The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

Lin Mo wanted to dodge sideways, but the sword light seemed to be locked on him and came straight towards him.

In desperation, Lin Mo struck out with a heavy palm, slapping the blade away a little.

"Click——"

The sword light deflected and cut off a mast behind him.

Seeing the opponent raising the knife again, Lin Mo knew that he could no longer be beaten passively like this.

Gotta strike first!

next second.

Lin Mo's fists flew wildly and he went rampant, using a set of ferocious punches that completely dispersed the opponent's sword shadow.

"Want to fight me in close combat?"

Taro Ningchuan saw Lin Mo's intention.

"It's really overestimating one's abilities!"

He smiled disdainfully.

Put away the long knife immediately.

He attacked Lin Mo with several quick attacks.

"Show palm power with me?"

How could Lin Mo be afraid?

This move played into his heart.

Now he moved his waist, chest and back, using all his strength, and the force he exerted was more than a thousand kilograms.

If combined with the Dragon Tiger King Kong Jin and the Monument Opener's ferocious blow, the power would be enough to break through the limits of ordinary martial arts masters, reaching an astonishing 1,500 kilograms!

Ordinary Huajin martial arts masters simply cannot resist it.

It is also very durable and has extremely strong endurance.

Lin Mo raised his hand to greet him.

"Puff puff!"

When he struck the third palm, Taro Ningchuan suddenly closed his palm and stood up.

I only felt a slight numbness in my right arm, and my qi and blood were not flowing smoothly, and I couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

"Are you also using energy?!"

Lin Mo didn't respond.

With a shout, strength poured into the palm of his left hand.

Ningchuan Taro's eyes flashed, he raised his left palm and swatted away extremely quickly.

There was an explosion of "crack", their palms met, and both of them took a step back.

Immediately afterwards, Taro Ningchuan struck with his right palm.

Lin Mo extended his right palm to intersect with it.

The two of them swayed.

Lin Mo pretended to be defeated and immediately took two steps back, landing away from Huang Tianwu.

Huang Tianwu was about to run to the cabin.

Seeing Lin Mo looking at him, he knew he was outmatched and ran away.

However, when Lin Mo reached the level of strength, he exploded at an astonishing speed in an instant.

Just like a cheetah, it can reach it with just one pounce from a distance of three to five meters.

He turned around suddenly, grabbed Huang Tianwu's chest with his right hand, and slapped his Tianling Gai with his left palm.

This sudden rise of the rabbit and the fall of the falcon was a strange change that no one could have expected.

Seeing Lin Mo and Ningchuan Taro fighting, the situation gradually became unfavorable.

It stands to reason that his efforts to protect himself were insufficient, so how could he have turned around and attacked Huang Tianwu?

This move became too strange too fast, but Huang Tianwu was also a top dark power martial artist.

At the critical moment, he stretched out his left hand, but there was a flash of light hitting his face.

It was a spear.

The tip of the dart was blue, obviously quenched with poison.

Lin Mo ducked sideways, but missed the best opportunity to kill Huang Tianwu.

Taro Ningchuan had already rushed towards him.

Lin Mo really didn't want to waste this great opportunity, so he raised his palm and slapped Huang Tianwu on the heart.

Huang Tianwu screamed, and he suddenly flew into the air. He was knocked into the water, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

However, at this time, Ningchuan Taro's long sword had arrived.

The light of the sword is cold and the air is awe-inspiring.

Lin Mo couldn't dodge, so he stretched out his hands forward, and his palms suddenly merged.

Relying on his keen sense of the physical fire field, he actually caught the rapidly falling sword blade!

"what?!"

Taro Ningchuan was stunned.

He knew very well how fast and powerful his knife was.

However, the person in front of me caught it accurately with just his hands, without being injured at all!

How can this be? !

At this time, Lin Mo saw the Night-Zhan Knife falling on the ground.

He took advantage of Ningchuan Taro's daze to push the blade away.

