Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 323 Mu Yao's Choice
"I admit that you are a good killer."

Mo Lin looked through the window at the full-fledged dragons and scorpions besieged by fighting chickens in mid-air, and suddenly sighed softly, saying: "In terms of forbearance, it is the only thing I have seen in my life, whether it is the assassination five days ago or the appearance at this time. , the grasp of timing can be described as impeccable, and being able to do this is enough to be included in the list of top killers."

"Are you praising me?" There was a hint of joy in the mysterious man's voice.

Mo Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't answer directly, but said: "But you still made a very serious mistake."

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"Are you sure I really have no power to fight back and can only be slaughtered by you?"

Mo Lin didn't look back, but lowered his head slightly.

The surrounding air condensed slightly, and the mysterious man suddenly stopped talking.

"You're not sure."

Mo Lin continued, if the mysterious person could see his expression, he would find that the corners of Mo Lin's mouth were slightly raised at this time, and there was an inexplicable smile in his eyes.

"So you don't dare to shoot rashly, because you only have one chance. If I miss one hit, I can rush out of the hall and ask for help from the people outside. Then your identity will be exposed, am I right? "

The mysterious man still didn't respond, but the murderous aura around him suddenly became chaotic.

Mo Lin was right, the mysterious killer was indeed uncertain.

If it was before Mo Lin showed the strength of a first-level Martial Ancestor, he might still be confident that he could kill Mo Lin with one blow, but now, he dare not take the risk.

Just imagine a guy who can resist even the full blow of the ninth-level Wuzong, how could he not have other cards to save his life?
More importantly, he saw with his own eyes five days ago that Mo Lin survived the attack of that powerful magical weapon. If he was not absolutely sure, he would not have shot.

"Since you are hesitant, why bother?"

Mo Lin continued: "Let's go, I'll just pretend nothing happened. From now on, you take your Yangguan Road, and I cross my single-plank bridge. Well water doesn't interfere with river water, how about it?"

The mysterious man remained silent.

Mo Lin let out a breath slowly, and said again: "No matter who is behind your back, I can assure you that as long as he stops, I will forget the past. In the imperial city, I have never offended anyone. For my heart There are only a few families with bad blood, and they are all brothers from the same academy, so how can there be so much hatred? What do you think?"

"You're right."

After hearing these words, the man in black finally spoke: "But you also made a very serious mistake?"

"Oh? Let's hear it."

"If you really have the strength to fight back, or are sure to escape from my fatal blow, why are you talking nonsense to delay time?"

This time it was Merlin's turn to be silent.

"The exercises you cultivated are indeed powerful, I have only seen them in my life, but you are so badly injured, there are four cracks in the lung lobe, blood has already poured into the trachea, and it is difficult to even speak, don't shout loudly at all, If you move a little more vigorously, the blood will spurt out along the trachea, in other words, if you can't stop the bleeding in time, only bleeding can kill you, am I right?"

The mysterious man was right.

The whip wound on Mo Lin's chest was as deep as the bone, and his whole body was soaked with blood. If he couldn't stop the bleeding in time, he would really lose too much blood and die after a long time.

"So, you should die."

The mysterious man finally confirmed Mo Lin's injury. His caution had reached an unbelievable level. After the last sentence was spoken, the atmosphere in the world suddenly changed, and a figure suddenly appeared in the void behind Mo Lin.

This is a young man of medium build, about 30 years old, holding a purple red dagger, like a ghost coming out of the darkness, stabbing silently at Mo Lin's back.

Mo Lin lowered his head, slumped his shoulders, and sat on Da Zhuang's body without moving. The changes in the surrounding atmosphere did not escape his perception. The mysterious man was right, his lungs had already been filled with blood, let alone After shouting, it was extremely difficult to even speak, but when he felt the terrifying and powerful killing intent behind him, he still couldn't help muttering.

"Who said that if you can't shout, you can't call for help?"

The mysterious man didn't hear these words clearly. He used a secret method to hide his figure and cover up his aura. Even Da Zhuang didn't notice it. Mo Lin didn't look back because he didn't know where the other party was hiding. The aura is erratic and can't be caught at all. Now that the other party has finally shown his real body, the invisibility technique he has cultivated is obviously still unable to attack while hiding his body.

Merlin didn't move.

He had indeed lost the strength to fight back.

Someone moved.

The moment the mysterious person appeared, an arrow suddenly flew from a window southwest of the hall, and shot it with a crimson light tail several meters long.

Amidst the sharp sound of piercing the air, there was a clear and beautiful reprimand, a fiery red petite figure crossed a distance of tens of meters at lightning speed in an instant, the bow string trembled endlessly, and five or six flying arrows pierced empty out.

"Dog thief, how dare you!"

Mo Lin stared at the front window, the sudden sound of breaking through the air and the woman's scolding immediately caught his attention, he turned his head slightly, and what caught his eyes was a ball of fiery red.

"No... cough, cough cough."

The figure that suddenly appeared was none other than Mu Yao. Seeing the dashing girl in red armor rushing towards her desperately, Mo Lin turned pale with fright, and wanted to stop him with too much force. Before the words came out, he couldn't help coughing violently.

Mu Yao is only a fifth or sixth-level martial artist, and a bow repairer who is not good at melee combat. It would be fine if she just kept her distance and used long-range bows and arrows to interfere with the mysterious killer. Lin Zhandao's posture, isn't this moths jumping into the flames, looking for a dead end?
The sharp arrows shot by the martial arts bow repairer did not pose any threat to the strong Wu Zong, not to mention that the difference in strength between the two was too great, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as an egg hitting a stone.

The mysterious man didn't resist at all, and didn't even blink his eyelids. The six or seven soul-chasing arrows were more than ten meters away from him before they were sent flying by the invisible body-protecting qi.

Mu Yao's speed was extremely fast, following the flying arrow she jumped onto Da Zhuang's back, blocking Mo Lin behind her.

puff!

The dull sound of sharp blades entering the body resounded in the empty hall.

The purple-red dagger in the mysterious killer's hand pierced through Mu Yao's armor, pierced into her chest, and half of the bloody sword tip was exposed on the back.

(End of this chapter)