The villain: the memory is exposed, making the empress cry for forgiveness

Yan Yangyan, the Great Elder of Fen Cang Yan Valley, an existence under one person and above tens of thousands in the Taixuan Sanctuary, was stunned by Feng Buqi at this moment.

The heavy pressure that suddenly appeared on the battle stage is obviously the breath of the domain.

The power of the domain is a realm that only monks in the fifth realm of the spiritual body can achieve.

But now Feng Buqi of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, although he can't say that he has fully mastered this ability, this sword domain has already begun to take shape.

Yan Yangyan's expression was stiff, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

With this kind of kendo attainment and talent at a young age, he has reached the realm of a master.

The only thought in his mind right now is to bring this monstrous genius into the Holy Land and vigorously cultivate it.

Feng Buqi pointed at Qingtian, and then fell straight towards Lin Yuan who was rushing forward.

This is a seemingly extremely simple action, even a child can do it easily.

But it was such an extremely simple gesture, swung in Feng Buqi's hand, the speed was so fast that even the number of ways could not be recognized by naked eyes.

The three long swords surrounding him cut down at the same time at the same time as if they were pointed at him.

The three spirit swords were unsheathed, and three astonishing sword movements erupted at the same time, piercing through the air.

The countertop under Feng Buqi's feet suddenly split into three slits along a straight line like cutting tofu.

The sword that surrounded the battle platform was about to explode at the touch of a button, and exploded suddenly.

chirp chirp-

The space was split by the sword energy, and thousands of sword shadows surged up instantly, and the sound was extremely ear-piercing.

The waves of swords in the sky overlapped, sending out surging resonance of the blades, covering Lin Yuan.

The turbulent sword cry and terrifying momentum seemed to smash the entire battle platform into powder.

Just looking at the cold sword light like a flood from afar, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

It seemed as if there were countless sword blades that could pierce their bodies, and they were reaching their backs.

One after another, the overwhelming sword shadows rushed towards Lin Yuan in the sky, making him feel as if he was involved in the prison of sword blades, with nowhere to escape.

"Moon... tooth... sky... Chong!"

But Lin Yuan didn't care about it, and swung the barren bone sword straight up into the sky.

This is not some kind of fancy and gorgeous sword skill, it just gathers and compresses the spiritual pressure of the whole body on the blade, and then swings it out fiercely with all its strength.

Let you have thousands of sword shadows, and I will cut the sky with one sword.

A huge golden crescent rushed out from the great sword, facing the wave of heavy swords with a destructive aura.

boom! !Crack! !

It was like a torrent crashing into a towering and immovable mountain, making a deafening roar and breaking sound.

Under the collision of the torrent of spiritual pressure and the torrent of sword shadow, those countertops made of Profound Sky stones instantly cracked and flew apart.

Countless broken stones were turned into dust along with the frenzied sword light that was blown away.

The first golden crescent was swung out, and Lin Yuan didn't stop, he didn't stop, and waved the big sword in his hand like crazy.

The barren bone sword was like a huge mountain that could not fall down in the flood. It was like a broken bamboo, rushing on a rampage, smashing all the sword shadows that kept coming.

In the shadow of heavy swords, the great sword of Huanggu cut through the thorns and waves, pierced out, and hit Feng Buqi's sword shield fiercely.

This impact is no small matter, containing almost catastrophic violent power, directly smashing Feng Buqi's defensive sword and shield.

Accompanied by the deafening noise and the dust flying all over the sky, Feng Buqi's body was shaken so that he took several steps back.

But before he stabilized his figure, let alone was surprised and panted, Lin Yuan's figure flashed in front of him.

What followed like a shadow was a sharp and domineering mighty sword wind.

Everyone clenched their hands and stared at the battle platform.

Facing Lin Yuan's desperate and powerful offensive, Feng Buqi was at a disadvantage.

And if he took the sword head-on, he would definitely be seriously injured.

At this critical moment, the white jade sword box behind Feng Buqi opened again.

Keng! !

Another spirit sword was shot out in time, blocking this peerless blow for him.

With the appearance of the fourth spirit sword, the spiritual pressure of Feng Buqi's whole body exploded again, and the two forces exploded at the same time, and the two were thrown backwards.

Feng Buqi staggered to the ground, retreated a few steps, and managed to stabilize himself.

His white clothes were stained with dust, his long hair was disheveled, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and finally there was a wave of turmoil in his eyes looking at Lin Yuan.

Facing that berserk force just now, he was shocked to the point of internal injury.

It's not that he hasn't met a sword repairman who uses a big sword, but he has never met an opponent with such incredible strength.

Lin Yuan's arrogant swing of a sword seemed to be disorderly, but it was actually a deadly move.

That power is so violent that even ghosts and gods tremble, even if they are hit by a sword, their consciousness will be blasted to a blank.

Facing Lin Yuan, Feng Buqi felt unable to catch his breath for the first time.

On the other side, Lin Yuan stepped on the sole of his foot to remove the impact and stabilize his body.

The turbulent power that was still on the main battle stage just now dissipated quickly, and fell into a brief silence.

It was quiet enough to hear the gasps of the two with different frequencies.

They stood apart, as if they had a tacit understanding, but did not make a move.

But this short and eerie calm is the prelude to the next wave of storms.

The next moment, Feng Buqi closed his eyes, and the Chunjun sword in his hand suddenly trembled violently.

