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

In an instant, countless cracked rocks exploded from its back and fell through the clouds.

In the blink of an eye, it penetrated the bodies of several Qin army guards.

Someone's chest and abdomen were pierced, and they were lying on the ground, wailing and groaning.

Others were pierced through their lower limbs and through their shoulder bones.

There were also people whose heads were pierced and died on the spot.

The scene was extremely bloody and tragic.

Qin Shou had already taken the lead, rushed up, and was fighting closely with the two giant pincers in the mouth of the Jingjin turtle.

He had a good idea, he wanted to attack the most vulnerable head of the Golden Gold Turtle's body, as well as a piece of inverse scales covered by it under the throat.

But the golden tortoise is not an idiot, it has been keeping its head down, protecting its only weakness in its impenetrable shell.

And with Qin Shou's strength, he could barely break the scales on its head, leaving traces of almost invisible bloodstains.

"You step back..." Looking at this scene, Lin Yuan took a step forward, and stretched out his hand to block Qin Zhimu.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Zhimu who took a step forward.

"Stay back, even though I am the same age as you, my cultivation is stronger than yours, and I am at the second level of the True Spirit Realm."

Following Qin Zhimu's lips moving slightly, an ice blue long sword suddenly appeared in her hand.

"And you are just a Qi-refining cultivator, even if it is the aftermath of the battle, you can't bear it, so you should stay here."

"Be careful of those flying gravel, don't die!"

As soon as the words fell, Qin Zhimu stepped on his feet, swung the long sword in his hand, and went straight towards the golden turtle.

Lin Yuan was left alone and stood still.

Qin Zhimu joined the battle, which relieved the struggling Qin Shou a lot of pressure.

With the force of their horns, the two joined forces to besiege the head of the golden turtle.

Qin Zhimu shouted softly, and swung her sword to slash a blow that condensed all her spiritual power.

The long sword wrapped in the cold aura flashed across like lightning, emitting a dazzling white light.

Seeing this, Qin Shou also mobilized his spiritual power, and swung his sword to cut a flaming blow at the fangs in the Jinjin turtle's mouth.

Zheng!

The sword trembled, and under the joint attack of the two, the huge sharp fangs on the left snapped off.

The sharp pincers broke off, spraying khaki blood.

The Golden Gold Turtle was repeatedly attacked by the two, leaving several scars on the scales on the head, and now the fangs in the mouth were cut off.

It was so angry that it was in pain, its scales trembled, and it hissed and growled.

"Goo...coo...coo!"

It shook its body with all its strength, raising dust all over the sky.

Even the ground was shaking violently, Qin Zhimu and Qin Shou could not stand still.

They had to interrupt the offensive just now and withdraw as soon as possible.

But this is only the prelude to the Gold Turtle's counterattack.

I saw it raised its thorny tail and swept across the air.

Row after row of extremely fast and extremely dense thorns flew out instantly, covering the two figures.

Qin Shou didn't exit the battle circle in time, and was the first to be hit by those thorns, and the body shield on his body was easily broken.

A few thorns pierced deeply into his right shoulder, directly causing his body to be sent flying dozens of meters away under the huge impact, like a kite with broken strings.

Although Qin Zhimu realized in time that he had left a certain distance, the spiritual power in his body had been emptied by the blow just now.

She could no longer condense her spiritual power and block it with her body shield, let alone dodge those dense thorns.

Seeing this unavoidable attack, everyone became slightly nervous.

At the moment when dozens of thorns were about to pierce Qin Zhimu's body, her figure suddenly disappeared from the screen.

In the next instant, dozens of thorns rustled and pierced deeply into the ground.

It can be predicted that if Qin Zhimu still stays in place.

She will definitely be pierced by those extremely sharp thorns, either dead or injured.

But what about her?

Why did it disappear in a blink of an eye?

As the screen turned again, everyone knew the reason.

It's Lin Yuan.

It was Lin Yuan who shot in time and saved her at the critical moment just now.

He was standing tall and holding Qin Zhimu in his arms, holding her in his arms.

The corner of his mouth raised a slight arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"Stand back, I'll come."

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Chapter 51

within the screen.

Qin Zhimu was held in Lin Yuan's arms.

The masculine breath coming towards her face made her heart beat faster unconsciously, and a pink blush appeared on her cheeks.

She stared at Lin Yuan in a daze, forgetting her current situation in the confusion.

I didn't even realize that I was lying in the arms of a man.

The hero saves the beauty, this is a scene that almost all girls have imagined in their hearts.

But now, it really happened to Qin Zhimu.

It made her feel like she was in a dream.

