Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 77
Mo Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, the black iron knife came out of its sheath, and slashed at Xiahou Wushuang's shoulders.

Xiahou Wushuang didn't dodge or dodge, and the indestructible golden body shone brightly, facing Mo Lin's iron knife.

A tooth-piercing sound resounded in the air. The blade of the black iron knife slashed on the golden body, like cutting on an iron wall, sputtering out sparks, but it didn't break the defense!However, it stopped Xiahou Wushuang's attack and knocked her back half a step.

"What a strong defense!"

Mo Lin was secretly surprised. He used [-]% of his strength for this knife. He thought he could smash the golden body, but he only cut a crack.

Xiahou Wushuang was even more surprised. She struck out the sword first, but Mo Lin's saber came later. With just one move, she knew that she was a bit slower than Mo Lin in speed. What's more, she was actually knocked back by the blow. You know, the Immortal Golden Body can not only defuse damage, but also rebound attacks. Judging from Mo Lin's movement of withdrawing the knife, he seems not to be affected at all.

But Xiahou Wushuang was not worried. With the indestructible golden body, she was already invincible. It was only a matter of time before Mo Lin could be defeated. After all, the soul energy of a first-level martial artist was more than ten times that of a martial artist. Even if it consumes him, it can consume him to death. What's more, the short sword she uses is still a low-grade spiritual weapon. As long as it touches the black iron knife, it can be chopped off. Without the knife, Molin's fate can only be arbitrary. butchered.

With this in mind, Xiahou Wushuang drew out her sword again. She practiced a set of low-grade mysterious combat skills. The nimble blue short sword flew up and down like a spirit snake. It couldn't leave Mo Lin's vital points. In the air, the sword light crisscrossed, Layers of blue sword nets were woven, and the raging sword energy was like a snake letter spit out by a poisonous snake, making a hissing sound.

After seeing the powerful defense of Xiahou Wushuang's martial soul, Mo Lin no longer rushed for success, but chose a cautious and conservative style of play. He controlled the movement of the soul energy in his body, and the black iron knife tried to avoid contact with Xiahou Wushuang's dagger , Attack the Immortal Golden Body with different strengths to test its defense and rebound power.

"Compared to the Soul Refining Bell, the rebound power of this immortal golden body hovers between 30% and 50%. It seems that we can try to break it with one blow!"

Xiahou Wushuang claimed to be the first person in Chang'an, and Mo Lin had to be more careful, especially this completely unfamiliar martial spirit. Now, he has tested the power of the indestructible golden body, and he will not keep it anymore. Suddenly he threw the black iron knife in his hand into the air.

"What is he going to do?"

Seeing Mo Lin throwing the knife out suddenly, everyone's eyes trembled. As soon as they were shocked, a slender beam of light suddenly shot out from Mo Lin's waist, meeting Xiahou Wushuang's blue eyes. dagger.

Xiahou Wushuang was also puzzled by Mo Lin's behavior of throwing the knife before, but she didn't let down her vigilance. When she saw the long and slender road, she immediately understood what he meant.

"So you have a second knife, and you want to use it to divert my attention, dreaming!"

The blue sword net that filled the sky disappeared, turning into a streak of sword light to meet the very thin blade shadow.

However, at the moment when the swords collided, Xia Hou Wushuang felt that the surrounding air was suddenly filled with an invisible murderous intent, as if thousands of sharp blades were cutting towards her body at the same time, making her unable to hide. It was unavoidable, but the brilliance of the knife she saw before her eyes became blurred.

"how so!"

Fear never before poured into Xia Hou Wushuang's soul, and told her directly that her best choice at this time was to defend with all her strength, and it was impossible to resist the knife with her martial soul alone, but her body's reaction was far behind. Subconsciously, in desperation, she could only shake her head violently, trying to divert her body from the most dangerous path of the sword light.

Zheng!
With a clear sound, the low-grade spiritual weapon, the blue dagger was split into two, and was cut off by the peerless blade light.

laugh!
There was a sound like cloth being torn, and a slender opening appeared in the immortal golden body, and the knife light broke through the opening!

puff!
Blood gushed out from Xiahou Wushuang's left shoulder, and with a groan of pain, he stepped back a dozen steps before standing still, his face full of shock.

The surroundings fell into dead silence again.

The vast majority of people in the arena didn't see clearly what that cold light was, but the few who saw it clearly were more shocked than those who didn't.

They didn't face Mo Lin's saber intent directly, and they couldn't feel Xiahou Wushuang's feeling of being in a dilemma. In their line of sight, they only saw a saber light flying from Mo Lin's waist, and the speed of that saber light was not fast. If it were any martial artist with the cultivation base of the Soul Origin Realm, he should be able to dodge it easily, but Xiahou Wushuang stood there motionless like a fool, just tilted his head, and let the knife light slash at him. himself.

How could this be?
Everything happened in a flash, no one understood what happened except Xia Houchao.

"Sword Intent, this is actually Sword Intent!"

An unprecedented shock and joy flooded Xia Houchao's heart.

He even forgot to take care of the injured Xia Hou Wushuang, he stood up from the chair involuntarily, and was about to say something, but when he found that everyone around him was staring at him suspiciously, he woke up suddenly and sat down slowly. went back.

But in his heart, he could no longer maintain peace.

"This guy, no wonder he is so arrogant, he actually comprehended the sword intent. A mere tenth-level martial artist can have this comprehension, let alone in Yunlan Kingdom, even in the Black Dragon Empire, he is a rare genius. No matter what, I want to To win him over, is he a genius child of which big family in the imperial city?"

In Xia Houchao's mind, Mo Lin must have come from a wealthy family in the imperial city. His purpose of participating in the Martial Arts Association should be a whim, and he thought it was fun, so he wore a mask, and he didn't want to show his true colors to others.

At this moment, Xia Houchao was full of thoughts. He had long forgotten about Xia Houjun being killed, and even Xiahou Wushuang being injured. His mind was full of pictures of how to use Mo Lin to enter the circle of nobles in the imperial city in the future. .

The Tibetan Fengdao was already in its sheath, and the black iron knife in mid-air quickly fell down, and Mo Lin took it into his hand again. He glanced at the half of the sword head on the ground, and Mo Lin knew that his guess was right, that one had a similar smell to the Tibetan Fengdao. The short sword of breath is indeed a spiritual weapon.

"Only you are worthy of instructing me to practice?"

Mo Lin didn't take the opportunity to attack and kill Xiahou Wushuang, although he believed that if he used Phantom Mistracking at this moment, he could definitely kill her before anyone came to help him, but seeing Xiahou Wushuang's shocked face, he softened his heart up.

This is the thought of the previous life at work.

In the previous life, women were weak, at least inferior to men in terms of strength. What Mo Lin looked down on the most were those men who beat women. In this world, although there are many women who are strong in martial arts, some are even stronger than most men, but In Mo Lin's subconscious, he still can't change the cognition of his previous life.

(End of this chapter)