Around the sword body, rings of sword energy rolled up, and the surrounding air currents also rioted.

Around Feng Buqi, ripples of straight sword energy loomed, like transparent sharp swords appearing out of thin air.

Each of those transparent sharp swords carried an incomparably fierce sword energy, condensing the spiritual pressure of Feng Bu Qitian.

The sword formation was fully formed in just a few breaths, and several cobweb-like cracks appeared on the table under Feng Buqi's feet.

This frightening sword force made the faces of countless young monks pale.

Lin Yuan frowned. Although the sword shadows were not far away from him, he felt as if several sharp blades were pressing against his neck.

Arriving at the vital points of his whole body, it seemed as if it could directly pierce his body in the next second.

But although he was shocked in his heart, there was no fear on his face.

There was no temptation to hold back, no verbal confrontation, and no eye contact.

After calming down the turbulent Qi and blood, Lin Yuan, who had adjusted his fighting state, once again raised the barren bone sword, and the spiritual power of his whole body exploded on the sword like a volcanic eruption.

"Crescent moon sky rushes!!"

The ferocious big sword swung a golden crescent that was close to the full moon in the air, and shot towards Feng Buqi suddenly.

ding ding ding ding...

I saw the invincible transparent sword shadows that contained the spiritual pressure of the sky. Under the impact of this spiritual pressure, they were crushed like strips of light and brittle ice.

The originally dazzling sword array disappeared within a few breaths, making everyone present shocked and dumbfounded.

"What... what?! Feng Buqi's mighty sword array was broken by Lin Yuan's blow?"

"It's really impossible to understand Lin Yuan's power with one force."

But amidst the flying sword lights that were shattered, Feng Buqi, who had been standing still, disappeared without a trace as if he had directly merged with those sword lights.

As the sword light flickered, Feng Buqi came to Lin Yuan in an instant.

The sword formation just now was just an appearance, this momentary sword is Feng Buqi's real killing move.

This time, there are no thousands of sword shadows, no monstrous sword waves.

Yes, it was just a lore sword that condensed all of Feng Buqi's sword intent.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yuan didn't even have time to swing his sword to block it, nor did he have time to dodge it. The pure Jun with the power of the endless sword suddenly stabbed out.

Chi! !

With the soft sound of his body being pierced, Chun Jun easily pierced Lin Yuan's body-protecting spiritual pressure, and pierced his shoulder.

A blood arrow shot out instantly.

Chapter 140 Even if the soul is burned, even if the sky collapses

Feng Buqi hit a hit, but his expression suddenly changed.

Because he felt that the pure jun in his hand seemed to have pierced into an impregnable iron wall.

The tip of the sword had just pierced into Lin Yuan's flesh and blood, and it was less than half an inch long, so it couldn't go any deeper.

This was not a sword he stabbed casually, but a blow he condensed all the sword intent and pierced by a heaven-level top-grade spirit sword.

Even if it is piercing into a rock or black iron, it can be easily pierced out of a hole like cutting mud.

Even a cultivator in the Heavenly Spirit Realm couldn't stop it.

But such a sword couldn't pierce Lin Yuan's flesh and blood.

Everyone is only attracted by his incomparably astonishing violent power, but they always ignore his perverted defensive ability.

Why is his physical body so strong that it is unimaginable?

Is he still a self-cultivator?

Feng Buqi was still surprised by this sword, Lin Yuan's great sword had already swung towards him.

The turbulent spiritual pressure storm came head-on, Feng Buqi quickly withdrew his sword, and retreated violently.

At the same time, he swiped the pure jun in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he swung several fierce and terrifying sword qi, trying to split the rolled up spiritual pressure storm.

Two astonishing energies collided face-to-face at close range, and the berserk force nearly suffocated Feng Buqi, knocking off his protective spiritual pressure in an instant.

He squirted several bloody arrows from his mouth, and half of his white clothes were stained with blood.

The body flew backwards under the tremendous force, and smashed heavily on the transparent barrier on the edge of the battle platform, making a muffled bang.

In an instant, Feng Buqi's whole body felt as if he had been hit hard by a mountain, and his internal organs were violently shaken like a river and sea.

The auditorium suddenly exclaimed, and suddenly exploded.

The monks from all over the world who had just sat down stood up, unable to believe their eyes.

On the stage where young monks from the Seven Kingdoms competed, Lin Yuan had created too many miracles.

It has shocked the world time and time again and subverted cognition.

But just after everyone thought they had seen Lin Yuan's limit, he once again broke everyone's perception.

When the two hit each other, only a small blood hole was left on Lin Yuan's body, but Feng Buqi obviously suffered a lot of internal injuries.

The current Lin Yuan is no longer the Lin Yuan he was when he was fighting Yan Ren.

Only half a month has passed, and the level of strength can be said to be reborn, a world of difference.

All the elders locked their eyes on Lin Yuan, and they were all speechless.

These people standing on top of the Seven Kingdoms were once again stunned by this junior.

This son will definitely be famous in Taixuan in the future and rule the world.

On the main stage, Feng Buqi slowly stood up.

Taking Lin Yuan's blow head-on, his face was pale at this moment.

The large bloodstains on the white clothes looked shocking, and the breath was far worse than before.

The uproar in the audience came and went quickly.

Everyone held their breath and their hearts were beating wildly.

Could it be... that Lin Yuan really... might win?

Before the start of the war, everyone thought it was absurd, but now it kept reverberating in their hearts and souls.