Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 488 Mo Lin's Bravery

In the sight of Emperor Shengzong, when Mo Lin killed the No.1 Zen master, Sheng was caught by surprise. After cutting off the opponent's arm with one knife, he cut off the opponent's arm without hesitation, and killed the opponent with one knife before he could react. enemy.

Afterwards, facing the joint attack of two Zen masters, he resisted forcefully, but Emperor Shengzong had sensed that this forceful resistance was not easy for Mo Lin, so he released his golden wings to escape without fighting. .

However, Zen masters were clearly prepared. The three monks who flew into the sky not only had amazing speed, but also used a magic weapon to seal the space. With his cultivation base, he might be able to break through it, but it will take a lot of effort. This period of time is enough for the three of them to catch up with Mo Lin.

However, to Shengzong's surprise, Mo Lin's escape was obviously just an illusion. His swift return and full-strength strike made Shengzong mistakenly think that he wanted to kill the Zen master who was closest to him.

I have to admit that if Mo Lin's cultivation is raised by another level, even if this knife can't kill the opponent, it can still seriously injure him, and his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. Emperor Shengzong realized that his judgment was wrong again when he plunged into the arms of the defensive Zen master and plunged the saber in his hand into the opponent's body.

Facts have proved that the target Mo Lin wants to kill is not the No. 1 Zen master at all. His full blow is just to use the opponent's strength to increase his speed so that he can kill the killer before the target reacts.

Facts have proved that Merlin succeeded.

In the blink of an eye, the saber in his hand thrust into the opponent's body more than a dozen times, each time piercing through the heart and passing through the body. Before the body fell, the No.2 Zen master was dead.

But Molin obviously didn't intend to stop. He rushed to the No.3 Zen master again, and slashed 120 seven knives in an almost crazy way, forcing the pinnacle of the fifth-level Martial King to back up again and again, vomited The blood can only barely parry, there is no power to fight back at all.

Three huge handprints ten feet high landed on Mo Lin's body, smashing him back to the ground in an instant, and he rolled over 100 meters before stopping.

"Hey, it's fun."

Mo Lin stood up with a knife and stood up from the ground, his eyes were blood red, he looked at Mingjue and the others and laughed ferociously, "I thought Yin Chanzi was looking for some kind of expert, so it turned out to be just a group of people who bully the few with the more Scum, the Eight Desolation Zen School is nothing more than that."

Killing two people in a row, Mo Lin only knows how much danger is hidden under the seemingly relaxed surface.

Those who died were all fifth-level martial kings. If it was a one-on-one duel, with Mo Lin's current strength, it would not be difficult to defeat a fifth-level martial king. the price.

Facing eighteen Zen masters, Mo Lin didn't dare to be careless. He had no choice but to go all out. Only by reducing the opponent's numerical advantage in the shortest possible time could he have a chance to escape and survive.

Now, Mo Lin's advantage is that the other party knows very little about his cards, and he believes that with Yin Chanzi's pride, it is impossible to describe himself in too much detail when reporting the letter.

As for the methods of the Bahuang Zen Sect, Mo Lin once asked his father Mo Qingshan. Although the information Mo Qingshan provided was limited, at least it kept Mo Lin from being smeared in front of his eyes, and he had a sense of knowing himself and the enemy.

Faced with Mo Lin's scolding and ridicule, the remaining sixteen masters of Zen sect looked cold, and they lost two fellow disciples in one move, which they never dreamed of.

"kill!"

Mingjue spoke for the second time, his voice was as cold as ice.

With Mingjue's voice, five stick shadows and five palm prints slammed into Mo Lin as if covering the sky and the sun. The wind and snow within a kilometer around them were instantly shattered and turned into clouds of mist visible to the naked eye. Nothingness.

Mo Lin's body disappeared in situ, leaving only afterimages appearing suddenly in the air, the unparalleled sword light surged like a wave, and the palm prints and stick shadows all over the sky were layered upon layer, smashing out one after another on the ground. A pit of tens of meters.

A strong Martial King can shake the world with a single move, not to mention ten Martial Kings attacking at the same time. Amidst the bangs, Mo Lin's figure entered the void again and again, and was blasted out again and again.

Emperor Shengzong squinted his eyes, looking at the twisted and vibrating space in front of him. With his cultivation level, he could barely see Mo Lin's trajectory, and the three figures of Zen masters who were chasing after him.

The ten people distorted the space with their own cultivation to prevent Mo Lin from escaping. The three sixth-level martial kings were the real killers. Before seeing Mo Lin, Emperor Shengzong couldn't believe that a third-level martial king could besieged by so many masters. Hold on for such a long time.

Now, he finally understood why Mo Lin was able to kill the Northern Man King and replace him.

With a loud roar, Mo Lin suddenly changed his forward momentum, turned back to the right, and ran into the arms of one of the Zen masters.

"court death!"

This Zen master with the strength of a sixth-level Martial King suddenly put a stick on his chest, his whole body shone with golden light, and a golden bell fell into the sky to protect his body.

The high-grade spiritual weapon knife in Mo Lin's hand slashed on the golden bell, and there was a clang and crisp sound of metal collisions. The Zen master was unharmed, but Mo Lin was pushed back. At this time, Panlong, the other two Zen masters, The stick landed on Mo Lin's back.

boom!
Amidst the violent roar, Mo Lin let out a muffled grunt, and was thrown flying directly. The Zen master who was covered with a gold bell suddenly showed joy, and raised his stick to Mo Lin's head and smashed it.

But just when even Emperor Shengzong felt that Mo Lin could not dodge the stick no matter what, Mo Lin, who was obviously seriously injured, suddenly increased his speed, and there was a dragon's cry hidden in his left sleeve, and a cold light flashed Soaring to the sky, he slashed on the opponent's Panlong stick.

The Beaulieu Cudgel made entirely of gilt was silently broken under the light of the knife like a fragile grass mustard, and at the same time it was divided into two by its owner.

"Holy Artifact!"

Seeing this scene, Emperor Shengzong's pupils tightened again, and he exclaimed in his heart.

But what shocked him even more was yet to come.

Mo Lin, who was holding the Dragon Tooth Saber, suddenly split into two, and met the other two chasing Zen masters respectively. With the flash of the saber, he resisted the opponent's two palms, and held the saber in his hand almost in the same posture. Inserted into the other's chest, under the feet of the two, the two prison locks wrapped around their legs disappeared in a flash.

puff puff!

With two muffled sounds, the two golden pills fell into the hands of the two Molins, and were swallowed with blood.

Eighteen Martial Kings of the Zen sect had an absolute advantage, and Mo Lin beheaded five of them in less than a cup of tea time!

The change happened so suddenly that not only the three Zen masters who were killed were unprepared, but even Ming Jue and the others did not expect that Mo Lin would have the power to fight back when he fled in embarrassment.

Looking at the blood-dripping Dragon Tooth Saber in Mo Lin's hand, Mingjue's eyes gradually revealed a fiery light.

"Holy Artifact, Dragon Tooth."

(End of this chapter)