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

This is the first time since the Rage God Trial, the young Emperor Qing fought so hard.

The battle spirit of the Desolate Race in the Rage God Trial is an individual who only has the killing consciousness left, and can only chop horizontally.

But now he is facing a peerless arrogance who has also gone through thousands of struggles.

Moreover, he is also a sword cultivator with extremely powerful combat power and the ability to leapfrog battles.

The whole battle can be said to be a match of chess, with dangers everywhere.

Although Lin Yuan is a holy body, facing an opponent who is a full six realms higher than him, he is still faintly suppressed in terms of spiritual pressure.

In the final analysis, the battle of monks is the battle of Reiatsu.

Whoever has stronger spiritual pressure and greater power will have the upper hand.

Whoever can take the initiative in battle.

Yi Huoran has the advantage of spiritual pressure, his body skills are good, and his sword skills are even better.

Even if Lin Yuan was a little careless, those sharp sword shadows that stabbed at the vital points might cut him directly under the sword.

Under the impenetrable sword light, he could only use his body skills to move around and feed each other sword moves.

Under this recovery offensive, if he hadn't possessed superhuman fighting awareness and adaptability, he would have died countless times as an ordinary person.

As the two continued to fight each other with their swords, they fought hard with hundreds of sword moves.

Those two similar sharp sword qi and a sword intent that was destined to kill each other became evenly matched, evenly matched.

Later, both parties must concentrate at all times, otherwise life and death will only be in an instant.

Yi Huoran became more frightened as he fought.

Under such a high-intensity battle, he already felt that his spirit was under a high degree of tension, and he gradually became tired.

He's human and can't concentrate all the time, let alone in this high-strung situation.

In just a dozen or so breaths, there have been several extremely dangerous situations.

But Lin Yuan didn't feel tired at all.

His superb sword skills are the only ones he has ever seen in his life.

Cold sweat continued to overflow on his fiery forehead.

Only now did he know what it meant to be a man without merit under a great reputation.

It is he who obviously has the spiritual pressure advantage, but the opponent's spiritual power flows without any blockage.

Even the whole person is like a tireless machine, the sword is getting more and more fierce.

Mental strength can be described as terror.

If the fight continues like this, he will definitely lose in the end.

But in front of so many people, Yi Huoran couldn't accept losing to a monk of the same generation who was six levels lower than him.

At that time, his glory, his pride, his reputation...

Everything he is proud of will completely fall to the bottom.

Under the expressions of the onlookers becoming more and more horrified towards Lin Yuan.

In the eyes of everyone who are getting more and more strange.

Yi Huoran was forced by Lin Yuan to sacrifice his blood.

He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, spewed out a few drops of blood, and sprayed it on the spirit sword in his hand.

On the spirit sword, the sword light suddenly flourished.

Beams of white sword energy pierced through the night and turned into thousands of sword lights, enveloping Lin Yuan's figure.

But at this moment, the spirit sword in Lin Yuan's hand suddenly let out a piercing clang.

Hearing the explosion of spiritual pressure, all the people at the dinner party stared wide-eyed.

In such a time of life and death, Lin Yuan actually used external force to compress his spiritual pressure again, breaking through the realm on the spot.

What kind of heart is there to do such a thing.

This requires extreme self-confidence in one's own strength.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he is defiant and arrogant.

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It turned out that from the very beginning, Lin Yuan regarded this battle, which no one was optimistic about, as an excellent opportunity to hone himself.

In the next moment, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and slashed towards the overturned sword light above!

In an instant, there seemed to be thousands of sword lights extinguished, thousands of sword qi roared, and thousands of sword lights continued.

The dense and cold sword shadow is like a silver waterfall, just looking at it makes everyone feel exhausted.

Zheng! ! !

With bursts of Qingyue's sword chant, the blade collapsed between lightning and flint.

Under this sword that gathers an indomitable sword energy and unstoppable sword intent, Qiangmang changes.

Keng——! !

When the sword lights clashed, the sharp blade in Yi Huoran's hand was cut off by Lin Yuan, and his hand froze in mid-air.

The remaining half of the broken sword was still trembling in his hand.

And the sword energy emanating from the spiritual blade in Lin Yuan's hand had already penetrated his body.

Then the silver bottle on the banquet table broke suddenly, the water slurry splashed, and Yi Huo was shot backwards like flying projectiles, and slammed on the pillars of the hall.

His body was deeply embedded in the pillar, and his clothes were completely torn apart by the sword energy.

The whole chest was even more bloody and bloody, with bones visible, blood all over the body, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

The entire hall was dead silent, and everyone stood up at the same time, staring their eyes straight.

Off the field, Yi Shuihan's eyes were all shattered, and he shouted angrily at his brother's name.

He flew up and rushed to Yi Huoru's side to check his injuries.

Yi Huoran had exhausted his essence and blood, his spiritual roots were injured, and then he was pierced by Lin Yuan's sword energy, and all the sword bones in his body were shattered.

