The sword and the iron rod intersected, and there was a terrifying roar,

Lin Yi's figure suddenly stopped in the air, and then was shocked backwards and flew out by the terrifying power contained in the iron rod.

With the cheers of the Northern Wei army on the river bank behind him, Han Qiu roared angrily, but he was not able to jump up immediately.

What he was beneath his feet was not flat ground, but driftwood.

His body sank down, and the driftwood that landed on his feet was raised high at the other end, and his feet sank into the water.

Lin Yi landed, and then ran towards Han Qiuxi again!

Han Qiuyan didn't have any sense of fear, with the blow just now, he was sure that there was a certain gap between the other party and himself in terms of strength, even if the other party was the weirdest cultivator he had ever seen, but he was very sure that the other party was a cultivator under divine thoughts.

There was a roar at his feet.

It was similar to the sound of his feet trampling on driftwood when he came running with an iron rod.

Two powerful True Elements burst out from the soles of his feet, and the driftwood beneath his feet exploded like fragile thin ice.

His body was pulled out of the water and ejected, flying into the air.

The iron rod in his hand made a heart-palpitating whistling sound, and the strong fluctuating vitality was like a black flame entwining around the iron rod.

Everyone naturally felt that the iron rod and the sword in Lin Yi's hand would meet again, because Lin Yi's previous fighting style and the appearance of running wild at this time also gave people an intuition that he would definitely use brute force to compete.

The most important thing is that in the face of the iron rod that fell from the air, Lin Yi also shouted violently and swung his sword to the sky.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that the moment the iron rod fell, Lin Yi's figure had disappeared from under the iron bar.

His body, which had been as heavy as a galloping carriage, floated out like leaves carried by the wind.

The sword in his hand was not like a sword, but like a rope falling from the sky, tearing him out.

His figure and Han Qiuyan's figure staggered past and appeared behind Han Qiuyan.

A crimson mist exploded under his feet, and then his body rose incredibly upward, and the sword in his hand turned into a frenzied flame of light, slashing towards Han Qiuyan's back!

Han Qiu let out a muffled snort of pain.

The True Yuan in his body that was constantly spurting towards his hands was forcibly reversed by him, and his body rushed forward a few more feet, and with the flick of the iron rods of both hands, his whole person also turned sideways.

When there was a bang!

The sword and the iron rod meet again.

Han Qiuyan coughed up a mouthful of blood.

It wasn't because of his lack of strength that he was shocked and injured in his internal organs, but because his own True Yuan was flowing too violently, and it had exceeded the limit of what his body could bear.

Yet his eyes lit up.

Because there was a sound of breaking the air.

The sword in Lin Yi's hand flew out of his hand.

The iron rod in his hand continued to move forward, smashing into Lin Yi's chest.

The look on Lin Yi's face still didn't change much.

Because it was all he expected.

The sword in his hand was not just out of his hands because sheer strength couldn't compete with it, but because he didn't want his body to fly out uncontrollably.

Facing the iron rod that was still in his strength, his left hand fell directly first, and then his right hand, which was originally holding the sword.

The moment his hands landed on the iron rod, Han Qiuyan, a cultivator of the Winter Cloud Sword Academy, shouted again, and the iron rod in his hand trembled violently, wanting to directly shatter the ten fingers of Lin Yi's hands!

But everything was different from what he had in mind.

There was a sound between the iron rod and Lin Yi's palm fingers, like a stormy crash, and a crimson pink mist kept pouring out from between Lin Yi's fingers, but Lin Yi's fingers were always like iron tongs on his stick.

Almost intuitively, this cultivator of the Winter Cloud Sword Academy, whose usual fighting style was also known for his violence, roared angrily, and kicked towards Lin Yi with a kick the moment when his hands were holding each other.

The wind is howling.

His kick also feels like a sweeping iron rod.

Lin Yi's reaction was also very direct.

He also swept straight over.

Kick for kick.

Then there was a crackling sound.

Everyone breathed in one breath.

That's the sound of broken bones.

A terrible cry rang out.

More than the pain, there was more shock and incomprehension.

Han Qiuyan's leg was broken.

But his body did not fall, because even his intact foot was off the ground.

Lin Yi's hands held his iron rod extremely steadily, and he picked it up, lifting his whole person up.

It's just that the intense pain at this moment, he didn't have time to call on more True Yuan, and the True Yuan that he was surging on the iron rod could no longer compete with Lin Yi's strength.

To be more precise, those True Yuan who rushed towards Lin Yi's hands quickly disintegrated.

There was a slight grinding sound between his fingers and the rough surface of the iron rod, and then he lost control of the iron rod.

His body suddenly left the ground, and was thrown backwards by Lin Yi, and after flying a distance of several zhang, he fell heavily to the ground!

Lin Yi grabbed the iron rod and slowly turned around, looking at the cultivator of the Winter Cloud Sword Academy who was smashed on the pontoon bridge, and looked at the river bank opposite.

All the Northern Wei soldiers on the opposite bank of the river had difficulty breathing, including the military advisor.

It was extremely rare for a flying sword to be snatched away, and no one would have thought that such a heavy iron rod of a cultivator would be directly snatched by Lin Yi in his hand.

Many people's eyes fell on the foot that Lin Yi had just kicked out.

The image of Fang Cai subconsciously appeared in their minds, and an extremely uncomfortable feeling kept echoing in their bodies.

This leg of his is truly like iron.

"How so!"

The remaining cultivator of the Winter Cloud Sword Academy supported Han Qiuyan, who was difficult to get up for a while, and he squatted on the ground, looking up at Lin Yi, his face was extremely pale. He knew his senior brother Han Qiuyan very well, Han Qiuyan's cultivation in the Dongyun Sword Academy was originally different from theirs, he took a purely fierce path, and his body was also tempered with a variety of secret medicines, not only was the explosive power more amazing, but more importantly, his body bones were really much harder than ordinary cultivators. But under the collision between the two, how could it be that his senior brother's leg was broken.

There was applause.

It was Qi Zhuji who was applauding.

Qi Zhuji looked at the cultivator of the Dongyun Sword Academy, who had lost his soul at this time, and looked at the Northern Wei army opposite, applauding and laughing.

Not far behind him, Bai Yuelu, who was standing quietly, had a look of emotion in her eyes.

Lin Yi is not just that kind of natural general, he is also a cultivator with extremely amazing talents.

Although she taught Lin Yi footwork, she didn't expect Lin Yi to be able to perfectly integrate swordsmanship, Danmercury sword and such footwork.

He's really strong.

So strong that even she felt terrible when she was on his side.