Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 114 Sword Intent

"Is this your all-out attack?"

The smile on the corner of Mo Lin's mouth was even stronger. He didn't dodge or give in, but took a step towards Xu Bin's martial spirit. The moment his footsteps fell, a circle of soul energy visible to the naked eye rippled out, surrounding him The vitality of heaven and earth seemed to feel some kind of invisible call, and it turned into a series of air blades visible to the naked eye and rushed towards Xu Bin, even the sword energy he issued was also rolled out!

"how so!"

Xu Bin was the first to bear the brunt, he felt an irresistible pressure rolling down, the soul element in his body vibrated uncontrollably, the silver-white sword martial soul trembled unceasingly, as if it would collapse and dissipate at any time!
Not only that, but he found that he seemed to be suddenly in a cage of knives, up, down, left, right, and in all directions, there were countless invisible sharp knives ready to pierce his body at any time, making him unable to hide, impossible to avoid, just... Can helplessly sit and wait!
This feeling is desperate and crazy, but there is nothing you can do, just like an ant looking at an elephant that is about to be crushed on it, any resistance seems futile and powerless.

"This, this is the sword intent!"

There was a scream from the crowd. At this moment, Mo Lin hadn't pulled out his sword, but the surrounding space was already like a forest of sword shadows. The phantom shadows of swords condensed by the vitality of heaven and earth were refracted by the sunlight like waves rippling on the surface of a lake. Glittering and intertwined like sparkling light.

Yes, before the sword comes out, the intent comes first, and Mo Lin used the saber intent.

At this time, he has merged with the surrounding world, and the vitality of the world within a radius of ten meters has been used by him. No matter how powerful Xu Bin's attack is, it cannot be stronger than the damage reflected by the soul refining bell. The bell Molin can ring, that's 64 times the power rebound, the soul refining cliff experience, Molin's biggest gain is to comprehend the sword intent, master the control and use of power, he was only an eighth-level warrior at that time, now he has He is a second-level martial artist, and his strength has increased by more than dozens of times!
"My God, how is it possible! He is an outer disciple, no matter how strong he is, he is at most a first-level martial artist, and he has actually comprehended the sword intent. What a terrifying talent!"

"No wonder he was able to escape from the mouth of the demon snake, and he has such a terrible hole card."

"No wonder the two guardians came out for him, that's why."

The crowd erupted at this moment, and all doubts were answered. Those female disciples looked at Mo Lin with admiration and fascination in their eyes, while many male disciples looked envious, and some showed jealous expressions. turned into awe.

Most of the disciples have heard about the meaning of the sword, but they only have a half-knowledge, and some even think that it is just something imagined by the strong martial arts, after all, they have never seen it with their own eyes.

Now, they finally met.

"What a shame."

Huangfutian already knew that Mo Lin was the sect genius who rang the seven soul-refining bells, and he felt a little guilty because he thought of the scene when Xiao Aotian came to the heartless sect last year. Aunt Su stopped him in time, and Mo Lin probably died in Zhao Tianya's hands.

"Such a genius is really the luck of my sect. I believe that it won't be long before the Yunlan Kingdom's seven great talents will definitely have a place in the Unfeeling Sect."

Huangfutian was happy in his heart, but Zhao Jinghong beside him had a gloomy expression, his brows were tightly furrowed, and the gloom in his eyes became more intense.

"It's no wonder that those two old things have been protecting him again and again. The root cause is here! This kid has comprehended the sword intent at a young age. With such a talent, there are not many people who can do it in the entire Yunlan Kingdom. Unfortunately, If you offend someone who shouldn't be offended, then you will only die!"

Zhao Jinghong gritted his teeth secretly. Huangfutian withdrew his status as the head of the punishment hall, and lost all face. The culprit was Mo Lin. He would never let a guy with such amazing talent grow up under his nose.

Among the crowd at the bottom of the valley, Kun Shan had a simple and honest face, and grinned as he looked at Mo Lin, who was bathed in the sword intent: "There are always unexpected surprises in this guy."

Facing Mo Lin who was pulling him further and further away, Kunshan didn't feel jealous at all, and could only be happy for him.

Tang Xiaobao frowned, not understanding what the sword intent meant, but seeing the reaction of the people around him seemed to be quite powerful, he immediately danced and clapped happily.

Su Lin on the side smiled like a flower, but she was happy, but there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes. Mo Lin's strength made her feel inferior.

The seventh prince squinted his eyes, his handsome face was full of dignity, and he muttered: "No wonder he refused to join our Evil Dragon Empire. The position of the right general is indeed too low. With his strength, he can completely protect the country." Lord..."

For the first time, Mu Yao stared at Mo Lin with a dignified and shocking expression, but the expression on her face darkened unknowingly, and she murmured self-deprecatingly: "This bastard, how lucky is he? After comprehending the sword intent, do I still have any hope of revenge?"

Mu Yao is very confident about her talent. She never feels that she is inferior to anyone else. She has never been convinced even the top ten geniuses among inner sect and inheritance disciples. She believes that as long as she works hard, sooner or later she will succeed. One point would surpass them, but in front of Mo Lin, she lost all confidence and pride, because sword intent has nothing to do with hard work, it only depends on talent and understanding.

On the unfeeling stage, Xu Bin's face was as pale as paper, and his sweat was profuse.

He maintained the posture of raising the sword and stabbing, but his body froze on the spot as if frozen.

Xu Bin didn't dare to move.

He didn't dare to move forward, didn't dare to withdraw his sword, and even his heartbeat slowed down a beat.

Because he could clearly feel that if he made any movement, Mo Lin would strike the knife, and the invisible and ubiquitous knife intent around his body would instantly tear him to pieces!
Facing the inescapable, inescapable, ubiquitous saber intent, Xu Bin has no will to fight, only a kind of fear that emerges when facing death is constantly disintegrating his will.

"Just you, still want to kill me?"

Mo Lin held the handle of the knife, and his body was as still as a mountain. This was the first time he used the double-layered non-moment, one kill in ten steps, and every step was killed. Xu Bin, who was unexpectedly suppressed by the first-level strength of the Soul Yuan, became bowed and waited to be slaughtered. lamb.

"I, I admit defeat, I will give you the position of inner disciple."

Facing the threat of death, Xu Bin's face was ashen, and he conceded with difficulty. Every time he said a word, he felt as if he was slapped in the face, and his face was burning with pain. Bow your head and admit defeat with half a move, this shame and humiliation will definitely be carried for a lifetime.

Recalling the arrogance and arrogance when he swung the sword outside the woods, Xu Bin smiled bitterly to himself. In just a few short months, the humiliation had doubled on him. He secretly made up his mind that after this competition, You must concentrate on practicing, and never waste your time again.

It's just that it's too late to regret it now.

(End of this chapter)