Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 186 Fist Intent
"Oh? You seem very confident." Long Fei looked Mo Lin up and down, "Do you dare to leave your name?"

"Lin, Mo."

Long Fei raised his eyebrows, "Wuying Dao, Lin Mo?"

Mo Lin said, "It's rare for you to know me."

Long Fei said: "No wonder my three subordinates will die."

Mo Lin said: "They are just the beginning, none of you will survive."

Long Fei sneered again: "Zhao Qiang, Lin Mo, I didn't expect the top ten freshmen of Fengshen Academy to meet two people at once, so let's end it."

Before he finished speaking, Long Fei's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and the next moment he was in front of Mo Lin, the black rapier in his hand swirled with dark green ripples, piercing Mo Lin's throat.

Facing a sixth-level martial artist, Mo Lin didn't dare to be careless, and the machete made a piercing sound of cutting through the air, aiming at a killer on the left.

"retreat!"

Long Fei let out a low voice. The assassin was always on guard against Mo Lin. Although the sword light was swift and fierce, he felt that he was not irresistible. As long as he could restrain Mo Lin, even in a very short moment, others would be able to kill him. Kill with one hit.

Instinctively, the killer's hands were suddenly covered with a layer of metallic luster. He moved forward instead of retreating, stretched his arms, and met Mo Lin's machete with palms together, trying to clamp it.

This is his Iron Hand Martial Soul. In the past three years, this killer has caught countless people's weapons with this method, and he has never missed it. However, today, he missed it.

Just when his palm touched the machete, the falling light of the knife suddenly accelerated, passing through the gap between his hands and chopping down.

puff!

The killer's body froze suddenly, and instantly froze on the spot. Then, a line of blood split from the center of his eyebrows, and the line of blood continued to stretch downwards until it reached between his legs. Split into two halves!

With one hit, Mo Lin flipped his wrist, and the machete slashed at another killer.

At this moment, Long Fei's sword also arrived behind him, and with a soft chirp, a gash was cut in his back, and the blood burst out, but Mo Lin ignored it. Fei's speed is not slower than his own. The opponent has many people, and all of them are masters. He must reduce the opponent's numerical advantage in the shortest possible time. Otherwise, once he is besieged, the consequences will be unpredictable.

After struggling to receive a sword, Mo Lin's knife also fell on the killer.

The killer's weapons are two short knives. The strange luster on the blades means that these are not ordinary weapons, but two low-grade spiritual weapons. Seeing Mo Lin approaching, he crossed the knives while backing away, and moved upwards. Ying, trying to block Mo Lin's knife, but how did he know that Mo Lin's seemingly inconspicuous machete would be a middle-grade spiritual weapon, there was a sound of metal collision, and the killer's short knife was chopped The two broke, and flew into the air with a right arm.

The remaining three killers launched an attack at the same time as Mo Lin shot.

One of them attacked Zhao Qiang, and the two of them directly attacked Mo Lin's back, but Mo Lin's speed was too fast, and his sword was even faster. When Mo Lin was forced to withdraw to resist, the killer with two swords had already fallen to the ground.

"kill!"

Long Fei's eyes were open, he never expected that Mo Lin would be so fast, he could kill two people in front of him and besieged by five people, six soul rings were released suddenly, and a black long sword emerged above his head.

"Rainstorm Sword Gang!"

With a low growl, Long Fei's black rapier radiated thousands of rays of light, and each ray of light turned into a sharp sword, like a rainstorm pouring down from the sky covering Mo Lin's body.

"Dragon Elephant—Armor Piercer!"

Mo Lin's eyes suddenly turned cold. Facing a sixth-level martial artist, he didn't hold back any more. He raised his void step to the extreme, and a unparalleled sword glow soared into the sky, like a dragon riding the wind and waves, piercing Long Fei through heavy rain.

Long Fei's face was slightly cold, and he had to withdraw and back away from the sharp edge of the armor-piercing thorn. At the same time, his sword style changed, and a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the surrounding space, and a group of rapidly rotating dark clouds appeared in the midair.

"Fengyun Jiangang!"

Mo Lin frowned slightly, the wind and cloud all over the sky were like sharp swords, making him inescapable and incomparable. With a shout in his heart, the machete in his hand suddenly turned into a phantom of a giant dragon, and slammed forward fiercely.

"Dragon Elephant - Shocking Strike!"

The terrifying power shook the heavens and the earth, smashing the sky full of wind and clouds, Long Fei's pupils shrank sharply, he retracted the black rapier in his right hand, clenched his left hand, and slowly stretched it out...

Lightning flashed in the sky, and Long Fei's seemingly slow punch turned into thousands of shadows, meeting Mo Lin's sky-shaking blow.

click!
In the depths of the mountain forest, there was a sound of explosion that resounded through the sky.

In the explosion, a figure flew upside down into the air.

"Fist intent!"

After Mo Lin fell to the ground, his blood was throbbing, his throat was sweet, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Long Fei's punch just now exuded an extremely familiar aura.
"You have some knowledge!"

After punching Mo Lin back with one punch, Long Fei formed an indifferent grin on the corner of his mouth, and squeezed out a sound from between his teeth.

"Since you know it's the will of martial arts, do you think you still have hope of living?"

Mo Lin's "Dragon Elephant Sword Manual" is supported by the sword intent. These days, he has cultivated the second form to the state of Dzogchen. If ordinary martial arts practitioners do not have more advanced martial arts skills, they are considered to be six or seven-level martial artists It was also difficult to resist, but his knife was broken by Long Fei.

"Only the will of martial arts can fight against the will of martial arts. It seems that it is true."

Molin thought of a sentence in the book.

Long Fei is a sixth-level martial artist, and his cultivation base is already two levels higher than him. Although the opponent's punching intent is a level behind his sword intent, but with the support of the sixth-level martial artist's soul essence, the power is comparable , this is definitely a formidable enemy.

Long Fei didn't say anything, but he was horrified at Mo Lin's knife just now, which forced him to use his fist, and the opponent's realm was obviously lower than his own, and he felt a great humiliation immediately.

At this time, Zhao Qiang had already led one of the fifth-level killers into the depths of the jungle, and the sound of fighting could be faintly heard. The other two killers surrounded Mo Lin, one on the left and one on the right, to prevent him from escaping.

"Go and get rid of Zhao Qiang, leave it to me."

Long Fei said coldly, the two killers looked at each other, turned into an afterimage and entered the dense forest.

Mo Lin was locked by Long Fei's breath, knowing that it was impossible for him to block the two of them before Long Fei made a move, he was worried about Zhao Qiang's safety, he knew that he had to deal with Long Fei in the shortest possible time before he could save others.

"You are too confident."

Holding the knife in both hands, Mo Lin made a sound slowly, the soul in his body trickled along the soul veins, and four soul rings, two black and two white, emerged above his head.

(End of this chapter)