The long sword and the iron rod intersected, making a terrifying shock,

Lin Yi's figure suddenly stopped in the air, and was then shaken away by the terrible power contained on the iron rod.

With the cheers among the Northern Wei army on the river bank behind him, Han Qiu roared jealously, but he was unable to jump up immediately again.

It was not the flat ground under his feet, but driftwood.

His body sank, and the driftwood that fell down his feet raised high at the other end, and his feet were trapped in the water.

Lin Yi landed on the ground and ran towards Han Qiujealous again!

Han Qiuzi didn't feel any fear. With the attack just now, he was sure that there was a certain gap between the other party and himself in terms of strength. Even if the other party was the most strange practitioner he had ever seen, he was very sure that the other party was a practitioner under the divine consciousness.

A roar sounded under his feet.

It was similar to the sound of his feet trampling on the driftwood when he was running wildly with an iron rod.

Two powerful true energy burst out from the soles of his feet, and the driftwood under his feet exploded like fragile thin ice.

His body was pulled out of the water forcefully, ejected and flew into the air.

The iron rod in his hand made a heart-pounding whistling sound, and the strong fluctuating vitality wrapped around the iron rod like black flames.

Everyone naturally felt that the iron stick and the sword in Lin Yi's hand would meet again, because Lin Yi's previous fighting style and his running look at this time also gave people the intuition that he would definitely compete with brute force.

The most important thing is that when facing the iron rod falling from the air, Lin Yi shouted loudly and waved his sword to touch the sky.

However, what no one expected was that the moment the iron rod fell, Lin Yi's figure had disappeared from under the iron rod.

His body, which was originally as heavy as a galloping carriage, floated out like leaves brought by the strong wind.

The sword in his hand didn't look like a sword, but a rope hanging from the sky, pulling him out.

His figure and Han Qiuzi's figure intersected and appeared behind Han Qiuzi.

A crimson mist exploded under his feet, and then his body was raising up incredibly, and the sword in his hand turned into a fanatical flame, slashing towards Han Qiuje's back!

Han Qiu let out a jealous groan in pain.

The true energy that was constantly gushing towards his hands was forcibly reversed by him. His body moved forward several feet further, and with the movement of the iron rods of his hands, he also turned horizontally.

There was a loud bang!

The sword and the iron rod meet again.

Han Qiuje coughed up a mouthful of blood.

It was not because his strength was insufficient and his internal organs were damaged, but because his true energy flowed too violently, which had exceeded the limit that his body could bear.

However, his eyes lit up.

Because of the sound of breaking through the air.

The sword in Lin Yi flew out of his hand.

The iron stick in his hand continued to move forward and hit Lin Yi's chest.

The expression on Lin Yi's face still did not change much.

Because this is what he expected.

The long sword in his hand was not just because of the sheer power that could not be resisted, but because he did not want his body to be shaken back without control.

Facing the iron rod that had not yet disappeared, his left hand fell directly on it, and then his right hand holding the sword.

The moment his hands fell on the iron rod, Han Qiuyan shouted again, the practitioner from Dongyun Sword Academy shouted loudly. The iron rod in his hand trembled violently, and he wanted to directly shatter Lin Yi's ten fingers!

However, everything is different from what he thought.

There was a sound between the iron stick and Lin Yi's palms and fingers, like a wave of slamming the table, and a deep red pink mist kept gushing out from Lin Yi's fingers, but Lin Yi's fingers were always tightly clamped on his stick like iron pliers.

Almost intuition, this Dongyun Sword Academy practitioner, who is also known for his violent fighting style, roared angrily, and kicked Lin Yi with one kick at the moment when his hands were stalemate.

The wind whistles.

His kick also gave people the feeling of a sweeping iron rod.

Lin Yi's reaction was also very direct.

He also swept across with one foot.

One kick to one kick.

Then there was a crack.

Everyone breathed.

That was the sound of a fracture.

A shrill cry rang out.

In addition to pain, it is more shocking and incomprehensible.

Han Qiu's jealous leg was broken.

But his body did not fall, because even his intact foot left the ground.

Lin Yi held his iron rod with extremely stable hands, swung it up, lifting his whole body up.

However, the severe pain in this moment was too late to call more true energy, and the true energy he had penetrated into the iron rod could no longer compete with Lin Yi's power.

More precisely, the true energy that rushed towards Lin Yi's hands quickly collapsed.

His palms and fingers made a slight friction sound with the surface of the iron rod, and then he lost control of the iron rod.

His body suddenly left the ground, and was thrown back by Lin Yi. After flying several feet away, he fell heavily to the ground!

Lin Yi grabbed the iron stick and slowly turned around, looking at the practitioner from Dongyun Sword Academy who was smashing on the floating bridge, and looking at Jiang'an opposite him.

All the Northern Wei soldiers on the opposite river bank had difficulty breathing, including the military advisor.

It is extremely rare for flying swords to be taken away. No one would have thought that such a cultivator's heavy iron rod would be directly snatched into Lin Yi's hands.

Many people's eyes fell on the foot that Lin Yi had just kicked out.

The scene just now appeared in their minds, and an extremely uncomfortable feeling kept echoing in their bodies.

Only his legs are truly like cast iron.

"how so!"

The remaining practitioner in Dongyun Sword Academy supported Han Qiuzian, who was difficult to get up for a while. He squatted on the ground, looked up at Lin Yi, and his face was extremely pale. He knew his senior brother Han Qiuzian very well. Han Qiuzian's practice in Dongyun Sword Academy was originally different from them. He took a purely strong path. His body was tempered with a variety of secret medicines. Not only was the explosive power more amazing, but more importantly, his body bones were really much harder than ordinary practitioners. But when the two collided, why did his senior brother's legs break?

Applause rang out.

It was Qi Zhuji who was applauding.

Qi Zhuji looked at the lost practitioner of Dongyun Sword Academy at this time, looked at the Northern Wei army opposite, and applauded and laughed.

Not far behind him, Bai Yuelu, who was standing quietly, was filled with emotion in her eyes.

Lin Yi is not just a natural general, he is also a cultivator with amazing talents.

Although she taught Lin Yi's footwork, she did not expect that Lin Yi could perfectly integrate sword techniques, Dan Mercury Sword and such footwork.

He is really strong.
Chapter completed!