Yuan Qingyu's body flew out of the palace.

Part of it was Lin Yi's power that directly rammed him out, part of it was the true energy in his body following his will to escape, loyally pushing his body further away.

If you fly higher and farther, you will fall even worse.

There was a bang.

He smashed into a warehouse outside the palace.

This warehouse is set up in a music shop, and it contains musical instruments needed for completed rituals and music.

His body broke through the roof, fell into it, rolling into a ball with the bells and drums, and the unemployment of force broke through a wall.

He rolled into the streets outside the warehouse with the broken musical instruments.

Most of the bones in his body were broken, and the meridians in his body were damaged so that almost none of them were intact.

The afterglow of the storm of the breath in his body made his body look like a raft shot through countless holes, as if air leaks everywhere.

In the slight sound, a tiny air flow continued to rush out from him along with the blood mist.

This battle has attracted everyone in the city, and everyone in the city is waiting for the final result of this battle. Until this time, most people in the city still don’t know who was flying out, and they don’t even know whether this person is his own or an enemy.

But just in one breath, many unstoppable cheers rang out in the palace, and then more cheers rang out in the city.

Such cheers indicate the outcome of this battle, especially the emperor they respected is still alive.

The sound of several arrows breaking through the air sounded.

These arrows did not come from the defenders around the palace, but from the surrounding streets and alleys.

Since it was confirmed that this person was the enemy, the people in Luoyang City naturally wanted to deal with this person, and the soldiers would not take further action before receiving the exact order.

These arrows came from young people from a college in Luoyang, from a nursing home in a wealthy Jia, from a coachman, and even from a musician near a musician.

Most adult men in the Northern Wei Dynasty would learn how to arch, but these people were not archers in the army. The arrows they used were only produced by some folk workshops. In addition, they were not very exquisite archery skills. At this time, these arrows fell from all over the world, and even only one arrow was accurate, and they really fell to Yuan Qingyu's body.

However, there was a slight sound.

A bloody flower surged from Yuan Qingyu's body.

It was such an extremely ordinary arrow that was nailed into Yuan Qingyu's body.

The arrow pierced from Yuan Qingyu's right rib and penetrated into his internal organs.

Yuan Qingyu's body, struggling in pain, suddenly stiffened, and the surroundings of the streets and alleys suddenly became quiet, but in the next moment, even louder cheers rang out in the streets and alleys!

The sound of arrows breaking through the air has erupted again.

Yuan Qingyu stared at the sky like a dying fish.

He could not see the falling arrows, but he knew how to meet his destiny.

Too much fear made him confused at this moment.

He never even dreamed that he would die like this in such a street.

Lin Yi stood in the smoke and dust and ruins.

The flame pagoda descended from the sky behind him.

When the Emperor of Northern Wei looked at the young man, he became more and more envious. Why was such a young man not born in the Northern Wei Dynasty?

He bowed seriously to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi also saluted him seriously.

Even during the Battle of Zhongli, King Yuanying of Zhongshan and the king of the Northern Wei Dynasty were his opponents that he must respect, not to mention now.

If he had no intention of being in harmony, he would not have defeated Yuan Qingyu with one punch.

"I want to go to Guanlong right away."

He no longer cared about Yuan Qingyu who was knocked out by him, because he knew very well that Yuan Qingyu was too seriously injured and could no longer escape from Luoyang. At this time, he was concerned about this king who was extremely decisive in provoking the war. He looked at the Emperor of the Northern Wei and asked, "Is it safe for you to stay here?"

"I will go there with you."

The Emperor of Northern Wei looked at the flames falling from the air, "My true energy cannot last for a long time, but at least it can help you fly faster."

...

These descendants of the patrol kings and gods are indeed not familiar with each other.

On the battlefield in Guanlong, the powerful existences in the Guanlong army did not know that in Luoyang City, their companion was being killed by the world and was shutting down his breathing in a daze.

But the Northern Wei emperor on the Guanlong battlefield could sense what was happening in Luoyang.

He felt the battle there and felt his twin brothers alive.

So he was really moved.

He nodded to Wu Guzhi and said, "As you said, we should have a chance."

The Helan black clouds fell beside him and stood side by side with him.

As she fell, she stretched out her hand towards the sky ahead.

The horn of the death of the old man named Li Liangling fell into her hands.

The plain outside Tianwuchuan began to shake violently again, just like the mood of all the practitioners who are here.