The spiritual veins in the body were cut off every inch, and the whole person was completely disabled.

It is impossible to practice again if the spiritual vein is broken.

Even if it can be repaired, it has to start all over again, and hidden diseases will also fall.

In other words, Yi Huoruo, who was known as the No. [-] genius in the True Spirit Realm, has become a useless person who cannot cultivate.

If he can't recover, he will never be able to practice swords again in this life, and his bright future will be completely ruined by Lin Yuan.

Yi Shuihan trembled all over, his face was ferocious, and his murderous intent burst out.

He released the spiritual pressure, drew his sword out of its sheath, and rushed towards Lin Yuan suddenly, intending to kill him in anger.

Lin Yuan had just chopped off all the spiritual power in his body with a single sword, but now he is extremely weak and unable to recover.

Coupled with Yi Shuihan's sudden sudden rise without warning, he couldn't escape the fatal blow at all.

At this moment, there was another huge wave of spiritual pressure, and Feng Qingyang jumped up from his seat and stood in front of Lin Yuan.

With just two fingers, he grasped the sword in Yi Shuihan's hand, and then broke it easily.

If he hadn't expected to block this blow in time, Lin Yuan, who was out of strength, would have died under Yi Shuihan's sword.

Enraged by Yi Shuihan, Feng Qingyang exploded with spiritual pressure and blasted him away.

The shock made Yi Shuihan spit blood from his mouth, and he fell unconscious.

The second prince, Qin Wudao, was furious when he saw this, and the monks under his command also drew their swords one after another, aggressively.

He first angrily reprimanded Feng Qingyang for being cruel and unreasonable, for actually attacking the younger generation.

Then he scolded Lin Yuan for not knowing the seriousness, disregarding the feelings of fellow-family members, and severely injuring Yi Huoru with deadly hands.

Yi Shuihan's master, the third elder of Qingmen, was also furious.

He was the most optimistic about a disciple whom he had devoted all his efforts to cultivate, but Lin Yuan crippled him for life.

He exuded an extremely strong murderous aura and spiritual pressure, and vowed to pay back Lin Yuan's blood.

Facing the oppression of several people, Lin Yuan first started from the agreement made by the other party in advance.

It shows that everyone present has witnessed, proving that their actions did not violate the agreement of the competition.

Furthermore, it was Yi Huoran who took the lead in disregarding the consequences and damaging his blood.

If he hadn't broken through the realm on the spot, he would be the one who fell to the ground now.

Lin Yuan argued vigorously, eloquently.

Ask the second prince face to face, if this is the case, who will be present at that time, who will speak up for him who has no identity and background?

Will he also have to pay the price for his fiery blood and blood?

After the voice fell, everyone on the field fell into silence, and no one answered.

Taking advantage of the victory, Lin Yuan went one step further.

The irony is that Yi Huoran is not only six small realms higher than him, but also damages his own blood regardless of the consequences, but he still loses in his hands.

It's because I'm not good at learning, no wonder he.

So far, the second prince and his party were rendered speechless by Lin Yuan's refutation.

The third elder of Qingmen was so angry that he wished to kill Lin Yuan on the spot.

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Chapter 77 Emotions heat up subtly

After the battle between Lin Yuan and Yi Huoran, he and the second prince fell into fierce conflict.

When another great war was about to break out, Li Hongzhang, the chief elder of the Qingmen, finally spoke out, calming down the conflict between the two sides.

This unusual palace dinner ended in Lin Yuan's engagement with Yi Shuihan.

With a cultivation base of the third level of the True Spirit Realm, without a break in the middle, several inner disciples won the battle in rounds.

In the end, he broke through the realm on the spot, crippling a monk at the peak of the true spirit realm.

Moreover, the abandoned one is known as the No. [-] talent in the True Spirit Realm, the most valued disciple of the third elder of the Qing Clan, and the first new star that the Qing Clan has only seen in a century.

And with the second prince's faction, forged an endless hatred.

Everyone was shocked by Lin Yuan.

It was completely different from the beginning of the dinner party, everyone looked at Lin Yuan completely changed.

It's no longer looking at a genius, but like looking at an evildoer who can trample even a genius under his feet.

The dignitaries were shocked, the male cultivators worshiped, the female cultivators admired, and their peers were jealous.

After this battle, Lin Yuan, the number one monk in the True Spirit Realm and the number one rising star of the Qing Clan, will change hands.

True spirit realm monks, no one dares to beat him.

What an amazing talent and stunning future achievements, it is simply unimaginable.

It was late at night, and Lin Yuan was sent back to the cave by Qin Zhimu himself.

Although Yi Huoreng was defeated by Lin Yuan, he was completely abolished by him.

But he was also badly injured.

His whole body was torn apart by the sharp sword energy, and there were even several deep scars visible to the bone.