Just now, looking at the dense thorns that are inevitable and rushing towards her face, she really felt desperate.

Qin Zhimu's heart was pounding, pounding, beating fast.

I don't know if it was because of the danger of Yu Sheng after the catastrophe, or because she and Lin Yuan's faces were so close at this moment.

With another intoxicating masculine breath entering her nose, she finally came back to her senses.

She broke free from Lin Yuan's embrace at a loss, and tidied up her clothes in a panic.

"Thank you, thank you." The voice of thanks was as thin as the chirping of mosquitoes.

If Lin Yuan hadn't been rescued in time just now, she might have died directly.

"Princess! Are you okay!"

Qin Shou, who was knocked into the air, pulled out the thorn that pierced his shoulder with pain, swallowed a few pills of recovery and hemostatic pills, and rushed over panting.

"This monster is very difficult to deal with. Even if all of us add up, it is impossible to be its opponent. Let's run for our lives!"

He pulled over a restless horse beside him, patted the horse's back, and signaled Qin Zhimu to go up.

"Although it is difficult to deal with, but fortunately it is bulky and slow, and cannot catch up with us, princess, let's run away!"

"escape?"

Seeing the golden tortoise approaching tremblingly from a hundred meters away, stirring up dust all over the sky, Lin Yuan took a step forward.

"So many fellow sergeants were injured and fell to the ground, unable to move. Wouldn't escaping leave them alone?"

"Are you still unconscious? That's a Tier [-] monster! What else can you do if you don't escape? You want to die here like these people, right?"

Qin Shou yelled at Lin Yuan.

At this moment, he really felt that the monk in front of him, who was only at the Qi Refining Realm, was a complete clown.

"No one needs to escape, and no one will die, because..."

Lin Yuan stepped forward and walked forward.

"I'll kill it."

He didn't say another word, he took big strides and walked straight towards the golden turtle.

"Madman, madman, what a desperate madman!"

Qin Shou looked at the figure in front of him who wanted to use the mantis' arms as a car, and was overconfident, and kept roaring in his mouth.

"Princess, leave him alone, run away! Princess? Princess?"

But after calling several times in a row, Qin Shou didn't get an answer from Qin Zhimu.

He turned his head to look, and found that Qin Zhimu's eyes were dazed, staring forward as if possessed by a demon, unable to return to his senses.

What is reflected in those pupils is a lonely back that although there are thousands of people, I will go there.

The wind and sand filled the sky.

Lin Yuan's figure is vaguely discernible in the picture.

The desolate bone heavy sword that also fell from the trial space was held tightly in his hands at some point.

Beside him, guards kept throwing away their armor and fleeing backwards.

There are also sergeants who fell to the ground and howled, covered in blood, struggling with limbs and trying to escape.

Outside the copper coffin, all the monks could clearly see the epee in Lin Yuan's hand.

Relying on this barren bone epee whose quality must be at least at the barren level, even if he is in the Qi refining state, it can indeed cause decent damage to the golden tortoise.

But is this the Qing Emperor's support?

Even if relying on the power of the epee to shake the third-level golden tortoise with the Qi Refining Realm, it is no different from a fly shaking a tree.

To the golden tortoise, a monk in the Qi refining state is just an ant that can be trampled into a pulp with one toe.

Not to mention others, even they themselves, absolutely cannot be like the Qing Emperor in the picture, strolling in the courtyard and lifting weights lightly.

I saw the golden tortoise shaking its fangs, constantly bumping and grabbing Lin Yuan.

With every step, the sand will shake three times, raising the dust high.

But for some reason, everyone always felt that facing Qing Emperor, this golden tortoise was completely without the ferocity it had when facing Qin Zhimu and Qin Shou just now.

The pounce was originally very swift, but now it seems very slow.

Every time he can be easily avoided by the Qing Emperor, without posing the slightest threat at all.

On the contrary, he was still dizzy and dizzy from being slapped with the barren bone epee in his hand.

On the huge head, there have long been patches of earthy yellow blood stains, scars all over, and he is extremely embarrassed.

In the hands of Emperor Qing, this golden tortoise, which even monks in the Xuanling Realm can't do anything about, is like a plaything.

Total plaything.

Only less than thirty breaths later, the fine gold body was dripping with blood and flesh, looking very miserable.

The two fangs and the two rows of sharp teeth were smashed into pieces, and there was a continuous whine from the throat.

Repeated attacks failed, and the beetle finally learned its lesson even after being slapped with a sword.

It retracted its head into the turtle shell first, then lifted its tail high, and swung it violently.

On it, there are still many thorns that have not fallen off.