"Life and death are united."

Lin Yi likes this feeling very much.

He felt that in life, one must do something unusual and must take some unusual paths, otherwise one will not even have a moment worth remembering when one is old.

Fresh clothes and angry horses, drinking the strongest wine, wielding swords, and doing righteousness... These are things that young people dream of going through.

It is best to have friends to do these things.

However, friends who can share life and death are easy to get.

Now that spiritual waste is coming, this battlefield of war between the two dynasties is naturally much crueler than the ignorant fantasy of the youth, without poetry and painting, but fortunately, the more cruel and real it is, the clearer it can see people's hearts.

Some people have known each other for many years, but they still feel very far away, but these Tie Cejuns have only been together for a while, but they already feel very close.

The young Northern Wei practitioners in the forest above were slowly falling in the forest like black petals.

He came from a small town in the central part of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

For the south and for those mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River that were only seen in the book, he also had many beautiful fantasies of young people.

He also imagined wearing exquisite embroidery clothes, holding an umbrella, wandering in the drizzle of peach blossoms when the peach blossoms bloom, walking through the alleys that have existed for a hundred years, stepping on the polished bluestone road, walking through the arch bridge like the full moon, and at the entrance of the next alley, he met a dignified embroidered woman.

But when the battle begins, such a scene will no longer appear in his mind.

Real killing will make people mature, indifferent, and even cruel quickly.

The black armor on his body was a symbol of the honor of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Only the best young practitioners will have the honor of having such black armor, becoming a follower of the big man, and becoming one of the strongest hunting army in this mountain forest.

His body movement was very gentle, and his muscles were almost perfectly controlled. He fell on some branches that were thinner than his arms, and he was very delicately relieved and could hardly make any sound.

Even Tie Cejun is difficult to discover his existence.

However, Lin Yi is in this iron army now.

"Someone."

Lin Yi still heard the rhythmic sound of footfall, and then he heard the suppressed and gentle breathing sound.

Hearing Lin Yi's extremely humble warning voice, these Iron Ce Army soldiers responded immediately.

They just adjusted their respective positions slightly in an instant, facing Lin Yi's direction, and putting their own weapons on their fingers.

It’s just that no one makes a sound, and there is not even much change in the rhythm of breathing.

"One practitioner."

Lin Yi didn't know these Tie Ce Army's military command gestures, so he still said softly in Xue Jiu's ear.

The practitioner who came did not seem to have noticed their existence, and his figure still moved very quickly.

Because his perception was very clear, after only a dozen breaths, he easily saw the black shadow.

"The Northern Barbarian!"

Xue Jiu narrowed his eyes, and he saw clearly, and quickly reached out and clenched his fists.

This means encountering an enemy in the Iron Army.

If you encounter something, you may not have to fight or try to kill the enemy. Especially for Tie Ce Army, which has other military orders, it is best not to launch an attack rashly if the other party has support.

However, God's will did not give them much time to think and choose.

At this moment, the Northern Wei practitioner seemed to have sensed something, and his figure suddenly stopped and turned to look at where they were.

"kill!"

The experience of facing the practitioners on the battlefield made Xue Jiu, the old army, know that this pause and turn were not accidental. The practitioners' perception was a terrible thing that they could not determine but was real. Without any hesitation, he raised his fist with a clenched tightening up and then fell down.

More than a dozen Tie Ce troops suddenly moved.

They were like puppets manipulating a thread, lifting their right arm almost at the same time, and at the same time, their left hand had already opened the upper arm crossbow of the right arm.

But at this moment, accompanied by a shrill hissing, more than ten crossbow arrows had accurately landed on the black-armored practitioner of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

When this young practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty felt what was about to happen, a look of astonishment flashed deep in his pupils.

He had never encountered such an ambush suddenly, but he did not sense the existence of a practitioner, so after this moment of shock, there was no look of nervousness or fear in his eyes.

Faced with these crossbow arrows that were too lightning to dodge before him, he just made a very simple move that he could not dodge.

He raised his arms to protect his face exposed to the black armor.

Duh! Duh! Duh! Duh! Duh!

The crossbow arrow pierced into his armor, making a dense and dull impact sound that made the scalp numb.

Among these crossbow arrows, only a few of them actually pierced the slightly weak part of his black armor, but they only penetrated the flesh and were embedded in the armor for only half an inch, and could not enter any further.

Following the thrust of these crossbow arrows, the young Northern Wei practitioner fell back calmly like a rock.

Before it landed, with a soft sound, there was already a sword in his hand.

This sword is also black.

The hilt of the sword is full of black flowers.

Xue Jiu and other soldiers with Tie Ce looked extremely cold, and they stared at the black figure falling from the forest above.

The sounds made by these crossbow arrows alone made them sure that the other party’s armor was very well-deserved, and these crossbow arrows did not cause any real fatal damage to the other party.

A cold light flashed in this forest.

All these Iron Ce Army soldiers took out the weapons they carried at the same time.

Most of the soldiers of the Tiece Army brought were mother-child knives. A long sword grew one foot longer than an ordinary long sword, while a short sword had strange curved corners on the blade.

The long sword is used to keep a distance from the practitioners as much as possible, while the short sword is used to create a certain locking effect on the opponent's weapons when the opponent's weapons pierce into his body, and to win more time for his companions around him.

In addition to these weapons, the Tie Ce Army naturally has some special weapons that are specially designed to deal with practitioners.

For example, such arm crossbows, such as stone throwing ropes, and metal throwing nets.

"Mr. Lin?"

However, when these Tie Ce soldiers took out these weapons and were about to fight to the death, they suddenly discovered that Lin Yi was missing.

The huge deerskin bag on Lin Yi's body had already landed on the ground.

However, Lin Yi, who was carrying this deer-skin bag, had disappeared from their sight!

No one noticed Lin Yi's movements before several breaths.

Including this young practitioner of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The moment he fell backwards, Lin Yi bent his knees and squatted down.

The moment the deerskin bag on his back landed, he was like a quick cheetah, holding a sword and sweeping towards the shadow of the forest on one side.

He did not rush to the young practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty to fall to the ground, but instead squatted down in the darkest part of the forest and held his breath.

Because he knew that this Northern Wei practitioner could not leave just now.

Even though he has no experience in combat formation, he knows very well that a cultivator wearing excellent armor will never miss the opportunity to kill such an enemy squad when ordinary weapons are difficult to hurt.

The sharp footsteps rang in his ears.

The young practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty landed on the ground and began to run rapidly.

His body's armor touched the branches and leaves in the forest, and even made a sound like a crack.

Lin Yi calculated the sound of his footsteps falling to the ground, like listening to the drum beats very carefully.

When a certain drum beat came, his hand tightened his sword hilt.

In the sound of branches and leaves breaking, the figure of this young practitioner of the Northern Wei Dynasty, carrying countless flying fallen leaves, spewing out from the forest like a fountain, and rushed towards the closest Iron Ce army soldier.

At this moment, Lin Yi, who had been preparing for a long time, moved.
Chapter completed!