Devouring Heaven Sword God

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Chapter 1093: Four Strength

"Boy, it's ridiculous to want me to surrender you to a little mid-term king of ants!"

"Tenniu Sword: Cut!"

Mo Wentian's arrogant voice came, Yuan Yuan's eyes were terrifying.

With a cold drink, holding the two swords of Tianniu, he cut away towards Mowentian again.

"Old miscellaneous, you really can't let go of the Yellow River!"

"Shenlongquan!"

Looking at Yuan Po's sword again, Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly.

In the void, Nine Mo Wentian shot with a punch.

"Roar ..."

With Mo Wutian's fist shot, there seems to be an ancient peerless dragon, roaring out of Mo Wutian's fist.

The billowing punches came out of the vastness and looked terrible from a distance.

"Boy, my twin swords, but a perfect artifact of the king level, you should just punch out!"

"You're looking for death!"

Watching Mo Wentian greeted him with a punch, Yuan Po burst into laughter instantly.

It looked as if I had heard the funniest joke this time.

"Ha ha ha ha ... this kid must have thought that he could block the Lord of the City with his fist!"

"I look at the boy, and today is about to die in his arrogant death!"

"It's so arrogant that you deserve it!"

"Under the sword of the Lord, this boy is afraid that even the soul cannot escape!"

...

Listening to Yuan Po's ridiculous voice, countless warriors also laughed.

Looking at Mo Wentian, their eyes were full of disdain.

"Hmm ..."

"boom……"

The next moment, in the void, nine Mowentian and nine directions came towards Yuan.

"not good!"

"This is the kid's clone!"

Yuan Po cut off with a sword and saw Mo Wentian's figure in the void disappeared instantly.

Suddenly, Yuan Po's heart raised a bad feeling.

It was just a avatar of Mo Wentian. In the void, there were eight Mo Wentians banging towards themselves.

Yuan Po stunned God a little, returned to God, and quickly blocked the Tianniu Sword in front of him.

But how could two Tianniu Swords block eight Mowentian.

"How old?"

"This emperor has long reminded you, don't make unnecessary struggles!"

"Taste the flavor of Shenlongquan of the Emperor!"

The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a light.

Looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and a wicked smile spread instantly.

"boom……"

The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and eight Mo Wentian came directly to Yuan Pohong.

Undoubtedly, Yuan Po's body flew upside down.

"puff……"

A bite of blood spit out from Yuan Po's mouth.

"Master Lord is defeated! Master Lord is defeated in the hands of this kid!"

"How is this possible? Isn't this boy's cultivation not in the middle of the heavenly king?"

"How can this kid be so strong?"

"Is the Lord Lord really not able to fight this kid?"

"The Lord of the City can't fight him. Who among us can fight against him?"

...

Watching Yuan broke down and flew out, countless warriors, slightly surprised, returned to God.

Looking at Mo Wentian, every figure was full of horror.

"Boy, you ..."

"How can you be so strong?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Po's eyes were full of horror.

You know, Mo Wentian's cultivation, but in the middle of the king, and he is a powerful man of the king.

He thought that even if he could not stop the eight avatars of Mo Wentian, he could not be injured by virtue of his physique.

What he didn't know was that Mo Wentian's punch was just less than 50% of his strength.

If Mo Wentian had displayed 80% of his power, he would have become a dead body.

"Old miscellaneous, you really are a frog at the bottom of the well, but this Emperor has exerted his power, but 40% to 50%!"

"You feel that the Emperor is strong. If the Emperor is 70% to 80% off, wouldn't you kneel down and worship the Emperor?"

Mo Wentian looked at Yuan Po, his face was full of evil smiles, and his face was arrogant.

"But 40-50%?"

"This is impossible?"

"No, boy, you hide Xiuwei!"

Nana whispered in her mouth, suddenly, it seemed to think of something, Yuan Po's eyes flashed a cold mang.

The next moment, looking at Mo Wentian, said coldly.

"Hidden cultivation?"

"Old miscellaneous, this emperor is the mid-term state of Heavenly King!"

After hearing the words, Mo Wentian's evil smile rose even more intensely.

Looking at Yuan Po, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of contempt.

"Boss, what do you say to this old mess? Just kill him!"

At that moment, Xiao Man flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes, looking at Mo Wentian, Shen Sheng said.

"This old mess is useful for keeping it!"

In the depths of Mo Wentian's eyes, there was a touch of complicated eyes, a low way.

"Still useful?"

"Boss, this old miscellaneous practice, but the perfect condition of the King of Heaven, we now have no shortage of such a ribbed King of Kings to complete the Kingdom of God!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's remarks, Xiaoyan's heart was full of doubts, and he frowned slightly, and asked.

"The Kingdom of Devourers is not lacking a complete king of heaven like him, but this city is lacking!"

Seems to be thinking of something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a cold chill, cold voice.

"Boss, I see!"

"Do you want to keep this old mess, wait for us to conquer the city, and let this old mess take care of?"

After hearing the words, Xiaoyan understood it instantly. Looking at Mo Wentian, a bright light rose in his eyes.

"Yes!"

"Conquered this city, that naturally needs our people to manage!"

Mo Wentian nodded his head and said with a slight grin.

"Boss ..."

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaoxiong opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

"Old miscellaneous, Bendi will give you another chance!"

"Submit or die!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes looked at Yuan Po, and in his eyes, the mang fir tree was endless, and he shouted coldly.

"Boy, if you want me to surrender, you must have this strength!"

"Fight again!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Po wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up.

For some reason, looking at Mo Wentian, it seems that he sees his future in the middle-aged teenager.

What's more, his heart was a little loose, and he raised a thought of wanting to surrender to Mo Wentian.

However, the next moment, thinking of him as the master of the city, if he had surrendered Mo Wentian, what was his dignity?

"Old miscellaneous, you are not dead!"

"If you want to fight against that emperor, I will play with you again!"

Wen Yan, watching Yuan Po, Mo Wentian slightly grinned, sneer.