Zhongman is not afraid of death, but Mo Lin can't help but retreat. He put away his sword, and with a "ding" spark, the two of them collided hard against each other. The Demon is indeed a good sword, and after slashing with the sharp Red Soul, it is undamaged.

Zhong Man's trick to end up with Mo Lin was avoided by Mo Lin, and he took an aggressive step, the tip of his sword pointed obliquely, and stabbed Mo Lin's leg.

Zhongman's sword connection was so delicate that Mo Lin could barely react, and he had no choice but to continue to float away.

Zhong Man refused to give Mo Lin any chance, he pressed step by step, the sword light was like lightning, and he attacked three swords in a row, Mo Lin lit up all the bright points on his shoulders, arms and wrists, and used the bright points of the wind to control the subtle spiritual energy on the sword, and he blocked three swords in a row in the retreat.

By the time he blocked the third sword, Mo Lin had already stabilized his footing, and on the side of his body, he turned the move "scratching the face" hit by the mongoose pounce into swordsmanship, and the bow leg bounced his waist, brushing the ground to counterattack a sword.

"It's good to come." Zhong Man still used the same trick as always, with a flick of his wrist, the sword bypassed Mo Lin's menacing blade like a snake, and stabbed straight into his neck.

Seeing Qing Feng and his body, the spiritual energy in Mo Lin's body exploded, the blood light on the Red Soul Sword was magnificent, and Sen Ran's murderous aura broke out, with the roar of countless undead, turned into sharp sword qi, and shot towards Zhong Man aggressively.

This time it was very sudden, Zhong Man was determined to sacrifice his life to complete the task, but the other party's sword qi still attacked, if he still didn't care about it, he was afraid that he would be cut into understanding by Mo Lin's sword qi first. As a last resort, Zhong Mantou avoided the sword qi, but he admired Mo Lin's martial arts a little in his heart, but he didn't expect him to hide it to such an extent.

Mo Lin was a little embarrassed, Zhong Man's desperate style of play really made his heart beat, he didn't want to hurt Zhong Man, let alone die, but he didn't have the strength to easily defeat Zhong Man, so he forced himself into a hurry.

With a flash of inspiration, Mo Lin had an idea in his heart, and he waved his red soul and rose up. The blood-red sword light burst out in the air, rushing straight towards Zhongman, and the spiritual energy on the sword light shot out, exploding a cloud of blood mist.

Zhong Man hit a fierce spirit, and deftly flashed, avoiding the sword qi.

The Red Soul's sword qi didn't hit the target, and it slammed into the path at Zhongman's feet, and the rubble flew out indiscriminately.

No matter how subtle the skill is, it can't exert its power under the pressure of absolute power. Mo Lin didn't give Zhong Man any respite at all, and a powerful spiritual energy condensed on the blade of the Red Soul Sword, and one after another sword qi swept out, suppressing Zhong Man like a storm.

The two of them are on the path, and the space that can dodge is really limited, and if one is not careful, he will fall into the abyss, and Zhongman is miserable by Mo Lin's rogue style of keeping a distance, and he is tired of parrying.

"When did he have such powerful spiritual powers, could it be that he had colluded with demon beasts a long time ago? But this is clearly the cultivation method of the seven chakras, how can the demon beast understand? Zhong Man's heart was full of doubts, and his Demon Sword flew in the air, picking off or knocking away the sword qi emitted by Mo Lin one by one, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Mo Lin's offensive was like a tide, sending out five or six sword qi like a hurricane, and then he pounced forward, jumped up to a high place and pounced downward, which was exactly a move hit by the mongoose pounce, "condescending", his body shrunk into a ball, and only the sharp blade of the red soul was used as a striker, stabbing down sharply.

Zhongman's sword is like a long rainbow, and he instantly slammed out six swords in the air, sweeping away all the sword qi of the six attacks, and then fighting the sword above his head, seeing Mo Lin's coming, the pale yellow spiritual energy on the blade flashed, and the sword soared three feet, which was equal to the length of the demon's sword body, and suddenly slashed up from the bottom up, and the sword blade brought endless killing intent, wanting to split Mo Lin in two sections.

