"Lin Yi!"

Qi Zhuji's shouts started.

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

He saw Bai Yuelu and Rong Yi's figures.

Bai Yuelu raised her hands.

A black shadow fell directly towards Lin Yi.

Lin Yi smelled the familiar smell, and he burst into laughter, his laughter even more wildly.

This feeling is like a pot of good wine lacking some meat and wine, but after a glass of wine, you just cut some beef sauce, which is just right, and it is really refreshing.

He took the food bag thrown by Bai Yuelu, took off the dough armor, and poured the food directly into his mouth.

A shrill sound of breaking through the air sounded in the air.

A flying sword with a white air flow fell to Lin Yi's face like a comet.

The Northern Wei practitioners who were in charge of this flying sword had no confidence to kill Lin Yi at this time. He just wanted to cut the cloth bag in Lin Yi's hand.

He and the other Northern Wei practitioners didn't know what "spiritual medicine" this was, but they always felt that Lin Yi was eating this food at this time, which was another disaster for them.

Facing this flying sword, Lin Yi made an action that no one could have imagined or even rogue.

He sat down directly, buried his head, almost buried his face in this food bag, bent down and arched his knees to eat.

It is naturally impossible for him to have no gap between his knees, arms, fingers and face, but this flying sword does not even have the courage to try it.

The owner of this flying sword just felt from the heart that if the flying sword wanted to penetrate through the 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 Lin Yi is as if no one is around. This flying sword that is usually equivalent to death for ordinary soldiers. At this time, around Lin Yi, it is as sad as a helpless fly.

Bai Yuelu saw some marching iron pots and a lot of dry firewood in a corner of the city wall.

The defenders in Zhongli City were seriously insufficient. Many Southern Dynasties soldiers were on the wall day and night before the wall was broken. These marching iron pots should be used when they were eating before.

She thought for a while, walked over directly, took a marching iron pot, poured some water from the water bag in her hand and rinsed it clean, then poured all the water in the water bag into the iron pot, then set the fire and boiled the water.

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

According to Lin Yi's previous habits, he prefers to eat batter like porridge after stirring with water, which tastes faster and will not be covered with powder in his mouth and will be difficult to swallow.

But at this time, she was doing something like cooking soup like usual, and she seemed a little unaware of it.

Fire also emerged from the north wall, which shone with the flames of the south wall.

In the Northern Wei coalition, many practitioners in the private armies of the powerful and noble families were worshipped, not generals who commanded the army. However, even for them, it was obvious that the morale of this Northern Wei army was extremely low.

Some symbolic things often have a fatal impact on morale.

For example, Lin Yi, who never falls, is like the flames that shine 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 people in the Southern Dynasty.

Two Northern Wei practitioners gave up their plan to rush towards Jian Wenhou, Diesel Yan and others. They held their knives silently, like falling leaves blown by the breeze, floating towards the white moon dew that was cooking soup.

These two Northern Wei practitioners were extremely similar in their figures and appearances, and even the swords in their hands.

They are two worshippers from the Beiyang clan of Luoyang, and they are twin brothers themselves.

Among all the practitioners who were ordered to come to surround and kill Jian Wenhou, their true essence cultivation is the highest among them. Both of them have reached the peak of Chengtian Realm and have reached the edge of the Divine Thought Realm.

If it weren't for the arrival of the spiritual wasteland, the two of them might have truly transformed and become practitioners of the divine mind realm in the next three years.

In addition to the strong true essence cultivation, these two worshipers from the Beiyang clan also practice some secret techniques of joint attacks. The two teams together are more difficult than ordinary three or four Chengtian practitioners.

Rong Yi was very close to Bai Yuelu. He held Chen Jianru who was unconscious and was carrying Lin Yi's flying spears on his back. His true energy had been exhausted, and he had almost no combat power at this time.

But when he saw the two figures appearing in the darkness, he immediately put down Chen Jinru and wanted to walk towards Bai Yuelu.

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

A fire also appeared in the sky.

But that was not the flame arrow shot by the cavalry in the city.

The riders in the city were still far from the north wall. Although the flame arrows they shot could be seen, they were far away from the fire.

This fire is strange.

These two Northern Wei practitioners from Chengtian Realm could not even sense its origin.

Because it initially comes from their perception, it is like a powerful journey from another world, crashing into their perception world.

In the world of practitioners, this only means one possibility, that is, the master of this fire light's cultivation and perception are too far away than them.

Jian Wenhou's dim eyes lit up.

He couldn't help laughing.

He laughed loudly.

He sensed a breath similar to him.

He always knew that Jiange was very strong.

Even if even those people in the palace think that Jiange and others are completely useless people, he doesn't think so.

The aura that appeared at this time shows that his judgment is correct.

Two Northern Wei practitioners from Chengtian Realm narrowed their eyes and their pupils kept zooming.

They finally saw clearly that in the flames falling like sky fire, there was a small black and red sword among the flaming flames.

This sword is like a product after a piece of magma is solidified, while the black and red sword is now flashing with silver stars, which seems to be complementing the stars in the sky.

Looking at the flying sword, many ways to deal with the two Northern Wei practitioners appeared in the minds of the two Northern Wei practitioners. However, no matter what method they used to defend or escape directly, they felt that there was no possibility of success at all.

Their bodies are a little stiff.

They couldn't think of a way to deal with this attack, but the speed of this sword exceeded the limit of their perception and judgment.

With a puff.

Before they made any moves, this small sword pierced through one of the people's heavenly spirits, then penetrated out of the neck, and pierced the other person's neck.

The unextinguished flames emerged from the wounds of these two Northern Wei practitioners, and were extremely eye-catching in the darkness, cruel and cruel.
Chapter completed!