Blood continued to flow from Li Moxiao's body, there were no wounds on his body, and the blood came from the enemies who had entered the city.

The reason why no one associated him with the formation master was because his name as a little martial saint was too loud.

Fighting with cultivators who are lower than himself and ordinary martial artists, his killing speed will not be lower than Lin Yi's, but he can't last as long as Lin Yi.

He heard the abnormal movement and chaos on Jiang Xinzhou and the north bank before, and heard Xi Ruyu's mournful roar like a beast, although he didn't know that Jian Wenhou and Lin Yi had killed a crucial figure on the other side, but he guessed that Lin Yi must have done something that extremely dampened the other party's morale at this time.

At this time, he heard Lin Yi's shouting again, and he admired it more and more, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but flow a wry smile.

Only by fighting continuously can one truly understand how quickly a cultivator's true essence passes.

Therefore, the protagonist of the war can always only be the army, not an absolute minority of cultivators, even if he has saved his true yuan as much as possible, but from the time the other party entered the city to the present, his true yuan has been left very little.

However, at this time, in his perception, a powerful aura had already appeared.

A flying sword like a dead leaf flew from the roof behind him against the tiles, and in the process of flying, it did not kill any of the Southern Dynasty sergeants, but only fell towards him.

This flying sword didn't want to attract anyone's attention, or even be noticed by him.

Although he sensed this sinister approaching flying sword in advance, he should not be the opponent of this flying sword.

The speed of the flying sword was too fast, and even if he could resist the first blow of this flying sword, he should not be able to dodge the second blow.

Anyone will die, Li Moxiao took a deep breath, he was ready to meet his own death.

However, what he didn't expect was that at the moment when the flying sword flew down from the tile, a sword slashed down towards the flying sword.

It was a very ordinary sword, the most commonly used standard long sword in the army of the Southern Dynasties, but this sword landed on the flying sword with unmistakable accuracy, and before the flying sword felt something was wrong and wanted to withdraw sharply, a terrible force had exploded on this sword.

There was a loud thunderous bang.

This ordinary sword couldn't withstand the strength of the person who made the sword itself, and it exploded inch by inch.

At the same time, the flying sword turned into rusty iron and fell to the ground, and a terrifying cry rang out in the dark alley behind it.

The long sword in the hand of the sword owner who slashed this flying sword was broken, and only one hilt remained.

He didn't chase after the Northern Wei cultivator in the deep alley who had lost his flying sword and was injured, he just let out a soft cry and threw the hilt of the sword in his hand.

There was a soft pop.

Not far away, on the roof, there was a Northern Wei archer shooting an arrow, and his head was hit by the hilt of the sword, and it exploded like a ripe watermelon.

Li Moxiao looked at this Southern Dynasty cultivator who had saved him with some surprise.

This is a wounded man.

He was not lightly injured, and even had a cane in his left hand.

The sword he had just used seemed to be picked up casually in the Dao.

To be able to defeat that flying sword so easily, this injured person must be a cultivator of the Divine Mind Realm.

Li Moxiao couldn't imagine how there could be such a powerhouse of the Divine Mind Realm in Zhongli City at this time.

"I'm Jin Dong, from Daoren City. ”

The wounded man saw Li Moxiao's puzzlement at this time, and said very simply.

Li Moxiao reacted suddenly, he knew the identity of this person, and his eyes instantly gave birth to great respect.

"What does diesel salt mean?"

Jin Dong breathed slowly, and some muddy blood flowed from the corners of his lips.

Even if Jian Wenhou used his precious True Yuan to help him recuperate his injuries, every time he made a move at this time, he already felt that he had run out of oil.

There was no violent True Yuan fluctuation on his body at this time, in fact, it was not that he deliberately suppressed it, but that there really wasn't much True Yuan in his body, so he used such violent means to cut down the flying sword, just to let all the Northern Wei enemies in the dark see that he was a strong man in the Divine Mind Realm, so that they would not dare to come over.

In fact, he is already a tiger who has lost his minions, and he is very inward-looking.

Previously, after he woke up, he already knew all the battle conditions here, and at this time, in his opinion, how long Zhongli City could drag on was only up to Jian Wenhou and Lin Yi.

"He is an Imperial City worshipper and a cultivator of the Divine Mind Realm, and he was also injured before, but his injuries should be lighter than yours. Li Moxiao said quickly.

"In that case, then we should try to get to him as well. ”

Jin Dong looked at the direction where the voice came, and then moved without hesitation.

A person like Lin Yi, even if he was seriously injured and dying, it was impossible to directly call someone to save him, he asked a Divine Mind Realm cultivator to go over, it should not be that he was going to die, but that he had other plans.

"We used to be with him. ”

When Jin Dong said this, Bai Yuelu also raised her head and looked at the section of the city wall where Lin Yi's voice sounded.

"Where's Rongyi?"

Qi Zhuji also had the same thoughts as Jin Dong at this time, and he even vaguely guessed Lin Yi's thoughts at this time, but when he turned his head at this time, Xiao Suxin was not far from him, but Rong Yi's figure was nowhere to be seen.

And before a few breaths, Rong Yi was still fighting not far away.

"Rongyi!"

Xiao Suxin also suddenly found that she had lost the trace of Rong Yi, and she screamed, hoping to hear Rong Yi's response immediately.

However, there was no response from her familiar voice.

Qi Zhuji's face suddenly became a little difficult to look at.

In this kind of dark night, focusing on fighting with the Northern Wei soldiers who came to the attack, it was easy to be scattered and lose the traces of the surrounding partners, but there was no sound response, which could only indicate that there was a special reason, and Rong Yi was far away from them.

There was another possibility that he wouldn't think about.

That is, Rong Yi may also be killed by the Northern Wei cultivators who are lurking in the dark.

"Rongyi!

He took a deep breath and gave another hard shout.

He didn't know how far his voice could go, because at this time, his ears were full of shouts and killings.

Lin Yi heard Qi Zhuji's shouting.

Qi Zhuji, Bai Yuelu, and Xiao Suxin were not too far from the north wall where Lin Yi was, and when they heard Qi Zhuji's voice at this time, Lin Yi's eyes suddenly lit up.

Qi Zhuji and the others are still alive, which is the best news for him.

It's just that he didn't immediately call for Qi Zhuji and them to come over, because he intuitively felt that if he shouted like that, there would definitely be Northern Wei cultivators to intercept and kill.

......

"Let all the cultivators in the army, except for Mr. Bai and Mr. Feng, all come here. ”

Xi Ruyu looked at the dilapidated north wall of Zhongli City and said in a slow cold voice.

He stood on the ship whose bow had been broken, and the splinters of wood in front of him were more dilapidated than the north wall.