The long sword slashed on Lin Yi's shoulder fell like a dead leaf swept away by the autumn wind.

Lin Yi naturally caught it and threw it towards the broken wall behind him where many swords were already inserted.

A loud sound of breaking through the air sounded in front of him.

A swordsman in black clothes stepped on the shoulders of a cavalry and rushed towards him like a flying swallow. The bright silver sword in his hand turned into dozens of sword lights, and continued to absorb the light falling in the sky, becoming brighter and brighter.

The sword of this man is strange and changeable, and it is even hard to understand which sword is the real sword.

However, Lin Yi's standing posture did not change.

He just waved his heart with Zhenhe Tower in an extremely simple manner.

His Zhenhe Pagoda Heart grew much more and heavier than this man's sword.

He smashed all the sword shadows, no matter which one is the real sword

Like a mountain shadow hitting a bright moon.

A click.

The sword in the hands of this Northern Wei sword master was shattered into countless bright fragments.

The sword light suddenly rises!

There was also a short sword in the sleeve of the left hand of this Northern Wei sword master.

When the sword light appeared, his body suddenly shrank, and his whole body fell to the ground incredibly like a meat ball, but the sword light bounced, stabbing Lin Yi's lower abdomen at a terrifying speed.

The sword light fell on Lin Yi's lower abdomen, but there was no sound of piercing into the flesh and blood, but there was a crisp crack.

Lin Yi's left fist fell on his wrist.

It was also a blood-collision, and the Northern Wei sword master's wrist was broken.

It was naturally extremely painful for the broken wrist, but the Northern Wei sword master did not seem to feel any pain at all. He let out a sharp roar and a substantial sword light sprayed out from his mouth, hitting Lin Yi's face!

At such a close distance, Lin Yi didn't have time to dodge.

As the sword light fell, he closed his eyes and a redness suddenly surged on his face.

There was a dull sound, followed by a dull roar like thunder.

The sword light exploded on his face, without any blood, but a layer of red elixir fog was shaking.

Lin Yi's face seemed to be covered with a red mask.

The body of this Northern Wei sword master was kicked out like the previous Northern Wei black armored practitioner.

...

Shocking screams kept ringing on the Jiangxinzhou and the north shore.

As this sound continued to reach the ears of the powerful and generals, the latest battle at the end of the pontoon bridge was also heard.

"The Beigong Mo of Yinshan Sword Sect was kicked and killed by Lin Yi!"

"Su Bailu, a priest from Tianhe Guang family, was shot and killed by Lin Yi with a gun!"

"General Nian Guang was killed by a knife!"

“…….”

A series of trembling sounds kept coming.

"Enough!"

A powerful man couldn't help but shout.

Like everyone in this army, he really wanted to know what was going on there, but such a sound made all of them increasingly unbearable.

“How long will it take?”

A powerful family member who felt that he was breathing extremely poorly asked in a cold voice.

"About fifty left..."

Someone answered.

The bridge could only support a maximum of one cup of tea. A cup of tea was only a moment, and it was very short. At this time, only fifty left... From counting to fifty, what else can I do in such a time?

...

These powerful people who had not seen the battle with their own eyes were filled with despair and panic, but for the Northern Wei soldiers and practitioners on Jiangxinzhou, they felt more than despair.

Before this bridge was formed, all the Northern Wei people present wanted to remove Lin Yi's armor.

In their imagination or hope, after Lin Yi's armor was removed, he lost his previous combat power, especially those generals who came with Xi Ruyu, who especially thought so.

In order to prevent the Northern Wei practitioners from removing Lin Yi's armor, many people in the Jiange died, but no one expected that after Lin Yi's armor was removed, no one in the Jiange took action.

Lin Yi was standing there, and it seemed that the people in Jiange didn't need to take action.

Among the practitioners who died in his hands one after another, several of them were already high-level practitioners in Chengtian realm. In the previous battles, without the heavy armor of Tengshe on his body, Lin Yi could not have killed such a practitioner like this.

Such despair was enough to affect the powerful families who were struggling with their lives.

Countless screams rang out on the bridge.

The bridge deck began to tremble, and the originally hard bridge deck began to appear, with wetness seeping out from below.

Fifty times are just the limit.

This bridge has actually begun to collapse.

Collapse is always much faster than building.

When wetness seeps out of the soil, in just a few breaths, the hard soil has begun to become wet and soft, and many places fall off like melted ice surfaces and fall down.

The army that had originally flocked forward began to retreat desperately.

On the shore of Jiangxinzhou, all the Northern Wei practitioners and generals looked at Lin Yi who were still standing there, with some blood marks on their faces. They felt like countless sand and gravel were blocked in their chests, just like the soil that fell from the bridge, which did not return to the river, but fell into their chests.

This is a bridge of tea built by consuming the precious true essence of a practitioner in the realm of divine thoughts and the lives of all practitioners who practice this kind of exercise.

However, the significance of this bridge after its formation... actually caused them to send many cultivators and true energy heavy armor over to kill Lin Yi and Jiange?

...

The Northern Wei general who maintained the bridge with his precious true energy felt the early collapse of the bridge.

He is less willing than anyone else.

Even Yang Dian and his generals who decided to make such a plan were unwilling to do so.

But he could not control the death and early collapse of those powerful families.

His remaining power could not support the bridge independently, and he could not even support one more breath.

He raised his head with great reluctance and looked at the young and powerful Southern Dynasty practitioner.

He squeezed all his remaining power towards Lin Yi.

The river roared.

The hard mud bridge disappeared instantly, and countless soldiers and war horses smashed into the water.

A terrible talisman condensed in the turbid waves.

Dozens of mud flows rotated in the water, like dozens of giant pythons reunited again, instantly slapped at Lin Yi!

The wind roared wildly.

The Tianbi treasure clothes on Lin Yi were clamoring.

Yuan Dao Ren frowned slightly.

This is the power from the realm of divine thoughts, and he originally subconsciously wanted to take action.

However, he forced himself to suppress the intuitive reaction of the true energy in his body.

This is just the remaining power of this practitioner in the divine mind realm. He vaguely felt that Lin Yi could withstand such power.
Chapter completed!