I can't describe this feeling of weightlessness in words, even if Lin Yi jumped off the cliff, I'm afraid it would be impossible for him to do it so quickly.

He was so fast at this time that he even really surpassed the flying sword.

Blood kept flying towards the surface of his skin, as if it was about to leave his body.

I'm afraid that a normal cultivator's body can't withstand such a throw from Jian Wenhou, but Lin Yi can.

He overcame this panic in his heart in an instant, and his perception firmly locked on the target on the bow of the ship, the man who looked like a military division of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

There were countless crackling sounds in the air, and the energy in front of him and the energy of the two generals who blocked him in front of him with the loud shouts collided with each other, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Before he could draw his sword or sword, the two Northern Wei generals who exuded the aura of iron and blood and stopped in front of him like iron towers, their armor cracking like fragile pieces of paper.

These two Northern Wei generals roared fearlessly, and the precious true yuan in their bodies surged forward without reservation, but they still couldn't stop the invasion of the terrifying power.

In the next moment, their bodies cracked like pieces of paper.

This is the power of Sword Wenhou.

While throwing Lin Yi, he threw part of his strength out.

This is the crushing of a high realm, and even a cultivator of the Divine Mind Realm cannot stop it with his own strength.

Lin Yi walked through the fragments of flesh and blood.

He was used to blood tonight, and he didn't even frown, and he shot his sword at the Northern Wei military division who was already in front of him!

Zhong Minggu's eyes narrowed.

He didn't expect that Jian Wenhou and Lin Yi would dare to come here in this way to kill him.

He admitted at this time that this was a mistake made by his carelessness, but he didn't think that Jian Wenhou and Lin Yi would be able to succeed.

He was ready to kill Lin Yi first!

As long as Lin Yi dies here, a lot of things lost by the Northern Wei army tonight can be recovered.

The soles of his feet had been moving backwards on the deck very quickly, as if they had been smeared with a layer of extremely slippery oil, but now they suddenly stopped as if they had taken root. At the same time, the majestic true element hidden in his body drained out like the wind.

There was no weapon on him.

He stretched out his hand towards Lin Yi's sword.

Jian Wenhou's strength in front of Lin Yi had not completely disappeared, so he stretched out his hand at this time, and the first thing he faced was Jian Wenhou's strength.

A series of piercing cracks rang out before his hand.

The air in front of his hand was pressed into substance by two powerful forces, and even appeared as blue as the sea.

The two different energies penetrated and impacted each other, forming crystal patterns like cracks, and then exploding!

Boom!

A terrifying wave of qi exploded before his hand was a foot away.

The waves of air crashed on the deck, causing even the hard deck to make countless crackling sounds, sweeping away everything on the deck.

Yet his hand was still steady.

His body stood still in the wind, his hand exuded a crystal and divine luster, and then directly grasped Lin Yi's sword body!

Jian Wenhou's body was already falling from the sky.

The blood moon-like sword light kept falling towards him, but it couldn't touch his body, and the blood-like light on the knife body was constantly burning, but this power couldn't fall on Jian Wenhou's body, but pressed towards the knife body.

The knife began to decay.

The owner of the crane staff was an old woman, and the moment she appeared, she was knocked out by the five sword qi ejected by Jian Wenhou, and at this time she was landing on the pontoon bridge and coughing up blood.

Blood was pouring from the wrinkles on her face, and she was on the pontoon, but she didn't dare to move except coughing up blood.

Don't dare to enter, and don't dare to retreat.

Just as a Divine Mind Realm cultivator could easily suppress two Heavenly Realm cultivators, Jian Wenhou, who had entered the Holy Realm, had also achieved an absolute advantage in an instant in the face of the combination of these two Divine Mind Realm cultivators, but at this moment, looking at Zhong Minggu's extremely crystal hand, his heart and body fell.

It was impossible for any inference to be 100% accurate, and even though this Northern Wei military master had retreated at an extremely fast speed before throwing Lin Yi out, he still didn't feel any fluctuations in the cultivators of the Divine Thought Realm.

This Northern Wei military advisor gave him the feeling that he was a cultivator at the peak of the Chengtian Realm.

It's just that since he was able to command so many troops here, he had to be a little more careful, so he gave up directly killing the two Northern Wei cultivators who were blocking him, and instead gathered more forces in front of Lin Yi.

He regarded this Northern Wei military advisor as a cultivator of the Divine Mind Realm.

However, he didn't expect that this Northern Wei military master was indeed a Divine Thought Realm cultivator, and the most important thing was that he was actually a Divine Thought Realm cultivator who could break this part of his power!

