Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 34 Battle Soul Origin Realm!

Mo Lin's pupils contracted slightly, and he felt as if a mountain was pressing towards him. Facing such a strong man, he never dared to take it lightly. The soul energy in his body secretly increased, and a domineering aura directly greeted him.

"Kaishan Fist!"

The space vibrated violently, and the Mountain Opening Fist, which contained the strength of Mo Lin's ninth-level warrior, burst out of the air, and there was a small burst of air in the surrounding air. The strength of this punch had reached five thousand catties, enough to break mountains , The power is amazing.

"Ninth-level martial artist? He has practiced the Kaishan Fist to the point of Dzogchen. No wonder he can hurt my brother, but it's still too far away."

Zhou Hongwen snorted coldly, a huge black handprint suddenly appeared in front of him, and slapped Mo Lin's fist hard.

Pong!
There was a loud noise, and Mo Lin let out a muffled snort, and took a few steps back. A sharp pain was transmitted from his arm to his body, and most of his body became numb.

"So strong, what kind of palm technique is this?"

The moment the fists and palms met just now, Mo Lin felt as if his fist had smashed into an iron wall. If he hadn't retracted the force in time, his entire arm would have been almost shattered.

Zhou Hongwen let out a light snort. He didn't expect that the palm that contained the cultivation base of a tenth-level martial artist did not hurt Mo Lin, and he was a little surprised.

"It seems that you still have a few tricks, and you can resist my iron handprint, so try this palm again!"

With a sound of the card, a dark green halo suddenly appeared on Zhou Hongwen's head, and the dissipated iron handprint reappeared on his chest.

"Spirit ring? A strong soul element!"

Mo Lin's face changed slightly. He originally thought that Zhou Hongwen was a tenth-level martial artist, at most a half-step martial artist. Unexpectedly, he condensed a soul ring. This is a real master of the soul realm!
In the practice of martial arts, each realm is an insurmountable gap. After the warrior awakens the martial soul, soul energy will be generated in the body. Depending on the type of martial soul, the amount of soul energy and the speed of condensation are also very different, which will directly affect the cultivation. speed.

Chongmai is the first realm of martial arts practice. Its most prominent point is reflected in the improvement of strength. When a warrior breaks through ten soul meridians, he can integrate the soul energy in his body with the vitality of heaven and earth to produce soul essence. When the soul energy has accumulated to a certain level, you can try to reverse the soul energy, break through the shackles and form a soul ring, and become a strong martial artist.

Martial masters and martial artists are different by one word, but their strength is like clouds and mud. Generally speaking, a first-level martial artist is usually enough to single out ten tenth-level warriors. Can't compete with a martial artist.

Of course, the outcome of a battle does not entirely depend on the realm of cultivation.

There is a saying in the cultivation world of Shanhai Continent that is used to judge victory or defeat. It goes like this: Martial skills are the same for martial arts, weapons are the same for martial arts, martial souls are the same for weapons, and martial intent is the same for martial souls.

That is to say, to judge who is strong and who is weak between two people, the first thing to look at is the cultivation level of martial arts. The higher level is stronger, and the lower level is weaker.

If the realm is the same, it depends on the martial arts and martial arts practiced by the two.

If the level of martial arts is the same, it depends on the weapons used by each other.

If there is no grade difference in weapons, it depends on Wuhun.

Finally, and most importantly, it depends on the will of martial arts.

"It's too late for you to regret it now!"

Zhou Hongwen grinned grimly, with a face full of sarcasm. He finally condensed the first soul ring two months ago and became a master of the soul realm. To show all the strength to make him realize the gap between the two, let him die in despair.

"Regret? You think too much."

There was a cruel smile on the corner of Mo Lin's mouth. He finally understood why the punch just now felt like hitting an iron plate. A martial artist in the Soul Yuan realm could already use the Soul Yuan to protect his body, and with a pair of fleshy palms he could fight against ordinary people. Not to mention his ordinary body of flesh and blood, he took off the fine iron knife on his back without hesitation, stepped on the lost step, turned into an afterimage, and launched the attack first.

There was thunder in the cave, and the refined iron knife dragged a dazzling cold light, piercing through the air.

"The sword breaks the thunder cloud!"

Zhou Hongwen let out a low growl, and the handprint on his chest was slapped again. A icy-cold iron-blooded aura met the fine iron knife, and only heard a crisp sound of metal colliding. His right hand turned into a claw and slammed onto Mo Lin's wrist.

"Iron Claw Technique!"

If this claw had grasped firmly, Mo Lin would definitely break his bones, but when his iron claw saw Mo Lin's arm, Mo Lin's body flashed back and retreated. It chopped at Zhou Hongwen's neck.

"Thunder!"

Zhou Hongwen's eyes turned cold. He didn't expect that Molin's reaction would be so fast, and he had to change his moves. The iron claws grabbed the iron knife that was chopped down.

click!
The thunder in the cave stopped suddenly, and Zhou Hongwen caught Mo Lin's iron knife in his hand.

"A mere ninth-level martial artist, let me go!"

Zhou Hongwen yelled violently, and thrust his arm into his arms, and at the same time cut Mo Lin's wrist with his left palm.

"The sound of thunder is rolling!"

There was a violent tremor from the blade, like rolling thunder shaking the world, the dissipated thunder suddenly reappeared, and Zhou Hongwen's five fingers clasped on the blade like iron tongs suddenly felt tingling, and the figure in front of him flickered, and Mo Lin actually retreated. Five meters away.

"Ok?"

Zhou Hongwen raised his brows upside down. Mo Lin's superb fighting skills greatly exceeded his expectations. He couldn't think that he could escape from his hands, and he suddenly felt bad.

"Today, you must die!"

With a loud shout, Zhou Hongwen's arms suddenly swelled up sharply, the soul ring above his head shone brightly, and a phantom of a huge arm lay across the air.

"Is his martial soul an arm of iron?"

Mo Lin was secretly startled, but from the two confrontations just now, he also had a preliminary estimate of Zhou Hongwen's strength. He said that the speed and strength of a martial artist in the Soul Origin Realm were much stronger than that of a martial artist, but the facts proved that it was nothing more than that. He dealt with it carefully, even if he couldn't win, at least he wouldn't lose too badly.Let's practice the knife with him first.

With this in mind, Mo Lin launched another attack.

There was thunder in the cave, and it was only when Mo Lin fought again that he realized the gap between them.

Zhou Hongwen, who had released his martial spirit, had two arms that were impenetrable to swords and guns, and each palm held seven or eight thousand catties of strength. The difference in strength between the two was too great. Although Mo Lin could barely escape the opponent's attack with his superb fighting skills, he could His people were forced to retreat again and again, and quickly retreated into a narrow corner.

"It seems that it is impossible to win."

Mo Lin slashed out with a knife, and the phantom fan under his feet suddenly activated, trying to get out of Zhou Hongwen's attack range, but the opponent was already on guard, and also used some kind of lightness kung fu, and moved five meters diagonally, blocking Mo Lin again. in front of you.

"Want to run? As I said, you will definitely die today!"

Zhou Hongwen snorted angrily, and a wave of soul energy visible to the naked eye poured into his arms, and his palms immediately emitted a metallic luster.

"Iron Hand Cross Break!"

The two huge iron handprints were like two big mountains, and they slammed towards Mo Lin. Before the palms reached, the terrifying aura emanating from the palmprints had already blocked the surrounding space, making the air extremely heavy.

(End of this chapter)