Any battle situation will change rapidly because some important figures in the battle situation will make different decisions at all times.

The old envoy of the Qi family was in a sedan chair under the city wall.

Through a thick city wall, he could clearly hear any subtle sound of water on the other side of the wall, including subtle traces of the walking of vital energy.

When the flying sword hidden in a pool of blood first sneaked up against the wall, it was like a sinister poisonous snake being noticed by him.

He guessed that Qi Zhuji might not be able to deal with this flying sword at this time, and the facts were the same.

He did have a serious obsession with cleanliness, so after he arrived in Zhongli City, he asked someone to find a very clean and comfortable sedan chair. However, the strong bloody smell on the wall continued to pour into his nose. The most important thing was that the blood foam floating down made the curtains of the sedan chair slowly turn dark red.

He felt a little anxious.

Even he rarely experienced such a tragic battle formation in his life.

There are two or three such battle formations?

I can't remember it very clearly.

But there has never been any time so unfavorable for him.

Since he had made a move, he always had to do something. After thinking about it, he changed his initial thoughts.

The bridge curtain in front of him suddenly broke along the top edge, and the crack was extremely neat, as if it was cut off by an extremely fast scissor in an instant.

The moment the curtain fell to the ground, Mr. Chen, who was considered a mysterious origin in the Qi family, had appeared above the city wall.

His figure was too fast, faster than many practitioners' perceptions, but the Northern Wei practitioner who had just lost his flying sword and spewed out a mouthful of blood first felt danger.

Without any hesitation, the Northern Wei practitioner roared loudly when he felt the danger, and the true energy in his body gushed out wildly, turning around and sweeping towards the state.

However, even so, in the perception of this Northern Wei practitioner, a dark cloud as heavy as a mountain fell down instantly and fell on him.

With a puff.

It's like a ball of dandelions being blown away.

The upper body of the Northern Wei practitioner who was sweeping wildly collapsed and disappeared, and the broken flesh and clothes flew into the distance with the air waves.

An ochre-colored sword roared back to the top of the city wall.

This sword is shorter than an ordinary sword, but it is also wider, much like the heavy sword used by some short but powerful warriors. No one would associate such a sword with the flying sword used by cultivators.

However, this sword is a flying sword.

Everyone was shocked and speechless when they saw this scene.

Even Qi Zhuji's breathing had paused. In his perception, the sword was like thunder falling from the sky, a huge mountain that was extremely heavy.

He didn't know much about this worshiper in his family, but he had occasionally seen this old worshiper using a sword before. This old worshiper was good at pointing his sword and various invisible sword energy, but he did not seem to have shown good at flying swords before. Even if he used a flying sword, he had seen it twice before but not using this kind of flying sword.

He did not expect that when the divine mind realm had to take full advantage, he would have to kill a cultivator like the other party, his power would be so violent.

He is not Lin Yi.

Compared with Lin Yi, he is more like a flower that noble people put in the window to take care of carefully.

Even though he was always with practitioners in the realm of divine thoughts since childhood, he still couldn't help but tremble at this moment. He was already brave enough, but when such a terrible attack that was too different from himself swept across, he still felt deeply afraid.

...

Mr. Chen stood beside a battle flag.

The battle flag was originally rushing in the night wind, but at this time it was stirred by the aura of his body, and even made a crackling sound.

Mr. Chen frowned and felt the rapid passage of precious true energy, but he did not stop.

The wide flying sword did not fly directly into the air and then fell back in front of him, but was wrapped in powerful forces, like a hoe, hoe along the wall and towards the pile of corpses on the city wall.

The Northern Wei army on the water instantly saw a terrifying scene.

This sword hoe produced a huge wave of blood.

Most of the Northern Wei soldiers who were climbing were fragmented without resistance, throwing out the flesh and blood in their bodies, and then the deafening sound of collapse sounded, and several ladders broke and collapsed at the same time.

The flying sword itself made a huge buzzing sound in the constant impact, giving people a feeling that it was almost disintegrating, but it did not stop harvesting life.

When it appeared above the city wall with a wave of blood, it swept across the Northern Wei soldiers who had already climbed the wall.

The sword light swept across three times, and the wall suddenly became empty.

Then everything slowed down.

Several Northern Wei soldiers stopped.

They found that just between one or two breaths, all the colleagues in front of them or behind them had fallen.

The reason they can stand is because they are on the edge.

...

The Northern Wei generals with round hats raised their heads and looked at the few remaining Northern Wei soldiers on the wall. He was silent for a moment, with complex emotions in his eyes. Then he raised his hand and made an order to stop the army.

He did not expect that the Southern Dynastic Realm practitioner in the city would take such a violent attack.

He is indeed a very powerful practitioner of the Divine Thought Realm, and he should also be a strong man in the Divine Thought Realm.

If you use such means to fight the enemy, the true energy loss will definitely be very severe.

Since the other party decided not to leave his precious true energy to the practitioners who would definitely come to the realm of divine thoughts, he could only make changes.

It was not that he suddenly couldn't bear to use the life of a sergeant to exchange the true energy of this man, but that such life-harvesting has begun to disintegrate the morale of his army.

If he did not conquer the army, he would no longer be able to control the army.

His judgment is fine.

Even the Northern Wei soldiers who were burned red by the death of their companions felt deeply desperate.

The emotion of despair squeezed out the blood like ice and snow, and then they felt fear and deep fatigue.

Everyone felt very tired.

Whether it is the Northern Wei soldiers on the pontoon bridge on the water surface, or the Southern Dynasty soldiers on the wall.

Even the Southern Dynasties soldiers on the city wall did not have the joy of victory. They looked at the bodies of some dead companions in front of them, so tired that they didn't even want to drag them out of the bodies of the Northern Wei soldiers.

Especially when looking at some of the broken limbs that can no longer be pieced together, many people want to cry.

The summer wind is obviously very hot, but everyone feels very cold.

Except for those Northern Wei generals, everyone wanted to see the sunrise as soon as possible.

No general in the Southern Dynasties could bear to urge these soldiers to clear the battlefield or destroy the piles on the pontoon bridge below, because they knew that this fatigue came not only from the body, but also from the heart.

Wang Chaozong stood silently in front of a true essence heavy armor.

The practitioner inside the Southern Dynasty True Yuan Heavy Armor was his colleague, and his cultivation was even stronger than him. This true Yuan Heavy Armor was the heavy armor that had previously fired a flying sword outside the southern city. However, the practitioner inside had stopped breathing, and even the heavy armor was difficult to remove from him after it was transformed. The two seemed to be completely integrated.

At this time, the East is still white.

There is at least half an hour left before the real sunrise.

But it is early in summer and time is still too slow.

"Get wine."

He took a deep breath, bowed to the practitioner in the True Yuan Heavy Armor, and shouted to some soldiers beside him.

Alcohol can make people impulsive, but the most useful thing is to relieve worries.

At this time, Zhongli City not only has enough food and supplies, but also has a lot of strong liquor.
Chapter completed!