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

The millions of monks in the arena also felt the scorching air waves coming from the main arena.

This is the case across such a distance, one can imagine the intensity of the spiritual pressure that exploded on this Yanlong's body.

Not to mention Lin Yuan who was on the battlefield, facing Yanlong directly.

"This is the unique skill of Fencangyan Valley... Cangyanyanlong, it's really terrifying."

"This kind of spiritual pressure is simply hopeless. It's impossible for a cultivator in the earth spirit realm to bear it?"

Lin Yuan's robes were blown away by the oncoming air waves, and his robes were also blown up by the surging flame storm, puffing up.

But he didn't back down at all, but swung his arms with all his strength, releasing the spiritual pressure surging from the depths of his spiritual roots.

Although the elders in Disabled Old Village did not teach him any kind of great sword skills, but he has already mastered all the attacking moves.

The spiritual power in his body was circulated to the extreme by Lin Yuan, he swung, chopped, slashed, and stabbed.

Unreservedly, relentlessly, and tirelessly, he unleashes cross-over spiritual storms again and again.

Want to strangle the flame of the dragon.

Two, four, six. ． ． ． ． ．

A series of storms that were powerful enough to strangle refined iron swept towards the flame dragon at high speed, humming along the way.

At the moment when the two collided, Yanlong opened his mouth, and the palpitating storm was instantly swallowed up.

Lin Yuan controlled the spiritual power, and it exploded in Yanlong's body.

The waves of fire that covered the sky and the sun exploded, and the entire battle platform was completely submerged in the flames.

But this is not the real power of the Cangyan Flame Dragon, those exploding Cangyan quickly gathered together in mid-air.

There are hundreds of thousands of small flame dragons that turned into strips, flying wantonly in the sky.

"Burn me to ashes in the flames!"

Yan Ren roared loudly, with endless cruelty in his eyes.

With a grinning grin, he controlled the sky-filled flame dragon, and with unrivaled momentum, he rushed towards Lin Yuan at top speed, intending to devour him completely.

Those small flame dragons scattered around the battle platform seemed to be ordered to throw up the flame shadows in the sky, and advanced in the air like a storm.

They danced their long bodies angrily, setting off a sea of ​​flames, enveloping Lin Yuan's figure, submerging him, making it impossible to avoid.

Qing Yan moved forward, bombarding Lin Yuan's protective spiritual power from all directions, and mercilessly exploded the terrifying spiritual pressure contained in their bodies.

Boom boom boom! ! !

Those flame dragons collided with Lin Yuan's body, and the muffled noises erupted one after another, so deafening that everyone's hearts trembled continuously.

At this moment, countless monks suddenly stood up from their seats, staring at Lin Yuan, who was submerged in the flames, with shrunken pupils.

Under the bombardment and explosion of this level of spiritual pressure, even if he did not die, he would almost die.

"It's too scary...Lin Yuan...couldn't he just die like this?"

"Isn't that nonsense? The monks in the Earth Spirit Realm probably have to buy their lives directly, let alone him?"

"I should be content with being able to force the crown prince of Yan to use this kind of stunt. It's just a pity for such a genius. Given time, he will definitely..."

But the expressions on the faces of the other contestants who were watching in the audience froze instantly before they could finish their words.

On the battle platform, the flames exploding in the air slowly dissipated, and a figure still standing in place became more and more clear in the gradually receding flames.

"What... what?!"

The smile that just appeared on Yan Ren's face also froze immediately.

The next moment, as the blue flames completely dissipated, everyone saw Lin Yuan with his head down.

He was holding the barren bone sword with both hands, and his shoulders shrugged up and down amid violent panting.

The clothes on his body were scorched and torn, exposing his scorched red skin.

"That...that's Lin Yuan! He...he's not dead! He's still alive!"

"Not only that, but it seems that the breathing has become disordered, and there is no serious injury at all!"

"With that level of attack, he actually...how is this possible?!"

The arena that had been silent just now was once again bursting with waves of sound.

Everyone opened their mouths wide open, stunned and unable to close them for a long time.

The scene presented in front of their eyes at this moment is more impactful than any previous scene.

Seeing Lin Yuan panting violently, the first thing everyone felt was not shock, but panic.

The name of Cangyan Yanlong Strike is well known in the entire Taixuan Sanctuary, and its reputation is prominent.

What's more, it was exerted by Yan Ren, who was at the peak of the Earth Spirit Realm, and the flame power contained in it was enough to directly melt black iron into molten iron.

But on Lin Yuan's body, except for some scorched clothes and scorched skin, there was not even a single scorched mark left.

Could it be that his physical body is tougher than Xuan Tie?

Even the elders of Fencangyan Valley couldn't hide the shock on their faces.

Of course they didn't know that Lin Yuan's barren ancient holy body, the body tempered by the barren pagoda, and the body transformed by the blood of evil spirits, had already become unimaginably powerful.

As long as he is prepared to guard against it, even if it is a full blow from a monk in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, it is impossible to directly know his life.

Among all the people, Yan Ren was the most shocked.

He knew that with the power of his Cangyan Dragon, even if he bombarded a cultivator in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, he would at least leave a large area of ​​eye-catching flame scars.

But the impact on Lin Yuan's body could only burn his skin red.

What kind of opponent is he facing?

Lin Yuan, who was still panting, regained some strength. He raised his head, revealing that stern face covered with hot sweat.

