Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 22 Du Dafeng, come to fight!

"Unfeeling Terrace is a place to bet on life and death, and you still want to replace him? If you dare to kill my brother, you will all die!"

Du Dafeng didn't hide his voice, and said viciously.

Mo Lin glanced at him, now Kunshan is no longer life-threatening, with Su Lin taking care of him, it's time to settle the score.

Withdrawing his gaze, Mo Lin came to the middle of the stage.

"Mo Lin, die to me!"

Wu Renyi used Yin Sha Fist again, and the wind of the fist whistled fiercely. The martial soul behind him suddenly opened his mouth wide, roaring, and rushed towards Mo Lin's face.

"is it?"

Mo Lin indifferently made a sound, and the fine iron knife came out of its sheath, turning into a bright cold light, and struck on the head of the monster, instantly cutting through Wu Renyi's clothes, leaving a foot-long bloody gash on his chest .

There was silence all around, and the eyes of many onlookers instantly widened.

"Bah."

A drop of blood dripped down Mo Lin's knife tip onto the stage, and the murderous intent in his eyes burned like a flame.

"Let me die?"

Mo Lin sneered, and swung the knife again. Wu Renyi looked at the wound on his chest, and before he could feel the pain, he was awakened by Lei Yin in front of him. Just as he was about to dodge, he brought Lei Guang's knife directly to him. It flew out, and hit the Heartless Platform like a broken sack.

In front of Mo Lin, Wu Renyi was powerless to fight back! !
……

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Countless pairs of eyes looked at Mo Lin in astonishment. His seemingly light strike actually possessed the momentum of a thunderbolt, which was obviously not an ordinary martial skill.

Du Dafeng's expression turned extremely ugly.

He originally thought that Wu Renyi would hold on for a while longer, to consume some of Mo Lin's soul energy, and at least force him to release his martial soul, but he didn't expect that he would be so vulnerable, he didn't even have a chance to make a move. If it was him, Facing this kind of knife technique, how to deal with it?
Wu Renyi finally came to his senses. Seeing Mo Lin approaching him step by step, and looking at the two deep wounds on his chest, he felt fear for the first time.

"Stop fighting, I admit defeat!"

"Admit defeat?"

Mo Lin seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. Wu Renyi first interrupted the second awakening of Kunshan's martial spirit, and just now almost killed Kunshan with shady means. Now that he was about to lose, To actually admit defeat, is there such a good thing in the world?
"I recognize your sister!"

Mo Lin raised the fine iron knife and was about to strike down. Wu Renyi suddenly yelled on the ground, and threw out another bag containing chili powder. Mo Lin turned his head to dodge. Taking this opportunity, he rolled and crawled. He fell off the stage and staggered toward Du Dafeng.

"Du Dafeng, save..."

Without yelling "I", he fell at Du Dafeng's feet, as embarrassing as he could be.

Lying on the ground, Wu Renyi smiled, he knew he couldn't die.

The Unfeeling Stage did not allow others to intervene, so he stepped down from the stage, but in another matter, if Mo Lin killed him again, he would be punished by the sect rules.

"It's a pity that the success fell short. You didn't kill him on the stage of unfeeling, don't you regret it?"

Du Dafeng looked at Mo Lin standing by the stage with a mocking expression on his face. On the stage, Wu Renyi did not die. When he stepped off the stage, killing him would be a violation of the sect's rules. What's more, he was present. It can only go so far.

really?
Mo Lin didn't think so. He glanced at Wu Renyi and said coldly, "From the moment he maliciously interrupted Kunshan, he was doomed to die. Do you think you can protect him? How ridiculous!"

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Lin rose into the air, and the fine iron knife in his hand drew a dazzling arc, slashing towards Wu Renyi with the might of thunder piercing through the sky.

"Want to kill people under my nose? Just dream!"

Du Dafeng sneered, and took a step forward, blocking Wu Renyi behind him. At the same time, the long sword in his waist came out of its sheath, waving a blood-red light and shadow, and met Mo Lin's thunder.

"Blood Shadow Sword!"

The swords collided, sparks shot out, Du Dafeng shook twice, and Mo Lin's feet fell back to the ground. Without any hesitation, he turned his wrists and slashed forward three times. Du Dafeng swung his sword to block, and the blood-red sword The shadow dyed the space red and blocked the thunderous three swords, but his wrist was a little numb from the shock. At this moment, Mo Lin's fist hit his face!
"Kaishan Fist!"

