Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 142 Fighting the Fourth Level Martial Artist

Song Renfeng looked at Mo Lin indifferently, with cold eyes and contempt on his face.

He didn't continue to shoot. After saying this, he raised his right hand and shouted loudly: "Bowman!"

"exist!"

Thousands of elite soldiers from the palace responded in unison, and the voices shook the sky.

"Prepare!"

Ka Ka Ka, amidst the sound of rapid metal collisions, bows and crossbows were pulled into a full moon, and tens of thousands of sharp arrows aimed at Mo Lin's back.

The disciples of the Unfeeling Sect were in chaos.

After Ouyang Xueqing handed over the map, these people breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that their lives were saved.

Seeing Song Renfeng suddenly turn his face now, many people were shocked and felt the threat of death again.

Song Renfeng laughed loudly, he was very proud of the panic of the disciples of the Heartless Sect.

"Mo Lin, did you hear that? Did you see it! As long as I give an order, thousands of arrows will be fired, and I don't know how many people will die in my single thought. Your life and death are under my control. A [-] army, yes! I obey my orders, in terms of strength, you are inferior to me, in terms of power, you are not even qualified to carry my shoes, tell me, what qualifications do you have to own Mu Yao!" His eyes fell on Mu Yao, "Yao Yao, this What kind of waste is better than me, tell me!"

"Song Renfeng, you are so shameless!"

Song Renfeng's humiliation to Mo Lin aroused Mu Yao's anger, she stepped forward, pointed at Song Renfeng and cursed loudly.

"You were born in the imperial city, and you are the young master of the palace. You have never lacked famous teachers and cultivation resources around you. You have been carefully cultivated by the royal family since you were a child, and this is how you have achieved today. Don't forget, Mo Lin is just a village of the Mo family. An ordinary civilian who wants soul stones but no soul stones, pills but no pills, in order to hunt more monsters, runs around in the deep mountains and dense forests every day. Everything he owns is entirely obtained by his own hard work. , and you? What you wear on your body, what you wear on your hands, and what you hang around your waist, which one is obtained by your own efforts? Relying on the practice of a set of low-level martial arts at the earth level, you are defiant. How shameless are you to bully a second-level martial artist?"

"Also, don't forget that you are 19 years old this year, and Mo Lin is only 16 years old, three years younger than you! And what was your strength when you were 16 years old? I'm afraid you haven't entered the soul element yet. Let's go!"

"As for your so-called power, is it yours? If you were not lucky enough to be born in the Song family, who would listen to your orders! What they fear is the Song family, the royal family, His Majesty the Emperor and your father, Not you!"

Song Renfeng's face turned pale after hearing Mu Yao's scolding.

In front of tens of thousands of people, this is slapping him.

However, as the second generation of officials, he has his own theories and opinions. It is indeed his luck to be born in the Song family, but who dares to say that luck is not a part of strength?
"Yaoyao, what's the use of saying so much? No matter how I got my cultivation, no matter who gave me my power, the fact before you is that I can control tens of thousands of people. Life and death, including this trash by your side!"

Song Renfeng was right, his cultivation base was higher than Mo Lin's, and his strength was stronger than Mo Lin's. As long as he killed Mo Lin, no matter how talented he was, he would be nothing more than a handful of loess after becoming a dead person.

Mu Yao's face turned red, she scolded happily, but she had to admit that if Song Renfeng really wanted to kill Mo Lin, then he would have to die, because what he did today was too eye-catching, and he had already forced himself to dead end.

"Control my life and death? I don't believe it."

Just when Mu Yao was gnashing her teeth angrily but didn't know how to save her, Mo Lin wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and let out a sound slowly.

"Merlin!"

"Brother, what are you going to do, you can't die."

"Mo Lin, if we want to go together, we will fight him!"

Li Yaxian, Tang Xiaobao, and Kunshan had already come to Mo Lin's side, and they hurriedly tried to dissuade him when they heard his voice.

Mo Lin waved his hand and signaled them to step back. Although they were worried, they all knew his character, so they took two steps back.

"It's only a fourth-level martial artist. I thought you were so strong."

Mo Lin glanced at Mu Yao, "Don't you hide away?"

"you……"

"If you want to be my daughter-in-law of the Mo family, the first thing is to be obedient."

"..."

Mu Yao didn't come up in one breath and was almost suffocated. When was the time, this guy actually wanted to tease herself, but when he saw the calmness and indifference in Mo Lin's eyes, he said, "Who will do you?" The daughter-in-law swallowed it again.

"be careful."

After exhorting in a low voice, Mu Yao lowered her head and retreated to the side, her appearance was quite similar to that of a young daughter-in-law.

"Since you are a hero, I will fulfill you!"

Song Renfeng stared at Mo Lin coldly. If eyes could kill, Mo Lin would have been killed hundreds of times.

He also heard what Mo Lin said just now, the two were flirting in front of him, and Song Renfeng's lungs were about to explode.

He and Mu Yao have known each other for many years, and he has never seen her show any intimacy in front of him. At this moment, what he wants to do the most is to trample Mo Lin under his feet so that Mu Yao can see it. In front of him, he is not even as good as a dog.

Needless to say.

Song Renfeng was already furious.

Powerful sword energy surged out of him.

He is the owner of the sword martial soul, and when the martial soul was awakened, he comprehended the meaning of the sword, which can be described as an extraordinary talent.

He has incomparable confidence in the sword. Two years ago, his father, Song Yuanbiao, won a local low-grade martial art "Qi Sword Art" from the imperial capital at a high price. With a single swing, you can kill people with an air sword, which is extremely powerful.

"cut!"

Song Renfeng stood proudly, and with a wave of his palm, a powerful sword gang shot out, turning into a translucent sword light and stabbing at Mo Lin.

In this sword, Song Renfeng did not use any martial skills, but used the sword intent to control the vitality and attack.

"break."

Mo Lin's body was as motionless as a mountain, his cold iron knife had been destroyed, and only the hilt was left in his hand. Seeing the stabbing sword, he didn't use the hidden blade, but pointed forward with the hand holding the hilt Swinging it out, he slashed with the same movement as Song Renfeng.

click!
With a dull sound of explosion, the sword gang dissipated and turned into the invisible vitality of heaven and earth again, but most of the shadow of the knife at Mo Lin's slash remained, and continued to fly towards Song Renfeng.

This is a duel of martial arts will, only one move, and the judgment will be decided.

Obviously, Song Renfeng is not as good as Mo Lin in controlling and comprehending the will of martial arts!
Song Renfeng's expression changed, and he waved away Mo Lin's blade. Just as he was about to continue his attack, his eyes suddenly shrank, and a bright blade glow illuminated his pupils.

Hidden blade, unsheathed!
(End of this chapter)