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

He tightly grasped the hilt of the Great Sword of Desolate Bone with both hands. After taking a deep breath, his eyebrows sank, his teeth clenched, and he lifted it from the ground in one breath.

"You haven't... knocked me down yet!!"

Tremblingly, Lin Yuan pointed the tip of his sword at Feng Buqi, and roared in a low voice.

Feng Buqi: "..."

Seeing Lin Yuan who refused to give up even in this state, Feng Buqi's expression froze, and he froze in place for a moment.

He closed his eyes, and in the brief silence, only Lin Yuan's heavy breathing was left in the battle arena.

It took quite a while before Feng Buqi's breath and mood calmed down.

"I see."

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"But if you are facing this kind of power, can you still muster the fighting spirit?"

boom! ! !

As the white jade sword box was opened for the last time, a mighty sword came to the world like a king.

A thick ancient bronze sword was held in Feng Buqi's hand. He put his fingers on the hilt and pushed it upwards.

Clang! !

With a loud bang, the ancient Tai'a sword was half out of its sheath.

With just half a fraction of the power of the sword unsheathed, the top of the main battle platform began to sink significantly.

clack clack...

Under this sword power, both of Lin Yuan's feet were deeply pressed into the pile of rubble, and his whole body was like covering ten thousand mountains.

boom! ! !

At this moment, the great sword of desolate bones that he raised with great difficulty also crashed to the ground, creating a deep hole.

It was as if thousands of dark iron epees were pressing hard on it, making it impossible for him to lift the sword for a minute.

Clank, clank, clank...

At this time, Lin Yuan suddenly heard chaotic sword cries one after another in his ears.

In every corner of the sword nest, with countless exclamations, the spiritual swords carried by countless monks were all unsheathed at this moment, trembling and humming.

Feng Buqi's seventh sword, the Immortal Sword Tai'a, has never been shown to anyone in his life.

In front of this ancient Tai'a sword, those spiritual swords seemed to see a majestic emperor.

In awe, it took the initiative to get out of the sheath, and made a sound of surrender, trembling continuously.

Even if their masters held on tightly to the hilt of the sword, they were still trembling violently, uncontrollable.

Lin Yuan's whole body was tense, and his pupils shrank violently.

Blood and sweat oozed from his forehead and flowed down his cheeks that were paler than white paper.

As the existence specifically targeted by this sword power, he felt an extremely strong breath of death, which was constantly covering his whole body.

Every drop of blood, every nerve, every cell was telling him how terrifying the fairy sword in front of him was.

They are all telling him that once the sword is fully unsheathed, it will definitely take his life.

They are all forcing him with Feng Buqi's will to give up this duel rationally.

"Hoo... hiss... uh, cough uh... cough cough!"

If there is any pressure, Lin Yuan's already extremely heavy breathing will become shorter and intermittent, and his lips will turn dark purple.

Just taking in a little air, the lungs felt as if they were about to burst, and the pain was excruciating.

Feng Buqi... actually conquered a fairy sword with a mortal body...

This kind of sword power alone is enough... Maybe it is really like what Feng Buqi said, he has already lost...

Lin Yuan's consciousness was oppressed to the point of being blurred, and one negative thought after another emerged from it.

yes……

How could a hollow person like him win against such an opponent.

How much he wanted to throw away all his senses, just fall asleep like this, and lose the game like this...

What will happen if you lose...

Lin Yuan's mind was completely confused.

He couldn't figure out why he was standing here, why he was struggling like this.

I don't know where I'm going or what I'm going to do.

Consciousness was on the verge of confusion under heavy pressure, and in his increasingly blurred vision, Lin Yuan suddenly saw some kind of object flashing in front of his eyes.

"what……"

That is fire.

A group of flaming fireworks.

A scorching heat arose out of nowhere, making Lin Yuan's whole body boil like a furnace.

This hotness, this body that was also overwhelmed by the weight reminded him of one thing when he was on the verge of coma.

It reminded me of the moonless night when I was wiped out by the blue flame.

I thought of the same feeling of squeezing all my spirit and strength and dragging my exhausted body forward in the [-] mountains.

In the past so many years, what has he done?

He lost his relatives, his elders, his sister, everything, and was alone.

