Something too powerful is always easy to fear, and it has nothing to do with whether or not it is truly brave.

The power of this little sword lies in the fact that it has completely exceeded the limit that cultivators under these divine thoughts can understand, just like the shining stars in the dark night are out of reach, and it is impossible to understand why it can stay in the night sky so quietly, forever.

All the Northern Wei cultivators on the pontoon bridge, on the city wall, and even on the water turned extremely pale, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

For cultivators like them, Jian Wenhou was a real nightmare.

However, seeing that such a nightmare is coming to an end, another nightmare has come.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded clearly from the wide stone path facing the north wall.

It was only at this point that everyone on the north wall realized that one of the riders was much faster than the rest of the thirty or so.

The horse is naturally a good horse, much better than the ordinary war horse, and when the Northern Wei cultivators on the north wall saw the shadow of the horse from a distance, they felt that the lines on the horse's body were like iron casting, but the most critical reason was the rider on the horse's back.

It was an old man dressed as a Taoist priest of the Southern Dynasty, and there was some faint True Yuan glow shining on his body.

Some very thin True Elements were slowly flowing out, but only this small amount of True Essence flowed as if it had attracted a strange breeze from the surrounding heaven and earth.

It's like there are clouds and clouds constantly generating around him and this war horse, this war horse is like a legendary flying horse that walks on the clouds and has an incomparably light figure.

If there was no comparison, these Northern Wei cultivators might not be able to determine the true cultivation of this old man, but they had already felt the aura on Jian Wenhou's body many times before, so they clearly judged at this time that this was a sub-sage.

A sub-saint may not be enough to kill all of them, but this sub-saint protects Lin Yi, but it is impossible for them to defeat Lin Yi, let alone kill one person around Lin Yi.

Thinking of this, the hearts of these practitioners are filled with deep despair.

Lin Yi was more familiar with the aura of the original Dao people than these people.

He was a little moved.

He knew that the original Dao people and these people from the Sword Pavilion came to the same time as Tang Nianda, and they were also at any cost.

The Sword Pavilion didn't like this nascent Southern Dynasty.

All of them followed He Xian, and for some reason, He Xiuxing had been stubbornly opposed to Xiao Yan becoming the emperor of the Southern Dynasty.

So they belonged to the old dynasty, and after the new dynasty came, they were abandoned by this dynasty.

They naturally have no sense of belonging to the Southern Dynasty, and they fight to the death at any cost, just because he is the master of the Sword Pavilion, because he is here to fight these Northern Wei people.

Aside from this reason, these Sword Pavilion people had no reason.

A bag of Dakura rations all went into the stomach, which can only be said to be the bottom.

It's just that the heat began to diffuse in his chest and abdomen, and with this touch, his blood boiled even more.

"Who dares to come!"

He shouted presumptuously, holding the heart of the Zhenhe Tower in both hands, and smashed down the pontoon bridge in front of him like a mad tiger.

There was a loud bang.

It was as if it had been struck by a real iron tower, and countless rough logs broke and flew out, and a large hole appeared at this end of the pontoon.

Lin Yi lifted his weight lightly, holding the heart of the town river tower in both hands and constantly sweeping, the iron cables implicated in the wall were broken, and the deep piles used to fix the pontoon bridge on both sides were broken one after another, floating up one by one.

Exclamations continued to sound on Jiang Xinzhou and on the pontoon bridge, but Lin Yi had already cast a shadow on the hearts of all these Northern Wei people before this, if this shadow was the substance, these Northern Wei people would have been unable to stand up for a long time, and the exclamations were like a tide at this time, but who dared to go towards Lin Yi?

After all, no one dared to fight.

Tang Nianda on the north wall seemed to be asleep, he seemed to be able to sleep at any time, and then never wake up.

At this moment, he suddenly felt an unusually familiar breath and opened his eyes suddenly.

He saw the original people come to his side.

A stream of true yuan like a sweet and clear spring poured into his body, rushing towards his internal organs, which immediately lifted his spirits.

The original Daoist saw Lin Yi, who was under the city wall at this time, and looked at Lin Yi, who had impressed all the Northern Wei cultivators, and patted Tang Nianda's shoulder beside him with emotion, "This pavilion master, how is it?"

Tang Nianda didn't understand at all.

Even if Lin Yi at this time made the 100,000 Northern Wei army dare not come to fight, he was ignorant.

He just felt like he was imposing.

And most importantly, this pavilion master let him leave the Sword Pavilion.

He thinks about coming out every day in the Sword Pavilion, and he thinks about running recklessly every day, but he is almost suffocated inside, and he is about to stink, but he still can't get out of the Pavilion.

Now that the pavilion master has let him come out, the wild run tonight seems to be particularly comfortable and majestic.

At this time, listening to this question from the original Taoist, he was stunned and said uncertainly: "Okay... It's imposing. ”

Listening to Tang Nianda's answer, Jian Wenhou couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

This is more than a majesty.

If it is hundreds of years later, the battle tonight is recorded in the annals of history, I am afraid that future generations of historians will do everything possible to verify it without believing that it is really what happened.

......

The rocket is in the air, and the horse's hooves are roaring.

The light of the flame arrows illuminated the sky of the north wall, and more than thirty of the successors of the Sword Pavilion rushed to the north wall.

The north wall was bright, but Jiang Xinzhou and the Northern Wei army on the north bank were dead silent.

No one can replace Xi Ruyu to give military orders, but even those low-ranking generals who are only in charge of one or two catapults already know in their hearts that it is impossible for them to take this city before the dawn comes.

Even if Xi Ruyu himself fought with all the remaining Divine Mind Realm cultivators in the army, he would not be able to change this result.

Now looking at the dilapidated pontoon bridge that had been destroyed by Lin Yi and could not be passed by the army, all they cared about at this time was the fate of the 20,000 Northern Wei troops in the city.

The 20,000 troops were cut off from the back road and blocked in the city.

When such a thought appeared in the minds of many Northern Wei generals, they suddenly felt extremely ridiculous and humiliated in their hearts.

How many people are on this north wall?

How many people are there in the city from the Southern Dynasty?

However, it is these people, whether it is the feeling to them or the current facts, it is not that they were cut off and surrounded by 20,000 Northern Wei troops, but that 20,000 troops were cut off by these people, like turtles in an urn.

Xi Ruyu raised his head very slowly.

He looked at the southern sky.

As an important general of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he looked at the southern sky countless times in various places.

However, there was no time when there was helplessness at this time.

He slowly stretched out his hand and drank two military orders lightly.

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