Yuan Qingyu's body flew out of the palace.

Part of it was Lin Yi's power that directly knocked him out, and part of it was the True Yuan in his body that followed his will to escape and loyally pushed his body farther away.

The higher and farther you fly, the worse you fall.

Bang.

He smashed into a treasury outside the palace.

This storeroom is the Orchestra Workshop, and it is filled with instruments that have been completed for the liturgy.

His body slammed through the roof, crashed in, and rolled with the bells and drums, and the unlost force shattered a wall.

He rolled into the alley outside the storehouse with the broken musical instruments.

Most of the bones in his body were broken, and the meridians in his body were broken to the point that almost none of them were intact.

The afterglow of the collision of breath in his body made his body look like a raft that had been shot through countless holes, and it seemed that there was air leaking everywhere.

In the slightest sound, small air currents continued to rush out of his body along with the blood mist.

This battle had already attracted everyone in the city, and everyone in the city was waiting for the final result of this battle, until this time, the vast majority of the people in the city did not know who flew out, and they did not even know whether this person was their own or an enemy.

But in the blink of a breath, many irrepressible cheers rang out in the palace, and then more cheers rang out in the city.

Such cheers foreshadowed the outcome of the battle, especially the fact that their revered emperor was still alive.

The sound of several arrows breaking through the air rang out.

The arrows did not come from the defenders around the palace, but from the surrounding streets.

Since it was certain that this man was an enemy, the people in Luoyang City naturally wanted to deal with him, and those sergeants would not take further action until they received a definite order.

These arrows came from a young man from a certain academy in Luoyang, from the nursing home of a wealthy family, from a coachman, and even from a musician near the music square.

Most of the adult men in the Northern Wei Dynasty would learn bows and arrows, but these people were not archers in the army, and the arrows they used were only produced by some folk workshops, plus they were not skilled in archery, at this time, these arrows fell from all around, and even only one arrow was accurate, and it really fell to Yuan Qingyu's body.

However, there was a soft pop.

Blood flowers surged from Yuan Qingyu's body.

It was such an extremely ordinary arrow, but it was nailed into Yuan Qingyu's body.

The arrow pierced through Yuan Qingyu's right rib and pierced into his internal organs.

Yuan Qingyu's body struggling in pain suddenly stiffened, and there was an instant silence around this street and alley, but in the next moment, there was a louder cheer in this street and alley!

The sound of arrows breaking through the air resumed.

Yuan Qingyu stared at the sky with wide eyes like a dying fish.

He couldn't see the arrows that fell, but he knew his fate.

Too much fear made him dazed at this moment.

He never even dreamed that he would die like this in such a street and alley.

Lin Yi stood in the smoke and ruins.

Flames descended from the sky behind him.

The emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty looked at this young man, and he became more and more envious and jealous, why was such a young man not born in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

He bowed seriously to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi also saluted him seriously.

Even during the Battle of Zhongli, Yuanying, the king of Zhongshan, and the king of the Northern Wei Dynasty were opponents he had to respect, let alone now.

If there was no heart-to-heart communication, it would be impossible for him to defeat Yuan Qingyu with one punch.

"I'm going to Guanlong right away. ”

He didn't care about Yuan Qingyu who was knocked out by him, because he knew very well that Yuan Qingyu's injuries were too serious to escape from Luoyang, and all he cared about at this time was this king who was extremely decisive in provoking this war, he looked at the Emperor of Northern Wei and asked, "Is it safe for you to stay here?"

"I'll go with you. ”

The Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty looked at the flames falling from the sky, "My True Yuan can't last long, but at least it can help you fly faster." ”

......

These descendants of the Patrol King and the Divine General, they are indeed not familiar with each other.

On the battlefield of Guanlong, those powerful beings in Guanlong's army did not know that in Luoyang City, their companion was being killed by the human world, and they were cutting off their breath in a daze.

But the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty on the battlefield of Guanlong sensed what was happening in Luoyang.

He felt the battle there, and he felt that his twin brother was alive and well.

So he was really a little moved.

He nodded at Wu Guzhi and said, "As you said, we should have a chance." ”

Helan black clouds fell on his side, standing side by side with him.

As she fell, she held out her hand to the sky ahead.

The death horn of the old man named Li Liangling fell into her hands.

The plain outside the Tianwu River began to shake violently again, just like the mood of all the cultivators who were here.

It was another cavalry army of the Northern Wei Dynasty that began to charge towards Guanlong's Chinese army.

......

