Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 130 No one dares to fight

The wild wolf approached quickly, and the bloody saber slashed down. Mo Lin's mind turned, and the second green vine suddenly released, turned into a shield, and smashed hard towards his face. At the same time, the cold iron in his hand With the knife art of piercing armor and stabbing, the knife cut out horizontally.

"what!"

"careful!"

Seeing Mo Lin's knife, the faces of the people in Kunshan changed greatly, because they had already seen that Mo Lin's speed was not as fast as that of the wolf, and the blood knife would be cut on him before Mo Lin hit the wolf!

However, before their screams dissipated, Mo Lin on the stage suddenly slipped his footsteps, his body twirled, and when the blood knife was about to hit his body, he wiped the blade and dodged, and his ivy shield also smashed On the face of the wolf!
chi chi chi...

Several high-pitched, low-pitched tearing sounds sounded almost simultaneously, and Mo Lin and Dire Wolf passed by.

Only a few people saw clearly that at the moment when the two of them rubbed shoulders, Mo Lin tapped the wolf's chest and lower abdomen with the tip of his knife at a very fast speed. When he came behind the wolf, Han The iron knife dragged a silver-white streak and slashed at his neck.

"you lose!"

Mo Lin's deep cold drink became the only voice at the bottom of the valley.

The mad wolf's face was covered in blood, his nose bone had been broken by the ivy shield, and the blood flowed wildly from his nostrils. This kind of injury was nothing to the mad wolf who had used the martial soul skill to bloodthirsty, but However, he maintained the posture of holding a knife and slashing, not daring to move.

Dire Wolf was fierce and tough when fighting people, and he would fight for his life at every turn, which made him famous. However, just now, he clearly felt the powerlessness when death came.

Not to mention the two knives that almost pierced his heart, and the four blood holes in the Qihai Sea that could abolish his cultivation just a little deeper, only the cold iron knife on the neck came. The biting coldness made him break out in a cold sweat.

Cold sweat is related to death, but more is puzzled.

"why?"

The bloody knife in the wolf's hand hangs down feebly. He glanced at the iron knife on his neck. The sharp blade is facing outwards. The cold back of the knife clings to the flesh of his neck, leaving a scar that quickly turns purple. , If it wasn't for the back of the knife, this knife would have cut off his neck. Obviously, Mo Lin was merciful and didn't want to kill him.

Sensing the rapidly fading fighting spirit from Dire Wolf, Mo Lin put away his iron knife and said calmly, "I only kill traitors."

……

……

The mad wolf was defeated, and the top ten masters in the inner sect were defeated by Mo Lin.

The people around were still in shock and did not wake up. Mo Lin looked around, and his eyes finally stayed on the team of the top [-] masters.

"Who else, who else wants to fight on behalf of He Shou Wu!"

The indifferent voice was devoid of any emotion, just like Mo Lin's cold eyes at this moment.

The top 1 disciples all lowered their heads, they were already overwhelmed by Mo Lin's astonishing performance just now. Even though many people were salivating over the [-] yuan soul stone, none of them wanted to humiliate themselves, because they had already seen Come out, even in the face of a master like Dire Wolf, Mo Lin seems to have reservations!
"Unexpectedly, the Unfeeling Sect still has such a genius. If I can't use it for me, I will destroy him today. I must not watch him grow up."

Song Yuanbiao already knew Mo Lin's name, looking at the not-so-tall figure on the Rueqing Stage at the bottom of the valley, he thought to himself.

The suzerain masters of the three major sects were also attracted by Mo Lin's performance, each of them had a small calculation in their hearts, and every detail of Mo Lin's final victory over the wolf did not escape their eyes. The shield blocked the sight of the wolf, avoided the attack of the blood knife with the void step, and stabbed several times with the advantage of speed. Of course, there was an element of trickery in it, but the amazing fighting skills he showed far surpassed that of ordinary martial artists. It's talent!
What other people think, Mo Lin doesn't know, what he wants to do most right now is to fight Polygonum multiflorum, and avenge Tang Xiaobao's revenge.

Of course, before that, he still needs to thoroughly wipe out those thugs who dare to stand up for Polygonum multiflorum. Ten thousand soul stones is not a small amount, and it is not shameful to fight for money. Mo Lin was moved.

However, none of the top [-] insiders responded, not even the five people ranked ahead of Dire Wolf.

These people are not fools. Although money is important, life is more important. Even the mad wolf was defeated by Mo Lin. They are not much better than this madman. Although Mo Lin was merciful and did not kill the mad wolf, who can guarantee that he will not Want to kill yourself?
More importantly, they haven't seen Mo Lin's strength so far, and they don't know how many cards he has. The calm expression on that heroic face gives people an unfathomable feeling. With Lin's voice, everyone turned their attention to Polygonum multiflorum, the meaning in their eyes was obvious, only the top expert in the inner sect could suppress this dark horse that had suddenly risen.

"Today's Zongmen Grand Competition seems to be a performance by Mo Lin alone."

The second elder muttered to himself, with a slight smile in his eyes, and the surrounding elders felt the same way, and looked at Mo Lin with admiration.

They had a good impression of Mo Lin, although it had something to do with his talent and strength, but it was more about his attitude and determination to kill the four traitors.

"Kill what should be killed, and don't kill what should not be killed. This is a natural talent for generals. If this son can manage the sect in the future, I don't know what the situation will be like for the Unfeeling Sect. At least, it will be much stronger and more prosperous than it is now .”

As the suzerain, Huangfutian thought more and further than others, and kept savoring the words Mo Lin said when he let the wolf go.

"It's just that he is still young and energetic after all. After a series of battles, he actually wants to challenge Polygonum multiflorum. He is a little proud."

Obviously, Huangfutian was not optimistic about Mo Lin.

Sensing the eyes of people around him, He Shouwu narrowed his eyes again. He didn't hurry to get out of the crowd, he looked left and right first, and then moved slowly after making sure that no one was coming out.

Today's Molin shines brilliantly.

His every glory and applause is based on trampling the dignity of Polygonum multiflorum.

Whether it was Na Tong who came to the stage to yell and curse, or killing the four Zheng Ming, and then defeating the mad wolf, it was like a series of resounding slaps on the face of Polygonum multiflorum, and all of these were just because of him I slapped that little fat man!
In the eyes of Polygonum multiflorum, Mo Lin is not much better than the humble ants.

But this ant, which he thought he could crush with a single finger, is rapidly becoming stronger at an unimaginable speed. Now, in the entire inner sect, no one dares to fight him.

"He Shou Wu, why are you dawdling? Could it be that you are afraid!"

Mo Lin stared at the dawdling Polygonum multiflorum with disdainful eyes, and said sarcastically.

"..."

Polygonum multiflorum has an urge to hit the wall, and every time Mo Lin says something that is completely beyond his expectations, every time he utters it can arouse his urge to kill, but he just doesn't know how to refute it.

(End of this chapter)