The confrontation between the two huge forces, the backbone is still the confrontation between the Yuanying Grand Monk and the Jindan Monk.

Of course, the key to determining the direction of the battle is the victory or defeat between the combined powers.

The combined power is naturally commanded by Emperor Xiandao, and many combined powers can directly tear the space to come to the flood wilderness, while the Yuanying Grand Monk and the Jindan Monk need to pass through the guò teleportation array.

As for the Tsukiki monks, Emperor Sendao had no intention of letting them participate.

Because, the Tsukiji Monk went to have little impact on the battle situation, and they were the bloodline and inheritance of Immortal Island.

This is like a dispute between two sects, if the head of one of the sects dies, it only needs the young talents in the sect to keep emerging, and one day, the glory of the sect will be restored.

But if from top to bottom, the monks of the older generation to the younger generation all die, then this sect will disappear.

The battle of Zhengyi and the title of general in front of the palace are all great honors for the monks of Xiandao.

For the ** of rights, everyone has it in their hearts, whether light or heavy.

What's more, as a general of the expedition, commanding an army of 100,000 monks to conquer the Flood Desolate Continent, such an opportunity to make immortal achievements is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Monks who think they have something to do will not miss this event.

During this month's time, although Lin Yi and Feng Qingwu hid in a hidden cave in the valley, there were often many monks who passed by here and discussed this matter loudly and excitedly.

Lin Yi also had a general grasp of this matter, and had a plan in his heart.

On this day, Lin Yi opened his eyes, and Feng Qingwu's injury had already healed.

The power of desolation in the Chengying Sword has been completely mastered by Lin Yi, and the attribute of this desolate power is the wind.

Knowing this attribute, Lin Yi faintly felt in his heart that the Eight Desolation Famous Sword didn't seem to be as simple as he understood.

The caster of the Eight Desolations Famous Sword is Ou Yezi, a sword-casting master, who can be a god in the way of sword casting, which is enough to see his ability.

Moreover, in the Battle of the East Island, when Lin Yi cast the sword storm blade, the Juque Sword collided with six immortal weapons one after another, but there was no sign of damage, which was enough to infer that the level of the Juque Sword was definitely not weaker than the immortal weapon!

But Lin Yi won the giant sword during the foundation period, although the sword is fierce, open and close, but after all, it can't withstand the supernatural vision, until later comprehend the power of the wilderness, you can use the general trend of mountains and rivers to make the power to a higher level, but there are still some deficiencies.

It doesn't seem to show the true power of the giant sword.

It wasn't until the moment Lin Yi got the Chengying Sword that Lin Yi gradually grasped the key to this.

If Lin Yi expected it to be good, the Eight Desolation Famous Swords each have different attributes of the Desolate Power, and these different attributes are the biggest difference between the Eight Desolate Famous Swords, and the attributes must hide the real killing moves of the Eight Desolate Famous Swords!

Lin Yi didn't think about it, and now restoring the face of the breeze is the most important thing.

Lin Yi came to Feng Qingwu's side.

Feng Qingwu thought that her face could finally be restored, and she couldn't help but feel excited, her breathing was a little short, and her towering chest kept rising and falling.

Lin Yi said in a low voice: "Fellow Feng Dao, you use your mana to constantly repair the scars on your face, and I will help you." ”

After saying this, Lin Yi no longer hesitated, and moved the power of the wind desolation he comprehended to the palm of his hand, constantly rubbing his cheeks lightly.

Feeling the temperature of Lin Yi's palm, Feng Qingwu's face couldn't help but burn a little.

Feng Qingwu hurriedly calmed his mind, activated the flow of mana, and began to repair the blood marks on his face.

The palm of his hand brushed his cheeks dancing lightly in the wind, and Lin Yi suddenly felt a familiar aura of the same origin and coexistence, which was the power of the wind desolation in the Chengying Sword.

Lin Yi was overjoyed in his heart, knowing that he had thought in the right direction, and the blood marks on Feng Qingwu's face would definitely heal.

Under the joint efforts of the two, the blood marks on Feng Qingwu's face decreased little by little, faded, and finally disappeared, revealing smooth and delicate skin, with a slight heart-pounding flush.

Lin Yi had no distractions and continued to urge the power of the wind and wilderness.

Time passed little by little, but Lin Yi's brows became tighter and tighter.

There was an accident.

Feng Qingwu closed her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, which could see the tension and loss in her heart.

The blood on his cheek had almost disappeared, but there was still a scratch on the left side of his face, which had not healed for a long time, and it looked extremely glaring.

In fact, the other scars had healed half a day earlier, but the remaining scar could not be repaired.

Lin Yi put away his palm, his eyes flashing, thoughtful.

Feng Qingwu smiled and said, "It's very good to be able to restore this appearance to this point, I'm very happy." ”

Lin Yi was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing that Lin Yi cared about her so much, Feng Qingwu couldn't help but be moved, and sighed softly: "Maybe it's been too long and it's hard to heal, you, don't think about it." ”

"That's not right, they are all scratches at the same time, why can other wounds heal, but this one can't work. Lin Yi shook his head and said.

Feng Qingwu comforted: "Don't worry, I look like this, I guess the monks of Immortal Island can't recognize it." ”

Lin Yi Zhengse said: "How can it be, I promised you, I will do it for you!"

Feng Qingwu's heart trembled, and he hurriedly lowered his head to avoid Lin Yi's burning gaze.

Lin Yi said it for granted, but he didn't know what a big impact this sentence had on Feng Qingwu.

Feng Qingwu spent more than 50 years alone in Xiandao, and when she saw Lin Yi for the first time, she was very impressed when she learned of his identity as a desolate person.

When a person's heart has been lonely for a long time, he always wants to subconsciously find a support.

After that, Lin Yi made a strong move and took her to kill, leaving an indelible impression on her.

Feng Qingwu hadn't noticed it before, and until this moment, she was a little panicked.

That long-lost feeling came to the top of my heart again, and the wind danced lightly and subconsciously resisted, but I was a little powerless.

Lin Yi also felt a hint of strangeness when he saw the appearance of the wind dancing lightly, and couldn't help but be shocked.

"I already owe two love debts that are difficult to repay, how can I provoke other women?"

However, Lin Yi thought about it again, and couldn't help but feel relieved: "It must be me who is amorous, Feng Qingwu is a woman of the Feng Clan, she is a peerless beauty, and we have only been together for a month, how can you be tempted by me, a stupid boy." ”

Thinking of this, Lin Yi threw away his distracting thoughts and asked, "Fellow Feng Dao, when you used the Chengying Sword to scratch your face that day, did you ever have an abnormality?"

Feng Qingwu was in a state of confusion at this time, his thoughts were wandering, and he didn't pay attention to what Lin Yi said, and subconsciously responded: "Huh?"

Lin Yi frowned secretly and asked again.

Feng Qingwu took a deep breath, calmed down, gradually recalled one thing, and said slowly: "At that time, there was indeed an abnormality in the face, and the other wounds had healed after a while, revealing blood marks, but there was only one wound that was bleeding nonstop. ”

After a pause, Feng Qingwu said: "At that time, I was bent on escaping, and I didn't care about it, and then I fainted after consuming too much qi and blood, and then the wound on my face was also scarred when I woke up." ”

Lin Yi's eyes lit up, and he nodded: "It shouldn't be wrong, that's the reason!"

"What?" said the Wind Dancer.

"This is the true secret of the Shadow Sword!"