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

Those inexhaustible threads will continue to shrink, merging pieces of broken stones together, and reconstitute an intact Desolate warrior!

If those threads are not cut, they will be resurrected and reborn continuously.

And more than that.

Everyone soon discovered that the function of these silk threads was not that simple.

Because every three to five different individuals of the Desolate race warriors, there are several blood threads visible to the naked eye.

But these blood streaks can only be seen with naked eyes, Lin Yuan cannot touch them, let alone cut them off.

Their function is to link different battle spirits of the Desolate race and share the soul-body consciousness.

Of all these Desolate warriors connected by bloodlines, as long as one of them survived.

Even if Lin Yuan cut off the blood in their bodies, they would still be resurrected within a certain period of time!

This is clearly...

The blood monsters must be killed in a short time to die completely!

This trial of the Rage God is too perverted, right?

It turned out that this was the place where the trials were truly brutal.

This trial of God, where the true god selects the inheritors, has initially revealed its cruel side.

If this is the case, is it possible for Lin Yuan, the Qing Emperor, to pass the test of the true god?

It was from this moment that they suddenly realized that things were not developing as expected.

Not as easy as expected.

Facing the fifth wave of enemies, it took Lin Yuan more than twice the total time spent in the previous four waves to deal with them all.

His breathing seemed to become a little short.

The right hand holding the sword was visibly trembling slightly.

Even though he was still trying his best to preserve his spiritual power, he didn't use it at all except to protect Yun Wuyue, he was only relying on his physical strength to fight against the enemy.

But in the face of wave after wave of attacks, how long can he last?

Can he really challenge what a god can do with a mortal body?

No one can give the answer, and no one knows the answer.

Everyone's minds were completely immersed in the confrontation between God and God, and they were speechless for a long time.

Chapter 20 Shocking, Qing Emperor's Gorgeous Performance

The sixth wave, a total of 64 enemies.

As the last Desolate warrior was pierced by Lin Yuan's sword, the sword in his hand was finally overwhelmed and cracked inch by inch from the hilt.

But at the same time, the body of this Desolate warrior paused for a short while before crashing down.

At the same time, the remains of dozens of Desolate warriors on the ground also turned into powder and dissipated.

But the sixth wave is far from over.

next moment.

clank clank clank clank...

With the sound of the sound of the road, a large dense light flashed on the wasteland one after another.

The shadows of a total of 120 eight Desolate warriors slowly emerged.

From the first trial to the seventh wave, these Desolate warriors have undergone many changes.

The first is that weapon styles have become more complicated.

In the front row, the ordinary fighters at the beginning became defensive fighters holding shields.

Behind them are melee fighters with knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, and forks.

In the last row was a group of archers holding longbows.

The biggest change is the physique.

The bodies of these more than 100 Desolate warriors all looked much stronger than before to the naked eye.

And the eyes were full of blood, locking on Lin Yuan firmly.

"Peak of Foundation Establishment..."

Lin Yuan subconsciously folded his left arm, and hugged Yun Wuyue a little tighter.

The enemy of the seventh wave, the breath of spiritual pressure seems to be at the peak of foundation establishment!

This time, he had to face more than 100 enemies at a higher level than himself at the same time.

Moreover, it is necessary to use the group as a unit to deal with the blood-related Desolate race spirits at the same time.

Even if any one of them is missed, no matter how many are killed, it is useless and a waste of effort.

"call……"

Lin Yuan adjusted his heavy breathing, stepped on the sole of his foot, stretched out his hand to hold the long sword ejected from the ground, and his gaze became extremely sharp.

"wind!"

With a cold drink in his mouth, behind Lin Yuan, a round of gale force emerged.

In an instant, the gurgling wind spirit gushed out from it.

For the sake of Yun Wuyue's safety, he can no longer keep his spiritual power.

With a movement of Lin Yuan's footsteps, he rushed into the battle formation like the tide like the sea at an unfathomable speed.

In an instant, the wind blew up with the sword, the clothes flapped, the sword light was cold, and the stone rain splashed.

Facing the flying sand and dust, Lin Yuan only held the sword in his hand, and connected the enemy-breaking sword moves extremely smoothly.

Over the past few years, the benefits of swinging his sword tens of thousands of times a day are finally fully manifested at this moment.

Quick, accurate, ruthless!

Wherever the cold sword light in his hand went, rows of Desolate warriors would be brought down one after another.

At this moment, Lin Yuan was like a ruthless god of death, quickly reaping the lives of every Desolate warrior on the field.

Seeing the ghostly figure with the sword coming out like the wind in the picture, the monks of the monk alliance all opened their mouths.

These people have been immersed in the way of swords all their lives, and if they want to judge whether a swordsman has real skills, they can tell when they make a move.

But they think that they have seen countless extremely gorgeous sword styles in this life, and it is impossible for them to be amazed by anyone's sword moves anymore.

