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

With the blood gushing out of his chapped body surface, the whole person looks like a blood demon god who has lost his mind at this moment.

Lin Yuan's arms were turned upside down, his meridians were broken in countless places, and he raised the barren bone sword above his head in the numb pain.

Three spiritual currents of different colors frantically converged into his hands, and then covered the great sword.

At the tip of the sword, a blood-red demon lotus with two colors of green and gold was formed in an instant.

At the first moment when the blood lotus took shape, the entire blade of the sword was bent into the shape of a full moon.

It is conceivable what kind of terrifying and tyrannical spiritual pressure is contained in the blood lotus.

Although it is only a drop of the demon emperor's blood, it contains the delusion-breaking power of the evil king and the coercion of the demon emperor.

Although Lin Yuan is still unable to show his potential, but at the level of aura, he has already left the sword power of the Immortal Sword far away.

Cracks arose from Lin Yuan's feet and spread wildly on the main battle stage.

The ground subsided substantially, and the tabletop, which was already riddled with holes, became even more unbearable.

The entire spiritual pressure barrier was twisted and deformed under the oppression of this majestic spiritual pressure, overflowing with huge and unparalleled coercion, covering the entire sword nest.

"……what is that?"

"No...don't know..."

"What a terrifying power... Lin Yuan actually... what kind of monster... is he..."

The faces of all the monks in the audience were pale, their throats overflowed with intermittent words, and they subconsciously gathered their whole body to defend.

Even the elders of the Holy Land who were in the five spiritual realms felt a heavy sense of oppression, suffocation, and trembling.

This coercion also made Feng Buqi completely suffocated in an instant, and a deadly sense of crisis arose in his heart.

Immortal sword has spirit, he didn't even think about it, subconsciously pulled out the ancient Tai'a sword at the first moment.

Otherwise he won't be able to get out of the sheath.

But even so, the blade of Tai'a Ancient Sword was still trembling violently, wanting to break free, want to get back its sheath, and want to escape.

Feng Buqi comforted the spirit sword in his hand, and released all the remaining spiritual power and sword intent that could be gathered without reservation.

The next moment, the ancient Tai'a sword took him up into the sky, bursting out the bronze-colored sword light and the sword light that covered the sky and the sun.

The sword light was so strong and dazzling that it covered the vast sun light projected from the sky.

In the mighty sword light, countless sword qi flew and circled, and suddenly condensed into a huge bronze sword with a length of [-] meters.

The phantom of the giant sword fell from the sky, pointing directly at Lin Yuan.

The breath-holding boundless sword spread out suddenly, blowing out several deep ravines.

At the same time, an evil figure roaring towards the sky flickered behind Lin Yuan.

As he swung his great sword, the evil spirit, bringing the blood-colored demon lotus with endless destructive aura, rushed towards the bronze giant sword falling from the sky.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

A loud noise like thunder, like the sky falling, came to the world, resounding through the entire sword nest, and even spread to most of Luojing.

Everyone felt as if they had been bombarded by five thunders, their heads were in a daze, and their hearts trembled endlessly at this moment.

Two volcanic eruptions erupted, causing the earth to tremble violently.

The ripples of space vibration spread wildly to the surroundings, and an invisible and terrifying storm swept across the battle platform.

The extremely dazzling Reiatsu light exploded, completely submerging the battle platform.

It covered the figures of Lin Yuan and Feng Buqi, and also covered the huge bronze sword.

Unspeakable shock and horror appeared on everyone's face.

Whether it is Lin Yuan or Feng Buqi, both of them have clearly fought to the last moment of exhaustion.

But the momentum of this blow once again far exceeded the sum of all previous attacks.

The trembling earth gradually calmed down, and the storm on the battle platform stopped roaring.

In the auditorium, countless people stood up and stared at the battle stage.

When the dust dissipated, the dazzling light of spiritual pressure disappeared completely, and the vision became clear. Everyone's breath was held instantly, and the sockets of their eyes couldn't be wider.

Their gazes froze instantly, and they could no longer make even the slightest sound from their throats.

What is presented to everyone at this moment is a huge pit with a radius of one kilometer.

But the surface of such a huge deep pit is as smooth as if it had been polished, and even a piece of gravel could not be found inside.

Because those gravels were all crushed into fine powder.

From this, one can imagine the horror of the spiritual pressure that exploded here just now.

In the center of the huge crater, there are two motionless figures.

Feng Buqi stood there blankly, looking at Lin Yuan, who was only a few meters away from him, with dazed eyes.

Lin Yuan, on the other hand, lay prone on the ground, and the great sword of barren bones was lying beside him.

There were countless shocking bloodstains on his body surface, and his whole body was stained scarlet with blood.

In just a few breaths, a large pool of blood gathered under him.

But he remained motionless, as if he had lost consciousness.

ended……

Just when everyone thought that this unbeatable battle was finally over, Lin Yuan, who was lying on the ground, seemed to make a slight movement that was hardly noticeable.

He was still lying in a pool of blood, without even raising his head.

