Jian Wenhou sensed the overwhelming power of the vitality, and his complexion still did not change at all.

His left hand, which was shrouded in his left sleeve, quietly lifted up, as if carrying an invisible weight.

On the pontoon bridge behind the more than ten cultivators, a flying sword quietly flew up.

This flying sword is full of wood grain, and the color is also similar to ordinary dead wood, I don't know when it lurked behind these more than ten cultivators, at this time, with the mind of Jian Wenhou, it flew up obliquely, fluttering lightly without any strong vitality, until it was more than ten feet away from those cultivators, these more than ten Northern Wei cultivators did not perceive its existence.

The faces of these more than ten cultivators instantly became extremely ugly.

The vitality power that they joined forces at this time was already very close to Sword Wenhou, but they knew that it was impossible to be as fast as Sword Wenhou.

"I'll go!"

A cultivator gritted his teeth and made a decision, he turned around and pounced directly at the flying sword.

He didn't expect to be able to deal with this flying sword, he just wanted to block this flying sword for a moment.

When this flying sword pierced into his flesh and blood, all the remaining true yuan power in his body at this time would also explode on this flying sword.

However, when he pounced on the flying sword, before his body really made contact with the flying sword, the flying sword had already fallen from in front of him.

The moment this flying sword fell, he didn't feel any terrifying aura from this sword.

"Pseudo-sword!"

He reacted, screaming in horror.

At the moment when the terrifying screams rang out, the bodies of the nine cultivators sneered at the same time.

The sound, similar to the leaking of a sheepskin valve, came from the throats of the nine cultivators.

A black flying sword fell from the night, instantly cutting off the vitality of the nine cultivators at a speed that even Divine Mind Realm cultivators couldn't capture.

The nine practitioners thumped like stone piles on the pontoon bridge below or into the water.

The moment the cultivator who wanted to block the pseudo-sword with his body turned around, he saw that he was already alone standing alone, and at the same time, he was cold to the bone, and at the same time, he watched the condensed vitality power of these cultivators collapse in front of Sword Wenhou.

The collapsed vitality was still extremely abundant, like a real tide hitting Jian Wenhou and Lin Yi's bodies.

It's just that the air is overflowing, and it can only blow the corners of their clothes and brush their hair, like a real flow of water is soft.

The surviving Northern Wei cultivator looked at Jian Wenhou in disbelief, looking at the black flying sword that disappeared into the night sky again, even if such a picture appeared in front of him so clearly, he still couldn't believe that a demi-saint like Jian Wenhou would use such a pseudo-sword method.

Jian Wenhou himself also felt a little emotional.

He was already very unfamiliar with the Imperial Envoy Flying Sword.

It's just that he has to cherish the true yuan.

The collapsed but still surging vitality slapped on Lin Yi's body, and while Lin Yi was shaking slightly, he felt his body very cold.

The vitality that hit him was like cold water falling into dry sand, and all of it was absorbed by his body.

A large amount of vitality that instantly poured into his body was like a stream of cold water mixed with his hot qi and blood, hedged, and then transformed.

These transformed aircurrents did not converge towards his dantian again, but rushed into his wounds.

The pain in his wound was greatly reduced.

His eyes lit up instantly.

He was a little hungry.

Before this Northern Wei army attacked the city wall with weapons, he was very full, but with the large consumption of physical strength, he was already hungry very quickly, at this time, after this surging Yuan Yichong, his intuition was good for his wounds, but it also made him feel very hungry.

The combination of True Yuan and his internal qi can do him great benefits, but it only makes him need food more to replenish his vitality.

After he talked about cultivation with Jian Wenhou, the concept of different paths and the same destination became clearer, people have taken grains as their staple food since ancient times, and grains can naturally replenish vitality. It's just that the five grains are too mild for those heaven and earth elixirs, so later cultivators will naturally go to the path of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth elixirs, and when the elixir of heaven and earth is not sufficient, the exercises studied by countless generations of cultivators are like turning themselves into heaven and earth elixirs, drawing heaven and earth spiritual energy from between heaven and earth.

All the True Yuan exercises are like learning from those heaven and earth elixirs, and extracting the heaven and earth spiritual energy as quickly as possible.

From this point of view, it is not difficult to understand the path taken by Dajura.

Although the qi of the five grains is meager, and the amount of nourishing vitality is very small, the Dajura Gong method is to study how to replenish the amount and how to eat as much as possible, so as to accumulate a lot and squeeze out the usable vitality.

And the Dajura ration should be a special case among the grains.

"Tolerance!

He shouted at Zhongli behind him.

At this time, the clock left the city everywhere with the sound of killing, at least more than 20,000 Northern Wei troops entered the city, at this time most of the people he saw were the figures of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he didn't know if Rong Yi was still alive at this time, but he knew that if Rong Yi was alive and could hear his voice, Rong Yi would definitely come to meet him with rations.

He was a little lacking in energy at this time, and although he shouted loudly, it was easy to be muffled by those murderous voices.

"Tolerance!

Diesel Salt didn't understand the meaning of Lin Yi's words, but he didn't even think about it, and directly encouraged Zhenyuan and shouted.

His shouts were like muffled thunder, billowing through the clouds above Zhongli City.

Bai Yuelu stopped.

She heard the shouts of Rong Yi and diesel salt successively, because at this time, she and Qi Zhuji and the others behind her were not far from the section of the city wall where Lin Yi was, but listening to such a voice, she took a deep breath, and she suddenly thought of where Rong Yi might be.

......

Rong Yi is still alive.

He didn't hear Lin Yi's shout, but he heard the sound of diesel salt rolling like thunder.

He understood for the first time that Lin Yi needed Da Kuluo rations.

It's just that he is very sad now, and he feels that he may not be able to deliver the Dajuluo rations to Lin Yi's hands so quickly.

He looked at Chen Qianru who was unconscious on the straw mat in front of him, and his heart was even more sad.

He was in a dilapidated house.

The dilapidated house was not far from a camp in the city where the wounded were housed.

Not long ago, a Northern Wei army swept through the camp, and in a fierce battle, the Southern Dynasty soldiers in the camp had already dispersed.

When he saw the fire in this camp from afar, he rushed over without thinking for the first time.

He really saved Chen Qianru.

It's just that there is no joy in his heart.

Because he was able to save Chen Qianru, it was not because of the desperate efforts of some Southern Dynasty soldiers, but when he arrived, among the several broken tents, Chen Qianru was lying among the corpses on the ground, and he was still alive, just because he was too seriously injured, I am afraid that those Northern Wei soldiers also thought that he was dead and did not notice his existence at all.

The military advisor of the Chen family in the Southern Dynasty used to be a prominent and powerful figure, and he was so important to the entire Southern Dynasty, but now he is like a broken seat on the battlefield, and he does not attract attention at all.

That's where his sadness lies.

He knew in his heart that in such a Zhongli City, Chen Qianru might not be able to survive, but listening to Chen Qianru's extremely weak breathing, he was reluctant to let such a person die so lonely.

(I was also a little sad because I found out that I seemed to have missed an important person, Lin Yi's coachman, who called his uncle's Yu Zengchen.) This is an important character, but I neglected to be with Qi Zhuji and them, or with Wei Guanxing and others? I have to turn over chapter by chapter to find it, this is my pot....but the plot must be remedied, otherwise I really dig a hole for myself. If you have an impression, please remind me. There are prizes. ）