Many soldiers of the Southern Dynasties didn't know how to deal with themselves.

They suddenly realized that they didn't seem to need to do anything themselves at this time.

No military orders sounded, and they were at a loss.

They even found that they didn't need to rush up and push off the long ladders leaning against the wall in the rain of each other's arrows.

They even understood Lin Yi’s thoughts a little.

After the long ladders are pushed open, they can be mounted again.

Even if these ladders are damaged, they can be repaired quickly, and even as the pontoon bridge becomes wider, more and more can be achieved.

The soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty gathered below and were always below, and there would be no reduction.

Lin Yi wanted these Northern Wei soldiers to come up and then kill them!

The Northern Wei soldiers on the long ladder began to rush up to the city wall. At the same time, more enemies rushed towards Lin Yi, and one after another, the Northern Wei soldiers rushed towards him one after another.

However, the results are the same.

When Lin Yi slashed out with a knife, two or three heads were originally flying out, but now four or five heads were flying out.

When he slashed out with a sword, three or four people were originally falling over and flying out of the city wall, but now five or six people were falling over and flying out of the city wall.

At the beginning, the first batch of practitioners and warriors who jumped down from the ladder were originally the strongest group of people in this cavalry. When these people were killed by him, the more Wei troops that came in succession could not make him feel more threatened.

The first group of people even made him move one step, but the Northern Wei soldiers who were slapped at him like waves were not even able to move him.

He stood still like a rock, and his expression did not change much.

His sword skills and sword moves did not even change much, and he seemed to have just a few moves over and over again. However, compared with these ordinary soldiers, his sword was still too fast and his power was still too strong.

The cultivator's flying sword was faster than his killing, much more shocking and terrifying than his sword. However, as time went by, everyone no longer felt like this.

The Northern Wei soldiers who rushed forward one after another kept rushing out of the city wall like rotten vegetables and fell down. The other Northern Wei soldiers who were still on the city wall did not win a better ending, and their bodies were just stacked in a staggered manner.

However, no Southern Dynasty soldier fell down, because there was always only one person facing the ladders and those long ladders.

The person's expression and movements seemed to have never changed.

Even the bravest Northern Wei soldiers, looking at the sword and sword that brought blood waves every time they swung them, were gradually occupied by fear.

....

Such a killing of enemies is the farther away from the city wall, the clearer it is.

Previously, during the project, the Northern Wei army was filled with shouts and harmony. However, as the battle progressed, such shouts and cheers gradually disappeared, and there were only constant screams of tragic and desperate screams on the city wall.

The pontoon bridges under the city were already crowded with piles of Northern Wei soldiers under the long ladder and cloud ladder, but there was a dead silence.

The more combat experience the warriors and practitioners are, the more they feel fear.

Yan Qinghe always held an attitude of not dying easily. For him, he was just a general who led the troops, so he only needed to be responsible for the bravery of the Northern Wei soldiers under his seat. As for the confidants who followed him to the Northern Wei Dynasty, he would not let them go up to die.

However, at this moment, looking at the constant killing figure on the city wall, his body began to tremble involuntarily.

He couldn't understand.

He had already seen Lin Yi's face clearly.

Although he was not aware of the many military situations of the Southern Dynasties, especially when he had become a general of the Northern Wei in the spring of this year, he could not directly infer Lin Yi's identity through Lin Yi's face, but Lin Yi was too young, and he could be sure that neither the Southern Dynasties nor the Northern Wei Dynasty could have such a young practitioner of the Divine Thought Realm.

However, if it were not a practitioner of the Divine Thought Realm, even a practitioner at the peak of the Chengtian Realm, fighting like this, the true energy in his body would probably not be able to support him for half an hour.

...

Behind Yan Qinghe, tens of thousands of Northern Wei troops, who were truly like a tide, had all been pressed on the river bank.

Because the size of the floating bridge could not accommodate too many troops to attack the city at this time, the tens of thousands of Northern Wei troops did not receive further military orders, but just stayed on the river bank.

Chenxiao was still flying in the sky behind them. Looking at the battle scenes on the city wall across the river, the army quickly became silent.

Not only Yan Qinghe, but almost no practitioner in this army has seen such a fighting style.

In a stop carriage, a middle-aged priest in a crimson robe slowly rolled up the curtain of the car door.

He quietly looked at the light brought by Lin Yi's sword and said softly: "This person is not an ordinary practitioner. His physical strength and endurance are amazing, and it seems that he did not use his true energy in battle."

"Then this person should be Lin Yi from Tie Ce Army."

Next to this carriage, a Northern Wei general with black soft armor was sitting on an extremely tall blue war horse. He was wearing a black iron mask on his face, with mysterious runes like layers of flowers. "The Tie Ce Army is one of the troops that supported this time, and I heard that the martial arts practiced by Lin Yi, the commander of the Tie Ce Army, was very strange, as if it was some way to only cultivate the body."

"Lin Yi?" The middle-aged priest wearing a crimson robe in the carriage shook his head and repeated the name, not sure what it was.

"It's Lin Wangbei's son." said the Northern Wei general.

"oh?"

The middle-aged priest was a little surprised. He looked at Lin Yi seriously again and then said softly: "Look at it again."

...

At this time, the particularly generous chariot also stopped in the Northern Wei army.

The particularly burly Northern Wei general sitting on the chariot was the commander of the army at this time. If he did not issue new military orders, the army would not make any new moves.

"As long as you are a human, you will be tired."

"If he wants to kill, let him kill."

"I want them to be completely desperate."

The extremely tall Northern Wei general said coldly.

His eyes were full of majesty and mockery, and of course there was no fear at all.

The man who looked like a military advisor beside him was silent, and only he understood the words of the Northern Wei general the soonest.

At this time, the number of their army was at least ten times that of the Southern Dynasties in Zhongli City.

The commander beside him wanted to remind the people of the Southern Dynasty in the city of this.

He really wanted to see what these Southern Dynasties people in the city felt like after they killed the enemy like this.

He didn't care about Yan Qinghe's three thousand cavalry at all.

And he didn't think that that man could kill all three thousand cavalrymen.
Chapter completed!