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

Yun Wuyue was frozen stiff by his low temperature.

But he could still feel the aura that was like a gossamer.

God bless, she's not dead yet...

Chapter 27 Wuhun Sacrificial Sword, One Sword Seals the Sky!

The cold feeling is piercing.

Lin Yuan picked up Yun Wuyue and held her tightly.

Let her stick tightly to his chest, and pass on gentle spiritual power to her.

"Wu Yue, Xiao Wu Yue...don't die!"

His face was pale, while he kept calling Yun Wuyue's name, while trembling, he groped on the ground.

He wants weapons.

He wants a sword.

He wants to protect Yun Wuyue.

But soon, the terrifying low temperature spread throughout his body.

Because Lin Yuan didn't keep any spiritual power for himself at all, and gave it all to the frozen Yun Wuyue.

Layers of frost slowly formed on his body, depriving him of the consciousness he had recovered so hard.

"Wuyue, don't die...don't die, brother is here to warm you up, don't die..."

Lin Yuan pursed his lips, every time he said a word, he had to bite the tip of his tongue fiercely to prevent himself from falling into a coma due to the severe pain.

He half-opened his eyes, and finally groped for a sword beside him.

He hugged Yun Wuyue tightly, inch by inch, inch by inch, gradually straightened his stiff body, mechanically moved his stiff right arm, and raised the sword in his hand bit by bit.

The lungs were frozen, the trachea was covered with frost, and even the air he exhaled was cold.

Every time he took a breath, his chest felt like it was about to explode.

500 m.

The desolate warrior who had been killed was only 500 meters away from the two of them.

Limbs, clothes, hair, cheeks...

Lin Yuan's body was completely covered in frost, and the entire hand holding Yun Wuyue even formed a layer of ice.

But he kept raising his arms, not daring to stop at all.

The enemy's distance was getting closer, no matter how cold it was, no matter how painful it was, he couldn't help but stop to cool down.

He wants to raise the sword, he wants to wake up the sleeping Wuhun.

He also has martial arts secrets, and he has countless martial souls.

As long as his consciousness does not die, he can continue to fight.

300 m.

Everything around Lin Yuan was frozen and forgotten in this cold.

The only consciousness that still has temperature is to lift the sword and continue to lift the sword.

100 m.

Confused, Lin Yuan was almost on the verge of coma, only the sound of raising the sword kept echoing in his mind.

Can't stop, as long as you stop, you can't move again.

50 m.

Breathing, so slow, so painful...

Body, so cold, so heavy, unable to move...

Who am I, what am I doing, why am I holding a sword...

The cold took away Lin Yuan's vitality, froze his consciousness, and stagnated his thinking.

Only on the tip of the tongue that had been bitten festeringly and had been frozen into ice, the residual taste of blood was still spreading through the numb nerves.

ten meters.

blood.

The taste of blood.

Who is this person I'm holding.

I should know, but...

So cold, too cold to breathe, too cold to move, too cold to think.

It's better to throw away all thoughts and just fall down like this.

Do not……

can't fall...

one meter.

The cavalry warrior who approached Lin Yuan first had already stabbed him with a long spear.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the picture.

call--

Yun Wuyue's hair was blown by the wind of the gun and brushed against Lin Yuan's neck.

who is...

A vague figure stood at the edge of Lin Yuan's consciousness, but he couldn't remember who it was at all.

But every time that petite and exquisite figure becomes more clearly visible in the shadows.

Whenever that vague laughter becomes more clearly audible in the flickering stone fire.

They will tightly touch Lin Yuan's heart and make him throb.

The last residual heat ignited in the cold chest, urging the numb body.

move! ! !

this moment.

The barbarian cavalry in front of Lin Yuan suddenly felt that the surrounding air became inexplicably hot, and immediately turned into a frightening scorching heat.

But it didn't hesitate, and continued to swing the gun, stabbing Lin Yuan.

But just when the tip of the spear was about to touch Lin Yuan's head, a sudden change occurred.

歘——!

A terrifying scorching light rose from behind him, covering his whole body in a ball of flames.

It was the Lie Yan Martial Soul awakened by Lin Yuan.

The Raging Flame Martial Soul represents the spiritual power of fire in his body.

The barren cavalry shot across, only to find that the blow missed.

