"Lin Yi!"

Qi Zhuji's shout rang out.

Lin Yi turned around, and his spirit was greatly boosted again.

He saw Bai Yuelu and Rong Yi's figures.

Bai Yuelu raised his hand.

A black shadow fell directly towards Lin Yi.

Lin Yi smelled the familiar smell, and he immediately burst out laughing, and his laughter became even wilder.

It's like drinking a good pot of wine without some meat, but after a glass of wine, you can cut some beef in sauce, which is just right, and it's really hearty.

He caught the grain bag thrown by Bai Yuelu, took off his mask, and poured the rations directly into his mouth.

A terrible sound of breaking the air sounded in the air.

A flying sword with a white air current, like a comet, fell towards Lin Yi's face door.

The Northern Wei cultivator who was holding this flying sword had no confidence to kill Lin Yi at this time, he just wanted to chop this cloth bag in Lin Yi's hand.

He and the rest of the Northern Wei cultivators didn't know what kind of "elixir" this was, but they always felt that Lin Yi was gulping down this thing at this time, and it was another disaster for them.

Facing this flying sword, Lin Yi made a move that no one could have imagined, and even a scoundrel.

He sat down directly, buried his head, almost buried his face in this grain bag, and bent over to eat.

Naturally, there could be no gaps between his knees, arms, ten fingers, and face, but this flying sword didn't even have the courage to try.

The owner of this flying sword just felt from the bottom of his heart that if the flying sword wanted to pierce through those gaps, it would definitely be directly held by Lin Yi, just like Lin Yi directly held the previous flying swords.

So the picture at this time is that there is no one next to Lin Yi. This flying sword, which is usually equivalent to death for those ordinary sergeants, is like a helpless fly around Lin Yi's body at this time.

Bai Yuelu saw that there were some marching iron pots in the corner of the city wall, as well as a lot of dry firewood.

The defenders of this Zhongli City are seriously insufficient, and many Southern Dynasty soldiers were on the city wall day and night before the wall was broken, and these marching iron pots should be the ones they used to eat before.

She thought about it, walked over directly, took a marching iron pot, poured some water from the water bladder in her hand and rinsed it, and then poured all the water in the water bladder into this iron pot, and then lit a fire and boiled the water.

She knew that that bag of marching rations should not be enough for Lin Yi.

According to Lin Yi's previous habits, he prefers to eat a batter like porridge after mixing with water, so that it tastes faster, and his mouth will not be full of crumbs and difficult to swallow.

It's just that at this time, she is doing the same thing as usual, and she seems to be a little unattended.

A fire was also lit on the north wall, which complemented the fire on the south wall.

In the Northern Wei Coalition Army, many cultivators in the private army of the powerful sect lords were worshipped, not the generals of the unified army, but even they could clearly feel that the morale of this Northern Wei army was extremely low at this time.

Something symbolic can have a fatal effect on morale in many cases.

For example, the forest that never falls, such as the fire on the south wall and the north wall at this time.

These things are invisibly revealing a message that this city is still in the hands of our Southern Dynasties.

The two Northern Wei cultivators unanimously gave up their plans to rush towards Jian Wenhou and Diesel Salt and the others, and they silently carried their knives, like fallen leaves blown by the breeze, drifting towards Bai Yuelu, who was cooking soup.

These two Northern Wei cultivators were extremely similar in stature, appearance, and even the knives in their hands.

They are two worshippers from the Beiyang Gate Valve in Luoyang, and they are twin brothers themselves.

Among all the cultivators who were ordered to come to besiege and kill Jian Wenhou, their True Yuan cultivation was the highest among them, and the cultivation of both of them had reached the peak of the Chengtian Realm, and they had already touched the edge of the Divine Mind Realm.

If it weren't for the advent of the spiritual famine, I am afraid that the two of them would truly usher in a transformation in the next three years and become cultivators of the Divine Mind Realm.

In addition to the strength of the True Yuan Cultivation, the worshippers of these two Beiyang Gate Lords also cultivated some secret techniques of combined attacks, and the two of them were more difficult to deal with than the ordinary three or four Chengtian Realm cultivators.

Rong Yi was very close to Bai Yuelu, he was holding the unconscious Chen Qianru, and he was still carrying those flying spears of Lin Yi on his back, his true yuan had been exhausted, and he had almost no combat power at this time.

But seeing the two figures that appeared in the dark, he still put down Chen Qianru as soon as possible, and wanted to go towards Bai Yuelu.

At this moment, the two Northern Wei cultivators suddenly stopped, and they looked up at the sky at the same time.

A flash of fire also appeared in the sky.

It's just that it wasn't a flaming arrow shot by a rider in the city.

The riders in the city were far from the north wall, and although the fire arrows they shot could be seen, they were separated from the light of the fire.

This firelight is strange.

These two Northern Wei cultivators of the Heavenly Inheritance Realm couldn't even perceive its source.

Because it originally came from outside of their perception, it was like crossing from another world, violently crashing into their perception world.

In the world of cultivators, this only means that there is only one possibility, and that is that the cultivation and perception of the master of this flame are too far beyond them.

Jian Wenhou's dim eyes lit up.

He couldn't help but laugh too.

He laughed out loud.

He sensed an aura similar to his.

He had always known that the Sword Pavilion was strong.

Even those people in the palace thought that these people in the Sword Pavilion were completely useless, he didn't think so.

The aura that appeared at this time showed that his judgment was right.

The two Northern Wei cultivators of the Chengtian Realm narrowed their eyes, and their pupils kept zooming.

They finally saw that in the light of the fire that fell like fire from the sky, among the flames was a small black and red sword.

This sword was like the product of a piece of magma solidifying, and the black and red sword body was shining with silver starlight at this time, which seemed to reflect the stars of Zhou Tian.

Looking at this flying little sword, many ways to deal with it appeared in the minds of the two Northern Wei cultivators, but no matter what method they used to defend or flee directly, they intuitively felt that there was no possibility of success at all.

Their bodies are somewhat stiff.

They couldn't think of a way to deal with this blow, but the speed of this sword was beyond the limits of their perception and judgment.

Poof.

Before they could make a move, the small sword stabbed through one of the Celestial Spirits, then through the neck, and through the neck of the other.

The unextinguished flames seeped out from the wounds of the two Northern Wei cultivators, and they were extremely striking in the dark night, cruel and cruel.

The two cultivators at the peak of the Chengtian Realm were killed by this sword without even making a single move.