Even if an ordinary practitioner is rushing to the formation, he is just like a sharp sword breaking through the waves of water, penetrated deep into the enemy and was unstoppable. However, Lin Yi's rushing to the formation at this time gives people the feeling that a person is like a wall, and he must block all the people of this cavalry in front of his wall!

Qi Zhuji did not follow Lin Yi immediately. He looked at Lin Yi's back with a complicated look.

If there were no special people in this cavalry, I'm afraid that most of the time he would just watch Lin Yi fight.

But the Northern Wei cavalry in front of Lin Yi did not think so.

The several riders who were rushing towards him were separated to both sides, but several black ropes stretched straight. With the shouts of the Northern Wei soldiers on the riding, they fell like several bamboo poles horizontally in the night, falling towards Lin Yi's body.

After the separated riders, several hissings and several arrows were filled with violent momentum, falling straight to Lin Yi's face.

Lin Yi originally wanted to try not to let any Northern Wei cavalry rush behind him, but this unique number of arrows made him change his mind.

"You should have shot the three of our posts just now, so you will die first."

He looked at the Northern Wei practitioner who shot archers in the cavalry and said.

Even though the arrow shot from such a powerful crossbow that shot directly at the face from a very close distance was as fast as a flying sword, it was still a bit too slow for him.

When he said the first word, he bowed slightly, as if he was saluting the opponent solemnly, but the arrows were avoided by him and flew directly over his head.

The sword in his hand slapped out fiercely again, with a violent feeling that he had never had before.

The sword body slapped the several black ropes, and the black rope made of unique beef tendons made a burst sound. Several Northern Wei cavalrymen tried their best together, and their feet were tightly squeezing into the stirrups, but the power of several people could not compete with Lin Yi's power.

With several incredible screams of horror, the Northern Wei cavalry were overturned on the horse's back. Their feet were not too late to escape from the stirrups and were dragged on the ground by the war horses they rode.

The Northern Wei practitioner holding a unique horn bow with a very sharp end at both ends contracted violently.

He was a middle-aged man with gray temples and his armor was no different from that of ordinary soldiers, but his hair was tidy and tied up with a cloth belt behind him, just like many people in the Southern Dynasty.

Although Lin Yi was still separated from him by seven or eight horses, there was still a bitter cold in his heart when Lin Yi bowed and saw that, and he did not doubt that this young Southern Dynasty general had the possibility of killing him.

At this moment, another short sound of the Northern Wei cavalry sounded from the Northern Wei cavalry and drank it out in the Northern Wei language, which made all the Southern Dynasties present unable to understand.

As the military order sounded, all the cavalry that had originally charged straight towards Lin Yi suddenly dispersed, and no cavalry rushed towards Lin Yi.

The figures of Li Moxiao and Qi Zhuji rushed out of the black mist.

Lin Yi's strength had already won them time. Li Moxiao's eyes narrowed into a line, and a trace of ruthlessness appeared on his face that he had never had before.

During this period, his flying sword never attacked, and many people even ignored his existence, but he was searching for the commander.

In such a chaotic army, his eyes had firmly locked in the main generals of this cavalry.

That was not one of the several riders who stayed behind and remained motionless, nor was it the one who repeatedly issued orders in the earthly language.

Among these enemy cavalry hidden in the night, he was extremely calm and keen to notice that before these military orders were initiated, the right hand of a Northern Wei cavalry not far from the cavalry who made a sound had quietly made several tiny moves in advance.

The cavalryman lowered his head slightly, unable to see his face clearly, but he was not young.

He had a scimitar in his hand, but a hilt was still exposed on his back.

This further confirms Li Moxiao's judgment at this time.

Swish.

The flying sword that he quietly suspended in the night above suddenly accelerated sharply, and the sound of his roar was like cutting several hard sheets of paper in an instant.

The sword light was like a meteor, shooting directly at the head of the main general in the cavalry.

There is no trick, just blindly fast and violent.

He did not make any sound to Lin Yi in front of him. He knew that Lin Yi would definitely understand what he wanted to express.

Lin Yi has already started running wildly.

The mud waves like lotus flowers bloomed around his feet. The power bursting out from his body made his body run and leaping posture look different from ordinary practitioners. It was like a wooden block thrown by huge waves. It seemed that every step seemed to have lost balance, but the moment he fell, his body bounced forward again at a terrible speed.

His running speed is much faster than these war horses.

When Li Moxiao's flying sword accelerated sharply and fell to the head of the cavalry, he had already felt an unusual fluctuation around the cavalry's body. He instantly understood that Li Moxiao's sword was just pointing the direction for him.

When his eyes fell to the body of the rider, his own body had already reached the Northern Wei practitioner holding a horned bow.

The Northern Wei practitioner shouted loudly. He knew that no matter how much he drove the horse, he would not be able to pass Lin Yi quickly. He broke away from the horse's back and swept backwards. His hands kept moving, and he opened the strong bow in his hand. The bowstrings kept trembling, and five arrows shot at Lin Yi in succession.

A loud bang sounded on the horse he had just left!

He had just left his war horse, and Lin Yi had already stepped on the saddle of his war horse.

This high-level war horse from the Northern Wei Dynasty could not bear Lin Yi's stepping force. With a fierce neigh, the war horse hit the ground with a bang and splashed mud.

Lin Yi then stepped forward violently and his body raised a little higher. He did not dodge the five arrows coming towards him at all. He just used his chest to meet him with great might.

Puff puff puff puff puff...!

Like a heavy blow!

These five arrows fell on Lin Yi's chest almost at the same time, and broke in his chest at the same time. The powerful force caused Lin Yi's body to slightly frustrate, but it could not completely stop him from advancing.

The sword light burst out in his hand, and a knife seemed extremely fierce to slash it down on his head. However, in the moment of lightning, it suddenly became cold and drew a sinister arc, diagonally tangenting towards the neck of the Northern Wei practitioner.

The Northern Wei practitioner was covered in cold air, and he had no time to raise the horn bow in his hand to try to block the exquisite knife.

However, as Lin Yi's body fell naturally, Lin Yi's sword light cut through the lower edge of the corner bow, and did not fall on his neck, but on the corner of his mouth.

A bunch of blood gushed out.

The sharp blade coldly cut the head of the Northern Wei practitioner along the corner of his mouth.

Amid the horrifying screams and screams, blood and most of the flying heads were already behind Lin Yi.

The Northern Wei cavalry, who was determined by Li Moxiao, was the real commander and raised his head at this time.

He did not care about Lin Yi rushing towards him at the first time, but looked at the flying sword.

"Snatch!"

A strange shout burst out from between his lips and teeth.

A black light shot out from his hand and hit the flying sword that fell down with great accuracy.

With a crisp sound, a black mist wrapped around Li Moxiao's flying sword.

Li Mo's flying sword suddenly faded and fell to the ground in depressed state.

At the same time, the man let go of the long knife he had been holding in his hand, and his right palm slid in the air, as if he had drawn a circle out of thin air.

Two waves of air visible to the naked eye surged on the ground at the same time, wrapping up Lin Yi's feet.

Then the man drew his sword backhand and finished it in one go.

Most of the Northern Wei cavalrymen's swords were black or other dull colors, and some were deliberately painted with black dye, but their swords were bright silver-white.

With a swish.

There was a silver lightning in the night.
Chapter completed!