The sword is fierce and murderous. Mo Lin was in the air, and he could only fight hard to avoid it, but he didn't have any reaction, and saw Zhongman's sword sweeping by, cutting his body from the middle and turning it into two.

Zhongman didn't expect this blow to be so easy to succeed, and the few sets of back moves he had prepared couldn't be used. But not a drop of blood flowed from the severed Mo Lin's body, trembling twice, and disappeared out of thin air.

"Afterimage!" Zhong Man was shocked, knowing that he was confused. But before he could react, Mo Lin had already appeared ghostly.

Fang Cai's sword qi was just a trick to cover his eyes, and it was Mo Lin's afterimage that jumped up and attacked. This was originally Biluo's Wind Scarred Moon Shadow's trick, but after Mo Lin lit up the Wind Bright Point, he practiced hard for a while, and he could only create an afterimage, which happened to be used in the battle with Zhongman.

Zhong Man's reaction was not unpleasant, his demon had already been raised, but the blade of the red soul was a little faster for a moment, and the blade was against Zhong Man's throat, as long as he advanced a little more than half an inch, he would be splattered with blood on the spot.

"Kill me." Zhongman said sadly.

Mo Lin shook his head, the red soul in his hand shook, and the spine of the sword bent, knocking on the back of Zhongman's head like a knife, knocking him unconscious.

"Huh......" Mo Lin let out a slight breath, and his eyes fell on the three musketeers.

Tang Chuan stood at the front, Zhang Junyan barely showed half of his body behind him, and as for Nie Renlong, he could only land beside the two of them, standing on tiptoe and not seeing what was happening.

"Thank you." Tang Chuan said with difficulty.

Mo Lin knew what he meant, but he didn't respond, he just raised his red soul and said, "You have your tasks, and I have my grievances." Since there is no way to explain it clearly, there is only one war. ”

Tang Chuan's lips moved, but he finally didn't say anything. There was a rattling sound from the wooden box on his back, and there was a sudden change in front of Mo Lin.

"This is ......" Mo Lin watched in amazement as two cannons rose from the wooden box, one on the left and one on the right, on Tang Chuan's shoulders.

"Not good!" When you see the artillery Mo Lin, you know that something is wrong, and it will be bad if you don't start before the artillery bombardment.

The red soul shook, and a spiritual sword qi came out from the blade and shot towards Tang Chuan.

Tang Chuan's hands were moving quickly on the straps on his shoulders, it seemed that he was manipulating the artillery, and he hung his head, as if he didn't care about Mo Lin's sword qi.

Zhang Junyan, who was revealing half of his body behind him, moved, and the bronze mirror in his hand stretched out, just blocking Mo Lin's sword qi.

"Ding!" With a crisp sound, the bronze mirror was not shattered by the sword qi as Mo Lin imagined, but reflected the sword qi back.

The sword qi roared and reflected back, and it went straight to Mo Lin's front door, and Mo Lin hurriedly swung his sword away. The sword qi shot diagonally into the air, and soon disappeared without a trace.

"It seems that this mirror is his magic weapon." Mo Lin saw that Zhang Junyan's bronze mirror could reflect sword qi, and he no longer attacked from a distance, he exerted force under his feet, and rushed forward with an arrow step, and the red soul conjured up a little cold light, the goal was to cut off the straps on Tang Chuan's shoulders and make him lose the means to control the wooden box.

"Buzzing ......" Before Mo Lin could get closer, a strange sound rang out, and then Mo Lin saw a dark cloud flying out of the wooden box.

Mo Lin's eyes were sharp, and at a glance, he saw that the dark cloud was composed of dozens of tiny flies densely packed together, all of which were made of stainless steel, flapping their wings as thin as cicada wings, and making a strange sound towards Mo Lin.

"What is this?" Mo Lin's footsteps were forced to slow down, and the red soul slashed diagonally, slashing towards the flying flies.

"Bang bang bang!" There was a loud bang, and as soon as the blade of the Red Soul touched it, the swarm of mechanical flies exploded one after another.

The fly has a powerful explosive hidden in its body, which can be exploded by the slightest contact, and it is a swarm of extremely dangerous mobile bombs.

