Devouring Heaven Sword God

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"Enlightened?"

"Qingquan practice qualifications?"

"Legacy of swordsmanship?"

Mo Wentian smiled, and Tian Hu and Xiao Yan beside him also grinned smirkly, their eyes stared at the dryness, some mockery, and some disdain.

Emperor Wudi, need to listen to the insight of a swordsman who the sword emperor has not reached?

As for Lingquan's qualifications for cultivation, he didn't really care if he asked the sky. The Mo family had spiritual veins. Cultivation in spiritual veins was not much worse than this spiritual spring.

As for the last prefecture swordsmanship ...

"Earth-level swordsmanship can also be called inheritance?"

There was a touch of play abuse in the corner of his mouth, and in his mind, the sky-level swordsmanship had no interest in practicing, let alone the level-level swordsmanship.

"That ... you call Kulai, right?"

Looking at the dry front, Mo Wentian asked with a smile.

"Yes!"

He frowned and nodded.

Seeing Mo Wentian's mischievous eyes, the heart suddenly withered, and somehow had a bad premonition.

"Six divisions in the wasteland are already pretty good!"

After walking around for two laps, Mo Wentian nodded with satisfaction, and then smiled and said, "I give you a chance, surrender me to Mo Tian, ​​how about I let you join my sword king's court?"

"Jingwang Pavilion?"

"give me a chance?"

He came to a halt, and the others looked at Mo Wentian with a miserable look.

Is there such a force in the fairy sword city?

"This sword king's court is a class of forces. How have I never heard of it!"

"It should be a small third-class force!"

"The third-class forces also dare to invite the dead, isn't this looking for death?"

...

A group of people looked at Mo Wentian, sneered, and didn't grasp the good opportunities. Now they went to invite Kulai, who is Kulai, that is the strong man of God.

Not to mention a third-class force, even if it is a second-class force, it has not been taken into account.

"Boy, you want to invite me to join the sword king's pavilion ... ha ha ha ..."

Looking at Mo Wentian, Kulai suddenly burst into laughter, and then said with disdain: "Boy, do you know what is the power of my God?"

"What forces?"

Mo Wentian asked with a smile.

"Wait!"

"Boy, do you know what a first-class power is, for a first-class power, there are only two in the entire Fairy Sword City. Even if the people in my gangster kill you, the elders in the door won't care!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, his face was arrogant.

"Such awesome ..."

Mo Wentian smiled evil, and then smiled and said: "So you don't want this opportunity!"

"opportunity!"

The withered face completely cooled down.

He has already spoken of the strength of the Tiansha Gang, but Mo Wentian, but he still invites him to what **** sword king court, this is no longer ignorance, but ...

Naked provocation.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, the dry and cold words.

"This kid is to die for himself!"

"Dare to talk to Kulai so, he's finished!"

"poor child……"

...

A group of people looked at Mo Wentian with sneer in their eyes.

Arrogance, ignorance!

"Boss, this kid is too arrogant ..."

Xiao Yan's voice sounded in Mo Wentian's mind again. If Mo Wentian stopped him, he would have shot it and killed the shit.

"No hurries?"

Mo Wentian smiled indifferently. It has been a day since he entered Xianjianmen. The second-class forces in the whole city, he hit dozens of houses, and the first-class forces were also attracted!

But now, Beggetton has not appeared.

There was only one possibility. His request was a bit troublesome!

In other words ...

What he wanted to enter the Sixiangmen was rejected by the Sixiangmen's sword king!

"I must go in, and not come out, then I will hit you out!"

With a cold smile, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly cooled down.

"I don't ask God, the first-class sword King Pavilion was established!"

In front of the inn, looking at a group of disciples of Xianjianmen who were talking about it, Mo Wentian's arrogant voice suddenly sounded in the void.

"The Sword King Pavilion was established. It turned out that the Sword King Pavilion was just established by this boy!"

"This boy is too arrogant. He just came to Xianjianmen and dared to form a force!"

"The forces that have just been set up invite Brother Kulai, this is all about death ..."

...

Suddenly, the front of the inn was extremely noisy. A group of people looked at Mo Wentian and looked at the theater with their faces.

The withered face also gloomed instantly.

Sword King Court was established.

Mo Wentian This is, playing him as a monkey!

"Boy, you said you want to establish a first-class force?"

It seemed to remember something, and suddenly he looked at Mo Wentian with a mockery.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Wentian looked dry and frowned.

"Boy, do you know the conditions for the establishment of first-class forces, why do you think that cats and dogs can also establish first-class forces?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Kulai's eyes were full of ridicule.

"What conditions?"

Mo Wentian asked miserably.

"Boy, if you don't know then I'll tell you!"

"In the fairy sword city, if you want to establish a first-class force, you must have a true disciple, and among the first-class forces, you must have a swordsman of Tianhejing and ten swordsmen with sword soul or higher."

Looked at Mo Wentian, withered expression.

"True disciple?"

Mo Wentian laughed, and then a flash of light flashed in his hand, a waist card appeared in the palm of Mo Wentian.

"Elder Beg's Identity Card!"

A group of people exclaimed, and Mo Wentian's waist card was Beggarton.

"What's your relationship with Elder Beggar?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, he asked coldly.

"Little guy, the elder beggar said it himself. With this name card, he can directly become a true disciple, you said ..."

"Will my requirements be met?"

Don't ask Tian Xiaoxiao said.

"Become a true disciple directly!"

The noise in front of the inn was extremely loud, and a group of people looked at the dead, and finally knew why the first-class forces of Tiansha would come to invite Mo Wentian directly.

Beginning to become a true disciple, this is the first column in the fairy sword gate.

"Even if you become a true disciple, can your sword king's other requirements be met?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, he calmly said.

"other requirements?"

Mo Wentian smiled faintly, and then suddenly said in a cold voice: "Xiao Xun, whoever comes today, who dare not surrender, then kill!"

"killed?"

A group of people looked at Mo Wentian with a stunned look.

But the next moment, everyone's face changed.

"Roar……"

A roar came, and saw an extremely fierce breath, suddenly burst out violently, in front of the inn, a dozen tens of feet of ice, suddenly appeared.

"Boss, I have endured this kid for a long time ..."

Xiao Yan's excited voice sounded in Mo Wentian's mind, and saw Xiao Yan's trick to draw the tail and draw it directly towards the dead.

"How is this going?"

"The monster at the third peak, my god!"

"Run away!"

...

Some third-class forces who watched the bustle rushed quickly, and even a dozen second-class forces looked at Bingmoo with a look of expression on their faces, and then quickly retreated.

"The monster at the third peak, how can you possibly have a monster at the third peak?"

With so many eyes, Kulai's eyes are full of magical monsters with the third-level peaks, at least as good as the swordsman of Tianhe Realm.

"Roar roar ..."

"Booming ..."

The tail of the cormorant drew madly.

"White Tiger Soul!"

"Ancient swordsmanship!"

A flood of meanings spread, and withered hands, a cyan sword and purple sword qi appeared, transforming into a few huge white tigers, rushing towards Xiaoyan.

"The ants dare and shake the giant elephant ..."

Seeing Bai Hu rushing, Xiao Yan smiled disdainfully, a few paws, directly tore the White Tiger to pieces.

"puff……"

There was a spit of blood from the withered mouth, and it was shattered by the small cricket, but it was the withered white tiger sword soul.

Sword soul was wounded, and his withered body also suffered minor injuries.

"Submit, or die!"

Mo Wentian's cold voice came out, and the withered body shuddered slightly. I saw Xiaoyu, blocking directly on his retreat.