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

Lin Yi naturally caught it, and then threw it at the remnant wall behind him where many swords had been inserted.

A loud cracking sound sounded in front of him.

A swordsman in a dark shirt stepped on the shoulders of a cavalryman like a flying swallow, and the bright silver long sword in his hand turned into dozens of sword lights, and continued to absorb the light falling from the sky, becoming brighter and brighter.

The man's sword is so strange and varied that it's hard to even figure out which one is the real one.

However, Lin Yi didn't even change his standing posture.

He just waved it away with the heart of the Zhenhe Tower.

The heart of his Zhenhe Tower was much longer and heavier than this man's sword.

He smashed at all the sword shadows, not caring which one was the real sword

Like a mountain shadow smashed on a bright moon.

There was a click.

The sword in the hand of this Northern Wei swordsman shattered into countless bright pieces.

The knife is shining!

This Northern Wei swordsman also has a short knife in the sleeve of his left hand.

When the sword light appeared, his body suddenly shrank, and the whole person fell to the ground like a ball of flesh in an incredible way, but the knife light flicked, stabbing Lin Yi's lower abdomen at a terrifying speed.

The knife light fell on Lin Yi's lower abdomen, but there was no sound of piercing the flesh, but a crisp click.

Lin Yi's left fist landed on his wrist.

It was also a collision of flesh and blood, and the wrist of this Northern Wei swordsman was broken.

Breaking his wrist was naturally extremely painful, but this Northern Wei swordsman didn't seem to feel any pain, he roared, and a substantial sword light erupted from his mouth, hitting Lin Yi's face!

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

When the sword light fell, he closed his eyes, and a layer of red quietly surged on his face.

There was a muffled pop, followed by a dull thunderous roar.

The sword light exploded on his face, and there was no blood, but a layer of red Dan mist vibrated out.

Lin Yi's face was like a red mask.

The body of this Northern Wei swordsman, like the previous Northern Wei Black Armor cultivator, was kicked and flew out.

......

Shocking cries continued to resound on Jiangxinzhou and on the north bank.

Along with this sound, the ears of those magnates and generals continued to reach the ears of the latest battle at the end of the pontoon bridge.

"The end of the North Palace of the Yinshan Sword Sect was kicked and killed by Lin Yi!"

"Tianhe Guangjia worships Su Bailu and was killed by Lin Yi with a gun!"

"General Nianguang was killed by snatching the sword!"

“......”

A more and more trembling voice kept coming.

"Enough!"

A powerful person couldn't help but shout.

He, like everyone in the army, really wanted to know what was going on there, but the sound of this made all of their hearts more and more unbearable.

"How much longer?"

A gate valve magnate who felt that he couldn't even breathe easily asked in a cold voice.

"About fifty left..."

Someone answered.

That bridge could only support the time of a maximum of one tea, a tea was only a moment, it was originally extremely short, and there were only fifty counts left at this time....from one to fifty, what else could you do in such a time?

......

The hearts of these powerful people in the battle who had not seen the battle were full of despair and panic, but for those Northern Wei soldiers and cultivators on Jiang Xinzhou, 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 would no longer have the same combat power as before, especially the generals who came with Xi Ruyu at the earliest, they especially thought so.

In order to prevent the cultivators of the Northern Wei Dynasty from removing Lin Yi's armor, many people in the Sword Pavilion died, but no one expected that when Lin Yi's armor was removed, no one in the Sword Pavilion would make a move.

Lin Yi was standing there, and it seemed that he didn't need anyone in the Sword Pavilion to make a move.

Among the cultivators who died in his hands one after another, several of them were already high-level cultivators of the Chengtian Realm, and in the previous battle, without the Teng Snake Heavy Armor on his body, it was impossible for Lin Yi to kill such a cultivator like this.

Such a desperate mood is enough to affect the several powerful men who are dying with their lives.

Countless exclamations rang out on the bridge.

The bridge deck began to tremble, and the originally hard stone bridge deck began to appear ravines, and dampness seeped out from below.

Fifty is just the limit of time.

The bridge, in fact, has begun to crumble.

Honkai will always come out much faster than it can be built.

As moisture seeps out of the dirt, in just a few breaths, the hard soil has begun to become sobbly and soft, and in many places it falls off and sinks like melting ice.

The army that had been swarming forward began to retreat desperately.

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

This is a bridge of tea that consumes the precious true essence of a cultivator of the Divine Mind Realm and the lives of all the cultivators who practice this kind of exercise.

However, the significance of the formation of this bridge... It turned out that instead they sent a lot of cultivators and True Yuan Heavy Armor over for Lin Yi and Sword Pavilion to kill?

......

The Divine Mind Realm Northern Wei general, who maintained the bridge with his precious True Yuan, felt the early collapse of the bridge.

He is more unwilling than anyone else.

Even more than Yang Lu, who decided to make such a plan, and his few generals were unwilling.

But he couldn't control the death and early collapse of those gatekeepers.

His remaining strength could not support the bridge on his own, not even one more breath.

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

He squeezed all his remaining strength towards Lin Yi.

The river roared.

The hard mud bridge disappeared in an instant, and countless sergeants and horses slammed into the water.

A terrifying talisman condensed in the turbid waves.

Dozens of mud streams swirled in the water, like dozens of giant pythons gathered together again, and instantly slapped towards Lin Yi!

The wind roared.

Lin Yi's Tianbi treasure clothes were hunting.

The original Daoren's brows furrowed slightly.

This is the power from the Divine Mind Realm, and he was originally going to make a move subconsciously.

However, he forcibly suppressed the intuitive reaction of the true element in his body.

This was just the residual strength of this Divine Mind Realm cultivator, and he vaguely felt that Lin Yi could withstand such power.

The most important thing is that he understands that Lin Yi blocking such a force alone will bring a fatal blow to the other party.

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