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

King Yan's shrill scream woke up everyone in Kunning Palace from the bone-chilling chill.

Their bodies trembled like they had fallen into a cellar of ice.

Yan Ren died, only in the blink of an eye.

Still in such a miserable way, not even a single intact body.

Those Imperial Guards whose formation was disrupted by the sudden burst of spiritual pressure also woke up from a dream.

They swarmed forward like a tide one by one, besieging Lin Yuan.

But how could these people be the opponents of the young Emperor Qing.

Facing so many enemies of the same realm, or even higher realms, and at the same time being distracted to protect a person who can't move, this is impossible for others.

But for an unreasonable existence like Lin Yuan, there was no threat at all.

He held the Great Sword of Desolate Bone in his right hand, and wrapped Qin Zhimu's hand in his left arm, making her lean tightly on his shoulder.

The crowd surged up, and dense swords, lights and swords struck.

The spiritual power surged, half of it protected Qin Zhimu's body, and the other half poured into the great sword he swung vigorously in his hand.

The huge sword swirled, drawing a golden full moon around him, bringing up an irresistible storm of spiritual pressure, forcing back several forbidden troops.

The swift and domineering sword wind roared in Kunning Palace.

The advantage of the great sword was brought into full play by Lin Yuan at this moment.

The wide opening and closing sword shadows made all the imperial guards of the Yan Kingdom dead or wounded before they got close.

This Kunning Palace, which has always been a solemn and peaceful scene, is currently performing an extremely bloody scene of purgatory.

The roars and screams echoed in the palace, and the imperial guards fell one by one under the hands of the crazy Lin Yuan.

Their bodies were smashed in all directions, and they landed with a rain of blood, and then smashed pieces of the banquet.

The staggered toasts were in a mess, and the good wedding banquet became messy.

The Kunning Palace has been completely reduced to a scarlet hell, and the sky is filled with blood mist that cannot be dissipated.

Limbs and arms were everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers.

The princes and nobles present were hiding everywhere, afraid of being affected, all trembling in fear.

Forgive them for having seen countless people in their lifetime, and they have learned a lot, and they haven't seen any big scenes.

But now, he was still so shocked by the scene in front of him that he ran away in fear, unable to control himself.

The body smashed to pieces by the great sword, the limbs torn apart by the spiritual pressure storm, the blood splattered everywhere, roared like a devil.

It's a scene that would only happen in hell.

The devil... This Lin Yuan is simply a devil! !

The majestic and supreme King Yan also shrank in the farthest corner of the hall at this time.

That cold face became paler than white paper, and beads of sweat kept falling from his forehead.

His eyes fixed on the surrounded Lin Yuan, and his whole body felt cold.

For the first time in his entire life, he was filled with endless and boundless fear like this.

The scene of Yan Ren's tragic death was still reflected in front of his eyes, and he couldn't shake it off.

The terrifying power displayed by Lin Yuan also left him with a shadow that could never be erased.

He broke into the huge Yan Kingdom Imperial Palace, making it extremely chaotic and restless.

The huge guarding force couldn't capture or kill him, instead causing countless casualties.

The wedding was ruined, the prince was killed, Qin Zhimu was snatched away, and he even paid for the lives of the guards of the forbidden army.

Such a heavy price was an unbearable catastrophic blow to Yan.

This is even more a disgrace to the Yan Kingdom, a shame that has never been seen before!

The hard black stone floor cracked everywhere, and the countless pillars inlaid with crystals in the hall were also smashed to pieces.

Vibration, roar, and crackling sound continued.

The extremely violent impact sound could be expected to be enough to shatter the internal organs of these heavily armored guardsmen.

Lin Yuan was still roaring wildly, and the big sword in his hand was smashing around like a strong wind.

The cry was louder than the cry, and the blow of the blade storm was more violent than the blow.

Every time the sword is struck, large groups of blood mist will be splashed violently.

He stepped on the bloody road, turning a blind eye to everything around him.

His gaze stayed firmly on the gate of the palace in the distance.

He had to be fast, he had to make quick decisions.

This is not only for the safety of Feng Buqi and Feng Qingyang, but also for taking Qin Zhimu away safely.

