0073 Pressing Forward

readx;? Many of the onlookers screamed, although some people had already guessed Merlin's strength, but guessing was a guess after all, and seeing it with their own eyes was completely different. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

It's a pity that Mo Lin, who was supposed to shine, couldn't hide their brilliance after all because of the appearance of Mo Jiao, Mo Chen, and Mo Shuang, three Soul Yuan Realm powerhouses, no matter how talented they were.

Merlin didn't have time to figure out the minds of the onlookers.

The Xuantie knife was like a broken bamboo, carrying the Dao Dao Thunder Light and slashing straight down.

"I can't help myself. ā€

Mo Chen snorted coldly, slapped a palm forward, and the wind cyclone flying around his body moved with his palm, turning into a palm shadow more than one meter high and slapping out directly, slapping directly on Mo Lin's blade, causing his falling iron knife to bounce back in an instant.

"The owner of the elemental martial soul is best at long-range attacks, with the help of the power of the martial soul, the soul element in the body is attracted to form a gangjin, and the power is far stronger than that of ordinary martial artists. ā€

Feeling the shock from his arm, Mo Lin secretly said in his heart, but this is not the first time he has fought with a martial artist, when he was in the cave, the first-level martial artist Zhou Hongwen wanted to kill him, Mo Lin had resisted a few moves, and now he has entered the tenth-level martial artist, his strength and speed have reached a higher level, although it is impossible to surpass the martial artist, but it will never be as embarrassed as last time.

"Thunder Light Movie!"

Merlin swung and slashed again, his sword clean and crisp, without the slightest pause.

"Break it for me!"

Mo Chen roared, he thought that Mo Lin would be injured by the move just now, but he didn't expect to only take two steps back and attack again, with the strength of his Soul Yuan Realm, it was undoubtedly a shame, and the flying wind vortex raged and condensed, turning into a huge dust fist and striking out.

"Thunder in all directions!"

The iron knife turned into eight sword shadows, each of which was entangled with dozens of thunder lights, like an eight-headed beast, instantly tearing apart the shadow of the Wind Fist of the ink dust, and at the same time, Merlin let out a loud shout, his left hand became a palm, and he slapped out-

"Iron Handprint!"

A black handprint more than half a meter high was like a diamond iron palm, imprinted on Mo Chen's chest.

Feeling the iron-blooded chill emanating from this palm, everyone's faces changed.

"Xuan-level martial arts?"

Mo Chen's pupils contracted suddenly, his hands crossed his chest in the shape of a cross, and the whirlpool of wind around him also condensed on his arms, forming a thick layer of protection.

Disheveled!

There was a muffled sound, and the black handprints were heavily imprinted on Mo Chen's arm, and he was shocked and moved backwards more than two meters away.

Mo Chen's face was pale, although he only withdrew two meters, but he was a martial artist of the Soul Yuan Realm, and just now he ridiculed Mo Lin for being vulnerable and a poor reptile, but now he was repelled by a reptile, which was simply a great shame.

"I want you dead!" Mo Chen shouted violently, "The wind and clouds are whirling!"

The gathered cyclone exploded like fireworks, turning into a series of visible blades of air that swooped down on Merlin.

"I don't think so. ā€

Merlin's eyes narrowed slightly, everything in front of him instantly became slow and clear in his consciousness, and his divine consciousness poured into the knife through his arm, and the air blade that shot out seemed to become the light and shadow reflected by the soul refining bell, and in the direction where the light and shadow flew, Merlin took out the knife again.

"Thunder in all directions!"

It was still a one-move thunderbolt, but the momentum of this move was at least twice as powerful as before, and when the blade slashed into the storm of air blades, it was like throwing a boulder into the calm lake, and the ripples formed a vacuum, shattering the surrounding air blades in an instant.

Mo Chen's pupils contracted sharply, and a dangerous aura rushed to his heart, and he felt as if Merlin's knife had turned into an irresistible ancient beast, swinging its sharp claws and lunging towards him.

Out of instinctive instinct for danger, Ink Dust took a step back.

"Iron Handprint!"

Before Mo Chen's body could stand firmly, Mo Lin's iron handprint had arrived again, and he could only raise his arms to protect his chest, and his body was shocked back two steps.

"Thunder in all directions!"

Mo Lin took a step forward, raised his knife and slashed again, and used the strongest move in the Thunder Eight Directions for the third time, Mo Chen wanted to condense the power of the martial soul to resist, but his intuition told him that this knife was by no means comparable to himself, and in desperation, he could only retreat and dodge.

"Iron Handprint!"

Ink dust resisted with both arms, and was then shaken back.

"Thunder in all directions!"

......

On the stage, a dramatic scene appeared.

Mo Lin, who only has the strength of a tenth-level martial artist, has a palm in the knife, a knife in the palm, a knife after a palm, a palm followed a knife, pressing step by step, and Mo Chen, who has the strength of a martial artist, was forced to retreat step by step, only with the power to parry, without any counterattack, and looked stupid at all around.

"How so!"

"How is it possible that Mo Lin actually forced Mo Chen to retreat?"

"Fight back, ink dust, fight back!

No one expected that the duel between the two would be like this.

The Soul Yuan Realm and the Chong Pulse Realm are not at the same level at all, and the fight between the two is like a strong adult man facing an eight- or nine-year-old child, no matter how strong the child is, it is impossible to fight an adult.

However, the impossible has become possible here, no matter how anxious others are, Mochen is completely suppressed and unable to fight back!

Compared with the incomprehension and anxiety of others, Mo Tianhu was even more shocked and speechless.

He was a powerhouse of the Soul Yuan Realm, his perception was far sharper than that of ordinary people, and from Merlin's attack, he had captured something indescribable. He felt that with Merlin's sword, there seemed to be countless more void sword shadows in the surrounding air, these knife shadows were confusing, disorganized, but everywhere, as if they were hidden between heaven and earth, just summoned by Merlin's knife.

"Is this ...... Knife intent?"

"Impossible!"

Mo Tianhu instantly denied his guess, the sword intent was unruly, even a martial artist-level powerhouse could hardly comprehend, Mo Lin was only a tenth-level martial artist, how could he touch that most mysterious threshold.

Mo Qingshan's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance when he saw Mo Lin's performance, different from Mo Tianhu's doubts, when Mo Lin made the first slash, he realized how lucky his son was.

"Good boy, I actually comprehended the sword intent, it seems that I really don't need my father's protection in the future. ā€

Mo Qingshan exhaled slowly, his heart finally relaxed, and he looked at his son with a satisfied expression. With the sword intent, coupled with the Xuan-level martial arts iron handprint, it is only a matter of time before he wants to defeat Mo Chen, not to mention, until now, Mo Lin has not released the martial soul, which can be one of the most powerful martial souls in the world, although he has not yet carried out his natal awakening, but Mo Qingshan knows that people who have this kind of martial soul are best at protracted battles.

Glancing at Mo Tianhu, a faint sarcasm appeared in Mo Qingshan's eyes.

"Ahh

Mo Chen was suppressed by Mo Lin and retreated, letting out an angry roar, he condensed the martial soul storm again and again, but he was all shattered by Mo Lin, like a fierce beast trapped in an iron cage, no matter how much strength he had.