Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 52 Water Martial Soul

Mo Lin's voice was not loud, but it was enough to reach the ears of most people in the venue, and the expressions on the faces of the villagers of Lijia Village who were mixed in the crowd to watch the excitement became complicated.

The matter of Li Yaxian's resignation caused a stir in the village, and no one knew about it, but not long after the resignation, Mo Lin awakened his martial spirit, which undoubtedly slapped Li Jiacun severely.

Among the crowd, a graceful woman in purple clothes, with a hat covering her face, has been watching the competition on the stage, and a look of pain flashed in her beautiful eyes when she heard Mo Yu's words.

"Mo Lin, no matter how much the price is, I must go back to the past and let you return to my side." The woman in purple made up her mind, and the pain in her beautiful eyes was quickly replaced by determination.

Mo Yu was startled, then smiled relievedly, and said, "Since that's the case, then I'm going to make a move."

"it is good."

Mo Yu slowly pulled out his saber, and the soul energy in his body rose rapidly. In the space behind him, a vast ocean gradually emerged. The emerald green water flow was clearly visible, quickly enveloping his whole body, and spreading to all directions Come.

"Bibo Wanli!"

With a soft shout, Mo Yu stabbed out with a sword, but before the sword arrived, the emerald green water turned into a huge water sword and landed on Mo Lin's chest first.

"Mo Yu really didn't hold back his hand, and released his martial soul as soon as he made a move."

"It is said that the water martial soul is not good at attacking, but Mo Yu's water martial soul has actually cultivated to the realm of martial soul phantom. Among the nine-level warriors, it is also considered the best."

Amidst the discussions from the surrounding people, the black iron saber at Mo Lin's waist came out of its sheath, and flashes of thunder appeared on the blade, and he slashed out against the stabbing water sword.

laugh……

There was a slight sound of a sharp blade piercing into the water, and the water sword split into two, turning into two water swords and piercing at a faster speed.

Mo Lin's face remained unchanged, he ignored the stabbing water sword, his body suddenly accelerated, and the black iron knife directly slashed on Mo Yu's long sword.

wow...

The sound of surging torrents suddenly sounded, and the vast ocean condensed by Mo Yu's water martial soul set off a turbulent sea. The two water swords shattered amidst the sound of the collision of the swords, turning into tiny sprays and dissipating in the air.

"Thunderstorms all over the world!"

"Three thousand weak water!"

"Lightning Movie!"

"Water Moon Mirror Flower!"

On the martial arts stage, the lights of knives were flickering, the sound of thunder was rolling, the light of swords was stirring, and the huge waves hit the sky. Mo Yu practiced a set of top-grade Huang-level martial arts called "Bibo Sword Art". With Wang Yang's strength, he is like a fish swimming in the water, with agility and swiftness, he can't leave Mo Lin's vitals.

Mo Lin was like a lone boat in the huge waves, heaving and rolling with Mo Yu's sword light, as if he would be swallowed at any moment, but breaking through the waves time and time again, the black iron knife with the lavender thunder light struck again and again. Cutting in the depths of the ocean, it is like a giant shark on the bottom of the sea slapping the surface of the water.

"Mo Lin, this is your strength? You can't scare Mo Wu with this alone!"

After Mo Yu swung Mo Lin's sword away, he shouted, the reason why he released his martial spirit as soon as he made a move was to force out Mo Lin's true strength. He had already experienced Mo Wu's fighting power, and he would fight against him without fighting. The retreat scene always felt strange to Mo Yu, but the feeling Mo Lin gave him in front of him was clearly far from being able to make a ninth-level warrior retreat without a fight.

"Since you want to see it, be careful."

Fighting more than [-] moves, Mo Lin already knew eighty-nine out of ten of Mo Yu's strength. His water spirit is about using softness to overcome rigidity. Although the power of the spirit can be used to improve the flexibility of the body, the coverage of the spirit is limited. If it is too large, it will disperse the attack power in a small unit area, and the practiced "Bibo Sword Art" is also a martial skill suitable for group battles, not suitable for one-on-one duels.

After comprehending the first level of sword intent, Mo Lin has an inexplicable sense of any small wind and grass within three meters of his body. Every time Mo Yu strikes a sword, an invisible phantom will form in his mind. The power of the sword, the direction , and even the possible changes will be inexplicably outlined, unless his speed is faster than Mo Lin's reaction, making it too late for him to respond, otherwise he will not be hurt at all.

For Mo Lin, who draws his sword three thousand times a day, there is no one among martial artists who can draw his sword faster than him. Seeing that Mo Yu's moves are already worn out, he knows that it would be a waste of time to continue fighting, so he let out a soft sigh Finally, the body bent down suddenly, and shot out like a taut spring, the black iron knife dragged a dazzling thunder column and slashed fiercely at the top of Mo Yu's head.

"Crack!"

There was a roar, and Mo Yu hurriedly raised his sword to parry, feeling as if a heavy hammer had hit his arm, and half of his body was numb from the shock, and his brain went blank for a short moment. The sword had been blown away, and Mo Lin's black iron knife was already on his neck.

"you……"

Mo Yu looked at Mo Lin in shock. He was one year older than Mo Lin, but since he was young, he had never won a fight with Mo Lin. Many of his fighting skills were also taught by Mo Lin. Mo Lin awakened his martial spirit two years in advance, and thought he could win a match with him, but unexpectedly, history would repeat itself, and he still lost.

"you lose."

Mo Lin put the sword back into its sheath, picked up the long sword on the ground, handed it to Mo Yu, suddenly put his arms around his shoulders, and whispered: "There is nothing shameful, I am a tenth-level warrior."

"grade ten?"

Mo Yu's eyes widened in shock, how long has it been since Mo Lin awakened his martial soul?If the rumors are true, it has only been three or four months, and he is already a tenth-level martial artist. Is this terrifying speed of cultivation still human?Even the Seven Great Talents of Yunlan Kingdom are far behind.

Mo Lin's victory once again caused an uproar. The onlookers were not fools. Many people had already guessed what he had done from his last strike against Mo Yu.

Regarding his own strength, Mo Lin has never intentionally concealed it. To him, any genius or arrogance is a false name. The mountains, seas and continents are vast and boundless. Above warriors, there are martial masters. There are more powerful existences in the world. His martial arts path has only just started, and he has been given all kinds of false names. It is scary to think about it.

In the vast world of martial arts, they are just frogs in a well, complacent and boastful without even breaking the tip of the iceberg, which is really sad to say.Mo Lin had an intuition that in the entire continent, it is very likely that many people will have martial arts or even higher combat power from birth.

In the third round of the competition, Mo Lin advanced smoothly, but Mo Yu still had a chance. In the Challenger League, as long as he could beat any opponent in the top ten, he could replace him.

After the third round, a total of 11 people advanced. Although there was one more person than the scheduled top ten, the second elder directly announced the end of this round of competition.

The Mojia Village annual meeting ushered in the second challenge.

(End of this chapter)