The longer the delay, the worse the situation becomes.

His fighting talent, his physical strength, and his ability to control the big sword allow him to fight many with one.

But this kind of power has an upper limit after all.

In order to protect Qin Zhimu, it was an extremely unwise choice to swing the huge desolate bone sword weighing a thousand jun with one hand.

Not to mention facing countless enemies.

During this process, Lin Yuan's right arm had already felt sore.

And he rushed here without stopping, and his tense spirit made him faint several times during the process of breaking through.

But those imperial guards who were also trained to be fearless, although they fell row after row in his hands, they poured into countless pieces one after another.

The entire Kunning Palace is now completely full of people.

Lin Yuan's location was tightly surrounded, making it impossible for him to fly out.

Shield walls, spears, swords and axes, and countless spiritual pressure attacks also locked on him.

This was enough to cause ordinary monks to die countless times without making Lin Yuan feel timid.

It didn't make him flinch, but instead aroused his anger even more.

One step, two steps...

He held his heavy breathing firmly, pouring out all his strength with all his strength, squeezing all his spirit and will

In the dense crowd, he kept moving forward and rushed to the gate of the palace.

Bang!Zheng!boom!boom!

The dense sound of sword blade clanging and bombardment was endless, accompanied by screams that also did not stop.

Lin Yuan ruthlessly reaped the lives of the forbidden army one after another.

After swinging the great sword countless times, the gate of the palace was finally approaching.

After a short rest, he gathered his remaining strength again.

"Uhhhhhhhhh! Get the hell out of here!!"

A loud roar was like thunder shaking the world, shaking the hearts of the guards at the gate of the hall who were already so frightened that their legs were limp.

And when Lin Yuan's terrifying eyes stared at them and locked onto their bodies, they hissed uncontrollably in fear, and they didn't even have the guts to swing their weapons.

The astonishing spiritual pressure was mixed with terrifying evil spirit, and it exploded from Lin Yuan.

With a roar, he leaped forward and flew towards the gate of the palace that was blocked by the forbidden army.

When his figure fell, his right hand had already swung out.

The Desolate Bone sword cut across a golden storm, and destructive power surged downward.

Under the berserk force, the imperial guards blocking the entrance of the hall seemed to be crushed by Mount Tai, and they were all crushed to the ground by the berserk spiritual pressure.

The vast spiritual pressure bombardment exploded in all directions, breaking several pillars directly.

Amidst the thunderous roar, the impregnable gate of the palace collapsed, burying all the imperial guards who were kneeling down.

boom!

In the dust flying all over the sky, Lin Yuan hugged Qin Zhimu and finally fell to the ground.

The Desolate Bone Sword was inserted deeply into the cracked ruins, and the ground trembled.

There was no one standing behind him.

And in front of him, the guards who rushed over when they heard the noise trembled all over, trembling and afraid to move forward.

The desolate night wind blew past with a pungent stench, making them shiver all over.

"Zhimu... we... can go out..."

Lin Yuan looked down at Qin Zhimu, and said softly.

"I'll take you... take you... home..."

He stood up, dizzy in his mind and eyes.

Lin Yuan bit the tip of his tongue, waking up his body that was going to be drowsy with severe pain, and resisted the dizziness that the physical body and spiritual roots lost strength.

Tonight was the second murder in his life.

Looking at the broken corpses on the ground under his feet, his eyes were surprisingly calm, nothing unusual.

There were still people in front of me, densely packed, but none of them moved forward.

Instead, they let out fearful cries and stepped back crazily.

Ah……

The corner of Lin Yuan's mouth curled up in an unknown arc, he stepped on the auspicious clouds, and his feet flew into the air, but suddenly he heard a violent roar from outside the night sky.

"Inhuman beast! Take my life!"

The sound was like thunder rolling from the sky, shaking the world, it made his ears buzz, and his eyes suddenly went black.

As the spiritual pressure of the overturning sky descended, Lin Yuan's figure suddenly stagnated in mid-air, unable to rise any more.

Under the unbearable spiritual pressure, he raised his head with difficulty little by little, and opened his eyes.

somebody is coming……