Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 55

Many of the surrounding villagers cried out in shock. Although some people had already guessed Mo Lin's strength, guessing was guesswork after all, and it was completely different from what they saw with their own eyes.

It's a pity that Mo Lin, who was supposed to shine in the first place, because of the appearance of Mo Jiao, Mo Chen, and Mo Shuang, the three soul masters, no matter how talented they are, they can't cover up their brilliance.

Mo Lin didn't have time to figure out what the onlookers were thinking.

The Xuantie knife was as powerful as a broken bamboo, and it slashed down with thunderbolts.

"Out of control."

Mo Chen snorted coldly, and slapped his palm forward. The whirlwind of wind flying around his body moved with his palm, turning into a palm shadow more than one meter high, and slapped directly on Mo Lin's blade. The iron knife he dropped bounced back instantly.

"Owners of elemental martial souls are best at long-range attacks. With the help of the martial soul's power, they can mobilize the soul essence in their bodies to form a force, which is far stronger than ordinary warriors."

Feeling the shock coming from his arm, Mo Lin thought to himself, but this is not the first time he has fought against a martial artist. In the cave, Zhou Hongwen, a first-level martial artist, wanted to kill him. Mo Lin resisted a few moves, and now he has entered the tenth level Warrior, his strength and speed have been improved to a higher level. Although it is impossible to surpass the warrior, he will never be as embarrassed as last time.

"Lightning Movie!"

Mo Lin swung the knife again, the knife was clean and swift, without any pause.

"Break it for me!"

Mo Chen let out a low growl. He thought that Mo Lin would be injured by the move just now, but he only took two steps back and attacked again. With his strength in the soul realm, it was undoubtedly a shame. The flying wind The vortex raged and condensed, turning into a huge dust fist and punching out.

"Thunder in all directions!"

The iron knife turned into eight knife shadows, each of which was wrapped with dozens of thunder lights, like eight beasts, instantly tore apart Mo Chen's fist shadow of the wind. shot out -

"Iron handprint!"

A black handprint more than half a meter high, like a diamond palm, was printed on Mo Chen's chest.

Feeling the iron-blooded chill emanating from this palm, everyone's expressions changed.

"Mysterious martial arts?"

Mo Chen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he crossed his hands in front of his chest in a cross shape, and the surrounding wind vortex also condensed on his arms, forming a thick layer of protection.

Pong!
With a muffled sound, the black handprints were heavily imprinted on Mo Chen's arm, and he was so shocked that he moved back more than two meters.

Mo Chen's face was ashen. Although he only retreated two meters, he was a martial artist in the soul realm. Just now he mocked Mo Lin for being vulnerable and a poor reptile, but now he was repelled by the reptile. This is a great shame.

"I want you to die!" Mo Chen yelled sharply, "The wind and the clouds!"

The gathered cyclones exploded like fireworks, turning into a series of air blades visible to the naked eye, overwhelming Mo Lin.

"I don't think so."

Mo Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, everything in front of him instantly became slow and clear in his consciousness, his consciousness poured into the knife through his arm, and the spurting air blade seemed to become the reflection of the soul refining clock. Light and shadow, following the direction that light and shadow flew, Mo Lin swung his sword again.

"Thunder in all directions!"

It is still a move that thunders in all directions, but the momentum of this move is at least twice as strong as before. When the blade cuts into the air storm, it is like throwing a huge stone into a calm lake, and the ripples form a vacuum. The area, smashing the surrounding air knives into pieces in an instant.

Mo Chen's pupils contracted sharply, and a dangerous breath surged into his heart. He felt that Mo Lin's knife seemed to have turned into an irresistible ancient beast, waving its sharp minions and fangs to charge at him.

Out of instinct for danger, Mo Chen took a step back.

"Iron handprint!"

Before Mo Chen could stand still, Mo Lin's iron handprint arrived again. He could only raise his arms to protect his chest, and his body was shaken back two steps.

"Thunder in all directions!"

Mo Lin took a step forward, raised his saber and slashed again, and used the strongest move in Leidong Bafang for the third time. Mo Chen wanted to gather the power of his martial soul to resist, but his intuition told him that this sword was definitely not something he could match. In desperation, he could only retreat and dodge.

"Iron handprint!"

Mo Chen resisted with both arms, and was shocked back again.

"Thunder in all directions!"

……

On the martial arts stage, a dramatic scene appeared.

Mo Lin, who only had the strength of a tenth-level martial artist, had his palm in his sword, and the knife in his palm, one sword after another, and one palm followed by a sword, pressing forward step by step, while Mo Chen, who had the strength of a martial artist, was forced to retreat steadily. With only the power to parry, there is no way to fight back, and everyone around him looks stupid.

"how so!"

"Mo Lin actually forced Mo Chen to retreat steadily, how is this possible?"

"Fight back, Mo Chen, fight back! Grass!"

No one thought that the duel between the two would be like this.

The Soul Origin Realm and the Chongmai Realm are not at the same level. Fighting between the two is like a strong adult man facing an eight or nine-year-old child. No matter how strong the child is, it is impossible for the child to beat an adult.

However, the impossible becomes possible here, no matter how anxious others are, Mo Chen is completely suppressed and unable to fight back!

Compared with other people's puzzlement and anxiety, Mo Tianhu was even more shocked and speechless.

He is a strong man in the soul realm, and his perception is far sharper than ordinary people. From Mo Lin's attack, he captured some indescribable things.He felt that with Mo Lin's knife, there seemed to be countless empty knife shadows in the surrounding air. These knife shadows were confusing and disorganized, but they were everywhere, as if they were hidden between the heaven and the earth. , just like being summoned by Mo Lin's knife.

"Is this... the sword intent?"

"impossible!"

Mo Tianhu instantly denied his guess. The blade has no rules, and even a martial artist can hardly comprehend it. Mo Lin is only a tenth-level martial artist, so how could he touch the most mysterious threshold.

When Mo Qingshan saw Mo Lin's performance, a strange brilliance flashed in his eyes. Unlike Mo Tianhu's doubts, when Mo Lin made the first cut, he realized how lucky his son had been.

"Good boy, you actually realized the sword intent. It seems that you really don't need Dad's protection in the future."

Mo Qingshan let out a breath slowly, finally let go of his heart, and looked at his son with a satisfied face.With Saber Intent, coupled with the Xuan-level Martial Skill Iron Handprint, it is only a matter of time before Mo Chen can be defeated. Besides, up to now, Mo Lin has not released his Martial Soul, which can be one of the most powerful Martial Souls in the world. He didn't awaken his own life, but Mo Qingshan knew that people with this kind of martial spirit are best at protracted warfare.

After glancing at Mo Tianhu, a slight sarcasm appeared in Mo Qingshan's eyes.

"what!"

Mo Chen retreated steadily under the pressure of Mo Lin, and let out an angry roar. He condensed the martial spirit storm again and again, but was crushed by Mo Lin, like a ferocious beast trapped in an iron cage. Can't exert great strength.

(End of this chapter)