Devouring Heaven Sword God

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Chapter 840: Three Blocks

"Lao Hei, don't bear it anymore, it's not good to have an internal injury!"

Looking at the black devil, Mo Wentian slightly raised the corner of his mouth and said with a playful expression.

"Stuck out internal injuries?"

"This is impossible?"

"This kid is just the beginning of Tianjun. He can't hurt the Dark Lord!"

"I looked at the kid and couldn't hold it!"

...

When Mo Wentian said this, the people in the dark exploded.

"Boy, you ..."

"Today, I will kill you!"

In the eyes of the Dark Lord, the intention of killing was terrible.

But Mo Motian guessed right, Mo Motian's sword just hurt him.

A thick **** smell came from his throat, and he wanted to spit it out, but when Mo Wentian said it, he just swallowed the blood.

"is it?"

"I think you will die today!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a chilly cold air rose up, standing proudly in the air, and sounding cold and arrogant.

"Fuck me again!"

"Black Magic Palm!"

With a cold drink, I saw the black magic phantom in the void, once again transformed into a clutch of hundreds of feet in size.

Above the clutches, the king's full power that day swept towards Mo Wentian.

"Heavenly King's successful Dark Devil is really terrible!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.

In the void, the magical energy is still shrouded in hundreds of squares, and within these hundreds of squares, it seems to have become an ancient demon domain.

From a distance, it's terrible.

"But this is not enough to kill Bendi!"

A cold voice sounded in the void.

"Bite your sword!"

"Four elephants eat the sky!"

With a cold drink, the Devourer Sword appeared again in Mo Wentian's hands.

On top of the Devouring Sword, the strength of the billowing sword trembled endlessly.

"Roar ..."

Void, four roars came, four swords shot directly.

As soon as the four swords came out, I saw four heads and beasts out of the whole world.

"Four Elephants in One!"

"boom……"

The next moment, the four great beasts were together in the void, and turned into four elephant beasts, and greeted the magic palm in the void directly.

"Roar ..."

boom……"

A violent collision came, but it was just a tenth of a breath, and the four elephants in the void collapsed directly.

"Tianjun is complete, too strong!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with astonishment.

Meng Ruoxi and Lu Ming who beheaded Tianjun's peak did not ask Tian Ben, who thought that he would fight against the successful Dark Demon King.

But now it seems that there is still a long way to go to kill the black devil.

"Want to defeat the Dark Lord ..."

"Unless my practice breaks through to the middle of the heavens!"

Nana whispered in her mouth, and Mo Wentian took a deep breath.

But the next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes were firm again.

Tianjun's successful strong man is terrible, but it is not so easy to kill him and ask God.

The phantom fruit is already in hand, but in fact, he can retreat at any time.

But Mo Wentian didn't want to retreat. He and the Dark Demon battled in the valley, not only for the phantom of the phantom fruit, but more importantly, he wanted to deter other people by killing the Black Devil.

Thinking like this, Mo Wentian's heart was extremely firm, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

"Lao Hei, Bendi will come and play with you again!"

"Bahuang Sword Field!"

"Buzz ..."

With a cold drink, I saw the terrible sword qi spreading around in the void.

The meaning of the eight wilds swept away towards the Dark Lord in the void.

"The meaning of eight wastes?"

Looking at the meaning of the vast expanse of wasteland in the void, the look of the Dark Lord was a little stunned.

Mo Wentian was able to exhibit the Eight Wild Swords, which was really beyond his expectations.

He had a hunch that the sooner he solved the question, the better.

Attacks again and again, Mo Wentian's power is getting stronger and stronger, his power seems to be endless.

There is only one idea in the Dark Lord's heart now, and that is to quickly kill Mo Wentian.

"Boy, die!"

"Magic, suppress!"

"boom……"

A cold voice came, and in the void, the billowing magic was gathered into the appearance of the black-faced old man.

Proudly standing in the void, holding hundreds of feet of magic tripod in his hand, repressed toward Mo Wentian.

"Magic tripod?"

"This magic tripod is rumored to be a middle-class artifact!"

"Tianjun's successful cultivation, coupled with this middle-level artifact, this kid will surely die!"

"Yes, this kid must not stop this trick!"

...

Looking at the hundred-foot-sized magic tripod in the void, the dark place talked again.

"boom……"

After a violent collision, Mo Wentian's body flew out again.

"puff……"

Mo Wentian spit out blood in his mouth.

"Medium-level artifact, good!"

The voice of Mo Wentian was extremely cold, and the cold mang in his eyes was terrible.

"This kid isn't dead yet?"

"He blocked it again?"

"This is the third move of the Dark Lord. He actually blocked the three moves of the Dark Lord!"

"I am Tianjun's peak cultivation practice, and instead I am, I am not sure that I can block the three moves of the Dark Lord, but this boy has blocked it!"

...

Each figure looked at that figure, eyes were full of eyes.

Even some martial artists did not believe that they also opened up the investigation of Mo Wentian's cultivation, but no matter how they searched, Mo Wentian's cultivation was just the beginning of Tianjun.

"I don't believe the rumor that this kid has killed the demons and demons!"

"Now my rumors are true!"

"The rumors are true? Doesn't that mean that this boy was beheaded by Meng Ruoxi and Xiao Yuehen, as well as the elder of the demon tribe?"

"This ... is this impossible?"

...

After some investigation, watching the figure, the group boiled again.

"Boy, you can stop my magic tripod!"

"You must die today!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, in the eyes of the Dark Demon, the killing intention was terrible.

His magic tripod is an artifact in the middle of the king class, not to mention the warrior in his early days, even the strongest in the late days of the king, will be smashed into meatloaf.

But in front of Mo Wentian, the warrior in the early days of Tianjun was only slightly injured.

This made the Dark Lord's heart more and more want to kill Mo Wentian.

"Magic tripod!"

"Come again!"

With a cold drink, I saw that in the void, the black demon king once again held the magic tripod and smashed towards Mo Wentian.

"Bite your sword!"

"Breaking the sword!"

Mo Wentian was angry, and the Devouring Sword appeared again in Mo Wentian's hands.

The next instant, as the sword broke, I saw that the void was chopped directly, and the endless void flowed out.

"The power of this sword is comparable to the peak of Tianjun!"

"In the early days of Tianjun, he actually played the power of Tianjun's peak. This ..."

"too terrifying!"

...

The figures not far away looked at the terrible sword and couldn't help sighing.