If he was fighting with this Northern Wei military division, even if he made a mistake in judgment, he would be able to correct the mistake he made in time, but at this time, Lin Yi was already in front of the other party, even if it was the Three Saints of the Southern Heavens, it was impossible to interfere in the battle between Lin Yi and this Northern Wei military division in such a cramped time.

......

Lin Yi's breathing paused instantly.

His fingers had already been cracked in multiple bones, even though his recovery ability was far beyond that of ordinary people, but every moment he held the sword, the pain was unbearable, but when this crystal hand fell towards his sword through the surging waves of qi, the extremely dangerous aura made him forget the pain.

The imminent feeling of death made his heart contract violently and beat violently in an instant, squeezing more blood into the veins of his body.

All the remaining salmergic in his body spurted out along the body of the sword he held at this moment.

There was a muffled pop.

Zhong Minggu's face turned pale.

This palm of his instantly dimmed.

Originally, he could directly hold this sword, and then use the hilt of the sword to kill Lin Yi, but at this time, the true yuan between his palms and fingers faded like a tide, letting him know that he no longer had the strength to do so.

It's just that he can still be fast.

His palm pressed down, and his palm pressed straight against Lin Yi's sword, and then pressed the sword and slapped it towards Lin Yi's chest and abdomen!

Lin Yi still had a knife in his left hand, but at this time, the speed and strength of the other party made him have no time to make a knife, and he couldn't even turn the sword body.

Zhong Minggu's hand was like a hill holding down his sword, and then slapped on his body.

There was a bang.

Lin Yi's body bounced up like a ball.

A terrifying force rushed into his body with incomparably violent violence.

With a pop, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The entire battlefield suddenly fell silent.

Even though there were constant sounds of killing in Zhongli City, Jiang Xinzhou and the Northern Wei army on the north bank suddenly lost their voices.

Lin Yi's back spilled a lot of blood.

The skin and flesh of his back bulged out slightly, tearing apart.

There was also a cracking sound between the wrist and elbow of Zhong Minggu's hand.

He snorted softly in pain.

Originally, in his expectation, it was impossible for him to be injured at all, but not only the Dan Mercury Sword, but Lin Yi's body was also like a huge monster, devouring his true yuan even more amazingly than the Dan Mercury Sword.

The disappearance of Zhenyuan made his flesh and blood appear fragile.

The bones between his wrists and elbows were shattered at the same time.

But his eyes were still extremely indifferent.

In his eyes, Lin Yi was already a dead man.

Lin Yi felt as if he was about to crack, but the strong battle intent made him endure the incomparably sharp pain, and his hands were grabbed towards Zhong Minggu's hand.

He didn't know when his right hand let go of the sword that was pressing on him, and he didn't know when the knife in his left hand shook out of his hand, but his hands really grabbed Zhong Minggu's hand before his body bounced back.

This was not something Zhong Minggu expected.

He felt that Lin Yi had no strength to fight back, and when he withdrew his hand, it was slower than he thought because his hand was broken.

Lin Yi grabbed his hand, as if he was pulling a sleeve of his shirt that he didn't have time to retract.

Zhong Minggu didn't like this feeling at this time.

He didn't like that no part of his body could be perfectly controlled by him, and that feeling even made him feel a little bit of fear.

A stream of true essence poured out from the depths of his body, instinctively rushing out along the meridians of this arm of his.

Bang.

It was like a huge wave ringing on his wrist.

Lin Yi's hands holding his arms trembled weakly.

He felt his body start to get cold.

Zhong Minggu was still as powerful as the sea in his perception, and he was a small boat that was thrown up by the huge waves and was about to be smashed.

However, at this moment, he seemed to be about to explode deep in his chest and abdomen, and in the dantian, countless torrents swelled up.

It was hard for him to think and describe where his strength came from, he only knew that his hands were not broken and thrown away. He was still holding Zhong Minggu's wrist tightly.

His feet kicked out.

Kicked out like a rabbit kicking his legs!

Zhong Minggu's eyes suddenly widened to the extreme, and red lines appeared in the corners of his eyes, as if the corners of his eyes had cracked.

A powerful force exploded from Lin Yi's body.

His gaze swept down.

A muffled bang sounded like spring thunder at this time.

His body arched back and bounced.

There was a piercing tearing sound.

The tearing sound came from his shoulder.

The arm he was grabbed by Lin Yi was like a tender lotus root that was torn off and separated from his body.

The scarlet blood and broken flesh are like lotus silk stained with brown sugar, which makes people feel extremely cruel.