Rolling on the spot, Zhanye Dao was in his hand.

The moment he held the handle of the knife, he seemed to have a special connection with it, an inexplicable feeling of blood connection.

This feeling was very strange, and it gave him a complicated emotion that he couldn't bear to let go of.

"Zhanye!"

Looking at the name carved on the handle of the knife, he whispered quietly.

With the knife in hand, Lin Mo felt heroic in his heart.

what!

With a loud roar, Lin Mo was no longer restrained.

The sword is as long as a tiger, and the momentum is condensed in this moment.

Immediately afterwards, he rushed towards Ningchuan Taro.

"Just in time!"

Taro Ningchuan was not angry but happy.

He is extremely confident in his sword skills.

He thought that Lin Mo would be killed by him soon.

He has been in China for so long, and he has yet to let the blade in his hand drink the blood of Master Huajin!

Today is your chance!

clang!clang!clang!

The fierce clash of weapons sounded at this moment.

Taro Ningchuan was a little contemptuous at first.

But after a few hard-fought moves, he suddenly felt that the person fighting him in front of him was not a human being.

More like a ferocious tiger just released from the cage!

Speaking of which, Lin Mo's sword skills are not superb.

It is just a temporary hybrid method that incorporates the power and intention of the sword to cut with one strike of the "Iai Sword Technique" and the wide open and close method of the "Breaking Gate Sword Technique".

In Ningchuan Taro's eyes, it is not a powerful sword technique.

But Lin Mo's power is really too great.

He holds the Night-Zhan Dao, which has a long blade with a cold edge and fierce sword skills.

If it were just an ordinary blade, even if it was powerful, Ningchuan Taro could definitely cut it off with one strike.

For example, the last leader of the Black Dragon Gang was killed by him.

However, the Zhan Ye in Lin Mo's hand was a rare sword, extremely sharp and indestructible.

In addition, Lin Mo was also a master of energy transformation like him, but his strength was much stronger than his own.

Under the hard fight, it was really hard to resist.

Especially Lin Mo entered the state at this moment, wielding Zhan Ye with extraordinary ferocity.

The sword is the king of weapons.

What it emphasizes is two words - bravery!

In an instant, Lin Mo had an enlightenment in his heart.

Wherever the sword is directed, it has that invincible and indomitable momentum!

The opponent gradually became unable to hold on any longer and retreated steadily.

Lin Mo's strength was too great.

There is a trend of great opening and closing.

It also means being cautious.

Taro Ningchuan, who always used exquisite sword skills to defeat enemies, was a little overwhelmed.

After a few blows, the arm holding the knife became numb.

"impossible!"

"I want to become a man from the Sword Sect!"

"How could I be defeated by a lowly Chinese like you!?"

Taro Ningchuan roared crazily.

However, no matter how hard he worked and tried to resist, he was still not as powerful as Lin Mo.

Lin Mo caught him when his old strength had just been broken and his new strength had not yet been restored, and he cut his arm with a knife.

After a successful strike, Lin Mo suddenly moved forward and struck out with another strike.

The wild and ferocious power was poured into Zhan Ye by Lin Mo at that moment.

After the sword was swung, its momentum was like a rainbow, and the sword came out like a dragon!

The terrifying sword intent poured down with powerful force.

At this time, Taro Ningchuan could no longer support himself.

He shouted angrily and raised the blade in his hand in an attempt to make a final struggle.

But it had no effect. After being struck down by Lin Mo's knife, he froze on the spot.

"Click——"

The long knife in Taro Ningchuan's hand was also a sharp weapon, but it was cut off directly by Zhan Ye!

"puff--"

Taro Ningchuan's eyes widened and he looked down in disbelief.

A line of blood suddenly appeared on his chest.

"No!"

The blood line spreads and the blood flies!

Taro Ningchuan fell suddenly!

This person is very likely to become a member of the Sword Sect in the future.

Lin Mo left him in the land of China forever!