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

"A dead Desolate warrior..."

Lin Yuan whispered: "The strength of spiritual pressure is roughly in the early stage of foundation establishment, which is on par with me."

Just as he was concentrating on feeling the intensity of the other party's strength, two warriors from the Desolate tribe came across the sand, brandishing swords and halberds.

Outside the copper coffin, everyone's eyes were burning.

It is very difficult for ordinary monks to face two enemies of the same realm at the same time.

But they knew that for Lin Yuan, there was no threat at all.

Regardless of how many martial souls and spiritual roots he possesses, the divine power of the ancient holy body alone is enough to easily kill opponents at the same level in a flash.

Lin Yuan bowed slightly, calmed down, and waited for two warriors from the Desolate race to enter his attack range.

The next moment, the violent wind came towards him, but his eyes were still calm.

It wasn't until the moment when the sharp sword light and halberd light were about to hit his body that Lin Yuan's body jerked to one side.

With a small margin, he let the blade of the sword and the handle of the halberd brush past his body.

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes widened unconsciously, and they took a breath for Yun Wuyue in Lin Yuan's arms.

The incomparably sharp cold light just now almost brushed Yun Wuyue's hair.

If Lin Yuan's evasive action made a slight mistake, she would not be safe and sound.

But they also knew in their hearts that although this scene looked extremely shocking, in fact it was all controlled by Lin Yuan intentionally.

Everyone knows that he has learned countless fighting skills from Grandpa Orion in the Disabled Old Village.

One of them is how to grasp the timing of perfect evasion in battle.

If you want to achieve a perfect dodge, you must first see the timing of the opponent's attack. If you dodge too early or too late, you will not be able to dodge the attack.

Second, the range should be as small as possible.

The greater the range of dodge, the greater the time and strength it will take to dodge, which is not good for the next enemy.

Lin Yuan is applying all the skills he learned from the veterans to actual combat.

Seeing that the attacks of the two Desolate warriors were in vain, Lin Yuan seized the opportunity, hugged Yun Wuyue tightly with one hand, and swung his fists with the other.

boom!boom!

Following the sound of two violent roars, the bodies of the two Desolate warriors were smashed in half by an unparalleled force.

They shattered into powder, melted into the sand, and disappeared.

As the picture flashed, the monks outside the copper coffin couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Facing two enemies of the same realm, Lin Yuan only used one punch, and he killed them completely in an instant without even taking a breath.

Whether it is the grasp of timing, the control of power, or the ability to fight against the enemy in the same situation.

In his realm, it is difficult to find a monk with such a beast-like keen combat response and detailed combat skills. Looking at the entire Qingzhou, it is difficult to find a second one.

They didn't expect Qingdi's fighting talent to be as powerful as his cultivation talent.

Everyone stared at the screen, never letting go of any details of the battle.

Instantly killing two enemies of the same realm, the expression on Lin Yuan's face did not become relaxed.

He knew that this was the inheritance test of the true god.

So many monks with extraordinary strength died here, how could this trial be as simple as it was just now.

Sure enough, right after Lin Yuan wiped out the two battle spirits of the Desolate race, a cloud of yellow sand shadows emerged from the sand in four different directions around him.

This time, it was four Desolate warriors holding swords, halberds and shield spears.

The realm is still on the same level as Lin Yuan.

The four of them approached Lin Yuan almost at the same time, flanking his figure and surrounding him in the battle circle.

The first Desolate warrior came head-on, and the next gust of wind followed from behind.

Lin Yuan was not careless, hugging Yun Wuyue tightly in his arms, his body suddenly fell back, twisting his upper body and lower body almost to an astonishing ninety degrees.

At the same time, he turned over the sandy ground under his feet with his right hand, and picked up the long sword left by the Desolate warrior just now.

Lin Yuan raised his long sword and slashed at the two passing Huang race warriors.

Click!

A sharp sword light streaked across, followed by the sound of rock breaking.

The bodies of the two Desolate warriors instantly became torn apart, sinking into the dust.

The third and fourth Desolate warriors with shield guns finally rushed over at this moment, and Lin Yuan straightened up immediately.

Using his left foot as a fulcrum, he twisted his body and missed their attack again.

Then, he turned back and straightened his body, stepped forward, swung his sword and stabbed long, and attacked their two fragile backs without any protection.

The stone bodies of the remaining two Desolate warriors were also broken with a bang.

Facing the flanking attacks of four Desolate warriors coming one after another, Lin Yuan not only avoided all of them safely, but the total fighting time did not exceed ten seconds.

Even his body position was just because he took a step to the side during the final attack, and he hardly wavered.

Outside the copper coffin, in the eyes of everyone, there was only shock.

Chapter 19 A mortal body, comparable to a god?

The scorching sun mercilessly scorched the earth.

In the endless wasteland that only existed in yellow and red, Lin Yuan once again dealt with the eight warriors of the Desolate race that appeared one after another.

