The five arrows spread out in the air, turning into a dense drizzle, and sprinkled on the Northern Wei infantry army below.

An unspeakable wry smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the Northern Wei archer who shot these five arrows.

When the drizzle fell, countless terrible screams rang out.

This Northern Wei archer was the same as the sergeants around him, and the flesh and blood on their faces quickly rotted and fell off.

Come and don't be rude.

These five arrows are very special poisoned arrows, the shaft of the arrow is hollow, and it contains rotten bone poison.

In the opinion of this Northern Wei archer, since the Sword Pavilion could use poison against them, then of course he could also use poison against Lin Yi.

However, he never imagined that someone would be able to catch these five arrows from a violent rain of arrows, so that the arrows would not break, and then return the original ones.

Death should be the main melody on the river today.

The dead and silent Zhenyuan heavy armor piled up like rocks on the shore, and then these Northern Wei infantry soldiers who died in the poison were like broken flakes that were hit by the waves on the shore, but these did not stop the footsteps of those Northern Wei people in the rear.

A light cavalry trampled on the corpses of those fallen infantry soldiers, spreading like a tide, and in the center of this light cavalry army, there were more than twenty swordsmen dressed in white.

These swordsmen all belonged to a certain gate lord in Luoyang, and they did not follow Xi Ruyu, but had always been in Yang Lu's army.

The man in the Sword Pavilion with six fingers behind Lin Yi coughed lightly.

He conditioned the qi in his body, making sure that he should be able to shoot four more arrows.

He took a deep breath, raised the black iron bow in his hand, and then looked past the cavalry and swordsmen, and fell into the distance.

On the shore of Jiangxinzhou, a Northern Wei general who was shouting orders suddenly became terrified.

He felt a chilling killing intent flying through the air.

There was a pop, but the moment his body swept backwards rapidly, the head of a general who was standing not far from him burst open like a ripe watermelon.

The moment the general was killed, another arrow flew out from behind Lin Yi.

It is hard for all archers to imagine that there is an archer in this world who can shoot the enemy with such precision with a strong bow with a range of more than 200 paces, but the most terrifying thing seems to be.

Another Northern Wei general on the shore felt something, and he thought that this arrow was falling on him.

Even the rest of the people around him thought so.

This Northern Wei general took out his sword, and the sword light burst out like thunder.

However, the sword light was air everywhere, and the head of a Northern Wei general ten steps away from him burst open with a pop.

Four arrows fell, and the heads of the four Northern Wei generals burst.

"Confused Arrows. ”

Wei Guanxing looked at the person in the Sword Pavilion behind Lin Yi with admiration, he knew the origin of this person.

As far as he knew, this cultivator was originally supposed to be the worship of Han Zhibai, the former northern border army, but he didn't know how to be included in the Sword Pavilion.

"It's ridiculous. ”

Among the Northern Wei army on the north bank, a gate lord magnate from Luoyang trembled and scolded, "Who said that the Sword Pavilion is all left with some old, weak, sick and disabled waste....one person can kill many cultivators, and one person can kill hundreds of thousands of soldiers... How many of them are there? Who can afford to change like this?"

His voice represents the voice of the vast majority of powerful men in the army at this time.

Even if the people in the Sword Pavilion kept dying, this exchange had already plunged them into deep fear.

......

Another member of the Sword Pavilion passed away in his wake.

Those fiercely diffused True Yuan impacted on the armor behind Lin Yi, and then turned into countless tiny air currents that traveled through his armor and merged into his flesh and blood.

He's getting stronger.

The strength and will of every person in the Sword Pavilion who died in battle seemed to be becoming a part of his power.

Lin Yi didn't turn around.

He vaguely understood what the original people and these people meant.

They are dying to give him time, to give him time to become strong enough.

When!when!when!when......

A series of crisp thumps rang out in front of him.

The various weapons of the swarming Northern Wei light cavalry fell on him.

He stood still, and even the spears of some of the light cavalry with the momentum of the horses under him could not even make him swing backwards.

He lifted the heart of the Zhenhe Tower with one hand and waved it out.

A terrifying sound broke through the air in front of him.

More than ten riders who were touched by the heart of the Zhenhe Tower flew out with all their skin broken bones.

At this moment, the more than twenty white-clothed swordsmen wrapped in this cavalry army drew their swords at the same time.

Their swords are also white, with a deep groove in the center of the blade.

With a loud shout, the moment the swords of these white-clothed swordsmen broke away from the scabbard, many waterlines were born on the surface of the river.

Streams of water were drawn by the True Yuan power flowing from their sword bodies, landed on the sword body, and shot out along the deep groove.

Dozens of finger-thick torrents, separated by dozens of zhang distance, shot on Lin Yi's armor.

Water and even soft things, but when these dozens of thin streams fell on Lin Yi's armor, Lin Yi suddenly felt that his armor became heavy.

The world around him became viscous, and it was as if he was in a huge quagmire.

At this moment, dozens of yellow rune papers fell from the remnant wall behind Lin Yi.

These dozens of rune papers were like dozens of withered yellow fallen leaves falling in the stream, but when these dozens of rune papers fell into these streams, the bodies of the more than twenty white-clothed swordsmen shook at the same time, and blood rushed from their mouths and noses.

A light cavalry soldier flew up at this moment.

Those who can fly, of course, are not ordinary cavalrymen, but powerful cultivators.

At the moment when he soared, a dim sword light as a broken candle flew down from the remnant wall and pierced into his eyebrows.

However, before this sword light pierced his eyebrows, his right hand had already swung out.

All the True Essence in his body shot out from the palm of his right hand.

A white air stream with a biting chill slammed into Lin Yi's armor.

"Click...."

Countless cracking sounds sounded on Lin Yi's armor.

Not the shattering of armor, but the shattering of ice.

The water that tightly wrapped Lin Yi, along with those yellow rune papers, all froze into ice, and then continued to disintegrate like an iceberg.

The dim sword light as a candle pierced the Northern Wei cultivator disguised as an ordinary light horseman, leaking through the back of his head, and then the sword light faded and fell into the rear phalanx.

More than twenty white-clothed swordsmen had broken their meridians, and they all fell to the ground in a daze, and then they used their last strength to reluctantly raise their heads, looking at Lin Yi with hope, and looking at the heavy armor of the Teng Snake on his body.

Before they died, they finally saw the scene they wanted to see.

Bang!

A piece of armor fell off Lin Yi's body like a roof tile and fell to the ground.

One piece is followed by many pieces.

Pieces of armor fell off Lin Yi's body and fell to the ground.