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

In fact, mental fatigue is far more terrifying than physical fatigue.

Every second, he has to pay attention to possible attacks from all directions.

Every second, he has to make a timely response, and make predictions and calculations for the next second's foothold and action.

What he needs to pay attention to and calculate is not something that can be imagined just by looking at the picture.

See, it's infinitely more difficult than actually doing it.

But before there was a ten-second pause, the desperate tone sounded again.

Clank, clang, clang, clang...

On the wasteland, hundreds of yellow flashes of different sizes spewed out from the ground.

Just looking at it from the screen, everyone felt their scalps go numb.

The eighth wave...

250 The six battle spirits of the Desolate race have already entered the field.

Chapter 21 Secret Sword!Sword collapse!

The crowd is like a sea, rolling in.

The howling wind was rustling.

Holding the sword in one hand, Lin Yuan kept gathering wind spirits on the sword.

The long sword trembled, and the majestic sword intent and strong fighting intent lingered on the humming sword.

"Come to fight!"

With a roar, he swung his sword upwards, swung several slashes in succession, and blew the horn of this battle of one against two hundred.

In an instant, dozens of whirlwinds condensed into a huge whirlwind, sweeping towards the surrounding Desolate warriors.

The majestic wind spirit and sword energy, swift as a knife, strangled all the creatures they touched.

Accompanied by bursts of Qingyue sword chant and surging sword energy, Lin Yuan shuttled through the gaps in the sword light, walking under the attacks of countless Desolate warriors.

It's like a ghostly ghost, elusive.

As long as it is touched by the sword light, as long as it is touched by the sword light, there will be one by one desolate souls destroyed by the sword.

The piercing sword intent and momentum around Lin Yuan's body became more and more intense, and even formed a vacuum circle.

He seemed to have inexhaustible spiritual power, flying like flowing water, making sword moves one after another.

Among the more than 200 Desolate warriors, none of them could get close.

Outside the copper coffin.

The sound of the collision of swords and blades echoed uninterruptedly in the imperial palace.

Everyone looked at Lin Yuan's high-spirited figure, who became more and more courageous as he fought, and murmured the name "Qingdi" in their hearts.

Their minds were beyond shocked.

Facing the eighth wave of enemies, Lin Yuan's strength was so many times stronger than that of the seventh wave.

What he showed in the seventh wave was an extremely solid foundation of swordsmanship and talent.

But now, it is Wushuang's swordsmanship and sword skills.

The sword light and whistling sword energy constantly fluttering in the picture are at one time as graceful as a butterfly dancing, and at another time as violent as a gale whistling.

In their life, they have never seen a sword cultivator in the early stage of foundation establishment, who can use swordsmanship to such a superb level.

It can actually make people feel it personally, a kind of sword destroying all magic.

It has to be heart-shattering.

However, as the consumption of Lin Yuan's single-handed sword continued to increase, the speed and strength of his sword swing seemed to be decreasing every minute.

The figure that was running around in the battle formation had also become obviously dull.

This caused him to leave a short gap after each sword strike.

In normal times, this is not a flaw at all.

But in the face of hundreds of aggressive enemies, it is very dangerous.

Even several of them were dangerous.

If it weren't for the powerful physical strength of the ancient holy body, he would have been exhausted and in despair.

Chill-

A sharp piercing sound sounded, and several shield guards surrounded by a circle were thrown flying by Lin Yuan's sword path.

However, due to a sore and tired feeling on his arm, when he returned the sword, his movements were a beat slower.

From the side, several dangerous icy breaths came instantly.

The spear, sharp sword, and blade suddenly pierced his ribs and right arm, spraying out several bright red blood flowers.

Fortunately, Lin Yuan had a spiritual defense, coupled with the strong physical body of the ancient holy body, these wounds did not penetrate too deep.

But it made his spirit, which was tense to the limit, instantly become clear from exhaustion.

Lin Yuan put his teeth together, bit the tip of his tongue forcefully, then swung his right arm, cutting off the three sharp blades piercing his body with one sword.

Keng!

Accompanied by a howl of swords and a long cry, he stepped on the Desolate warrior beside him and leaped high.

Using his agility, he leaped on the shoulders of the Desolate warriors who had temporarily lost their attack targets.

After jumping out of the impenetrable encirclement in a thrilling manner, Lin Yuan found an open space and kept a certain distance from the enemy.

Before the warriors from the Desolate race came over, panting heavily, he quickly recovered the spiritual power in the sword spirit root.