Mo Lin was on guard in his heart, and when the explosion exploded, he moved backwards, but he was also disgraced by the smoke and dust generated by the explosion.

Having gained this moment of precious time, Tang Chuan had already adjusted the artillery on his shoulders.

The sound of the cannon barrel was the sound of the machine starting to operate, and the sound of Mo Lin was strange, regardless of the smoke from the explosion, the red soul waved, and a stream of spiritual energy swept out, sweeping away the smoke and approaching the past again.

As soon as the footsteps landed, there was another explosion.

Mo Lin's left foot hurt like a fire, and he hurriedly retreated, only to find that the ground was covered with mechanical cockroaches at some point. Like mechanical flies, they explode as soon as an external force is applied.

The straw sandals on Mo Lin's left foot and the half-cut leg of his left leg were all turned into ashes, but fortunately, his body was strong, and it was already full of psionic protection, so that his leg would not be blown off.

In the face of Tang Chuan's endless gadgets, Mo Lin really couldn't cry or laugh. And at this time, the artillery on Tang Chuan's shoulder finally roared.

"Bang bang!" With two loud bangs, Tang Chuan half-squatted on the ground, and the cannons on his shoulders spit out two fireballs, heading straight for Mo Lin.

The path was so narrow that Mo Lin couldn't dodge it except to jump upwards. And behind him is Zhu Pingman, who is fighting fiercely with the three elders of the Mo family, if Mo Lin dodges, it will be equivalent to letting the cannonball bombard Zhu Pingman's back, and he will never do this.

Mo Lin gritted his teeth, stared at the bombardment, raised the red soul in his hand, and flew up to meet it.

Tang Chuan's face showed joy, the shell of this artillery was a special scattered flower shell, if Mo Lin used a sword to split, it would be just in the middle of it. The split cannonball will burst out with even greater power, shooting countless small shrapnel and turning Mo Lin into a hornet's nest.

However, Tang Chuan was happy, but there was also a trace of regret. He didn't know how Mo Lin was with the three-tailed civet cat, but he still remembered the deep impression that Mo Lin left on him during the ink exam.

"It's a pity that a talent." Tang Chuan watched Mo Lin make a move, waiting for the moment when the cannonball exploded.

To Tang Chuan's surprise, Mo Lin did not split the cannonball, but chose a way that he had not thought of.

The blade of the Red Soul was about to split into the cannonball, and the blade suddenly circled from top to bottom, and the head and tail were connected and buckled into a circle.

Mo Lin used this circle, which was slightly smaller than the diameter of the cannonball, to copy it at the bottom of the menacing cannonball. His power was very gentle, just the right amount to change the direction of the cannonball, draw a parabola, and go straight down the cliff.

Mo Lin concocted it neatly, threw out another cannonball, and then floated back to the spot under Tang Chuan's stunned gaze.

Tang Chuan frowned, his fingers tugged at the belt, the wooden box rattled again, and two shells filled into the barrel.

Where is Mo Lin willing to give him another chance, volleying over those nasty mechanical cockroaches on the ground, the red soul blood is flourishing, and it rushes straight to Tang Chuan.

Zhang Junyan's bronze mirror waved to block Mo Lin, but the red soul changed its shape, and suddenly elongated into a sharp spike, which crossed the barrier of the bronze mirror and stabbed Tang Chuan's chest, with the goal of cutting off the belt on his shoulder.

At this moment, a figure behind Tang Chuan jumped up, raised his hands, and a huge gray cloth bag fell into the air. Mo Lin immediately felt a huge suction, causing the red soul to involuntarily change direction, and was attracted to crash into the cloth bag.

"What is this?" Mo Lin was taken aback, the bright spots on his wrist shone brightly, the spiritual energy skyrocketed, and the spiral spiritual energy burst out from the blade of the sword, blowing up a strong wind.

The strong wind exploded, counteracting the huge suction, and Mo Lin hurriedly retracted his sword and fell back to the same place.

Nie Renlong descended from the sky to protect Tang Chuan's body, and the mouth of a huge gray cloth bag was open between his hands. The mouth of the bag was pitch black, and I didn't know what was inside

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