Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 64
The instinct of the archer on the left was right.

The corpse thrown by Mo Lin is too powerful. Judging from the flight trajectory, it can fly at least five to sixty meters. Even if he does not dodge or dodge, it is impossible to hit himself standing 60 meters away, so he only needs to kill That's it, you don't need to worry about being hit.

However, when the soul-chasing arrow in his hand was shot, the archer suddenly felt something was wrong.

He found that there seemed to be a green vine wrapped around the waist of the flying corpse. As the corpse flew out, the green vine quickly tightened, and the other end of the vine was in Mo Lin's hand.

Then, an unexpected scene appeared.

The flying corpse brought a strong pulling force, pulled Mo Lin's body and shot out suddenly, the speed was more than twice as fast as when he was escaping, and slammed straight towards the archer on the left!It feels like a boulder projected from a catapult!
"what!"

The archer on the left uttered a scream, and used his body skills to dash backwards. However, Mo Lin, who was using the phantom, relied on the pulling force of the corpse, and his speed was at least twice as fast as him. By the time others reacted, the two had already collided.

"Peng! Poof..."

A ray of cold light flew out from Mo Lin's waist, slashing open the archer's neck like lightning, and unsheathed the hidden blade that had not been used for a long time!
"you……"

Xia Houfeng's face changed drastically, he never expected Mo Lin to have such a skill, let alone he actually brought two knives!At this time, he was less than ten meters away from Mo Lin, and in a hurry, he summoned the martial spirit instantly, which was a huge blue light shield, which was placed across his chest.

The archer was killed, and the soul-chasing arrows shot lost their tracking effect, so it was nothing to worry about.After a successful blow, Mo Lin didn't stop for a moment. He ignored Xia Houfeng, and Phantom Lost Trace activated again, rushing towards the other archer. neck.

"court death!"

Seeing Mo Lin trying to get close, the archer quickly used his posture to retreat, while the bowstring trembled, and three sharp arrows shot out.

"too slow."

As soon as the three sharp arrows left the string, Mo Lin let out a sneer in his heart. The power of the arrow martial soul was far inferior to that of the bow martial soul, and he shot it hastily. He had the experience of fighting Mu Yao and immediately judged the three The power of arrows.

Without resisting hard, and without using a knife to resist, Mo Lin's forward body suddenly bent down, and easily dodged the three arrows. At this time, the Ivy Spirit had already arrived in front of the archer on the right, and he raised the iron bow in his hand. Pulling it over, the green vines that were shooting straight at him suddenly changed direction as if they had eyes, dodging the trajectory of the iron bow, entangled his arms, and bound his legs.

"No!"

puff!
There was a rain of blood in the night sky, and the last archer fell to the ground. Only then did the other killers chase after him, but each of them moved slowly, and a shocking light appeared in their eyes.

"Kill, kill him!"

Xia Houfeng's furious shout made the killers look cruel again.

The strength of these killers are warriors of level nine and ten. After secret training, they cooperated tacitly and struck viciously. Two daggers, three knives, four swords, and a steel whip fell on Mo Lin almost at the same time.

"Draw the knife and cut!"

Facing the siege of more than a dozen people, Mo Lin did not retreat but advanced, and directly ran into a killer holding a dagger. The hidden blade flashed out, severed his arm, and then easily cut his neck.

puff puff!

Two steel knives also chopped on Mo Lin's back, leaving two hideous bloody gashs.

Under the siege of more than a dozen killers whose cultivation base was almost the same as his own, it would be nonsense not to be injured, but Mo Lin felt that the two blows were worth it, because he had already torn a hole in the opponent's encirclement.

Fighting is skillful.

Especially group fights where we are outnumbered.

Mo Lin was confident that if it was a one-on-one duel, even if the number of killers doubled, he wouldn't take it seriously.

But a good wolf was defeated by a group of dogs. In this situation, he had to take advantage of the terrain if he wanted to survive. Only by introducing the opponent into a narrow alley could he limit their advantage of being numerous and eat them one by one.

"He wants to run, stop him!"

Seeing Mo Lin break through, Xia Houfeng screamed.

Mo Lin sneered, accelerated suddenly, and got into the alley just now.

Without the long-range threat from the archer, Mo Lin no longer had any worries. He had just run not far after entering the alley, when he suddenly turned around and rushed towards a killer who was closely behind him.

"Draw the knife and cut!"

The Zangfeng Knife slashed out silently, and the killer waved his sword to resist, the sharp blade unexpectedly cut open the steel sword in his hand and cut open his lower abdomen, directly disemboweling him, and the intestines and internal organs immediately flowed out all over the floor .

Elder Sun is the guardian of the Heartless Sect, so how could the Tibetan blade he gave to Mo Lin be ordinary?Although Mo Lin didn't know whether it was a low-grade spiritual weapon or a middle-grade spiritual weapon, he knew that it was a precious knife that cut gold, jade, and iron. It was precisely because he knew its preciousness that Mo Lin was reluctant to use it on weekdays. , Now, life and death are on the line, and he no longer keeps them, showing all his final cards.

"Since you want to kill me, don't even think about living!"

Mo Lin's hair flew up, his face was stern, and he ran forward again. Before he ran very far, his body turned back in a flash of lightning, and he swung his knife again. Another killer fell under his knife.

"There are still ten people!"

Mo Lin silently counted the remaining number of people, took out two beast pills from the storage bag and stuffed them into his mouth again, with a slight movement of his thoughts, the Ivy Spirit flew out soundlessly, wrapping itself around a killer leaning against the wall. The martial soul of a famous assassin is a steel whip. Seeing Mo Lin's green vine, he pulled out the whip and got entangled with the green vine, but Mo Lin's green vine was not one. This green vine competed with the steel whip, and the other However, the green vines wrapped around the killer's legs like lightning, and his body was pulled out by a powerful force.

"die!"

Sen Leng's hidden sharp knife suddenly appeared on the killer's chest, and he pierced his chest as if he had hit him directly, and fell to the ground in pain, with blood gushing out from his mouth, nose, and ears.

Mo Lin was running in the alley, and every time he turned around, a killer fell under his knife.

The unstoppable speed of drawing the sword and cutting is like a fish in water in this small space, making it impossible to dodge. Occasionally, if someone escapes the vital point, the iron handprint that follows will immediately end his pain.

The Zangfeng Knife will immediately return to its sheath every time it is drawn, bright as a mirror, and the light of the knife that does not drip blood is like lightning falling from the night sky. It is precisely because of its disappearance that the killers are even more afraid.

The shining knife light flashed past again, and another killer closed his eyes forever.

At this moment, Mo Lin's heart was as cold as iron, and ruthless killing intent occupied his consciousness.

He seemed to have returned to the battlefield, back to the years when he was hunted down by terrorists in his previous life. Before he knew it, the 200-meter alley had come to an end, and the footsteps behind him became more and more sparse. The three killers had already stopped, and behind them, another person was running away.

(End of this chapter)