Blood kept flowing from Li Moxiao's body, and there were no wounds on his body. All of this blood came from enemies who entered the city.

The reason why no one associates him with the formation master is that his name as the Little Martial Saint is too loud.

When fighting with practitioners who are lower than themselves and ordinary warriors, his killing speed will not be lower than Lin Yi, but he cannot be as long as Lin Yi.

He heard the abnormal movements and chaos on Jiangxinzhou and the north shore before, and heard Xi Ruyu's roar like a wild beast. Although he didn't know that Jian Wenhou and Lin Yi had killed a crucial figure on the other side, he could guess that Lin Yi must have done something that would have hit the other side's morale at this time.

At this time, he heard Lin Yi's shouting again, and he became more and more impressed, but a bitter smile flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Only by continuous battles can we truly understand how quickly a practitioner's true energy passes.

Therefore, the protagonist of the war can only be the army, not the absolute minority of practitioners. Even though he has saved his true energy as much as possible, from the time the other party entered the city, his true energy has been very little left.

However, at this time, a powerful aura had already appeared in his perception.

A flying sword like a dead leaf flew over the roof behind him with tiles. During the flight, it did not kill any Southern Dynasties soldiers, but just fell towards him.

This flying sword didn't want to attract anyone's attention, or even be noticed by him.

Although he sensed the sinister approaching flying sword in advance, he should not be the opponent of the flying sword.

The flying sword was too fast, and even if he could withstand the first strike of the flying sword, he should not be able to avoid the second strike.

Anyone will die, Li Moxiao took a deep breath, he was ready to meet his death.

However, what he didn't expect was that the moment the flying sword flew down from the tiles, a sword slashed towards the flying sword.

It was a very ordinary sword, the most commonly used standard long sword in the Southern Dynasties army. However, this sword fell accurately on the flying sword. Before the flying sword felt something was wrong and wanted to withdraw sharply, a terrible force had already exploded on the sword.

A loud thunderous sound.

This ordinary sword could not bear the power of the man who drew the sword and exploded inch by inch.

At the same time, the flying sword turned into rust and was slashed to the ground, and a horrifying cry sounded from the deep alleys shrouded in the darkness behind it.

The sword master who cut off the flying sword had broken the long sword in his hand, leaving only one hilt.

He did not pursue the Northern Wei practitioner who was injured in the deep alley who lost his flying sword. He just shouted and threw the hilt of the sword in his hand out with a light shout.

A soft sound was heard.

On the roof not far away, a Northern Wei archer was shooting an arrow. His head was hit by the hilt of the sword and exploded like a ripe watermelon.

Li Moxiao looked at the Southern Dynasty practitioner who saved him in surprise.

This is a wounded person.

He was seriously injured, and even leaned on a crutch in his left hand.

The sword he used just now seemed to be picked up in the Taoist path casually.

If the flying sword is able to defeat so easily, the wounded must be a practitioner in the realm of divine thoughts.

Li Moxiao couldn't think of how there would be such a powerful man in the realm of divine thoughts in Zhongli City.

"I'm Jindong, coming from Taoist City."

The wounded saw Li Moxiao's confusion at this time and said in an extremely simple manner.

Li Moxiao immediately reacted. He knew the identity of this person, and a great respect suddenly emerged in his eyes.

“What does diesel salt mean?”

Jin Dong slowly regulated his breathing, and some turbid blood flowed out of the corners of his lips.

Even though Jian Wenhou used his precious true energy to help him condition his injuries, every move he made at this time was already full of oil and lights.

There was no violent fluctuation of true energy on his body at this time. In fact, it was not that he deliberately suppressed it, but that there was really not much true energy in his body. He just used such violent means to cut off the flying sword, just to make all the Northern Wei enemies in the dark see that he is a strong man in the divine mind realm and make them dare not come over.

He is actually a tiger who has lost his minions, and he is so fierce that he is weak on the inside.

After he woke up, he knew all the battle situation here. In his opinion, how long Zhongli City can last depends on Jian Wenhou and Lin Yi.

"He is a cultivator in the imperial city and a spiritual realm. He was injured before, but the injuries he suffered should be lighter than you." Li Moxiao said quickly.

"Since that's the case, we must try to come to him."

Jin Dong looked at the direction where the sound came from, and then moved without hesitation.

People like Lin Yi, even if they are seriously injured and dying, cannot directly call someone to save him. He wants a practitioner in the realm of divine thoughts to go there. It shouldn't be that he is about to die, but that he has other plans.

"We went over with him."

When Jin Dong said this, Bai Yuelu also raised her head and looked at the wall where Lin Yi's voice sounded.

"Where is Rong Yi?"

Qi Zhuji also had the same idea as Jin Dong at this time. He even vaguely guessed Lin Yi’s idea at this time. However, when he turned his head, Xiao Suxin was not far away from him, but Rong Yi’s figure was missing.

Before several breaths, Rong Yi was still fighting not far away nearby.

"Rong Yi!"

Xiao Suxin suddenly realized that she had lost Rong Yi's traces. She called out, hoping to hear Rong Yi's response immediately.

However, there was no familiar voice to respond.

Qi Zhuji's face suddenly looked a little ugly.

In this dark night, focusing on fighting with the Northern Wei soldiers who were rushing toward him was easily dispersed and lost the traces of their surrounding partners. However, the lack of voice response only shows that there is a special reason, Rong Yi is already far away from them.

There is another possibility that he would not think about.

That is, Rong Yi may also be killed by the Northern Wei practitioners who were lurking in secret.

"Rong Yi! Go to the north wall!"

He took a deep breath and shouted again with force.

He didn't know how far his voice could go, because at this time there were shouts of killing everywhere in his ears.

Lin Yi heard Qi Zhuji's shouting.

Qi Zhuji, Bai Yuelu, Xiao Suxin and the other two were not too far from the north wall where Lin Yi was. At this time, when he heard Qi Zhuji's voice, Lin Yi's eyes suddenly lit up.

Qi Zhuji and others are still alive, which is the best message for him.

But he didn't immediately shout for Qi Zhuji and the others to come, because he felt that if he just shouted like this, there would definitely be a Northern Wei practitioner who would intercept and kill him.

...

"Let all the practitioners in the army come here except Mr. Bai and Mr. Feng."

Xi Ruyu looked at the dilapidated north wall of Zhongli City and said in a slow cold voice.
Chapter completed!