"I don't care what you think, it seems to me that if things have progressed to such a point, it means that the previous plan has gone completely wrong, and I feel like I'm starting to get out of hand. If you can't get rid of these three people quickly, I won't do anything, and I'll leave soon. ”

A middle-aged man dressed in ordinary coarse cloth clothes, like a teacher, was in the formation of the Northern Wei army at this time, and there were many collapsed ordnance on his side, he looked at the two cultivators beside him and said.

His expression is very calm, without the slightest taste of coercion and temptation, but it gives people the feeling that it is full of endless coercion and unquestionable taste.

"If you leave, are you really willing?"

Faced with his words, the person he was talking to, a middle-aged woman among the two cultivators, asked rhetorically.

The middle-aged woman was dressed in a patched blue cloth with holes, and her cloth shoes were even stained with mud.

She looked strong and had an extremely healthy complexion, with a hint of red in her bronz.

At this time, her eyes at this time were full of unwillingness and anger.

"It's been so many years that we've finally come to this point... Are you really willing to fall short?"

The middle-aged woman looked at the gentleman-like man and said coldly: "And the old money should have died in the hands of the Demon Sect, even if we pursue self-preservation and get out here, we will definitely be found out by the Demon Sect again in the future, except to win this war, we have no way out." ”

"It's you who have no way out, not including me. ”

The middle-aged man's face was still calm, and he glanced at Helan Hei

Yun and the others said seriously: "In terms of constricting my own aura, there should be no one in this world who is stronger than me, as long as I don't want to be discovered by someone in this world, no one can find me, and neither can the Demon Sect, so I have to worry about being hunted down by the Demon Sect, not me." ”

The middle-aged woman's blood was a little agitated, and her face turned red.

But before she could speak, the middle-aged man who looked like a teacher had already continued: "All I said is the truth, so you shouldn't be angry, because I can go, but you can't." I want you to think through your situation...... Since there is a way out, I have nothing to be unwilling to, and since I am doomed to fail, I can choose to spend the rest of my life very comfortably. But you should think clearly, you are different from me, so in the next battle, you should not be as unbearable as those people before, and don't leave a way out for yourself when others are desperate. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

He bowed to the middle-aged woman and another fisherman-like cultivator, and said, "This should be the time when you are as desperate as they are... The Quartet Patrol King, the eight god generals, has already died in the Northern Wei Palace, and now there is another one to kill the Northern Wei Emperor in the palace, I think the current situation, even if it can succeed, I am afraid it will have to pay a considerable price. Of the eight divine generals, two have disappeared from the hands of the Demon Sect. Just now, the three of them, one died, one was seriously injured and one fled, and two gods went to the Southern Dynasty... But there are still two Patrol Kings and one Divine General here, and there are three people whose strength is infinitely close to you, but they just don't have the magic weapons you have. If one of you is a patrol king and a god general, plus these three people can't quickly solve these three cultivators who have been greatly injured, and I have to retreat and I am as desperate as you, even if you can really win this war here, I think that the survivors will not be able to become the ultimate victors, and they are also preparing to become the food of the Demon Sect when they are alive. As for He Batyue, I'm sorry, I'm just like his father, I don't have much confidence in him all the time, and it has nothing to do with cultivation. ”

The fisherman-like cultivator next to the middle-aged woman had been very quiet.

Although he was also shocked when Li Liangling was killed before this, he quickly regained his calm thinking.

He knew the man who looked like a teacher before, so he knew very well that every word he said meant something.

He listened carefully to every word of the other party, and decided that there was no need to argue.

This is indeed what all the remaining of them who have the power to change the outcome of this war need to be clear.

This man who looked like a teacher was the descendant of the Western Patrol King, and before that, he was originally the strongest of the Four Patrol Kings, even surpassing Hebatdu.

Now, even if He Batyue was here, even if all of them were against it, it was impossible to coerce him into doing anything.

"You're right. ”

Therefore, this fisherman-like cultivator, the inheritor of the Southern Patrol King, he glanced at the middle-aged woman, motioned for the other party to calm down, then nodded, and said, "If we people can't solve these three people, there is indeed no need to continue the next war, and we can not have any thoughts about the human world from now on, or choose to surrender." ”

The teaching-looking man gave him a calm look, then stopped talking.

He knew that the inheritor of the Southern Patrol King was also stronger than those people, and of course there was hope for this war.

It's just that I've been forced to this extent by the human world...... Perhaps only him, as well as He Batyue, who had always been on the wrong path with him, was sober enough.