Devouring Heaven Sword God

Biquge www.wuxiaspot.com, the fastest update of the latest chapter of Sword God!

"Mo Han has seen Master Lin Cheng!"

Mo Han took a step forward, and made a courteous gesture towards Lin Cheng.

"Hahaha ... Listen to Uncle Mo, you also have eight roots, as long as you practice well, the future is good!"

Looking at Mo Han, Lin Cheng said with a smile.

"Thank you Master Lin Cheng for your compliment!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Han's face was full of smiles, but he turned to look at Mo Wentian, and the look in Mo Han's eyes suddenly became cold.

"Master Lin Cheng is here this time, but is he looking for the Allure?"

Mo Han seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked.

"Yes!"

Lin Cheng whispered softly.

"Falling in the city, Master Lin Cheng is here, so please don't hurry up!"

Mo Han chuckled coldly towards Mo Qingcheng.

"Oh!"

Mo Qingcheng looked a little embarrassed. He got up from his seat and saluted Lin Cheng slightly.

"good very good!"

See Mo Qingcheng.

Lin Cheng's eyes were full of admiration.

The Mo Qingcheng in front of him was charming and charming, Emei's face was thin. For the first time, it was truly stunning.

"Hahaha ... Lin Cheng's nephew is satisfied, everyone is seated!"

Mo laughed and pointed at several seats.

"Dad, you have to take care of it. My Mo's house is very strict, but not everyone can enter here to participate in the banquet. Some people are a waste of first-class spirits, so I won't say!"

"Now dare to take the position of the young lady, it is simply lawless!"

At this moment, Mo Han suddenly exclaimed with anger.

"A waste of first-class spiritual roots?"

"Lawless?"

Mo Wentian sat on the table, took a tea cup and took a sip, but Mo Tianxiao next to him, his brows frowned deeply.

Mo Wentian's situation in Mo's house.

Worse than he imagined!

"Ask, isn't this position you can sit in?"

Hearing Mo Han's remarks, Mo Yizhan's eyes flashed, and she sank.

"This is Mo Wentian?"

Hearing Mo ’s words, Lin Cheng seems to have been prepared for a long time. He took a step forward and looked at Mo Wentian and laughed, “It turns out that this is the first waste of Mo ’s house, Lin Cheng can see, It ’s such a blessing for three lives! "

"Hmm ... this waste is just losing my Mo's face!"

"I'm ashamed to go outside, I really don't know what face this waste is sitting here!"

"If I were, I would have loaded myself!"

...

There was a mockery in the hall.

"Who is your lord? When was my crazy dog ​​in my Mo family!"

Just when everyone thought Mo Wentian didn't dare to speak.

An indifferent voice suddenly spit out from Mo Wentian's mouth.

"Crazy dog?"

Everyone stayed for a while, and Lin Cheng's expression became distorted instantly.

"Mo Wentian, you are just a waste of first-class spiritual roots. Master Lin Cheng is a noble guest of my Mo family. You are so humiliated, you just don't know what to do!"

Lin Cheng had not spoken yet, and Mo Han stood up suddenly, and said coldly.

"waste?"

"Mo Han, who are you talking about as waste?"

At this moment, a sound of extremely cold air suddenly came. Along with it, there was also an extremely sharp sword air, which swept across the hall.

They all felt chilly, and their eyes were full of shock.

"Tian Xiao ..."

Mo Han's expression froze slightly, then he seemed to think of something, and yelled, "Mo Wentian is only a first-class spiritual root, not a waste?"

"Even if you have a first-class spiritual root, now you have taken over three Zhu Guos from my Mo family and offended the enemy. He is my broom star!"

"trouble marker!"

The three words let Mo Wentian's eyes glance over a terrible murderous force.

What a shameless Mo home.

When did the three Zhu Guos become Mo's?

He wondered where was Mo's family when he risked his life to capture Zhu Guo? Now that Zhu Guo has been obtained, the Mo family says that it is his Mo family. This cheek is thicker than cowhide!

"Mo Han, you don't think I can touch you if you have the Lin family to support you. If you dare to ask me, I'll crush you!"

Looking at Mo Han, Mo Tianxiao's murderous skyrocketed in his eyes.

"Tianxiao!"

Seeing the angry Mo Tianxiao, Mo Wentian was slightly touched in his heart, then stood up and patted Mo Tianxiao's shoulder and said, "Leave it to me!"

"here you are?"

Mo Tianxiao paused for a moment, then seemed to find something, Mo Tianxiao's pupil suddenly contracted violently.

"Ha ha ha ... good boy, I knew you wouldn't let me down!"

Mo Tianxiao looked at Mo Wentian and laughed.

"Will not disappoint you?"

Mo Wentian smiled slightly, then Nana whispered to himself: "I will not let you down, nor will they let down!"

A touch of murder.

Passing from Mo Wentian's eyes!

Immediately, his eyes fell on Mo Han's body, looking at Mo Han in front of him, and Mo Wentian's mouth slightly aroused a slight disdain.

"Mo Han, do you say I'm waste?"

Mo Wentian asked Mo Han indifferently.

"You are not waste, what is the first root, you can never become a swordsman from the sword realm, do you think you are a genius?"

Mo Han looked at Mo Wentian and said sarcastically.

"Hahaha ... It's ridiculous, little eighth-level spirit root, what qualifications do I have to assert that I don't ask God, that I am a waste, because you are the frog at the bottom of the well!"

Mo Wentian laughed suddenly, and took a step forward. Mo Wentian looked at Mo Han, and suddenly there was a shocking light in his eyes.

"The generation of ants, do you know how big the world is!"

An indifferent voice sounded.

at this moment.

Mo Wentian's breath changed greatly. At that moment, the thin figure seemed to become the Supreme Master of Kendo. With a pair of cold eyes, Mo Han couldn't help but step back!

"you……"

Mo Han was surprised.

"Whatever you are, you are the same eight roots, but you kneel and lick others. Your Kendo is nothing but slavery. Even if you become a sword emperor, you are nothing but a lowly slave!"

Mo Wentian looked at Mo Han with aggressive eyes.

"it is good!"

Mo Tianxiao stood up, his eyes glowed.

Then he looked at Mo Yi and said, "Mr. Mo, the sword candidate this time, I want Mo Tianxiao!"

"What? Isn't Mo Tianxiao already a disciple of Tian Jianzong, what else does he have to do for the sword candidate? Does he still want to participate in the sword battle?"

"Are you asking Mo to heaven!"

"This kid, I really don't know what **** is gone. For the first root, even dare to participate in the sword fight!"

...

A group of people talked.

"Tian Xiao, this ..."

Mo Yiyi's expression was slightly condensed. The battle of swords, plainly, is that the three masters competed for the position of city masters. Each family sent three disciples, and finally won the title of swords.

You can get the title of city owner!

"Uncle Mo, what do you want?"

Mo Tianxiao stepped forward and asked aggressively.

"I……"

Mo Yiyi's expression flickered, and he immediately said: "The strength of asking the sky is too low. Send him, I'm afraid ..."

"Uncle Mo ..."

"Tianxiao!"

Watching Mo Tianxiao speak again, Mo Wentian stepped forward slightly, interrupting Mo Tianxiao's words.

"Master Mo, turned out to be a swordsman candidate, so as long as the strength is reached, you can participate in the battle for swords, right?"

Looking at Mo Yizhan, Mo Wentian suddenly asked with a smile.

"Yes!"

Mo Yi nodded slightly.