Devouring Heaven Sword God

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Chapter 843: Cut Off

"What else is there? Take it out!"

"Lest you die, Bendi is too lazy to look into your space ring, one by one!"

Mo Wentian looked at the Dark Demon King, his eyes were cold and arrogant.

"Boy, I want to kill you!"

"Kill you!"

The Dark Lord's voice was extremely indifferent, and the killing intention rose in his eyes.

Wouldn't the Dark Lord know the breath in the dark.

In front of so many people, his magic tripod and demon war halberd were both taken away by Mo Wentian. Although it was a **** bead, now the magic tripod and demon halberd are in Mo Wentian's hands.

A little warrior in the early days even took away two of his king-level artifacts, which is simply a shame!

"kill me?"

Mo Wentian slightly raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were full of disdain.

The current Dark Lord, although it is not easy to kill, it is impossible to kill him.

"Dark feet!"

With a cold drink, I saw that in the void, the Dark Demon directly converted countless magical qi, and the magical qi quickly gathered a hundred feet in the void.

The next moment, the magic foot stepped on directly towards Mo Wentian.

"There is no more artifact!"

"Lao Hei, you are really poor, even a demon king has two king-level artifacts!"

Mo Wentian looked at the oncoming devil's foot in the void, and the arc of his mouth became more intense.

"Boy, die!"

In the rolling magic, the thick voice was extremely indifferent.

"Old miscellaneous, today the emperor will chop you with your demon war halberd!"

Just when that magic foot was about to fall on Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian shot, and Mo Wentian showed a halberd in his hand.

It was just above the halberd that appeared at this moment, there was no magic, and the connection between the halberd and Mo Wentian lit up.

The next moment, Mo Wentian held the Demon War Halberd in his hand, and beheaded towards the hundred feet of the devil in the void.

"Buzz ..."

As Mo Wentian shot a sword, Mo Wentian's breath quickly rose.

"The Emperor hates that others are facing me with his feet, Lao Hei, today the Emperor will chop you first!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, the intention of killing was terrible.

"This kid is so arrogant that he took the Demon War Halberd of the Dark Demon to fight the Dark Demon!"

"He's more than arrogant, he's just arrogant!"

"This boy's strength has reached the peak of Tianjun. Now that this demon war halberd is shot, who is really dead?"

...

Looking at the void, everyone couldn't help sighing.

Mo Wentian is definitely the most arrogant they have ever seen!

"Dog hoof, break me!"

The voice of Mo Wentian was indifferent and stood in the void. At this moment, Mo Wentian's breath suddenly became extremely cold.

His eyes, even without the slightest emotion, looked like the Supreme Lord, overlooking all beings.

The next moment, the Demon War Halberd fell directly towards the devil's foot.

"what……"

"Do not……"

"This is impossible?"

As Mo Wentian cut off his halberd, and saw the void, the hundred feet of magic feet instantly shattered.

Screams came from the void.

The next moment, the magic in the void dissipated, and a black-faced old man flew down to the ground.

"puff……"

A spit of blood spurted out of his mouth.

I saw the black-faced old man's leg was gone, and his face was extremely bleak.

"The Dark Lord's foot was chopped by this kid!"

"In the early days of Tianjun, Tianjun's successful strongman was seriously injured!"

"Where is this man? This is simply evil!"

...

Looking at the Dark Lord in the early days of flying backwards, everyone's faces were full of eyes.

"Boy, I don't want Phantom Fruit, I'll give it to you!"

"I don't want the magic tripod and the demon war halberd either. I'll give them all to you. You won this battle!"

At this moment, looking at the proud figure, the fear of the Dark Lord rose.

He had a hunch that if he continued to fight, it would be him who died.

Today, he is a powerful man of Tianjun's success, not far from breaking through the realm of Heavenly King.

If he breaks into the realm of the King, his life will be extended several times, and he does not want to die.

"Just surrendered?"

Mo Wentian flickered and appeared in front of the Black Demon King. Looking at the Black Demon King, Mo Wentian slightly raised the corner of his mouth and said with a playful expression.

"No fight, you win!"

The Dark Lord looked at Mo Wentian and raised a bitter smile.

"I'm not mistaken, did the Dark Lord surrender to the kid?"

"The Dark Devil is a powerful man of Tianjun's success. He surrendered to the little warrior in the early days of Tianjun?"

"This kid is really terrible. Tianjun's successful strong can't fight him. It seems that we want to kill him and go to the beast owner to appreciate this ..."

...

As soon as the words of the Dark Lord came out, the crowd burst into a pan.

Everyone looked at the proud figure, but there was a fear in their eyes.

Tianjun's successful Dark Demon King has begged Mo to ask for mercy, not to mention that they must know that the strongest among them is only Tianjun's peak.

Originally, they wanted to kill Mo Wentian, and went to the orcs to receive rewards from the beast owners, but at this moment, looking at the terrible black demon king, their hearts lost their minds.

"You don't want to fight anymore, but what if Bendi hasn't done enough?"

Wen Yan said that the curvature of the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became richer and indifferent.

The more the Dark Lord wants to beg for mercy, the more he doesn't want to let go.

"Boy, don't know what to do, I have given you what you want!"

"But this doesn't mean that my king is afraid of you!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, the Dark Lord's eyes were extremely cold.

The voices of discussion in the void, but all passed into the ears of the Dark Lord.

Listening to the sounds of discussion, the Dark Lord returned to God from that fear.

At that moment, he had forgotten that he was a powerful man of Tianjun's perfection, and Mo Wentian was just a warrior in the early days of Tianjun.

Suddenly, looking at Mo Wentian, the dark demon's heart instantly rose with confidence.

"Not afraid of me?"

"Just what I want, then come on, old miscellaneous!"

Mo Wentian said for a moment, then said indifferently.

"Boy, Devil's Palm!"

"dead!"

With a cold drink, I saw a hundred feet of magic palm appearing again in the void.

On top of the clutch palm, the magical gas is rolling, which is several times stronger than the previous clutch palm power.

Mo Wentian had a premonition that this must be a full blow from the Dark Lord.

"The Guizhou donkey is poor and wants to kill me with this palm.

"Demon War Halberd!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a touch of extremely cold coldness rose.

The next moment, the demon war halberd appeared again in Mo Wentian's hands, without any hesitation, holding the demon war halberd and directly cutting it towards the demon war halberd in the void.

"Dead!"

"dead!"

The voice of the Dark Lord is fierce.

The magic palm in the void, madly asked Mo Motian to shoot down.