Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 63 Fierce Battle

People were swaying not far away, and killers approached. At this moment, Mo Lin could no longer care about Tang Xiaobao. He only hoped that these people were targeting him. The most urgent thing is to lure them away, the farther the better.

Phantom Lost Tracking suddenly activated, Mo Lin swayed, and ran towards the outside of the inn. When he saw the door, one left and one right, two assassins hidden behind the door swooped over with daggers in their hands. The cold light pierced his ribs fiercely like a poisonous snake.

The dark iron knife in Mo Lin's hand slashed out the sound of rolling thunder, swung away the dagger on the left, and with the help of the force of the shock, slashed on the neck of the killer on the right, then squatted down, spun around like a spinning top, and escaped. Two sharp arrows shot above the head, and the blood-stained iron knife cut off the legs of another killer. After a few ups and downs, the man had already reached the street.

The night was dark, with clouds covering the starlight. In the second half of the night, the street lights on the streets of Chang'an City were all extinguished, and the surroundings were completely silent.

However, the eyesight of warriors is more than twice that of ordinary people, and the darkness is not enough to cause too much trouble.

Mo Lin arched his waist, lowered his body as much as possible, narrowed the target, and sprinted towards the outside of the city against the wall on the side of the street.

As soon as he ran not far away, the rest of the killers rushed out from the inn. No one made a sound, but they all increased their speed and followed closely.

Mo Lin's speed had been raised to the extreme, and he looked back while running, the more he ran, the more frightened he was, he found that the speed of those killers was no slower than himself!
A chill suddenly arises.

Whoosh!
A red arrow whirled and chased after him.

"A soul-chasing arrow?"

Mo Lin was terrified. He instinctively reminded him that he couldn't dodge at all. The soul energy in his body increased wildly, and the black iron knife was slashed backwards. There was a violent impact. Mo Lin's iron knife was almost blown away, and he almost fell down on the ground.

Whoosh!
The sense of danger surged into his mind again, an alley just appeared in front of him, Mo Lin turned around and rushed in, the sharp red arrow chased after him as if he had eyes, and the speed did not slow down at all!

"open!"

The Xuan Tie Dao cut out again, and flew the chasing arrows in time.

The repeated resistance and fast running exhausted the soul energy in Mo Lin's body. He took out two Beast Pills and stuffed them into his mouth, and took out another Soul Resurrection Pill and swallowed it.

"No, you must kill the shooter first, otherwise, you will be shot sooner or later."

Beast Pill quickly replenished the soul energy consumed in Mo Lin's body. When he was running just now, he had already noticed that there were two tenth-level shooters among the killers chasing behind him. After activating the arrow martial soul, the power of the bow and arrow doubled. Once the sniper in the previous life was shot, even if he didn't die on the spot, he would be killed by others.

"Distance, you must get close in the shortest possible time!"

Thinking of this, Mo Lin did not continue to run away, but lay down on the ground, sensing the distance of the killers through the vibration of the ground, suddenly, Mo Lin's body shot out suddenly, using a knife as a sword, he stabbed forward.

puff!
A killer who was running in the front was caught off guard, and was directly pierced through the chest by a sharp iron knife. The pupils exposed under the black cloth were instantly filled with fear and pain, and the hand holding the dagger fell down weakly.

"Misty Phantom!"

Mo Lin didn't draw his sword, but used the killer's body as a shield, and slammed forward. After knocking over another killer who was following him, he rushed out of the alley and onto the street.

The instinctive intuition of danger was born again.

40 meters away from the last of a dozen killers, the two arrow martial soul fighters pulled the bowstrings in their hands almost at the same time.

The rest of the assassins quickly surrounded Mo Lin in the shape of a fan, releasing their martial spirits one after another.

"Xia-hou-feng!"

Mo Lin blocked the killer's body in front of him as a shield, he didn't make a move immediately, his eyes fell on a young man on the outermost edge.

This young man wasn't masked. Although the night was hazy and he couldn't see clearly, Mo Lin still recognized the man's identity from his silhouette.

"It's better not to meet each other, you should die in the inn."

Xia Houfeng did not hide his identity, with a hint of sarcasm hanging from the corner of his mouth, and with his hands behind his back, he looked at Mo Lin with dead eyes, "At Rujia restaurant yesterday, everyone said that Mo Lin, the son of the former head of the Mo family, is a waste, How unbearable it is, but I know that they are all blind, your talent is no less than Mo Jiao's, and in terms of resourcefulness and tolerance, it is even worse, but it is a pity..."

Xia Houfeng stopped suddenly, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly before saying: "Such a genius has just fallen in Chang'an City. After tonight, Mo Lin's reputation as a waste will never be washed away."

"Just because of a small holiday, Xiahou Wushuang sent twenty elite killers to kill me. It's a big deal."

There was a bit of mockery in Mo Lin's tone. These killers are well-trained and cooperate tacitly. They are not ordinary warriors. If he hadn't received special anti-terrorism training in his previous life and was careful everywhere, the four crossbowmen in the inn would have shot him dead. In addition, the arrows used by the two archers in the distance should also be specially made, otherwise it would be impossible to easily break through the defense of the iron handprint.

Originally, Mo Lin was ready for Xia Hou Wushuang to find trouble for him. In his opinion, the maid named Xiaoman was arrogant and unreasonable first. own life.But the scene in front of her proved that Mo Lin thought things too simply. If it was in private, Xiahou Wushuang might have taught him a lesson and it would have passed, but in front of so many people, how could she let it go.

"My lady is the daughter of the city lord, how noble is your status, how can you insult me? Killing you is taking advantage of you. If it wasn't for you being kicked out of the Mojia Village, if it wasn't for the sake of the ice and fire saintess, even Your father will not let it go!" Xia Houfeng stared at Mo Lin indifferently, as if killing Mo Lin was already a great kindness.

"Then I also want to thank Xiahou Wushou for his mercy?"

Mo Lin sneered, in this world where force is the most important thing, if you don't have strong power, you can only let others slaughter you. It's obviously not your fault, it's just because Xia Hou Wushuang is the daughter of the city lord, and just because you offended her, you invite someone to kill you disaster.How sad and ridiculous this is, but it is so helpless and hopeless.

"Yes, you really should... kill!"

Xia Houfeng was about to taunt a few words, when Mo Lin who was surrounded in the middle suddenly moved, his body burst into the air, and the corpse in front of him flew into the air, smashing towards an archer on the left, At the same time, the black iron knife in his hand came out and flew towards the shooter on the right.

The ear-piercing sound of arrows piercing the air suddenly sounded, and the archer on the right was fully alert, watching the flying iron knife, and using body skills, the body retreated quickly, and the sharp arrow on the bowstring was shot out.

The archer on the left was not slow to react, but judging from the speed at which the corpse flew out, he could not hit him at all, so he didn't move, and the bow and arrow were still locked on Mo Lin's body. Seeing him rushing towards him, the corner of his mouth slightly Ticking, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, the bowstring buzzed and shot straight at Mo Lin's chest.

(End of this chapter)