Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 143

The horse-like blade light is as fast as lightning, carrying the terrifying killing intent of Sen Han's destruction.

Mo Lin was clearly a few meters away, but the moment the saber came out of its sheath, it came to Song Renfeng's body at a speed as fast as teleporting.

Song Renfeng felt a sense of danger in his heart, his right palm trembled violently, and the piercing sword energy howled between his palms, and slapped Mo Lin's blade.

"boom!"

The swords collided again, and Song Renfeng's sword energy was like an egg hitting a rock, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. The sharp blade light drove straight in without even slowing down, and slashed towards his throat.

Song Renfeng's face changed slightly.

The sword energy just now condensed [-]% of his cultivation, and he was actually vulnerable. Obviously, the soft knife that Mo Lin pulled out from his waist was definitely not an ordinary soldier, but a spiritual weapon!
What made Song Renfeng's heart tremble even more.

At the moment when the sword collided, he felt the vitality of the world around his body froze suddenly, as if out of the control of his mind, and was drawn backward by some invisible force, with the faint shadow of the sword flickering like fish scales.

Song Renfeng was shocked and angry. He is a fourth-level martial artist, two levels higher than Mo Lin. He actually felt the threat of death from the opponent's knife. This was something he never expected.

"Break it for me!"

His right arm trembled again, and the sword energy surged. Song Renfeng made a second strike, but this sword still failed to stop Mo Lin's saber. He had to take a step back to avoid Mo Lin's saber.

Mo Lin's face was calm and unwavering, and when he succeeded with the knife, he let out a low growl in his heart. The Zangfeng knife took advantage of the momentum and danced a strange brilliance. When it cut again, there was a faint trembling and buzzing sound in the air.

"Dragon elephant armor-piercing stab!"

For this knife, Mo Lin used the armor-piercing knife formula of the Dragon Elephant Sword Book, but the power was stronger than before. It was clearly only one knife, but it seemed that dozens of sharp thorns pierced out at the same time, weaving into a dense sheet. An airtight knife net!
"how is this possible!"

Song Renfeng's pupils shrank sharply.

Mo Lin's knife was not only extremely sharp, but also flawless, perfect and impeccable.

The illusory sword light pulled the vitality of the world and fell on the face. As a strong martial artist who also comprehended the will of martial arts, Song Renfeng felt irresistible.

No, it's not that it can't resist, but it's that it's too late to release the soul essence to resist.

The timing of Mo Lin's saber strike was just at the moment when his previous strength had just retreated and his new strength had not been born.

This time is extremely short, so short that it can be ignored.

Because it is impossible for people who have not comprehended the will of martial arts to perceive it, and masters who have comprehended the will of martial arts will not be able to seize the opportunity even if they perceive it, and it is too late to make a move.

Merlin did it!
Song Renfeng didn't know if this was a coincidence.

Although his qi sword is powerful, it takes time to gather momentum for a powerful sword intent, and ordinary resistance is useless in the face of a middle-grade spiritual weapon hidden blade.

retreat!

Song Renfeng had no choice but to dodge again and backed away.

"Fashion!"

With a soft shout, Song Renfeng receded like a fallen leaf blown by the wind, like a floating ghost, avoiding Mo Lin's knife without making any sound.

However, Mo Lin seemed to have a premonition long ago. As soon as Song Renfeng's feet left the ground, his saber momentum surged again, and he stepped on the void step, heading straight down, and made another armor-piercing stab——

laugh……

A tearing sound that was barely audible came from the place where the blade glowed.

Song Renfeng looked down and saw a finger-long cut was cut on the robe on the left chest, and his face suddenly became ferocious.

Mo Lin, who was vulnerable before, almost hurt himself with three stabs in a row. If he hadn't dodged in time, the knife just now could have cut his heart!

An unprecedented sense of humiliation flooded Song Renfeng's heart.

He is a fourth-level martial artist in the Soul Origin Realm. Although he is not well-known, he is extremely talented, and he is one of the few outstanding members of the younger generation of the royal family.

Now, his clothes were cut by Mo Lin, who was only at the second level of the Soul Origin Realm. Even if the other party took advantage of the weapon, it was not something he could accept.

"It turned out to be a spiritual weapon. This is what you rely on? How ridiculous!"

Song Renfeng restrained his anger and tried his best to calm his voice. He would never admit that Mo Lin's understanding of martial arts will was higher than his own, so he could only attribute the reason for being forced to retreat to the Tibetan Fengdao, intending to maintain his face.

Mo Lin didn't pay attention to Song Renfeng's thoughts at all.

At this time, he was completely immersed in a strange feeling that arose in his soul when he drew the knife.

Every time he uses the knife, his spiritual consciousness will pour out with the knife intention.

The changes in the vitality of the surrounding world will also be transmitted to the depths of his soul more clearly, and the most direct impact of this clarity is-Song Renfeng's speed is slowing down!

"What is this? Is it the third layer of Wuji?"

Merlin didn't know.

He had never felt this way.

According to the description in the book, the third level of Dao Yi Wu Mo allows him to integrate his martial arts will into the vitality of heaven and earth within 30 meters around him.

But Mo Lin's perception range of the soul has not increased, but the acuity has soared rapidly, allowing him to clearly capture every detail of Song Renfeng's movements, even the subtle changes in the fluctuations of the soul in his body, can be sensed!
This strange feeling gave Mo Lin an indescribable sense of comfort and excitement, and even his blood boiled for it.

He knew that his sword intent was changing, and this change was different from any description in the book, but one thing was certain, that is, this was an opportunity, an opportunity.

At this moment, Mo Lin felt like a lump in his throat, unable to vomit.

He didn't even hear what Song Renfeng said, and he handed out the Zangfeng knife again, even faster than before!
"court death!"

Song Renfeng let out a roar, and the sense of danger in his heart was actually stronger than before. He flipped his wrist, and a crystal clear blue jade sword fell into the palm of his hand, and stabbed out with a sharp piercing sound.

When the swords meet, there is a sound of gold and stone colliding.

Song Renfeng's blue sword is also a spiritual weapon, the two of them split apart at the touch of a touch, each retreated half a step, the Zangfeng knife drew a half-moon-shaped arc, and handed it out again, the power was like a wave, one knife was faster than one knife, and one knife was stronger than One knife!

The real battle officially begins.

The sword is tumbling, the sword is flying, Mo Lin and Song Renfeng, you come and go, they are evenly matched, and they are evenly matched!
The surroundings fell into an eerie dead silence.

Everyone stared at the two people in the competition, even their breathing stopped, and they were shocked by Mo Lin's strength.

Today, Mo Lin's performance has exceeded most people's perception.

The clashing sounds of clanging and clear weapons were as dense as rain, and the two had exchanged more than 100 moves in a blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)