Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 172
"It's broken, it's the Black Spirit Demon."

Seeing those big guys like black ghosts, Wang Ba cried out in shock.

"Black spirit devil? What is it?"

Molin was also shocked by those dark-skinned giants. These guys were stronger than his barbarian warriors. Their muscular arms were thicker than his thighs. Their dark skin exuded a shiny metallic luster, as if wearing clothes. Put on a black battle armor, and tell him directly that any one of them has the fighting power of a fourth-level martial artist, or even stronger.

"They are a group of monsters living in the ground, all of them are murderous and murderous. Adult black spirit demons have the fighting power of a fifth-level martial artist. Their skin is natural armor, and their defense is comparable to heavy armor. A first-level martial artist can't break the defense at all. The martial soul of the Black Essence Demon is a rare throwing spear. It is different from ordinary martial souls in that it can be condensed into a real spear. The sharpness is comparable to low-grade spiritual weapons. My son, this is a conspiracy, let's run , It’s too late to run away.”

Wang Ba was really frightened, his face turned green, and he said these few words quickly and quickly. If he hadn't been short-legged, he knew he couldn't run away without riding a horse, and he might have run away long ago.

"Fifth-level martial artist!"

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Mo Lin's back, wishing he could slap Wang Ba to death. He kept boasting that his information was accurate, but he miscalculated everywhere, and never got it right.

However, Mo Lin did not intend to escape.

He took the castle with great difficulty, so how could he just let it go, how could he be reconciled, at this time, other barbarian warriors in the castle rushed out one after another, brandishing the giant sword in their hands, and surrounded Mo Lin in the middle.

"You are Dulong? I've heard of you."

Mo Lin shouted calmly: "This mine is the private property of my Yuan family. I was ordered to recover it. Now I give you two options. One is to leave here with your men, and the other is to start a war. However, I want to remind you that my Yuan family's five thousand troops are on their way, if there is a war, none of you will survive."

Having seen the power of the spear thrown by the black elf demon, Mo Lin had already given up his plan to fight recklessly, and decided to scare Dulong away by intimidation to avoid greater losses.

"Hahaha……"

Dulong laughed wildly: "Boy, there are still five thousand troops, who are you scaring? Over the years, not only how many people pretended to be the Yuan family and wanted to occupy the mines here, do you know what their fate is? Death! No one can get out alive This mountain!"

"I don't know who sent you here. It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, but as long as you come to my Dulong Castle, you will only have a dead end. Let me do it!"

Following Dulong's roar, shouts came from the cave behind him, and more than 200 bandits rushed out, dividing left and right, and surrounded them in the middle.

At the same time, there was a loud noise behind Merlin, and the back door of the castle was closed from the inside, cutting off his thoughts of retreating to the castle.

"Wang Ba, is this the 120 people you mentioned?!"

Mo Lin's teeth were itchy with hatred, but at this point, he ignored Wang Ba, pulled out the machete, pointed forward, and shouted: "Kill!"

The barbarian warrior let out a shocking roar, brandishing the huge sword in his hand and rushed towards the opposite side, Mo Lin urged the Nether Leopard to go straight to Dulong.

Whoosh...

The eight black elf demons beside Dulong pulled out the throwing spears on their backs, and threw them fiercely forward. Six throwing spears flew towards the barbarian warriors on both sides, and two went straight to Mo Lin.

"Shock to the sky!"

At this time, Mo Lin didn't keep it anymore, the soul essence in his body was running wildly, his body jumped up, and the machete rolled up a hurricane, and slashed out violently.

click!
The space trembled, sparks flew everywhere, and the two throwing spears were chopped into two pieces amidst the violent metal and iron collision. Mo Lin fell heavily to the ground with a faint throbbing pain coming from his arms.

"So strong."

Having personally felt the power of throwing spears, Mo Lin realized how terrifying the black spirit's arm strength is. If he hadn't practiced the Dragon Elephant Knife Manual, and hadn't had a middle-grade spiritual weapon like a machete, he wouldn't even have a spear-throwing knife. Can't stop it.

"Man Da Man Er, lead people to charge to both sides, Iron Lion Squad, follow me!"

The black elf's spear-throwing is a long-range attack. The most correct tactic to deal with this archer-like enemy is to get close, so that they cannot exert the power of spear-throwing.

Twenty barbarian warriors heard the order and urged their horses to charge forward. The second round of spear throwing by the black spirit demon came again. Puff puff puff, several soldiers were shot and turned over and fell off their horses.

Mo Lin's eyes turned red when he saw his subordinates, big and small, who had gone through seven or eight battles without a single casualty being shot to the ground in the past month. Shadow, brushing against the bandit minion's body, rushed to Dulong in a blink of an eye, and smashed down the machete in his hand with thunderous power.

call!
Dulong grinned grimly, the hammer in his hand went up from bottom to top, with a gust of wind to meet him.

click!
The machete was cut on the hammer, and it sank more than three inches deep. The ground under Dulong's feet made a creaking sound, and his two feet sank deeply into the ground.

"Boy, if you have a second chance, come again!"

A flash of surprise flashed in Dulong's eyes, he flipped his wrist, and the hammer fell from top to bottom.

Mo Lin understood the principle of capturing the thief first and the king better than anyone else. Seeing that his blow with all his strength did not knock back the Dulong, Mo Lin knew that he had encountered a formidable opponent, so he took a step back and dodged the hammer. The phantom of the spikes is like the real thing, stabbing out fiercely!

"Armor-piercing thorn."

Dulong sneered, hammered across his chest, and blocked the knife, but his body was shaken back more than ten steps before he could stand still.

"Damn, I'm going to kill you!"

One move failed, Feng Dulong was enraged, and with a roar, a huge shadow of a hammer appeared above his head, and hit Mo Lin fiercely.

Mo Lin swayed, retreated quickly, dodged the blow, and stepped forward again. As a phantom of a giant elephant flashed away, a sky-shaking blow slammed out.

Pong!
This time Dulong was bumped and moved back more than ten meters away, the skin on his body was slashed to the point of more than ten cuts by the saber energy, blood flowed out immediately, and two deep scratches were drawn on his feet.

"Soul Yuan Realm Level [-]!"

Mo Lin was shocked in his heart, he had already guessed Dulong's strength in a few duel moves, if he was only a fourth-level martial artist, even if he resisted a shocking blow, he would not die, but he would be seriously injured. Obviously, his cultivation is far beyond.

"No, it must be resolved quickly!"

Mo Lin was anxious. At this time, they had already retreated into the cave, and there were constant screams outside. The eight black elf demons rushed towards the Sword God Army among the bandits. It was not known how many people would be killed or injured. Just as he was about to use another sky-shaking blow, a strong wind suddenly came from behind his head. He shook his head hastily, and a throwing spear flew past his ear and penetrated deeply into the stone wall not far away. , almost rooted and hidden.

"Black spirit devil!"

Mo Lin was startled, the light in the cave was dim, he was only focused on fighting Dulong, and he didn't see a black spirit demon standing under the stone wall beside him.

(End of this chapter)