The cold gaze in those eyes made Yan Ren's heart tremble violently.

Facing Lin Yuan again, he was really startled.

Only now did he realize that he had completely underestimated the true strength of this Qin monk.

The two faced each other with a distance of several feet.

Although Lin Yuan didn't utter a word or utter a single word, he looked at Yan Ren with a condescending scrutiny.

As if laughing at his powerlessness with his eyes.

"You're proud of pushing me back, don't you?"

Yan Ren narrowed his eyes, and his face became calm again.

There was a ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth, and finally there was a strong murderous intent in his words.

"Resisting my attack head-on, does it make you forget yourself?"

While speaking, blue flames ignited on his body again.

"I admit that you are very strong, and I underestimated your strength."

Cang Yan burned fiercely on Yan Ren's body, and the blue sun behind him became more and more solid.

"Even if you are qualified to let me use my full strength, you are just a humble Qin person after all, so don't get too carried away!"

Amidst the roar, a stronger momentum than before erupted from Yan Ren.

In a few breaths, his aura of spiritual pressure far exceeded what he had shown before.

It was true that Yan Ren didn't do his best before, but now he has lost his mind.

He no longer cared about his honorable status as the crown prince, and couldn't help insulting Lin Yuan with words in front of monks from the Six Kingdoms.

He is the Crown Prince of the Yan Kingdom, and also the strongest disciple of the younger generation in Cangyan Valley, the sect of the Holy Land.

In the future, he will surely lead Yan to become the hero of the Seven Kingdoms.

But now, in front of millions of monks from all over the world, he was forced by an unknown pawn who had never heard of it before, by a person who was younger than him, and even the spiritual pressure level was lower than him by an entire full-level big level. Do your best to deal with it.

This fact made him completely angry.

If Lin Yuan could not be burned to ashes in the most cruel way, he would never be able to swallow this anger!

"It seems that His Royal Highness is really angry... Lin Yuan forced him to use his full strength!"

Seeing the rising flames on Yan Ren's body, the monks sitting in Yan Guo's seats gritted their teeth.

The aura on Yan Ren's body was still rising, and the flames on his body had already shot tens of feet straight into the sky.

Several flame dragons surrounded him, their eyes were wide open, and the flames of the dragon roared wildly, rushing, biting and burning like crazy.

The flames spread to both sides, and the heat wave spread to both sides, and most of the main battle platform directly turned into a sea of ​​flames.

With the rapid spread of Cang Yan, Lin Yuan was also forced to retreat one after another, and was gradually forced to the edge of the battle platform.

歘! !

With a loud bang, those burning blue flames finally calmed down.

At this moment, Yan Ren's whole body was enveloped in raging flames, he was holding the Cangyan Spear, his eyes were stern, and the corners of his mouth sneered.

"Yangyan Phantom!"

With a low growl, Yan Ren's figure disappeared in place.

In the next instant, dozens of figures of Yan Ren appeared in the rising flames, like phantoms.

These phantom clones wandering around in the sea of ​​flames were all transformed by his spiritual power, and it was difficult to tell the real from the real.

And Yan Ren's body, amidst these dazzling clones, stabbed Lin Yuan with a gun, making him dangerous.

"Is this the body skill 'Yangyan Phantom' of Fencangyangu? Isn't it too perverted? How should we guard against this?"

"In this way, Lin Yuan has been driven into a desperate situation, and he probably won't last long."

"He has already cultivated Yanyang Phantom to such an extent, this Yan Ren's talent is indeed superhuman."

The elders of Fencang Flame Valley on the rostrum, seeing dozens of changing phantoms, nodded their heads in praise, and spoke plausibly.

"Blue Flame Incineration Strike!"

One of the phantoms close to Lin Yuan moved, and Yan Ren's real body appeared in the sea of ​​flames.

His face darkened, and the Cangyan Spear hidden by his side roared out with surging flame power.

As an ordinary person, he should have been stabbed by this sudden shot.

But how could Lin Yuan, who was once worth a thousand in the Rage God Trial and possessed an unparalleled fighting talent, be attacked so easily.

Even if there were several times more Yang Yan phantoms, it would still be the same result for him.

boom! !

The Cangyan spear stabbed fiercely on the Huanggu sword, making a muffled sound.

"Hehe, the reaction is good, but how many shots can you block from me?"

Before he could get the blow, Yan Ren stepped back quickly, hiding his figure in the sea of ​​flames.

"Hold on to your big sword and try to let me enjoy this massacre game for a while, don't be too boring."

In the contiguous sea of ​​flames, Yan Ren's maniacal laughter came from everywhere.

"Struggle to your heart's content, despair, scream, hahahaha..."

Facing the figure he couldn't capture, Lin Yuan closed his eyes directly, and concentrated on feeling the changes in the surrounding spiritual pressure.

"This insidious way of fighting is really the same as your character."

The disdainful words passed through the scorching air waves and reached Yan Ren's ears.

Lin Yuan sensed the fluctuating spiritual pressure of Yan Ren's body, turned around, swung the big sword, and swung it fiercely in the direction he had just noticed.

Chapter 128 Spirit Subfusion

Boom boom boom! ! !

The flames were stirring in all directions, and the dense and deafening collision sounds resounded all over the battle platform.

With the bursts of spiritual power roaring, one after another phantoms of Yang Yan were broken, and then quickly disappeared.