Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 429
Ye Hongzhuang is no ordinary strongman.

He is one level higher than Mo Lin in realm.

Today, he has already comprehended the second level of sword intent, and is only half a step away from the third level. The swordsmanship he practiced is called "Dielang Secret Sword". Sword Twilight, an ordinary third-level martial king could not hold on to a few tricks even when he met him.

But today his opponent is Mo Lin.

In terms of comprehension of martial arts will, Mo Lin, who has comprehended the triple sword intent, is still above him.

In terms of martial arts, Mo Lin's "Liuhe Sun Slash" is even better than his secret swordsmanship.

Compared with weapons, the sacred artifact Dragon Fang is no weaker than Twilight.

And the martial souls of both of them are prisoner dragon locks. Apart from the identical death coiling, the martial soul skills they comprehend also have their own advantages and disadvantages.

If you really want to compete, it is in the realm of cultivation.

Ye Hongzhuang is a third-level Martial King, Mo Lin is only a second-level, and he has a perfect pulse. The power of Mo Lin, who has formed the alchemy of the heavens, is no weaker than Ye Hongzhuang, and he has a true and false vision, and his powerful soul perception also makes up for the lack of speed. insufficient.

Compared with each other, the key to the final decision of the outcome lies in the soul essence in the two bodies.

consumption!
This was the thought that came to Mo Lin and Ye Hongzhuang's mind at the same time.

Ye Hongzhuang believed that Mo Lin, who had experienced repeated battles and was seriously injured, would not be able to last long in such a fierce head-to-head confrontation.

Mo Lin was covered in blood, and the wound on his chest and back would overflow with blood every time he collided with him, and he had accumulated a lot of energy to wait for work. As long as Mo Lin showed any signs of retreating and exhausted, the last killing move in his secret sword would be ready to kill. will deliver.

Mo Lin's thoughts coincided with Ye Hongzhuang's.

He is also wasting.

In terms of the abundance of soul energy in his body, he has never been convinced by anyone. Ye Hongzhuang is a third-level martial king, and he will not play the last card until the soul energy is exhausted.

Back then, when Mo Lin hadn't awakened his martial soul, there was a question that puzzled him for a long time.

That's why martial arts masters always save the most powerful killing move for the last when they confront others.

Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to end the battle with the strongest blow as soon as you make a move?
Later, Mo Lin gradually understood the truth.

The reason is very simple. If you don't know the strength of the enemy and yourself, if you use the ultimate move rashly, the chance of missing will be doubled, and the ultimate move may no longer be a ultimate move. Otherwise, we have to guard against whether the opponent has a backhand.

Another reason is that it takes a process of accumulating strength to cast a powerful ultimate move.

Just like running a race, the early run-up is essential. No one can display the strongest combat power in an instant. This process may be very short, but for martial arts masters, a lot can be done in the blink of an eye. matter.

Finally, and the most important reason is that powerful killer moves often leave no way out, once they miss, they will inevitably show their flaws, and if the opponent seizes the opportunity to counterattack, it is very likely that they will die.

Ye Hongzhuang was a third-level Martial King, and she was able to reach such a terrifying cultivation level before the age of 30, needless to say her talent.

In any family, such talent and strength would definitely be the core protection object of the entire family. He said that he would become the patriarch of the Ye family in the future, and Mo Lin had no doubts at all.

Time passed slowly.

it's getting dark.

However, the Ye family was full of light. It was as if two suns had been lit in the small courtyard. The figures of Mo Lin and Ye Hongzhuang had long since disappeared.

All the flowers and plants in the courtyard have been cut down.

The broken petals, branches and leaves were twisted into powder by the raging wind and dissipated in the air, revealing the bare ground with ravines interlaced.

The three Ye Tunjing on the top floor of the fifth floor had stood up without knowing why.

Everyone couldn't hide the horror on their faces.

Mo Lin's toughness exceeded everyone's expectations.

Originally in Ye Tunjing's imagination, Ye Hongzhuang could kill Mo Lin with no more than twenty moves at most, but now he has fought thousands of moves, and Mo Lin did not show the slightest sign of exhaustion.

"Brother, stop it."

For the eighth time, Ye Tunyan asked Ye Tunjing to stop the bloody battle in the courtyard.

"To shut up!"

Ye Tunjing roared, "The stronger Mo Lin is, the more damned he is!"

"How do you know it won't be Ye Hongzhuang who died? He is the future of the Ye family!"

Ye Tunyan was also anxious, and asked loudly.

"Joke, don't forget what kind of exercise Hong Zhuang is practicing, will he die?"

Ye Tunjing sniffed and sneered, with a look of disdain.

At this time, hurried footsteps sounded, and Ye Qinghu stumbled in.

"Patriarch, it's not good, Ye Qingxuan injured Tsing Yiwei and ran out of the Star Observation Pavilion."

"what!"

Ye Tunjing's complexion changed, and just as he was about to speak out, Ye Qinghu hurriedly said: "These years, she has been hiding her cultivation. In five years, she, she has actually been promoted to the third-level Martial King! Patriarch, Ye Qingxuan is Level [-] Martial King!"

Ye Tunjing was stunned.

……

……

In the clouds above the Ye family at an altitude of [-] meters.

Ye Qingxuan, in a fluttering dress, stepped on the flowing clouds, looking down at her feet like a fairy in nine days.

In the depths of her eyes, she could clearly see two flickering figures flickering like ghosts.

Ye Qingxuan, who was nearly forty years old this year but only had a face in his twenties, stared at one of the figures covered in blood, with a loving smile on the corner of his mouth.

A violent roar shot up into the sky, and the two people in the battle quickly separated after a violent collision.

"It's time to end."

Ye Hongzhuang's face was indifferent, the clothes on his body were covered with large and small rips, his chest was already stained red with blood, and he had fought thousands of moves in a row, the soul essence in Mo Lin's body was like a surging river, endless, in the process of letting While Ye Hongzhuang was shocked, she also lost the patience to keep going.

"What? Can't afford it?"

Mo Lin, who had seen through Ye Hongzhuang's thoughts long ago, tilted his head and smiled evilly. He clearly felt that the soul energy in Ye Hongzhuang's body was running low. The strong move, Fenyang Slash, came to a showdown.

Ye Hongzhuang, who had suffered more than 30 stab wounds on her body, let out a smirk, the breath in her body suddenly shrank and condensed on the sword body, her feet stepped strangely, her body was split into two, and above her head, four prisoner dragon locks burst out of the air, like water Jiaolong smashed to the top of Mo Lin's head.

Mo Lin's eyes were gloomy, Prisoner Longsuo broke out and entangled Ye Hongzhuang's martial spirit. However, to his surprise, just as his Prisoner Longsuo touched Ye Hongzhuang's martial spirit, it suddenly exploded and was captured Smash it!

"mean!"

The vitality of heaven and earth trembled violently. Mo Lin saw the prisoner dragon lock shatter instantly, and two thumb-sized beads exploded in mid-air. Although he didn't know what it was, Mo Lin knew it must be some kind of unknown powerful force. The magic weapon, this Ye Hongzhuang, has actually secretly used the magic weapon!
(End of this chapter)