Although the old man was injured, he was actually the strongest among the three Southern Dynasties sword masters on this battlefield. Otherwise, he would not have been putting pressure on the old man, forcing the old man to distract himself and consume his true energy to deal with him.

So at this moment, he also knew that more power should be left to the old man.

His left hand came out, first with fists, then with palms.

His fist was moving through the air quickly, but the moment he met Lin Yi's punch at this moment, it changed into a palm.

A bang bang sounded between his palm and Lin Yi's fist.

Then with this pressing force, his whole body flew lightly backwards.

At this moment, a crack sounded in the air.

With just a sound, three sword pieces came like lightning and fell towards his body.

The sword in his hand slapped out, and three substantial sword lights formed in the air, slashing at the three sword pieces accurately and accurately.

The distance of space gave him enough reaction time. Without any surprises, these three sword pieces were knocked out in an instant, swirling in the chaotic airflow, making a whimpering sound.

However, he had some predictions.

His palm did not cause any serious damage to Lin Yi. Lin Yi's body just slightly frustrated and he jumped up.

Lin Yi's fist did not have any bright light, nor did he shine with any unique glow of the true essence, but the fist wind that brought it up kept exploding.

Because there was no prediction, there was not enough time left for him.

His left palm slapped out again, and the true energy in his body flowed rapidly between his palms and fingers.

Lin Yi's fist hit his palm.

Simple, but very violent.

There was a dull sound of bang.

There were countless shocked expressions in Zhang Nianping's eyes.

It was not only Lin Yi's power at this time, but more shock came from the palm where he and Lin Yi's fists were in contact. The true energy seemed to be missing inexplicably.

This time he really understood the reason.

What devoured his true energy was not the bracelet made of strange meteorite in Lin Yi's hand, but Lin Yi's body itself.

"Click..."

A clear cracking sound came from his fingers.

He knew his metacarpal bone was broken.

Lin Yi still has enough energy at this time.

At this moment, a strong sense of hunger appeared in his body, as if he had been hungry for several times, but the qi and blood in his body had been completely calmed down, and the flames in his body had been completely destroyed by the other party's powerful true energy.

He also felt that the other party had reached a very dangerous moment.

If he continues to attack, this powerful Northern Wei practitioner should be severely injured by himself.

However, he stopped.

He stopped and backed up.

Zhang Nianping's brows frowned slightly because of the severe pain coming from his hands.

He glanced at Lin Yi's clean eyebrows and knew what the other party was thinking at this moment.

Without any hesitation, he swept out.

Instead of rushing towards the old man, he rushed directly toward the battlefield.

Lin Yi stopped and watched the Northern Wei practitioner leave.

In Jiankang City, almost everyone described how cruel the Northern Barbarians were to eat raw meat and drink blood. However, the more they arrived at this battlefield, the more they knew that those were just lies.

These Northern Wei people are no different from those of the Southern Dynasty.

He didn't know if Zhang Nianping would leave Meishan directly after leaving here, but even though the other party was his enemy, he still hoped that the other party could survive well.

Yuan Yan's eyes were still on his slightly trembling back at this moment.

She had just felt the amazing power of this young practitioner of the Southern Dynasty, and at this time she also felt his weakness.

The old man's eyes not far away also fell on Lin Yi.

The old man's eyes were filled with emotion, and there was also indescribable appreciation.

The sound of breaking through the air suddenly disappeared.

The five entangled flying swords suddenly disappeared into the air.

In the next moment, the Northern Wei practitioners and soldiers led by the two Northern Wei sword masters began to retreat.

The two close servants next to the Northern Wei sword masters raised their heads and looked at Lin Yi deeply, then carried the knife box and followed the two Northern Wei sword masters inseparably.

The eyes of this close servant were also a little strange.

He didn't expect that the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed was such a young practitioner who suddenly arrived.

Lin Yi himself did not stop at all.

For him, the wolf tooth stick and the deerskin bag containing marching rations are important.

He rushed back immediately, put away the double swords, wolf tooth sticks and deer skin bags. While carrying the deer skin bags back, he grabbed a handful of marching rations from the deer skin bag behind him and almost swallowed them.

The fight continued, and these Southern Dynasties soldiers and practitioners were still staying and killing more Northern Wei people as much as possible. However, the three flying sword masters all stopped.

Each of their clothes were soaked, and everyone was exhausted.

In the battle just now, they were the ones who were most nervous and always on the front line of life and death.

They looked at Lin Yi, who was swallowing dry food with difficulty, and their eyes were very complicated, and many people even felt a little awe in their hearts.

Everyone can be sure that this young practitioner is not a realm of Chengtian. However, it is such a young man who stood up to stop or kill the terrifying Northern Wei practitioner.

Looking back on all the previous scenes, the respect in these people's eyes is even stronger.

It is not easy to be able to clearly determine the key points of the battle formation here on such a battlefield, not to mention that even if they were replaced, they might not have the courage to rush over.

For anyone who has been on the battlefield for a long time, loyalty and courage are far more worthy of respect than strength.

The close servants around the old man completely relaxed.

Many of them even collapsed to the ground regardless of their appearance and gasped.

The old man closed his eyes slightly.

For practitioners like him, the damage and pain of the body are far less than the loss of spirit and extreme fatigue.

The battle between flying swords requires a high degree of concentration in every blink of an eye. The spirit is always tense like a bowstring that is pulled to the extreme. This kind of fatigue is not experienced by one person and is difficult for others to experience.

When he opened his eyes again, the wrinkles on his face stretched a lot.

He looked at Lin Yi again, and then said softly to a nearby servant beside him, "Go and invite that young man over."

A practitioner like him naturally had a certain status throughout the Southern Dynasty. His identity was much higher than Lin Yi at this time, but he deliberately used the word "官网", so the close servant next to him also immediately heard his respect for the young practitioner.

This gravel land was originally the place where the battle was most intense, but most of them were practitioners. They walked the fastest when evacuating, but instead became quiet as soon as possible.

The close servant next to the old man quickly left the old man and came to Lin Yi.

The close attendant bowed to Lin Yi and then spoke out the old man's request.
Chapter completed!