Even if it is the strongest swordsman in the world, the strongest swordsman recognized by Qingzhou monks - Liuli Sword Master.

But when he saw how Lin Yuan wielded the sword, he knew what real sword skills were.

Facing the tide of people like the sea, what Lin Yuan used was not such a magnificent sword move.

Every attack he made was the seemingly most basic hack, pick, cut, and stab.

But for some reason, they always feel that these unpretentious sword strikes seem to contain some kind of back-to-basics true meaning of swordsmanship.

Although I can't understand it, I am shocked.

"His swordsmanship attainments were originally far superior to mine. In fact, he is truly worthy of the name of the strongest swordsman."

一直安静看着画面的琉璃，此刻忍不住发出一声叹首ヘ发;于，群*9?8EUR0？2ュ[email protected]?8ヘ5?6惋。

"It was only later that he fell into the devil's way, and the root and bone of the sword were eaten back by the devil's sword, and the heart of the sword was covered with dust, so he had to give up sword cultivation."

Liuli's words solved the doubts in many people's hearts.

"I said why I've never seen Emperor Qing holding a sword before, I didn't expect it to be like this."

"Not bad, not bad, this can be regarded as the Qing Emperor who has committed many evils and deserves what he deserves."

"Everyone should be thankful that Emperor Qing can't practice swords. Haven't you seen his terrifying swordsmanship talent? If you let him use the sword, how powerful will he be?"

Hearing this sentence, everyone nodded in agreement.

But no matter how these people belittled Lin Yuan in words, they still couldn't conceal the visible heat in their eyes.

At this time, the scenes that appeared on the copper coffin could not be obtained even if they knelt down and begged for help.

This is Qingzhou Zhizun's kendo teaching, the first-hand video of a one-to-one battle with a top swordsman.

No one wants to miss these precious pictures.

There were even quite a few monks with rich family backgrounds who secretly took out extremely rare photo jades and took real-time photos of the copper coffin.

The Qing Emperor is bad, but if it is only about his cultivation strength, no one in Qingzhou is qualified to judge him.

If you should admire, you still have to admire, and if you should steal a teacher, you still have to steal a teacher.

Who would be dissatisfied with the inherent prejudice against the Qing Emperor in order to become stronger?

Let's talk about the cultivation of monks, how can it be considered stealing.

看着四周修士脸上的惊叹首ヘ发;于，群*9?8EUR0？2ュ[email protected]?8ヘ5?6神色，洛辰目光忿忿，气得咬牙切齿。

The more Lin Yuan showed his superiority, the more jealous and resentful he became.

Now, he wholeheartedly hoped that everyone would see the scene of Lin Yuan grabbing the bone as soon as possible, and that any accidents would happen during the battle as soon as possible.

Only in this way can Emperor Qing completely reveal his true form in front of the people of the world, be accused by thousands of people, and be coldly treated by Hengbrow.

But until now, all the pictures that have appeared have run counter to his expectations.

"These people pissed me off... really pissed me off!"

"Wait, wait! It won't be long before he shows his hypocrisy and exposes all his evil deeds to the world!"

Luo Chen roared in his heart.

"At that time, you will know what kind of person he is! You will know that the great and righteous me is the destiny, the protagonist who kills the evil villains!"

……

In the picture, the sound of rock bursting is continuous and lasts for a long time.

Sand and soil flew, swords blared, Lin Yuan's body was like an illusory shadow, moving and shuttling among hundreds of Desolate warriors.

He moves in a haphazard manner, as if completely at will.

But it was this seemingly unbelievably subtle move that left everyone dumbfounded.

Because every time he changes his body position, the place where he steps down is the vacancy that just appeared in the last moment.

And the position he was in before will be covered by swords and swords almost at the same time he leaves.

If it hadn't been exposed by the copper coffin, they would never have imagined that someone could apply body skills to such an extreme situation like flowing clouds and flowing water.

In one breath, you can change several positions continuously, and you can also make several effective attacks.

This can no longer be described as genius.

It's an evildoer, an evildoer among evildoers.

As time passed, the number of Desolate warriors was decreasing rapidly visible to the naked eye.

Finally, with the powerless roar of the last Desolate warrior, all the desolate warriors on the ground turned into sand and annihilated.

The time it took Lin Yuan to deal with the seventh wave of enemies was five times that of the sixth wave.

At a glance, the wasteland and sandy land, which was already a mess, became even more unsightly.

There are all kinds of scattered weapons everywhere, as well as traces of being trampled and impacted.

On the other hand, Lin Yuan.

Fighting with one hand against hundreds of people whose realm is two levels higher than his own, he still couldn't find a single wound on his body.

It's like a god descending to earth, taking the enemy's head from a million troops without any injuries.

This brutal trial, which would have been hell for all in the world, felt entirely like a one-man show.

Even so, he wasn't without losses.

Lin Yuan's chest was heaving violently, and his right hand was trembling.