Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 220 Challenge One by One
"As expected of a Mutant Water Martial Soul, this slash combined with the Thousand Mountains is comparable to the full blow of a sixth-level martial artist, but I don't know how this Lin Mo can break it."

Fang Hongtu stroked his beard with his hand, sighed in admiration, and fixed his eyes on Mo Lin, his eyes were full of anticipation.

"No one can resist Ke'er's martial soul skills without being injured physically. It's time to unsheath his saber."

Chen Xueyi knew better than anyone else the power of this cousin's martial soul skills, and said slowly.

His body was restrained by Chen Ke'er's water spirit, and Mo Lin's every move became extremely difficult. Seeing the giant water knife that fell from mid-air, four ways to break it flashed in his mind reflexively. One is the last form of the Dragon Elephant Saber Technique, the other is the Starry Sky Slash, the third is the Saber Intent, and the fourth is the physical resistance.

Of these four methods, the first three are head-to-head collisions, and the last one is passive defense. Of course, if he releases the ivy shield and uses the ivy spear to encircle Wei and save Zhao, and attack the little loli, he may be able to crack it.

But Merlin didn't use it.

Because at the moment when his body was entangled, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his consciousness, the Yin-Yang martial spirit in his body spun uncontrollably, like a hungry beast opened its mouth, As soon as he inhaled, Mo Lin felt his whole body lighten up, and the heaviness of the mountain was instantly reduced by half.

"This is……"

Mo Lin was shocked in his heart, he clearly felt that the emerald green Weak Water Martial Soul was withered instantly as if most of its vitality had been extracted from a green plant.

Then, the Yin-Yang Wuhun was like a greedy cub sucking breastmilk, took another sip, and a weird scene appeared, being bound by Chen Keer's Weak Water Wuhun, his body was blurred, as if soaked in a secluded spring Mo Lin's figure suddenly appeared in the eyes of the people around him very clearly, and the emerald green water waves that trapped him...disappeared.

From when Mo Lin was trapped to when the Ruo Shui martial spirit was broken, it took only two seconds before and after. Chen Ke'er's Fifteen Slash had just successfully condensed and was about to slash down, when he saw Mo Lin suddenly raised his right hand, With three palms, he met the giant water knife above his head fiercely.

Snapped!
Water splashed, the space trembled, and the giant water knife shattered under the fierce attack of Mo Lin's iron handprint, and exploded in all directions like fireworks.

"Brother Lin Mo, you..."

Chen Ke'er was shocked and speechless, she stared at the beautiful big eyes, opened her small mouth, and looked at the unscathed Mo Lin with an incredulous expression. Her Fifteen Slash combined with Qianzhong Mountain was as powerful as the full blow of a sixth-level martial artist. Unexpectedly, it was scattered by Mo Lin's three palms so easily.

The attack was broken, Chen Ke'er had a hunch that even a seventh-level martial artist was no match for Mo Lin, let alone herself, so she used the strongest attack method as soon as she made a move, but what Chen Ke'er couldn't accept was that Mo Lin cracked the attack. It's too easy, and the speed of the martial arts suppressed by Qianzhong Mountain will suddenly decrease. In Chen Ke'er's imagination, Mo Lin must at least use more powerful martial arts to break it, but it is still the iron handprint. Wan unacceptable.

"Three tricks have passed, Miss Ke'er, do you want to continue?"

Mo Lin quickly woke up from the mutation of the Yin-Yang martial soul, and he was pleasantly surprised. He knew that this weird Yin-Yang martial soul had undergone some changes that he didn't know about. It seemed to have a devouring effect on some special martial souls. He didn't know the specific reason.

"Martial soul devours! How is this possible!"

Gong Jiuge, who was sitting on the top floor of the Fengshen Hall watching Molin's fight, sat up abruptly from his chair, his drowsy eyes shot brightly, and the hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

In the square, among the crowd of onlookers, several experts from the Wuji Realm also stared wide-eyed.

When Mo Lin's Yin-Yang martial soul devoured the weak water martial soul, there was no abnormality in the surrounding air. In the eyes of most people, it was as if a gust of wind suddenly blew away the mist that permeated around him. , although it is unbelievable and difficult to figure out for a while, but it is just attributed to Mo Lin using some powerful means. After all, martial arts cultivation has its own opportunities, and even the most knowledgeable royal scholars cannot master everything.

However, some people still noticed the unusualness of that brief moment. These people, without exception, either possessed mutated martial souls or inherited some kind of powerful bloodline martial souls. Unexpectedly, he trembled uncontrollably, like a docile sheep suddenly smelling the breath of an ancient beast. It was the fear from the soul, and it was the instinctive awe of the inferior when facing the superior.

"Brother Lin Mo, I lost."

Chen Ke'er pursed her lips, and her beautiful face showed unwilling but helpless admiration. She didn't know how Mo Lin broke her Thousand Mountain, but she had sincere admiration for the guy in front of her, and hit Make up your mind and ask Mo Lin how he did it whenever he gets a chance.

Seeing Chen Ke'er jumping off the ring, Mo Lin's eyes fell on the purple-robed old man who hadn't fully woken up from his astonishment.

This purple-robed old man is the host of the ring battle, and also the person in charge of drawing opponents on behalf of all the ring masters.

"Teacher, I think it's better not to smoke."

Mo Lin looked at the purple-robed old man with strange eyes, and suddenly said: "I will challenge the next five ring masters one by one, do you think it's okay?"

"Cough cough..."

The old man in purple robe was stunned for a moment, then coughed twice in embarrassment: "Uh... this, cough cough."

The purple-robed old man was also depressed. He received Gong Jiuge's order that no matter who was drawn, he would be replaced by the Nine Great Challengers. This kind of trick that even a fool could see was clearly aimed at Mo Lin made him very embarrassed. , but he couldn't object, he could only follow orders, and now Mo Lin pointed it out to his face, his old face turned red with embarrassment, and he really didn't know what to say other than coughing.

Mo Lin smiled faintly, and moved his eyes to Yin Sandao, who was surrounded by dozens of students in the stands of the West Court.

"Brother Yin, are you willing to fight with me?"

First Nian Ying, then Zhou Yan, then Zhao Qiang, and just now Chen Keer again, everyone guessed from this step-by-step arrangement that the next one to be selected should be No. [-] ringleader Yin Sandao.

Yin Sandao also guessed it. It seems that someone intends to let Mo Lin fight every champion, so he has already made preparations.

"I have heard the name of Wuying Dao for a long time. I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

Yin Sandao's indifferent eyes were burning with fierce fighting spirit. As one of the few talented masters among the freshmen this year, every freshman who was more famous than him was his target to catch up with, and Mo Lin was no exception.

Mo Lin smiled and cupped his fists: "I hope Brother Yin will be merciful."

Yin Sandao smiled coldly: "Don't worry, I will break your arm at most, and I won't kill you."

Mo Lin's eyes turned cold, and he saw a bit of ruthlessness and cruelty in Yin Sandao's eyes. He knew that this guy was by no means a kind person, so he stopped making a sound, took a step forward, and struck out the iron handprint.

(End of this chapter)