Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 141 Song Renfeng's Sword

"Mo Lin, you were very handsome just now, but now, you actually used a woman as a shield, do you know the word shame!"

Mo Lin frowned, and sighed inwardly, this Mu Yao is really short-sighted, anyone who is not blind can tell that Song Renfeng likes her, she said that she likes herself in front of him, this is not saving people, isn't it Deliberately bring hatred to yourself.

The words that he likes himself came out in a hurry, so Mo Lin naturally wouldn't take it seriously, he took two steps forward, stood side by side with Mu Yao, and whispered, "Xiao Yaoyao, when did you start liking me?"

"I……"

Mu Yao was startled, and immediately realized her slip of the tongue, just about to speak, Mo Lin's voice came again.

"Actually, time is not important. The important thing is that I, Mo Lin, am a man. A man has to protect his own woman. How can I let you stand in front of me?"

As he spoke, Mo Lin grabbed Mu Yao's wrist and pulled her behind him.

Seeing Mu Yao being dragged away by Mo Lin without any resistance, the hatred in Song Renfeng's eyes grew stronger, and he vaguely heard what Mo Lin said just now.

"Your woman? What qualifications do you have to be Yaoyao's man! Mo Lin, I, Song Renfeng, challenge you as a martial artist, how dare you fight me!"

"Molin, don't agree!"

Mu Yao grabbed Mo Lin, and Mu Yao knew Song Renfeng's strength. He was much more terrifying than Polygonum multiflorum. After Mo Lin's repeated battles, the soul in his body must have been depleted. There is no chance, let alone now.

"Joke, am I afraid of you?"

Mo Lin sneered, broke away from Mu Yao's hand, walked forward a few steps, and came to the opposite of Song Renfeng.

Song Renfeng is the son of Song Yuanbiao, he looks less than 20 years old, no matter how talented he is, he is still easier to deal with than his father, if he can find a chance to capture Song Renfeng alive, and threaten Song Yuanbiao to retreat with his life, it may or may not be a solution.

"Since you want to court death, then I will fulfill you!"

Song Renfeng sneered, and a violent sword energy suddenly bloomed around his body, spreading like ripples of water.

There was a tearing sound from the surrounding space, and the dust on the ground moved without wind, setting off a soundless air wave, and countless small swords condensed with dust could be vaguely seen making real silky sounds.

"It's Sword Intent!"

Seeing this scene, the pupils of the surrounding audience constricted, their breathing stopped suddenly, and some people even missed a heartbeat.

Song Renfeng, like Mo Lin He Shou Wu, also comprehended the will of martial arts and mastered the will of the sword!

Compared with Mo Lin's sword intent, Song Renfeng's sword intent was sharper and more tyrannical, and the aura he exuded was like a torrent, violent and unstoppable.

Mo Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, the hand holding the knife suddenly tightened, the sharp and majestic knife intent rolled out, the space around him twisted rapidly, and countless slender snow-white knife shadows flashed.

"Mo Lin, today my young master will let you see what is the true martial arts will!"

Song Renfeng didn't draw the sword, but he stretched out his right hand and grabbed it forward, the surrounding dust and mist rolled wildly and gathered towards his palm, forming a three-meter-long giant dust sword in a blink of an eye, and the sword glowed coldly , as in substance.

"It's condensing gas into a sword!"

Many people around screamed in shock.

Condensing energy into a sword, this is a great supernatural power that only the strong in the martial arts realm can comprehend. Unexpectedly, Song Renfeng's cultivation base is so terrifying at such a young age, reaching the realm of a master!
Mo Lin frowned slightly. He didn't make the first move, but just wanted to wait and see what Song Renfeng had to rely on. When he saw the Dust Sword in his hand, his heart sank suddenly, but his eyes lit up.

"No, this is not condensing Qi into a sword!"

Mo Lin had never seen a master who really understood how to condense Qi into a sword, but he could feel the strength of Song Renfeng's sword. Although the sword had a strong aura, it was far inferior to the momentum of the strong Wu Zong.

"This should be a powerful sword technique, is it Qi sword technique?"

Song Renfeng didn't have too much time for Mo Lin to think about it. As soon as the dust sword in his hand was condensed into shape, he took a deep breath, let out a low growl, and the huge dust sword slashed out with thunderous power.

At this moment, the situation changed, the sky and the earth became dark, and the whole world seemed to be annihilated by this sword.

Cracks in the space that were visible to the naked eye split apart like spider webs, and where the sword passed, a pale and empty path of the sword was left behind.

The sharp sword light stung Mo Lin's eyes, his eyes narrowed into a line, the world in front of him quickly dimmed, but his knife was bright.

A dazzling brilliance bloomed from the cold iron knife.

The raging knife gang ruthlessly rose and rolled.

Within a radius of five meters, the vitality of heaven and earth controlled by the sword intent turned into a matchless wave of swords, which was shot fiercely!

"Dragon elephant armor-piercing stab!"

boom!
When the swords collided, there was a roar like thunder.

The three-meter-long dust sword is like an exploding firework, splashing countless tiny dust flowers in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into nothingness and returned to the space between heaven and earth.

Looking at the cold iron knife in Mo Lin's hand, it was broken into pieces under the violent collision, turning into pieces of iron filings and falling to the ground.

"So strong!"

With a muffled snort, Mo Lin felt a majestic pressure hitting his body like a mountain, shaking his blood and vigor, his ears roared, he stepped back several steps, his throat was sweet, and a line of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth .

The clothes on Mo Lin's body were riddled with holes from being pierced by the sword energy. Beads of blood flowed out from the wounds under the clothes, and soon drenched his whole body.

"Merlin!"

"Brother!"

Several exclamations resounded from the crowd, Li Yaxian, Tang Xiaobao, and Kun Shan rushed out, but the one who rushed to Mo Lin's side first was Mu Yao who was closest to him.

"How are you doing."

Mu Yao's face was pale, looking at the dense wounds on Mo Lin's body, she felt a twinge of pain in her heart, and for the first time there was concern and anxiety in her beautiful eyes.

"I'm fine."

Mo Lin shook his head. Although he looked embarrassed in the collision just now, it was all skin wounds, not any vital muscles or bones.

The moment the swords collided, he had a faint realization, as if something flashed in his mind.

"As expected of a child of the royal family, he is about the same age as Polygonum multiflorum, but his strength is too strong. No wonder the Song family was able to dominate Yunlan and become the lord of a country. The strength of his background is evident."

Not only the members of the Unfeeling Sect, but even the masters of the three major sects were secretly shocked when they saw this scene.

As expected, the royal family is full of geniuses. A not-so-famous Song Renfeng has such terrifying cultivation bases. The strength of those princes and grandchildren can be imagined.

"See, you can't even take my sword, so what qualifications do you have to fight with me! What qualifications do you have to compete with me for women!"

(End of this chapter)