He couldn't do anything, not even change anything.

From that day until now, nothing has changed.

It was obviously still the case, but he was covered in scars all over his body. What was the reason?

do not know.

Lin Yuan couldn't think of anything.

The body is so exhausted that it wants to rest, to fall into a deep sleep, to be free forever.

As long as you stop here, you can be free forever.

He knows all this very well, but...

"Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh..."

Lin Yuan's throat let out a deep roar, as if he wanted to gather strength.

He raised the soles of his feet little by little, torturing his body that was about to collapse under the heavy pressure.

He couldn't think anymore, he didn't know the answer.

But from the burning fireworks, there was a shadow flickering all the time.

In the blurred memory, Lin Yuan can't remember what that back looks like at all.

But every time that shadow of a beautiful woman appeared in the flickering flames, his heart throbbed endlessly.

One force after another ignited in his body, driving his already exhausted body.

Feeling the dry heat gushing out from the depths of the spiritual root, Lin Yuan finally remembered something.

"I made an agreement with her..."

The Desolate Bone Sword was suddenly pulled out of the pit.

"what?!"

Unbelievable horror flashed across Feng Buqi's face.

He felt a strange force suddenly surged out of Lin Yuan's body, a force that made Tai and Ah in his hands tremble.

"So... I have to fight..."

Lin Yuan's whole body was trembling, and his hands were tightly grasping the barren bone sword.

"It's not far... thousands of miles, overcome... all difficulties..."

He lowered his head and laughed, a very sad and decisive smile.

"Come here...I, Lin Yuan, only fight...that's all..."

"War... is everything..."

"Even if the soul is burned... even if the sky collapses!!"

As the words popped out of his mouth, Lin Yuan's tightly closed eyes were suddenly covered with scarlet red.

From the slits of the eyes, two streams of blood flowed down.

In this state of extreme exertion, he opened the word secret again.

Suddenly, an extremely manic and unstable scorching aura rose from his body whose spiritual power had been completely exhausted.

chi chi chi...

The chaotic tearing sound resounded all over Lin Yuan's body.

His flesh, blood vessels, bones...

Everything in his body cracked into blood-colored cracks one after another, and gurgling blood rushed out.

Just one second is enough.

It only takes a moment.

Sight, taste, hearing, touch, smell, pain...

Any physical sensation, even breathing, is superfluous and unnecessary.

All muscles, all bone marrow, all blood, squeeze out all the strength, just for this extreme moment.

Deep within the spiritual root, the demon emperor's heart, which was as red as an agate, was trembling, squeezing out a drop of extremely bright red blood, releasing a dazzlingly intense light.

The blood of evil spirits, burn!

Chapter 141 The First Cultivation of the Seven Kingdoms, Back to the Qin Dynasty

At the cost of physical collapse, overdrawing of life, and burning of soul and will, Lin Yuan burned a drop of the demon emperor's blood.

Not only that, he also forcibly activated the word secret for the second time in a short period of time.

Because he knew that only in this way would there be a slight chance of withstanding the blood of the tyrannical demon emperor.

Lin Yuan understood the consequences of doing so.

Crossing the limit in this instant is undoubtedly the most devastating blow to his exhausted body.

His soul and will also have to bear this huge load no less than his body.

He is completely fighting with his life, gambling with his life.

He bet that his extremely tough holy body would not be hit by the demon power in the demon emperor's blood and die suddenly on the spot.

As long as he doesn't die, relying on the self-healing ability of the holy body, he can still recover.

Even if it takes more time, he can't get out of bed for ten days and a half months, can't move, or even leave some unknown sequelae, he will do the same.

Because this was all he could think of, the only possibility to win Feng Buqi.

For the agreement with Qin Zhimu, for the future of the two.

He put aside everything, exhausted his life, experienced dangers and moments of life and death again and again, and stood here.

Now it's only one step away, and you can climb to the peak and complete your thoughts.

He would never allow himself to fall short in this last step.

A strange blood-colored red light burst out from the depths of the spiritual roots, shining scarlet red on all the spiritual veins, blood vessels, and meridians of Lin Yuan's whole body.

With the sudden release of the fierce and violent spiritual pressure from his body, that bloody light also leaked out of his body.