Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 188 Lore
The madness of a sixth-level martial artist is terrifying.

What's more, Long Fei is still the top powerhouse in the sixth level, and ordinary seventh-level martial artists are not his opponents.

Mo Lin's sword intention inevitably showed holes under the opponent's onslaught, his clothes were gradually riddled with holes from the raging punches, blood soon stained his whole body red.

But the fighting spirit in Mo Lin's eyes became stronger, and he used another move of Starry Sky Slash. With the help of the light of stars all over the sky, Mo Lin launched a counterattack.

He no longer dodges, no longer retreats, the soul essence pours into his arms along the twelve meridians, every time he hits with all his strength, a sound of crystal shattering comes from behind Long Fei—his protective mask is broken Cut a crack!
Mo Lin's blood-red eyes lit up instantly, the machete was raised in mid-air and slashed down, Long Fei's black rapier went up to meet, the swords collided, the huge force shook the two's arms numb, their weapons At the same time flew out.

"Without the sword, let me see how your sword will be displayed!"

Turning around and punching the clone, Long Fei's fist descended on Mo Lin again.

boom!
Mo Lin crossed his arms across his chest, blocking Long Fei's full blow, but the clothes on his arms were shattered, revealing a pair of dark purple wristbands on his arms and two black and white bracelets on his hands. finger blade.

"Who said you can't break through your defense without sword intent?"

Pom Pom Pom...

Mo Lin's fists with finger blades left a series of afterimages in the air, and violently bombarded Long Fei at a speed of nearly a hundred punches per second.

Long Fei was shaken back again and again, his blood surged with the shock of the fist containing the iron handprint of the Great Perfection Realm, and the remaining soul essence could no longer run stably, and even the fist intent could not be condensed.

With a shattering sound, the protective mask shattered, and Mo Lin punched Long Fei in the stomach, blasting him into the air, and the mirror image clone beside him felt Mo Lin's killing intent and jumped. Then, he grabbed the clothes on Long Fei's chest, pierced his body with the machete condensed by the Yin-Yang martial spirit in his hand, and stabbed him several times in an instant. After landing, Long Fei's nose and mouth were bloody, and he struggled a few times... ...and die.

……

A feeling of weakness as if his body was being hollowed out made Mo Lin almost slump on the ground.

His arms were already sore and numb due to the overloaded contraction and expansion of his muscles. If Long Fei's protective cover were stronger, his arms would probably damage his meridians due to loss of strength. This kind of high-intensity violent attack made Mo Lin Aware of a problem - his body is too fragile.

It's not time to rest yet.

Zhao Qiang was hunted down by three fifth-level martial artists, and his life and death were unknown. Every second of delay made him more dangerous.

Mo Lin, the 58-jin machete, could no longer lift it up. He used Void Step and chased in the direction Zhao Qiang left.

Mo Lin walked away in a hurry, and forgot to give the mirror image clone the command to follow, and the others disappeared, but the clone still stood there dumbfounded.

As the distance between the two got farther and farther away, the slightly dull eyes of the avatar gradually burst into a bright light. When the distance between the two exceeded a thousand meters, the avatar trembled all over, no longer staring at the direction Mo Lin left, but He set his sights on Long Fei's body, and then walked over slowly.

Coming to the side of Long Fei's body, the clone tilted its head, stared at him for a second, then suddenly opened its mouth and took a breath towards it.

A strange scene appeared.

A trace of blue-green fluorescence suddenly flew out of Long Fei's body, and quickly got into the clone's mouth and entered his body.

As the fluorescence faded away, Long Fei's body began to lose blood rapidly, shriveled up, and turned into a mummy in an instant. Then, the mummy shattered silently, and quickly turned into a cloud of dust. A gust of wind blew past, and the ashes disappeared, except for the storage on the ground. There are no more traces left except for the bag and a few ragged clothes riddled with holes.

After absorbing the fluorescence in Long Fei's body, the clone walked towards another corpse...

……

Zhao Qiang leaned against a big tree, supported his body with a big gun, and panted heavily.

His body was covered with large and small wounds. A knife wound on his lower abdomen had opened the belly, and the internal organs inside could be vaguely seen. If the wound hadn't been blocked with his hands, the intestines would have flowed out a long time ago.

"Come on, kill me, come kill me! You bastards from Xiaoyao Shengyuan!"

Zhao Qiang's face was ferocious, the flesh on his face was twitching non-stop, but there was a beast-like bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

In the grass in the front left, a killer fell to the ground, a hole the size of a fist in his chest was spraying plasma continuously, his eyes were slack, and he had already lost his vitality.

Beside a rock on the right, another killer had his left arm severed, his right hand was covering his left rib, blood was continuously flowing out from between his fingers, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was full of pain, he was obviously passed out past.

The least injured is the No.3 killer.

A large piece of flesh was picked off his shoulders and chest, and one of his ears fell off. Most of his face was covered in blood, like a demon crawling out of a pool of blood, with blood dripping from the dagger in his hand.

Just now, at the price of one ear, he cut open Zhao Qiang's stomach and gave him a fatal blow.

The killer could see that Zhao Qiang had completely lost the power to resist, as long as he walked over by himself, he could easily end his life.

But he didn't dare.

Zhao Qiang's fierce and desperate way just now deeply shocked him.

Under the siege of his three fifth-level martial artists, he actually killed one person, seriously injured another, and left him with several deep wounds, you know, this guy is only a fourth-level martial artist!
"Grandson, why are you hesitating? Are you afraid! Come! Come kill me!"

Zhao Qiang hissed and roared, his soul energy and physical strength had already been exhausted, and he was able to sustain himself without falling down with a single breath. He was able to kill under the siege of three elite killers who were one level higher than himself. A good record, if he could return to the academy, would be enough to brag about in front of others, but right now he knew that he was going to die, even if the killer didn't come to kill him, it wouldn't take long before he would bleed to death.

Zhao Qiang's consciousness became more and more blurred, and his eyes could no longer see clearly. He leaned against the tree, slowly sat down and slid down, the screams in his mouth became smaller and smaller, and finally fell to the ground, and the hands covering his stomach were useless. It was loosened, and blood gushed out from the wound.

The killer on the opposite side swallowed his saliva, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, looked at Zhao Qiang on the ground, leaned over carefully, and after confirming that the other party had passed out, he raised the short sword in his hand fiercely and stabbed at Zhao Qiang. his chest.

Swish!
A bright light pierced into his chest the moment the killer dagger fell.

The killer's body froze instantly. Looking at the hilt of the knife in front of his chest, there was a trace of confusion in his eyes. He slowly raised his head. When he saw the figure not far away, his confusion gradually turned into panic. , the last thought before death came to my mind... why is he here?Where is the boss?
(End of this chapter)