"So fast!"

It was too late for the long sword in Du Dafeng's hand to retreat, so he had no choice but to dodge aside. When he remembered that Wu Renyi was still lying behind him, Mo Lin's knife tip had already touched Wu Renyi's neck.

"Who is this person? What a superb martial skill, the strength of the eighth level of Chongmai Realm actually forced back the ninth level martial artist Du Dafeng, those three swords, the speed is so fast!"

"Yeah, I didn't see how he made it! Du Dafeng used to be the ninth-ranked master in the outer sect. This time, he used the Chongmai Pill to break through two soul veins. I'm afraid the ranking will go up."

The people around were discussing and shocked. Mo Lin was only an eighth-level warrior, and he forced back a ninth-level warrior Du Dafeng with three swords and one punch. He was so forced that he had no chance to fight back. It was really shocking.

What they don't know is that Mo Lin practiced hard to draw his sword, his arm strength and agility are at least a bit faster than ordinary warriors, and Bafang Leidong is a sword skill comparable to low-level mysterious combat skills, and he has also practiced it to Dzogchen , forcing Du Dafeng to retreat seems unbelievable to others, but who knows how much blood and sweat he has put in on weekdays?
Being forced back by Mu Yang, who was only an eighth-level martial artist, under the eyes of everyone, Du Dafeng's expression turned extremely ugly, and he immediately felt a shame he had never felt before.

"If you dare to touch one of his backs, I promise to tear you to pieces!"

Du Dafeng stared at the fine iron knife in Mo Lin's hand, his eyes were cold, and he said viciously.

Wu Renyi had been frightened for a long time. He thought that with Du Dafeng around, Mo Lin would never hurt him. Unexpectedly, the knife was on his neck in the blink of an eye. In panic, a wave of anger radiated from his crotch When I came out, I was scared to pee.

"Forgive me, please, I won't dare next time."

Wu Renyi's body trembled like chaff, and his voice changed.

"Next time? Do you want a next time?"

"I……"

puff!
Before Wu Renyi opened his mouth to beg for mercy again, the light of the knife flashed past, blood gushed out like a fountain, and Wu Renyi died on the spot.

"it is good!"

"Have courage!"

There was bursts of applause from the surroundings. Many people had long since disliked Wu Renyi's despicableness and shamelessness, and felt that Mo Lin killed him happily.

……

……

On the cliffs around the Valley of Unrequited Love, many weak outer disciples also saw the scene at the bottom of the valley, and immediately let out bursts of exclamation.

A middle-aged woman who was walking around the valley and towards the back hill stopped when she heard the sound and looked towards the bottom of the valley.

Du Dafeng's face was ashen. He didn't expect that Mo Lin would dare to kill people under the unfeeling stage, taking his warning as air. This kind of naked humiliation was more unbearable than a slap in the face.

"Okay, you have the guts! Do you dare to fight me on stage!"

Mo Lin dared to kill people in the audience, but he, Du Dafeng, did not dare. Even if he hated Mo Lin, he still maintained a semblance of reason. His tone was vicious, but once he said these words, his momentum weakened.

However, feeling the aura of a ninth-level martial artist released by Du Dafeng, no one felt that Mo Lin dared to take the stage. Even if he was lucky enough to win a round, it was another matter to really fight for his life.

At this time, Su Lin had already helped Kunshan to the stage. Hearing Du Dafeng's challenge, she shook her head at Mo Lin, signaling him to run away quickly. She had seen Mo Lin's terrifying speed. If he tried to escape with all his strength, Du Dafeng might not be able to escape. I can catch up with him.

How could Mo Lin not understand Su Lin's worry, he smiled faintly, turned around slowly, and walked slowly towards the stage along the stone steps beside him.

"He's going on stage?"

There were bursts of exclamations from the surroundings again, this boy wearing a mask actually stepped onto the stage of unfeeling again!

"Du Dafeng, come to fight!"

Arriving in the middle of the Heartless Stage, Mo Lin looked at Du Dafeng in the audience, and stopped drinking in a deep voice.

The wind suddenly picked up, and the indifferent voice echoed at the bottom of the valley.

At this moment, Mo Lin in the wind.

Pride.

(End of this chapter)