It was another cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty that began to charge towards the central army in Guanlong.

...

"I don't care what you think. In my opinion, things have progressed to such a level, which means that the previous plan has completely gone wrong, and I feel that it has begun to lose control. If you can't solve these three people quickly, I will not take action and will leave soon."

A middle-aged man wearing ordinary coarse cloth clothes and like a teacher was now in the formation of the Northern Wei army. There were many collapsed weapons beside him. He looked at the two practitioners beside him and said.

His expression was very calm, without any scent of coercion and inducement, but it gave people a feeling of endless pressure and unquestionable smell.

"If you leave, are you really willing?"

Faced with his words, one of the middle-aged women of the two practitioners asked back.

The middle-aged woman was wearing a patched blue cloth dress, and the cloth shoes on her feet were even stained with mud. Judging from her outfit, she looked like a vegetable farmer selling vegetables.

She looks strong, her skin is extremely healthy, and there is a slight redness in the bronze.

At this moment, her eyes were full of reluctance and anger.

"After so many years, we finally reached this point... Are you really willing to fail?"

The middle-aged woman looked at the man who was like a teacher and said in a cold voice: "And Lao Qian and the others should have died at the hands of the Demon Sect. Even if we pursue self-protection and escape here, we will definitely be found by the Demon Sect in the future. Apart from winning this war, we have no way out."

"You are the ones who have no way out, not me."

The middle-aged man, who was like a teacher, still had a calm expression. He glanced at Helan Hei.

Yun and others said seriously: "In terms of restraining their own breath, no one in this world should be stronger than me. As long as I don't want to be discovered by someone in this world, no one can find me, and the Demon Sect can't, so you are worried that they will be hunted by the Demon Sect, not me."

The middle-aged woman's blood was a little turbulent, and her face turned red.

But before she spoke, the middle-aged man who looked like a teacher had continued: "All I said is true, so you should not be angry, because I can go, but you cannot. I hope you can think clearly about your situation... Since there is a way out, I am not unwilling to give up. Since I am doomed to fail, I can choose to spend the rest of my life comfortably. But you should think clearly that you are different from me, so in the next battle, you should not be as unbearable as those people before, and don't leave a way out for yourself when others are fighting hard."

"Feel sorry."

He nodded to the middle-aged woman and another fisherman-like cultivator, and said, "This should be the time when you are fighting as hard as they are... The Four-way Patrol King, the Eight Divine General, had one died in the Northern Wei Palace, and now another one went to kill the Northern Wei emperor in the palace. I think the current situation is, even if it can be successful, it will probably cost a considerable price. The Eight Divine Generals have disappeared from the hands of the Demon Sect. Just now, the three, one died, one was seriously injured and one fled, and two more divine generals went to the Southern Dynasty... But there are two more patrol Kings and one divine generals here, and there are also two more divine generals here.

The three people are extremely close to you, but they just don’t have the magic weapon you have. If you are a patrol king and a god general, plus these three people, cannot quickly solve these three practitioners who have been seriously damaged, and I still have a way out, and I will fight as hard as you, even if I can really win this war here, I think those who survive will not be the ultimate winner, and they will be ready to become food for the Demon Sect when they live. As for Hebayue, I’m sorry, like his father, I always don’t have much confidence in him, and it has nothing to do with cultivation."

The practitioner who looked like a fisherman next to the middle-aged woman was always quiet.

Before this, although he was shocked when Li Liangling was killed, he quickly returned to his calm thinking.

He had known about the man who looked like a teacher before, so he knew very well that every word the other person said was very meaningful.

After listening carefully to each other's words, he was sure that there was no need to refute.

This is indeed the truth that everyone else who has the ability to change the outcome of this war needs to be clear.

This man who looks like a teacher is the descendant of the Western King of Survey. Before that, he was originally the strongest among the Four Kings of Survey, even surpassing Hebadu.

Even if Hebayue is here, even if they all oppose it, it is impossible to threaten him to do anything.

"You're right."

So this fisherman-like practitioner, the inheritor of the Southern Survey King, glanced at the middle-aged woman, signaled the other party to calm down, then nodded, and said, "If we can't solve these three people, there is no need to continue the war in the future. We can never have any ideas about the world or choose to surrender."

The man who looked like a teacher looked at him calmly and stopped talking.

He knew that the inheritor of the Southern Visitor King was also stronger than those people, and of course there was hope for this war.
Chapter completed!