Jian Wenhou felt the power of energy that was overwhelming, and his expression still did not change at all.

His left hand, which was shrouded in his left sleeve, quietly lifted up, as if he was carrying an invisible heavy object.

On the floating bridge behind these more than ten practitioners, a flying sword flew quietly upwards.

The flying sword is covered with wood grain, and its color is similar to that of ordinary dead trees. I don’t know when it lurked behind more than ten practitioners. At this time, with the intention of Jian Wenhou, it flew upwards slantedly, fluttering without any strong vitality. It was not until more than ten feet away from those practitioners that the more than ten Northern Wei practitioners felt its existence.

The expressions of these more than ten practitioners instantly became extremely ugly.

The energy they jointly blasted out at this time was also very close to Jian Wenhou, but they knew that it was impossible for Jian Wenhou to be fast.

"I'll go!"

A practitioner gritted his teeth and made a decision. He turned around and rushed directly towards the flying sword.

He didn't expect to be able to deal with this flying sword, he just wanted to stop the flying sword for a moment.

When this flying sword pierces into his flesh and blood, all the remaining true energy power in his body will explode on this flying sword.

However, when he pounced on the flying sword, his body had not yet really touched the flying sword, the flying sword had fallen from him in dejection.

The moment the flying sword fell, he did not sense any terrifying aura from the sword.

"Pseudo-sword!"

He reacted and screamed in horror.

The moment the horrifying scream sounded, the nine practitioners made a hissing sound at the same time.

This sound similar to the leak of the sheepskin valve comes from the throats of the nine practitioners.

A black flying sword fell from the night, instantly cutting off the vitality of these nine practitioners at a speed that even practitioners in the divine mind realm could not capture.

Nine practitioners hit the floating bridge or water below like stone stakes.

The moment the practitioner who wanted to use his body to stop the fake sword from turning around, he saw that he was the only one standing around him. While his body was cold, he watched the energy power condensed by these practitioners collapsed in front of Jian Wenhou.

The disintegrating vitality was still extremely abundant, like a real tide hitting Jian Wenhou and Lin Yi.

It was just that the air was everywhere, and it could only blow the corners of their clothes and brush their hair, like the real flow of water.

The surviving Northern Wei practitioner looked at Jian Wenhou in disbelief, and looked at the black flying sword that disappeared again in the night sky. Even if such a picture appeared in front of him so clearly, he still couldn't believe that a semi-saint like Jian Wenhou would use such pseudo-sword methods.

Jian Wenhou himself also felt a little moved.

He was already very unfamiliar with the flying sword of the imperial envoy.

But he must cherish his true essence.

The collapsed but still surging energy power hit Lin Yi's body. While Lin Yi was shaking slightly, he felt very cold.

The vitality that hit him was like cold water falling into dry sand and soil, all absorbed by his body.

A large amount of vital energy that poured into his body instantly was like a cold flow of water mixed with his hot qi and blood, hedging, and then transforming.

These transformed airflows no longer gathered into his dantian, but rushed into his wounds.

The pain in his wound was greatly reduced.

His eyes also became clear in an instant.

He was a little hungry.

Before this Northern Wei army attacked the city wall with weapons, he was full, but with a large amount of physical energy, he was already hungry very quickly. After this surging Yuan Yichong, he felt that it was good for his wounds, but it also made him feel very hungry.

The combination of true energy and his internal energy can have great benefits for him, but it only makes him need more food to replenish his vitality.

After he talked about practice with Jian Wenhou, the concept of different paths and the same destination became clearer. Since ancient times, people used grains as the staple food, and grains could naturally replenish vital energy. However, grains were too gentle for those spiritual medicines in the world, so later practitioners naturally went to the path of absorbing spiritual medicines in the world. When the spiritual medicines in the world were not sufficient, the practices studied by countless generations of practitioners were like turning themselves into spiritual medicines in the world and drawing spiritual energy from the world.

All true energy techniques are like learning from the spiritual medicines of heaven and earth, and extracting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as quickly as possible.

From this point of view, it is not difficult to understand the path taken by Dajuluo.

Although the energy of the grains is so small and the amount of replenishing the vital energy is very small, the Dajuluo practice studies how to replenish it with quantity, how to eat as much as possible, accumulate as much as possible, and squeeze out the vital energy available.

And Dajuluo food should be a special case among the five grains.

"Rongyi! Food!"

He shouted to Zhongli City behind him.

At this time, there were sounds of killing everywhere in Zhongli City, and at least more than 20,000 Northern Wei troops entered the city. Most of the people he saw were the figures of Northern Wei people. He didn't know whether Rong Yi could still be alive at this time, but he knew that if Rong Yi was alive and could hear his voice, Rong Yi would definitely bring food to meet him.

He was a little indifferent at this time. Although he shouted loudly, he was easily covered by the sound of killing.

"Rongyi! Food!"

Diesel Salt didn't understand what Lin Yi said, but he didn't even think about it, so he directly encouraged Zhenyuan and shouted loudly.

His shout was like thunder, rolling in the clouds above Zhongli City.

Bai Yuelu stopped.

She heard Rong Yi and Diesel Salt shouts one after another, because at this time she and Qi Zhuji and others behind her were not far from the wall where Lin Yi was, but listening to this sound, she took a deep breath and suddenly thought about where Rong Yi might be.

...

Rong Yi is still alive.

He didn't hear Lin Yi's shouting, but he heard the sound of diesel and salt rolling like thunder.

He immediately understood that Lin Yi needed food for Dajuluo.

But he was very sad now. He felt that he might not be able to deliver the food to Lin Yi so quickly.

He looked at Chen Jinru who was unconscious on the straw mat in front of him, and felt even more sad.

He is in a broken house.

This broken house is not far from a camp in the city where wounded people are housed.

Not long ago, a Northern Wei army swept over the camp. During a fierce battle, the Southern Dynasties soldiers in the camp had dispersed.

When he saw the fire in this camp from afar, he rushed over without thinking.

He really saved Chen Jinru.

But there was no joy in his heart.

Because he was able to save Chen Jinru, it was not because of the efforts of some Southern Dynasties soldiers to defend the enemy, but when he arrived, Chen Jinru was lying among the broken tents on the ground, and he was still alive, but because he was too seriously injured, I am afraid that the Northern Wei soldiers would think he was dead and did not notice his existence at all.

The military advisor of the Chen family of the Southern Dynasty was once a prominent and powerful figure. He was so important to the entire Southern Dynasty, but now he is like a broken mat on the battlefield and does not attract attention at all.

This is his sadness.

He knew in his heart that Chen Jinru might not be able to survive in such a Zhongli City, but listening to Chen Jinru's extremely weak breathing, he was reluctant to let such a person die so lonely.
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