His consciousness is falling into nothingness, but his blood-soaked right arm is trembling slightly in the pool of blood with the last sliver of unyielding will left.

His right index finger was constantly bending and struggling on the smooth stone surface, as if scratching the ground.

Do not……

The rhythmic, little ups and downs were not subconscious scratching before he was about to pass out, but were obviously deliberate.

Everyone stared at Lin Yuan's scarlet index finger that kept drawing.

The blood-stained fingertips were trembling with strokes, strokes, and strokes, writing something.

Although the word was so crooked that it was difficult to recognize, everyone outside the copper coffin could clearly see that it was definitely the word "Zhi".

Zhimu's... Zhi.

But the second word only had three blood spots on the "氵" lightly, and it stopped.

As the unfinished word "Zhimu" was completely frozen, Lin Yuan's arm fell silent on the ground unwillingly.

With the blood light and breath on his body, it completely disappeared.

Lin Yuan finally fell into a coma, and the duel came to an end.

But the shock in everyone's heart can never stop.

The hearts of those cultivators who worked so hard and traveled thousands of miles to come here were violently turbulent.

It was indeed a worthwhile trip for them, because every scene during this battle severely impacted everything about them, even their hearts and souls.

Two monks of the younger generation staged a duel that surpassed the realm, broke the limit, and subverted cognition.

Especially Lin Yuan, although he was ultimately defeated by Feng Buqi.

But the shock he brought to people was far more than that of Feng Buqi.

Qin State... Lin Yuan...

……

……

In the deadly sword nest, time passed by bit by bit while everyone was in a daze.

Maybe it was just for a moment, or maybe it took a long time, until Yan Yangyan's words sounded, people suddenly came back to their senses, waking up like a dream.

"Lin Yuan fell to the ground and lost his battle power. In this year's Taixuan Seven Kingdoms Ranking Tournament, the first place is..."

"Do not!!"

Above the battle stage, Yan Yangyan was about to call out Feng Buqi's name when a male voice suddenly appeared and interrupted him.

It is none other than Feng Buqi who would interrupt Yan Yangyan at such an inopportune moment.

Everyone looked at each other in blank amazement.

At this last moment, what else does Feng Buqi want to do?

In the center of the huge pit, Feng Buqi raised his head, and slowly raised the ancient Tai'a sword in his hand.

And just when he raised the ancient Tai'a sword, a slight but clearly audible sound rang in everyone's ears.

click -

That was the sound of metal cracking.

ka ka ka-

With the sound of cracking one after another, everyone finally discovered the source of the sound.

On the ancient Tai'a sword, tiny cracks appeared one after another from the tip of the sword.

Then it quickly spread inch by inch to the entire body of the sword until it reached the hilt.

ding ding ding ding...

Like a knocking note, the bronze fragments of the sword body fell to the ground one after another, making a crisp sound.

The original Tai'a ancient sword, which was originally complete, suddenly became fragmented like shattered glass, scattered into fragments all over the place.

The long sword that was still intact suddenly shattered like fragile glass, scattered into pieces all over the place.

Everyone stared at the fragments of the blade under Feng Buqi's feet, and their jaws almost fell to the ground.

A peerless fairy sword turned into a waste just like that.

"This is the power of his last blow. If it wasn't for this fairy sword that blocked me, but hit me..."

Feng Buqi's tone was extremely flat.

"I'm definitely dead now, so the winner is not me, but Lin Yuan."

"he……"

Feng Buqi closed his eyes and let out a long breath as if relieved.

"It is the real number one in the Seven Kingdoms. There is no one in the Taixuan Sanctuary before, and there will be no one in the future. It is unparalleled and unmatched..."

"The number one cultivator in the Seven Kingdoms!"

With the roaring sound waves resounding from all directions of the sword nest, the picture on the copper coffin came to an abrupt stop.

The screen flashed again shortly thereafter.

High above the sky, the white clouds on both sides continued to pass backwards.

Lin Yuan stepped on the seven-colored holy cloud, wore a golden armored holy garment, and plundered towards the Bauhinia City, which gradually emerged in his vision.

After the battle with Feng Buqi was over, his body was restored to its original state by virtue of the ranking reward from the source crystal liquid of Lingmai.

And after taking the three Earth Spirit Pills, his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, directly reaching the peak of the Earth Spirit Realm.

But at this time, a full month has passed since the end of the seven-nation ranking.

He was already returning home, with a rare joyful smile on his face, and he wanted to bring this good news back to Qin Zhimu.

"Brother Lin, along the way, this country of Qin is indeed a land of outstanding people and outstanding talents."

Beside Lin Yuan, Feng Buqi, dressed in white, was standing on the spirit sword, walking with him through the sky.

After the First World War, the two also met and hated each other late, cherished each other, and became brothers of the opposite sex.

In such a state of injury, Lin Yuan can recover so quickly and well, naturally it cannot do without Feng Buqi's help.

"This can be regarded as solving the doubts in my heart, and this trip is worthwhile."

Feng Buqi put his hands behind his back, kept looking down, and nodded.

"Only such a unique geographical environment can give birth to a genius like Brother Lin."