Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 196

call!
Before the fire dragon arrived, Mo Lin first felt a monstrous heat wave rushing towards him. The soul essence in his body gushed out instinctively, forming a layer of soul essence shield on the surface of his body.

"Lin Mo, hide quickly, this is Longyan Palm!"

Not far away, Chen Ke'er's face changed, and he hurriedly reminded loudly.

Mo Lin could naturally feel the horror of Wang Yuan's palm, and dodging is undoubtedly the best way to deal with it, but seeing the ferocious expression on Wang Yuan's face that he wished to kill him with a palm, he felt a sense of hostility in his heart.

"Damn, I really think I'm afraid of you."

"Dragon elephant strikes the sky!"

A cluster of bright blade lights bloomed like fireworks, and the machete in Mo Lin's hand turned into a silver-white dragon-head phantom, which slammed into it fiercely.

boom!
The fire dragon and the silver dragon collided together, and the ground between Mo Lin Wang Yuan suddenly exploded. The burst of air waves and dust was like a tumbling torrent, flying into the air with a little bit of burning fireworks. At the same time, two figures, one red and one blue, flew out .

Wang Yuan flipped upside down in the air, and after he landed, he retreated more than a dozen steps before barely standing still. He didn't fall down. His body was full of energy and blood, and the clothes on his arms were torn, revealing a thin layer of dark red gloves. It was shocking.

Molin stepped on the void step in mid-air, and fell back to the ground in an elegant posture. His sleeves were also scorched. Although the Dragon Flame Palm was blocked, the temperature of the sky fire was too high, directly breaking his shield. The body soul element burned his body, and if he didn't retreat in time, all his clothes would be scorched. The blood martial soul is really not comparable to ordinary martial souls.

At the same time, Mo Lin also realized a very serious problem, that is the importance of martial arts.

Wang Yuan's Dragon Flame Palm is a high-grade Xuan-level martial skill, and his Dragon Elephant Saber is only a middle-grade Xuan-level. Although he has cultivated to the Dzogchen realm and can be compared with the top-grade Xuan-level, Wang Yuan's Dragon Flame Palm has the power of a blood martial soul. After the addition, the power is already comparable to low-level earth-level low-grade martial arts, and the strength of martial arts alone has overwhelmed him.

Mo Lin is the perfect pulse, his own strength is two levels higher than martial arts at the same level. Within the same level, only advanced martial arts and martial arts with powerful martial souls can suppress him. Obviously, Wang Yuan does not lack both. .

The shock in Wang Yuan's heart couldn't be overstated. He didn't expect that Mo Lin was so strong that he could resist his Dragon Flame Palm. Although the move just now was not his strongest attack, his intuition told him that even if it was a full blow, It is also impossible to defeat this humble civilian Wuxiu in front of him with one move.

"How to do?"

Wang Yuan stared at Mo Lin, with murderous intent in his eyes. As a noble in the imperial city, Wang Yuan was arrogant and had always looked down on common people. Now, he was repelled by a commoner with a humble background. He felt a sense of shame that he had never felt before. Ready to launch the strongest blow.

Mo Lin sensitively sensed a violent murderous aura emanating from Wang Yuan's body, and felt a slight chill in his heart, knowing that this kid was planning to kill him, a cruel sneer curled up on the corner of his mouth, ready to meet his final blow.

At this moment, a hearty laughter suddenly came from midair.

"Hahaha... It's really exciting. I never thought that the young master of the Wang family can't even deal with a commoner martial artist. If this spreads, I don't know how many people will laugh their teeth out."

Mo Lin Wang Yuan heard the voice, and at the same time raised his head and looked coldly into the air.

I saw a young man in a yellow robe standing in mid-air less than 200 meters away from them. Behind him, a huge eagle flapped its wings soundlessly.

"Thunder Eagle Martial Soul?"

Mo Lin's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't recognize the young man in the air, but he was no stranger to the Thunder Eagle martial soul. It was one of the most powerful beast martial souls, and Xiao Aotian, one of the Seven Great Talents, awakened Lei Ying. Eagle Wuhun, but his Thunder Eagle is twice as big as the young man's, which means that his strength is far beyond this person's comparison.

"Xu Jing!"

Mo Lin didn't know the yellow-robed youth, but Wang Yuan was no stranger. He was Xu Jing, one of the few strong freshmen in the North School, who ranked third in the first round of competition.

Seeing Xu Jing, Wang Yuan dissipated his soul, and a look of gloom and fear flashed in his eyes. If there is anyone among the freshmen that Wang Yuan doesn't want to provoke, Xu Jing is definitely one of them.

Mo Lin also felt Xu Jing's strength. Seeing that Wang Yuan was no longer targeting him, he sheathed his sword and waited quietly.

"It's really lively. I thought who made such a big commotion. The ground was trembling three times away, it turned out to be Wang Yuan and Xu Jing." A chuckle was not far away. There was a sound in the dense forest, and the laughter was still echoing in the air. A man in green clothes riding a giant silver wolf and carrying a silver bow behind his back came out of the dense forest.

"Shangguan doesn't regret it, you made a mistake, the boy from the East Court who fought with Wang Yuan." Xu Jing glanced at the person coming, and said lightly.

Shangguan Bugui, the second largest city in Yunlan, the son of the lord of Tianyang City, ranked fourth in the first competition.

In addition to Mo Lin and the injured Chen Keer, except for Fang Qiansheng, the top six freshmen this year are all here.

Mo Lin frowned when he saw the two freshmen who had arrived unexpectedly.

"They should be attracted by the wave of fighting with me, Wang Yuan." Mo Lin secretly thought.

Mo Lin's guess was right, not only Shangguan Bugui and Xu Jing were attracted by the wave of their battle, but also many martial artists around him sensed it, but those people were self-aware, and after feeling the power of wave, they all hid away Far away, dare not approach.

"Huh? The kid from the East Court?"

Shangguan Bugui was stunned, looked at Mo Lin's eyes, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "So he is a commoner, so could he be the dark horse of the East Court this year, Lin Mo?"

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile at all on Shangguan Buhui's face, instead giving people a gloomy feeling.

Mo Lin stood there silently, his eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, without making a sound.

Wang Yuan frowned, looked at Shangguan Bugui and Xu Jing, and said coldly, "What are you two doing here?"

"Passing by!"

"Passing by!"

Xu Jing and Shangguan Bugui laughed at the same time.

"Humph!"

Hearing the two people's answers, Wang Yuan snorted coldly, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, then he looked at Mo Lin, and said, "It's your luck, this battle ends here, in Tianjiao's battle, I hope you don't meet me. Sister Ke'er, let's go."

"Miss Ke'er is here?"

"So you are Chen Ke'er, the beauty of the South Court this year?"

Before Chen Ke'er could respond, Shangguan Xu Jing's eyes lit up with no regrets, and then he turned his gaze to Chen Ke'er who was at the side.

Chen Ke'er didn't even look at them, snorted coldly at Wang Yuan, and said, "Brother Wang Yuan, you have disappointed me so much, I won't go with you, you can go back by yourself."

"You want to follow him?" Wang Yuan's face suddenly became ugly.

(End of this chapter)