During the whole process, the eight Desolate warriors didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Let alone causing any harm to him.

What's more, he has to keep distracting to protect Yun Wuyue in his arms.

If it wasn't for this, the battle could have been resolved in a shorter time.

After the third wave of enemies was dealt with, Lin Yuan was not given any time to rest. On the sand around him, a khaki-yellow light once again emerged.

This time, it was a total of sixteen Desolate race warriors.

As gusts of hot wind blew past, Lin Yuan raised his head subconsciously and glanced at the fiery red sky.

The next moment, a thin barrier of spiritual power covered Yun Wuyue's body, shielding her from the vicious sunlight.

"Xiao Wuyue, hold on..."

He can ignore the scorching sun, but Yun Wuyue, who is already dying, can't.

"Brother will definitely pass the test quickly and save you."

After finishing speaking, Lin Yuan looked up at the sixteen Desolate warriors who appeared in the fourth wave.

"If only to this extent."

He pointed his sword forward, and shouted in a low voice: "Even if there are a hundred more, I can kill every single one!"

After the words fell, he kicked his legs and rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Lin Yuan changed his battle strategy and chose to take the initiative.

The number of enemies has now grown to a considerable number, and we can no longer sit and wait for the opponent to come over, otherwise we will easily fall into a passive position.

He rushed into the dense crowd without fear, swiping the long sword horizontally, drawing a cold moon arc.

The three Desolate warriors at the front were struck by the sword at the same time, and there were three loud bangs in succession.

They were swept away by the unparalleled power from the sword, and when they landed, they were all torn apart.

The air wave created by this blow also forced several Desolate warriors around to retreat, making room for Lin Yuan to turn around.

There was almost no pause, as if he had a premonition, two sword arcs swept towards the sides beside him.

Amidst a terrifying sound of wind and waves, several shield guards who rushed over were slammed into the air by this incomparably fierce swing.

The seemingly indestructible battle circle was easily broken by Lin Yuan with a few swords.

Then, no matter in terms of speed or strength, the Desolate warriors who were no match for him were quickly defeated by him one by one.

Seeing this scene, there was a bit of horror on the faces of everyone.

It was obvious that Lin Yuan was holding a thin sword in his hand, but it had the effect of group attack like an epee.

The two sweeping moves just now looked extremely simple, but it can be seen that there is a shadow of the master blacksmith's chaotic cloak and hammer method.

It is even possible to apply the hammer technique to the sword technique.

Qingzhou is rich in sword cultivators. Basically, seven or eight out of ten monks can use swords.

The same is true for the monks in the monk union.

Moreover, all of them are sword cultivators with their eyes above their heads, and they feel that they are extremely accomplished in swordsmanship.

But now that they have seen Lin Yuan's swordsmanship with their own eyes, everyone feels a little ashamed.

They are obviously different weapons, but they can integrate their respective techniques, making them look so easy and freehand.

They feel that it is difficult to do this.

Everyone had seen Lin Yuan's many cultivation experiences before, and they were still at the stage of pure imagination about his current strength.

He didn't fight with real swords and guns, so he didn't know what kind of situation he had reached.

Now this Rage God trial with one enemy and many has really given him a stage where he can show his true fighting strength.

At the initial stage of foundation establishment, facing sixteen enemies of the same power level at the same time, the battle can be resolved in such a short period of time.

In the entire Profound Sky Realm, it is basically impossible to find such a cultivator.

At least in the entire Qingzhou territory, there is absolutely no such person.

Emperor Qing, Lin Yuan...

Many people kept whispering these four words in their hearts.

The weight of these four words has increased a lot in their hearts.

After sighing for a while, the fifth wave of enemies had already appeared on the screen.

Now, there are a total of 32 Desolate warriors.

Anyone with a discerning eye has already discovered the pattern.

The number of these Desolate race spirits, each wave is double that of the previous wave.

It's not obvious now, but soon, the number of enemies will explode exponentially, becoming more and more.

64, 120 eight, 250 six...

Only then did everyone know that the data provided by the ancient tree was not exaggerated at all.

Just think about it, one quasi-emperor, facing hundreds of quasi-divines, who will die and who will live?

The answer is beyond doubt.

Faced with so many monks of the same realm at the same time, only Qingdi can do it with ease.

Ordinary monks can't die anymore in the first wave.

But how many waves will this trial, which will cause nearly [-] cultivators in the God Transformation Realm to die tragically, last?

How did Emperor Qing, Yun Wuyue, who was burdened with burdens, survive?

Everyone couldn't help feeling tense again.

"Look quickly! The Desolate warriors this time...look very different!"

Someone observed very carefully and found something different in the picture.

Everyone heard the words and observed carefully.

On the copper coffin, in the corner of the picture.

I saw that those Desolate warriors who were thrown away by the sword wind were not broken into powder like before, but turned into pieces of rocks scattered everywhere.

The pieces of crushed stone are connected by several blood-red silk threads.