Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 298 Killing Xiao Yunchu
Xiao Yunchu's qi and blood surged, and the severe pain in his body made him panic and frightened. As a seventh-level Martial Ancestor, only a few broken bones were not enough to lose his combat strength. As long as he could distance himself from Mo Lin, he would be given a few breaths of time to adjust. A disordered soul element can still display master-level strength.

But the problem is, his right arm was already tightly bound by the Prison Dragon Lock, and his body was only knocked out a dozen meters away. The chain connecting the two of them was stretched to the extreme, and Mo Lin's body was brought into the collision again.

This time, Xiao Yunchu didn't resist with his body, but clenched his left hand violently, the storage ring on his finger flashed, and a piece of bright yellow talisman paper turned into a small yellow sword and shot out.

Mo Lin's face was gloomy, and no emotional changes could be seen on his face. Seeing the talisman sword that contained terrifying power, his right arm moved slightly, and he directly slapped it.

"Iron handprint!"

The violent palm print came out loudly, and collided with the yellow talisman sword. The thin sword passed through the shadow of the unparalleled palm, and pierced Mo Lin's palm. There was a crisp sound of metal collision, and it was instantly blown away. out.

Almost at the same time that the yellow talisman sword flew up, Mo Lin bumped into Xiao Yunchu's body again.

Mo Lin, who has cultivated into the flesh body of a god and demon, is as hard as a middle-grade spirit armor. In order to kill Xiao Yunchu, he did not dare to hold back anything at all. This seemingly head-on suicide behavior was actually the result of more than ten times of deduction. The best way to win.

Xiao Yunchu is a seventh-level Martial Ancestor, and the difference in strength between the two is too great. With the martial arts and martial arts that Mo Lin has cultivated so far, no matter whether it is the Dragon Elephant Saber Technique or the Starry Sky Slash, it is impossible to inflict an effective blow on him while the opponent is intact. Harm, Mo Lin's only reliance is his strong body.

Two days ago, Mo Lin learned from Ouyang Xueqing that "God and Demon Tyrant Body Technique" is the top cultivation method in the Heavenly Demon Palace, and martial arts practitioners who have not broken through the virtual meridians cannot practice it at all.

And for a hundred years, in the whole Yunlan country, only the eldest prince broke through a virtual vein.

Mo Lin believed that even if Xiao Yunchu was a seventh-level Martial Ancestor, it was impossible for his body to be stronger than him. More importantly, Mo Lin concluded that facing Ouyang Xueqing's threat, he would definitely have the idea of ​​taking himself hostage, so he released Prisoner Longsuo, using his strength, bumped into it.

Xiao Yunchu's body was knocked flying again.

Since the prisoner dragon lock tightly bound his arm, he couldn't escape at all. When they realized that Mo Lin had released this never-before-seen martial spirit chain just to prevent him from escaping, the two of them met for the third time. bumped into each other.

Like a kite with a broken string, Xiao Yunchu flew upside down again, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

After three consecutive collisions, countless bones in his body were broken, and he could no longer maintain a suspended state, just like a big fish that was tightly hung by a fishhook and was thrown into the air for the fourth time.

The advantage of flying in the sky was vividly displayed on Mo Lin, Xiao Yunchu made one wrong step, one wrong step, and now he has noticed Mo Lin's true cultivation level - Martial Extreme Realm!

Feeling his body flying upwards uncontrollably, Xiao Yunchu had no time to think about how Mo Lin had been promoted to the realm of Grandmaster in such a short period of time. He was not even shocked in time. With a mournful roar, the soul essence in his body Furiously gushing, the Wuhun Sword was released again, transforming into ten thousand sword lights and slashing at the top of Mo Lin's head.

Mo Lin's eyes were red, and there was a smear of blood on the corner of his mouth. They faced each other three times in a row. Although he had the upper hand, the seventh-level Martial Ancestor was by no means easy to deal with. When he saw Xiao Yunchu release his martial soul for the second time, he also let out a roar. , the second prisoner dragon lock turned into a shield covering the top of the head, and with his left hand poked behind him, the Dongyue knife was out of its sheath impressively, and swept it out with a fierce sword intent.

"Star Slash!"

boom!
The Wuhun sword slashed on the shield made of Prison Dragon Lock, and there was a loud bang. The seven-meter-long sword broke instantly, and Prison Dragon Lock sank violently, blocking the terrifying sword intact. .

At the same time, a crescent-shaped sword light flashed across Xiao Yunchu's neck like a white horse passing through the gap. The head of this sect master of the Qingyun Sect suddenly separated, and his huge head flew high with an expression of unwillingness and panic. Spraying into the air like a fountain.

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The Qing Yunzong disciples on the ground have been watching the battle in midair.

Seeing that Suzerain Xiao Yunchu, who thought he could easily capture Mo Lin alive, was beheaded with a single knife, everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they were completely stunned.

Xiao Yunchu was a seventh-level Martial Ancestor. Not only was he powerful, but he also had countless protective instruments in his storage ring. From rushing towards Mo Lin to being beheaded, he had absolutely no resistance other than a sword talisman.

In the eyes of others, he was like a big fish caught ashore, after struggling for a few times, he completely lost the power to resist. He was completely different from the usual suzerain with profound skills and powerful strength.

How do outsiders know.

The first time Xiao Yunchu and Mo Lin collided, his soul was scattered, and Mo Lin tied his arms with a cage lock, not giving him a chance to distance himself or use his magic weapon.

From the first collision between the two to the beheading, it took less than ten seconds. To some extent, the collision between the two was purely physical, and in terms of physical strength, who could compare with it? What about Mo Lin who has practiced the god-and-devil mastery technique?
Qingyun Sword is the magic weapon of Qingyun Sect, needless to say it is powerful, but it is far from enough to hurt Ouyang Xueqing.

The sudden sword attack was just to delay the time, Ouyang Xueqing, who was standing on the mutated rooster Da Zhuang, didn't resist at all, and easily dodged before the sword was launched.

She stared coldly at the battle between Mo Lin and Xiao Yunchu, and felt his sadness and anger from Mo Lin's desperate collision and blood red eyes, and also felt that Mo Lin suffered a lot when they collided for the first time. internal injury.

A seventh-level Martial Ancestor, who can shake the world with every gesture, is not so easy to deal with. Only a strong Martial Ancestor like Ouyang Xueqing, who is only half a step away from the Martial King, can see the mystery and danger in it.

But she didn't help, she just watched Mo Lin's wounds add to his wounds, and finally used the Xing Kong Zhan's saber art to activate the saber intent, and chopped off Xiao Yunchu's head.

Qing Yunjian, who had lost contact with Xiao Yunchu's soul, was suddenly thrown into the pool like a burning pillar of fire, and Wan Dao Jianmang turned into nothingness, revealing his real body, and fell powerlessly towards the ground.

It was a small cyan sword that was one foot long. Ouyang Xueqing grabbed it in her hand with a casual move. One side's spoils.

Mo Lin's face was pale, and he let out a deep breath.

(End of this chapter)