Seeing the beads of sweat rolling down Lin Yuan's face, and his shoulders heaving violently with his heavy breathing, the monks' eyes showed a growing horror.

It was obvious that from the beginning of the sixth wave of battles, his whole body was always in a state of extreme tension.

The mental consumption of every moment is far beyond the limit of ordinary monks.

It is unbelievable that he can persist until now.

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Without a belief that is far beyond ordinary people, without an indestructible will, it is absolutely impossible to support the present.

And the source of all Qingdi's firm beliefs and will comes from Yun Wuyue in his arms.

And Yun Wuyue, who is the person in the picture, frowned slightly at this moment, and a few crooked wrinkles could be faintly seen on his forehead.

The lips are also moving in a slight struggle, obviously engaged in some ideological struggle.

In the screen, Lin Yuan moved again.

"Xiao Wuyue, you have to hold on."

He took a deep breath and hugged Yun Wuyue tightly in his arms.

"Because of my body, my spirit, my will, all my strength..."

The warriors of the Desolate race quickly turned back one after another, and Lin Yuan killed the first enemy who came after him with a single blow of his sword.

"It's all dependent on your life, so you must hold on."

Daoist whirlwinds raged out from the blade, and Lin Yuan slashed thousands of opportunities, leveling dozens of Desolate warriors around him.

"You don't have to be afraid."

Lin Yuan calmed down, he was condensing the last sword intent, condensing all the remaining spiritual power in the root of the sword.

"Because at the first moment of stepping into this trial ground..."

His aura reached its peak, and he pointed the tip of his sword at the sea of ​​people in front of him.

"Brother and your fate are completely linked together."

The spirit sword Weng mingled, and the endless sword intent lingered on the sword, making the hearts of everyone watching the screen throbbing, subconsciously holding their breath.

"Because we have long... lived and died together!!!"

Lin Yuan let out a final roar, and swung a secret wind sword that he learned from the woodcutter grandfather, and it was also his strongest sword so far.

"Secret Sword! Absolute Wind - Slash!"

The whole screen was silent at first.

After that, a whistling sound like a tornado storm arose from the sword.

In an instant, a majestic wind spirit surged out, and countless lingering sword lights rushed like a flood.

The sound of the sword continued, it was deafening, and the entire desert ground was shaken by it.

It made all the actions of the Desolate warriors stagnate.

Boom——

Even the spirit sword in Lin Yuan's hand couldn't bear the power of the sword, and it shattered into flying iron filings on the spot.

But all the warriors of the Desolate race who rushed in front of him turned into flying sand and rain.

The entire crowd was emptied in an instant, revealing a mess of sand and deep, invisible cracks.

In the eighth wave, 56 and [-] Desolate warriors were all wiped out by this secret sword!

Whoa!

Witnessing the power of this sword with his own eyes, the entire imperial palace suddenly became extremely chaotic.

"The power of the secret sword is so powerful!"

The pupils of all the monks shrank sharply in shock, and let out bursts of bewildered exclamations.

"That's a secret sword. Countless people can't find it, and it's the pinnacle of swordsmanship that they can't learn! How can it not be powerful!"

"If you can learn this secret sword, you will have no regrets in this life."

"I didn't say that, the sword formula was exposed long ago, but can you understand the true meaning?"

"It wasn't possible before, but after seeing Qingdi's secret sword just now, I felt something in my heart. The bottleneck of the sword seems to have been touched. I might really be able to."

"Don't brag, Qingdi's talent is really beyond compare."

"..."

Lin Yuan's sword made the turmoil of the entire crowd of monks unable to stop at all.

They had to admit that aside from the evil deeds that Emperor Qing had done, he was a supreme emperor with a very charismatic personality.

The more his memory pictures are exposed, the more his hidden secrets are discovered, the more people want to know more.

And it always brings shock again and again.

The admiration and admiration for his cultivation strength will only grow deeper and deeper.

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Chapter 22: Ice and Fire Double Heaven!

Looking at the endless desert, wind and sand blow by.

The eighth wave of battle spirits of the Desolate race was wiped out by Lin Yuan's secret sword, and the scene returned to calm again.

Even the entire imperial palace became quiet again.

It was so quiet that only Lin Yuan's heavy breathing and the slight sound of sweat dripping from his body could be heard.

After a whole hundred breaths of time passed, not a single Desolate warrior appeared.

The first level of the Rage God Trial should stop here.