Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 426 Counterattack
boom!
With an earth-shaking bang, Mo Lin collided with the three martial idiots, his body retreated a few steps, and the three martial idiots were knocked flying.

At this moment, Mo Lin's whole body was covered with blood, there was a wound on his chest where the bones were deep, two iron arrows were pierced on his left shoulder, and there were as many as seventeen wounds intertwined vertically and horizontally on his back.

Although Mo Lin has a strong physical body comparable to high-grade spiritual armor, the eighteen martial idiots are holding high-grade spiritual weapons. After being blessed with soul essence, they are powerful enough to break through Mo Lin's defense.

Eighteen martial idiots were all scarred, but none of them showed fear, and the fighting spirit in everyone's eyes became stronger.

"Seniors, Mo Lin has something to say."

Merlin suddenly spoke up.

"Tell me." The slender old man was obviously the leader of the eighteen martial idiots, his martial spirit was a black shield, and he stopped his stride when he heard Mo Lin speak.

Mo Lin said loudly: "Today's battle, if Mo Lin wins you all by chance, I wonder if senior will feel ashamed like he did back then, and want to commit suicide in shame?"

"Hahaha……"

The black-faced old man laughed and said: "Boy, you think too much, don't say you have reached the end of your battle, even if you really win us, we will not commit suicide again, because our bet is life and death, not winning or losing! "

Mo Lin sighed, and said: "Although the seniors are very confident, the juniors still ask the seniors to promise me. If you accidentally lose to the juniors, don't commit suicide. Otherwise, my father kept the oath for 18 years. Just keep it in vain, if the senior doesn't agree, the junior will think you are afraid of me."

The thin and tall old man said: "Mo Lin, don't worry, you can use any ultimate move, if we are defeated without dying, we will never commit suicide again."

"That's good, seniors, you have to be careful!"

Mo Lin let out a roar, and the soul essence gushed out of his body, and his whole body turned into a burning fireball. His hands joined hands, and the terrifying palm prints containing three thousand prehistoric powers suddenly slapped out towards the tall and thin old man's chest. .

After nearly half an hour of fighting and confrontation, Mo Lin has already figured out the routines and moves of the 18 people. He has long seen that the tall and thin old man is the core of this big formation. The power will be reduced by half.

Whoosh...

The tall and thin old man didn't need to give orders, the other five defensive Wu Chis blocked him almost at the same time, the main attacker Wu Chi headed by the black-faced old man came from all directions, and the six archers farther away drew their bows at the same time. The arrow aimed at the direction where Mo Lin might dodge.

"Open it for me!"

Three thousand prehistoric powers blasted violently, and collided with the martial souls of five martial idiots, and beyond everyone's expectations, the earth-shattering collision and roar did not come out, and the martial souls of the five martial idiots seemed to have landed on the ground. In the empty space, Molin only felt his arm tremble, and Molin's palm strength disappeared.

"No, Ding Liu, run away!"

The thin and tall old man's pupils contracted sharply, and he roared loudly, because the moment Mo Lin's palm strength disappeared, he realized that Mo Lin's move was just a false move, and his real target was Ding Liu, the shooter in front left.

A, C, and D are the code names given by the Ye family to the eighteen martial idiots who kept their names anonymous.

A is the main defense, C is the main attacker, and D is the main assistant. There are six people in each group, which has not changed for a hundred years.

The martial soul of the thin and tall old man is the eye martial soul. After the second awakening of the martial soul, he obtained the martial soul skill of a real eye, and any subtle changes in his breath could not escape his eyes.

Hearing the tall and thin old man's shout, although Ding Liu didn't feel the danger, he tacitly put away the longbow in his hand and shot it aside.

But he was still a step behind.

Mo Lin, who used all his strength to slap the 62 people from Liujia and C to one place, had already selected the target to attack. When the tall and thin old man code-named Jiayi shouted, the prisoner dragon lock in his hand Already thrown out.

Ding Liu is an old antique who has lived for more than 100 years. He has so much combat experience. Seeing the prisoner dragon lock flying to the longbow in his hand, he slammed it down. The moment they were together, the straight chain suddenly bent, twisted into a strange arc, and wrapped around his arm.

"Death Coiled!"

Mo Lin muttered silently in his heart, and another prison lock was thrown out like a whip.

Snapped!
With a crisp sound, the prisoner dragon lock was firmly drawn on Ding Liu's body. In order to pursue the ultimate agility and speed, Ding Liu, who was not wearing any armor, was drawn towards Ding Liu like a kite with a broken string. In the middle of the sky, before the man was unconscious, he was thrown out by the prison dragon lock that bound his arm, and hit the body of another shooter Ding Si.

Ding Si let out a muffled snort, and backed up again and again after being hit, his blood surged, Mo Lin's fist arrived before he could stand still.

Pong!
This punch happened to hit Ding Si's lower abdomen, and instantly knocked him into the air. Mo Lin's fingers frantically tapped dozens of times in the blink of an eye at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. Ding Si Ding Liu fell into the branches and leaves of a fallen tree in the distance and never got up again.

After sealing the veins of the two in one fell swoop, Mo Lin let out a long roar, and rushed towards the remaining four shooters.

"Encircle!"

Without an order from A, the six members of Group C who were in charge of the main attack had already rushed towards Mo Lin.

Mo Lin didn't dodge or dodge, his body turned into a shooting star, and bumped towards the person in Group C who was standing in front of him.

This old man in Group C was code-named Three, holding a golden gun in his hand, and his martial spirit was also known for its fierceness, only heard a muffled chirping sound, the golden gun was grabbed by Mo Lin, C The three of them were thrown upside down by Mo Lin, and the violent force passed into Bing San's hands along the barrel of the gun. He vaguely saw a dozen finger shadows pointing to his body almost at the same time, and then passed out.

Several cold lights flashed in mid-air, and the swords in the hands of the remaining five people in Group C fell on Mo Lin. A look of pain flashed in Mo Lin's firm eyes, and he grabbed one of the arms with his left and right hands. Suddenly moving towards the middle, the owners of the arms bumped into each other fiercely, and then was thrown behind him with a backhand. With the help of a swing, Mo Lin's speed suddenly increased, turning into a rainbow and hitting the body of another shooter.

Like Ding Liu Ding Si, this martial idiot code-named Ding Er was hit in the air, he vomited blood in the air, and there was no movement after landing.

Mo Lin, who destroyed three Ding Sanbing in one breath, didn't stop at all. The prison dragon lock in his left hand turned into a shield to protect his body, and the prison dragon lock in his right hand turned into a spear. When the other party screamed in pain, he kicked the other party's chest, and one of the remaining twelve martial idiots lost his fighting power.

(End of this chapter)