them get together, and they have the feeling that when the weather is warm, the old people in an alley gather together to bask in the sun.

Many times, no matter what big things happen in this world, it seems that they have nothing to do with them.

"My time has come. ”

Looking at the reflection of those blades, a person in the Sword Pavilion stood up, he saluted everyone around him with some emotion, and said, "Everyone, see you in the next life." ”

"Go ahead. ”

Except for Tang Nianda, who was stupid and stupid and could fall asleep at any time, all the other people in the Sword Pavilion just replied seriously, and said these two words very simply.

The man in the Sword Pavilion stopped talking, and he floated down in front of Lin Yi.

He had hands and feet, and he seemed to be the most incomplete and complete person in the entire Sword Pavilion, but there was a terrible scar on his eyes.

He was blind in both eyes, he was blind.

But on his back, there was a sword bag, and in the sword bag, five swords were inserted diagonally.

Lin Yi was slightly stunned.

He knew that this man's name was Liang Sheng.

Liangsheng is a first name, not a surname.

Because this man had no father or mother, his mother was a young lady from a family of eunuchs, and shortly after giving birth to him, she was robbed by horse thieves on a journey. She became a horse thief and suffered a lot of humiliation, and she had only one request, which was to let Liang live.

Ryosheng grew up among horse thieves, and he didn't know who his father was or his mother's name. It wasn't until many years later, when his mother had died, and he had killed the horse thieves with his own hands, that he understood his mother's thoughts.

She didn't want her husband to know what happened to her, she wanted to cut off all the past.

She wanted everyone who knew her to think that she had died in the attack of the horse thieves.

He respects his mother's wishes.

So he has no surname, only five swords.

His first sword was called Liang Sheng.

What a sad life.

It's like a glass of turbid wine that has changed its taste a little in a winter night, but after drinking it, it can't bring warmth, only infinite sour and cold meaning.

"These people want to break your armor, but the people in my Sword Pavilion are not dead yet, how can they let them get their wish?"

He said this respectfully to Lin Yi, and then held the sword called Liang Sheng.

The sword intent suddenly rose.

This sword honors the past, honors his mother.

The sword intent is incomparably desolate, but it is indescribably lingering.

The three Northern Wei cultivators at the front let out a fierce roar at the same time, and the blades in their hands suddenly spilled into a screen of light, but they still couldn't block this ubiquitous sword light.

Lines of blood appeared on their bodies, and in their screams, their bodies disintegrated and spilled into blood clots.

One sword killed three Northern Wei cultivators, but he had already changed to a second sword.

Because there are dozens of red lines in front of him.

These red threads are all projectiles that exude a strange atmosphere.

He had seen these projectiles, so he switched to a second sword.

This sword is called Red Dust.

When his second sword was swung, all in front of him was a misty sword aura.

Everywhere.

Red dust is everywhere.

Those projectiles that flew from the powerful True Yuan were forced to stop by his sword qi, suspended three feet in front of him, and then burned violently, turning into dazzling balls of fire.

Lin Yi was scorched by these scorching lights, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

These were the party's firearms, which he had seen in Meishan.

Liang Sheng in front of him had already let go of the second sword and pulled out the third sword.

This third sword is called killing.

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