Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 23: Battle with Level [-] Warriors!
"Du Dafeng, come to fight!"

Mo Lin's voice echoed at the bottom of the valley, as if shaking the entire space.

All the onlookers under the stage were full of excitement, and the blood in their bodies was boiling.

This outer sect disciple with a mask who was only an eighth-level warrior had just killed a seventh-level warrior, regardless of the consumption of soul energy, and directly challenged the strength of a ninth-level warrior. He was ranked ninth in the outer sect. Du Dafeng, who defeated two level nine warriors, regardless of winning or losing, this courage alone is enough to impress.

"He's dying!"

There were also people who didn't take it seriously, and shamelessly ridiculed it.

Ma Hou, the outer disciple who wanted to force Su Lin to sleep with him, and later attracted Du Dafeng, who looked like Ma Hou, laughed sinisterly. When his eyes fell on Su Lin, he was suddenly full of emotions Fornication.As long as the kid on the stage is dead and with Du Dafeng's backing, Su Lin will also become his plaything. Thinking of this, she couldn't help fanning the flames at Du Dafeng: "Boss, go up and kill him! Avenge your brother!"

"Even if he doesn't take the stage, Du Dafeng will not let him go. Such a desperate approach, even if he dies, he will die with a bit of backbone."

Not everyone thinks that Mo Lin is brave, and some people are guessing what Mo Lin is thinking.

Du Dafeng is cruel and merciless, he must retaliate, and Mo Lin killed him in front of him, without giving him face. With Du Dafeng's character, he would never let him go. Instead, he might as well go all out and fight. Even if he dies, it is worse than being killed. Abolishing cultivation, life is much better than death.

Du Dafeng was afraid that Mo Lin would not dare to go on stage. He is not a fool. From Mo Lin's agility when he stepped down just now, he could feel that this guy is difficult to deal with. If he wanted to escape, he might not be able to catch up with him. Unexpectedly He didn't run away, how could he let go of this opportunity?
"Since you want to court death, then I will fulfill you!"

Du Dafeng hated Mo Lin deeply, and from the way he killed without batting an eyelid, he concluded that Mahou had not lied to him, and that he must have killed Du Zhuang.Kunshan and Su Lin didn't have the guts to see it.

With a light leap of his body, Du Dafeng jumped onto the three-meter-high Rueqing Stage, a sword flower danced out of the long sword in his hand, and a huge blue sword shadow appeared in the sky above his head, and the air was instantly filled with a fierce Sharp breath.

"It's Du Dafeng's Sword Martial Soul. It has such a terrifying aura. It seems that he wants to make a quick decision and end the battle in a domineering way."

Fighting warriors, the martial soul is often used as the ultimate killer move at the last moment. Du Dafeng released the martial soul when he made a move, obviously already furious to the extreme.

"In order to convince you to die, I will give you three swords!"

Du Dafeng was not in a hurry to make a move, and looked at Mo Lin with dead eyes. At this moment, he has not forgotten to take the opportunity to improve his reputation in the sect.

A wicked sneer flashed across Mo Lin's face. How could he fail to see Du Dafeng's thoughts? The sound of thunder came to Du Dafeng in an instant.

"So fast, such a fast knife!"

There was another deep exclamation from the audience, the sound of thunder was still standing in front of Mo Lin, but the light of the knife had already reached in front of Du Dafeng, like a bolt of lightning struck in the void.

Du Dafeng's pupils contracted slightly, and his face instantly turned serious. Sure enough, this guy's speed was much faster than ordinary eighth-level powerhouses, and he should have practiced physical combat skills.

But it's only a little faster than the eighth-level powerhouse. If you want to beat yourself, you are still far behind!
The blood-red sword light went from bottom to top, as if a river of blood rolled backwards, and the river of heaven flowed backwards, meeting Mo Lin's fine iron knife.

clang! ! !
The crisp sound of gold and iron colliding suddenly sounded, Du Dafeng remained motionless, and Mo Lin was shocked to retreat three steps before standing firmly.

With this knife, Mo Lin was at a disadvantage.

"One knife!"

Feeling the power coming from his arm, Du Dafeng's heart immediately relaxed. The strength of the ninth-level warrior is [-] jin stronger than that of the eighth-level warrior. Mo Lin used martial skills without breaking his own defense. The result of the battle is doomed.

The faces of the audience around the stage showed disappointment. Although most people thought that Mo Lin would not be Du Dafeng's opponent, they still hoped that a miracle would happen. This is an excellent opportunity. If this fails to break through the opponent's defense, Mo Lin will undoubtedly lose after the three swords are passed.You know, the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, the most powerful thing is attack, not defense!
However, some people think differently.

On the cliff, when the middle-aged woman saw Mo Lin being shaken back, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said in a voice that only she could hear: "A warrior of level eight can only take three steps back without using the power of his martial soul. The talent is good."

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Mo Lin's face was as calm as before, and he had already made a preliminary judgment on Du Dafeng's strength in his heart.

In the eyes of most people, Du Dafeng took advantage of himself by letting him cut three times, but he didn't think so.

There is a saying that the best defense is offense. In fact, most of the time, this is only for the weaker side.

Because only the offense has a slight chance of winning. If you keep defending, you can only wait for death.

But for the strong, defense is the best way to preserve their strength and consume their opponents.

Du Dafeng is a ninth-level warrior, and his strength already has an advantage over him. He said that he would let him strike three times, but in his heart he just wanted to take the opportunity to test his own strength, and then take the opportunity to counterattack and kill him with one blow.

This kind of simple combat technique was too childish for Mo Lin, who had been a special soldier in his previous life.

But, can you really block my three swords?
Just as Mo Lin stood firm, he handed out the fine iron knife again. This time, the thunder light wrapped around the surface of the fine iron knife became more intense, as if the whole knife had turned into a thick pillar of thunder, and rolling thunder sounded from all directions. The turbulent air suddenly burst into bursts of crisp air explosion sounds, like countless purple flowers blooming and blooming.

"Thunder strikes everywhere!"

Du Dafeng's face changed suddenly, feeling the power of this knife, he knew that he could not resist it easily, before he had time to think, the long sword in his hand was instantly covered with a layer of blood mist, and the sword spirit above his head was like a fallen sword tower Generally integrated with the long sword, the raging blood-red sword light danced a sword net in the air, and met Mo Lin's iron knife.

boom!
There was a roar, like a landslide.

Mo Lin's attack landed on the sword net, tearing a half meter long hole in it, but his knife was bounced high into the air.

With this knife, Mo Lin broke through Du Dafeng's defense, but the steel knife in his hand was bounced away.

All the people who saw this scene stopped breathing, their eyes followed the flying iron knife to the mid-air, and the same thought popped up in their hearts almost at the same time.

This guy is finished, the knife was blown away!
The sword net was broken, but Du Dafeng was overjoyed in his heart. He already felt that Mo Lin had used his sword with all his strength. Now that he had let go of the sword, it was an excellent opportunity for him to counterattack. At this time, how could he care about three swords? The covenant, I wish I could kill Mo Lin and hurry up!
"Go to hell!"

With a ferocious face, Du Dafeng slashed out with the long sword in his hand, stabbing Mo Lin's chest with a blood-red light.

(End of this chapter)