It looked down, and the tip of the spear in its hand had long since disappeared.

Even the entire body of the gun was melted into scarlet molten iron by the scorching heat.

Then, its hands, its feet, and its whole body melted into magma little by little.

The flaming martial soul was burning, and the surging fire spirit was crazily breeding in Lin Yuan's exhausted sea of ​​energy.

The endless potential contained in the martial soul is all used as the fuel of spiritual energy, and transformed into a violent force that almost explodes Lin Yuan's sea of ​​energy and body.

The burning sensation in his body instantly dispelled the bone-chilling chill just now, and brought him another great pain of being burned by the raging fire.

But Lin Yuan's face was extremely calm, and there was even a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

Because the more painful it is, the greater the potential contained in his martial soul.

It means that he can get stronger power.

The hot and oppressive flames swelled, and the violent spiritual pressure surged and spread, covering the entire desert.

In the rear, those galloping war horses stopped running, restless and restless in place, no matter how the cavalry scolded them, it was useless.

Outside Lin Yuan's body, the red-gold flame became more and more dazzling.

next moment.

From the Raging Flame Martial Soul behind him, a beam of blazing flames shot straight into the sky, turning into a dazzling pillar of flame.

In an instant, the situation changed.

The originally dark and thick cloud layer showed a large red light, and the sky was full of burning clouds.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The raging fire spirit that was crazily burning in his body finally attached to the sword body, Lin Yuan danced the sword body, and the violent and hot flame storm made a deafening roar.

Several red-gold ferocious flame dragons flew out of the martial soul, spinning and dancing in the crowd.

With Lin Yuan's anger and killing intent, they danced their long bodies angrily, setting off palpitating seas of flames, covering all the enemies in front of them.

Tongues of flame several meters long flew, and the flames instantly flooded the earth.

In front of Lin Yuan, in the blink of an eye, it turned into a raging sea of ​​red flames.

In the fiery purgatory hundreds of meters away, countless Desolate warriors rolled, fled, and wailed in the sea of ​​flames.

The sound of roaring collisions exploded one after another, and the pungent burning smell permeated the desert.

But Lin Yuan was still swinging the sword, swinging the sword, and swinging the sword tirelessly.

The sword energy in all directions has reached an incomparably terrifying level.

The surging sword energy separated the rolling fire waves, and under the leadership of the circulating sword energy, the sea of ​​fire formed circle after circle of rapidly rotating fire pattern ripples.

A torrent of sword energy ignited the flames of calamity, burning and harvesting the lives of countless Desolate warriors.

Lin Yuan's pale face was reflected by the red flames, and he raised the spirit sword in his hand up to the sky.

"Brilliant flames scorching the sky... piercing through the sky."

The corners of Lin Yuan's mouth parted slightly, and his words were eloquent.

"Sacrificing the sword with a martial spirit, sealing the sky with one sword!"

As the chant fell, the phantom of the Lie Yan Wuhun flickered, turning into streams of raging fire, which merged into the spirit sword in his hand.

In an instant, the flames on the sword exploded, transforming into a flame blade with a length of [-] meters.

The flame blade is as dazzling as the scorching sun, and no living beings are allowed to exist wherever it reaches.

Lie Yan Wuhun burned on the sword, Lin Yuan's face was sad and happy, and he swung down a flame that could destroy everything.

……

Don't rush everyone, the battle will end soon, Lin Yuan exposed his innate strength, and started to play the plot.

The truth is gradually revealed, and Yun Wuyue's reaction will definitely not disappoint everyone.

In fact, I wrote fights and battle scenes very slowly, and I only squeezed out [-] words in two or three hours.

It's just that I didn't control the rhythm of the plot well, and I was immersed in shaping the image of the protagonist.

Feeling thankless, this episode is over, and in the future with other heroines, let's also control the plot related to the battle.

But in the past few days, everyone has been chasing updates faster. Basically, I think people who have finished chasing the latest chapter around nine or ten in the morning are 99+.

A few days ago, there were no 99 people who were reading until ten o'clock in the evening. Can you be more aggressive? !

Any comments and suggestions can be commented, I will accept them with humility.

Finally, thank you very much for your support.

Seeing everyone's votes and encouragement in the author's background every day has given me a lot of motivation.