Demon Sword God

"Hahahaha - I told you, it's up to you!! Hahahaha..." Master Paka threw aside the Satoch in his hand, took the huge bow and arrow from the hands of his men, and pulled it up

The bowstring was aimed at Mu Lin's throat.

"I didn't want to kill you, but you asked for it." He suddenly let go of his hand, pointed the sharp arrow at Mu Lin's throat with a piercing scream, and rushed over without emotion. Mu Lin did not stop.

As he moved forward, he just looked at Sartochi groaning on the ground from a distance, nodded slightly, and gave an apologetic look.

When we meet, we will always face separation...

But, I can no longer be by your side... Qingqing's figure suddenly flashed before Mu Lin's eyes.

Feeling the cold light getting closer and closer before his eyes, Mu Lin's heart felt as calm as water for a moment.

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"That's enough, please be quiet."

An old and serious voice suddenly sounded slowly in everyone's ears. Time seemed to stop for a moment, and everything fell into stillness. The arrow flying towards Mu Lin was frozen the moment it touched the skin of Mu Lin's neck.

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A magical force hit the sharp arrow, and the sharp arrow scratched Mu Lin's skin and brought out a few drops of blood. Then time returned to normal in an instant, and the arrow, which had lost its direction, flew to one side and suddenly plunged into a boulder.

Bang - the arrow body with its head stuck into the boulder trembled a few times and stopped moving.

"What...what's going on!" Master Paka was stunned for a moment.

Feeling a slight pain in his neck, Mu Lin hurriedly touched it with his hand. Although he felt a small wound, there was no blood on his hand.

"I declare -" Prophet Elro suddenly stood up from the ground, holding a parchment scroll stained with blood above his head with one hand.

"Mu Lin • Sawyer, from now on, will be officially selected to become the only direct descendant of Sword Master Aiklin."

The faint voice was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present in an instant.

The entire open space fell silent for an instant.

"Impossible!" Master Parka's sharp voice broke the calm momentarily.

"How is it possible! How is it possible! He doesn't even have fighting spirit! I am the sixth level! Sixth level!!! Impossible!" Master Paka rolled down the boulder with an expression of disbelief and rushed towards Mu Lin.

passed.

"Impossible, how could it be you! I'm going to kill you!" With a swipe, he pulled out another scimitar from his waist, and Master Paka slashed it at Mu Lin.

"I said, be quiet." Prophet Ero's tone was very calm. He raised the vortex-headed staff slightly, and the invisible material pressed down from the air in an instant, pressing Master Paka's body hard to the ground. Paka

The young master struggled desperately, but in vain.

"This is his will and the decision of the spirit of all things. No one can change it! Mu Lin, come here." Prophet Erro nodded to Mu Lin. Mu Lin looked confused and didn't know what happened, but still

He followed the instructions of Prophet Elo and walked over.

Prophet Elo handed the sheepskin scroll in his hand to Mullin's hand.

"Kneel down."

Mu Lin, who seemed to suddenly understand something, knelt down quietly.

"Are you willing to accept the inheritance of Sword Master Aiklin?" Prophet Erro's expression was as serious as ever.

"I...I am willing." Mu Lin understood that this might be what Prophet Elo said, the only way to restore fighting spirit. Although he was ashamed not to know the sword master named Aiklin that Prophet Elo was talking about.

Whoever he is, he doesn’t know what kind of difficulties he will face in the future. Now Mu Lin just wants power and wants to become stronger.