"You don't have the habit of spitting out the things in your hands?"
"Boy, this elder will give you a chance to return my elder's ice and fire magic sword to this emperor, otherwise..."
Hearing this, Jiang Zhengyuan clenched his fists tightly and his joints creaked.
The murderous intent in those eyes looking at Mo Wentian was undisguised.
"Otherwise, do you want to kill me?"
Before Jiang Zhengyuan finished speaking, Mo Wentian interrupted with an extremely mocking tone.
Jiang Zhengyuan wanted to kill him one by one, but after a few rounds, Mo Wentian was not even slightly injured.
And he also took away his divine weapon, the Ice and Fire Divine Sword.
"The Emperor of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom is too arrogant. Even if he took away the Ice and Fire Divine Sword from the Great Elder of the Tianniu Clan, he still dares to speak like this. It is simply lawless!"
"Arrogant, he also has the capital to be arrogant. The cultivation level of the great elder of the Tianniu clan has reached the half-step Heavenly Queen stage. A peak Heavenly King can seize the artifact from the hands of a strong man who is half-step Heavenly Queen stage. How can he be an ordinary person? !”
"I don't think the Great Elder of the Tianniu Clan will be the opponent of the Emperor of the Sky-Eating Kingdom in the future!"
"The ancient ruins may be about to change!"
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Hundreds of feet away, countless figures looked at Mo Wentian standing proudly in the void and couldn't help but start talking.
"This elder not only wants to kill you, but also wants to see your body and burn it under the red lotus fire for tens of thousands of years!"
Suddenly, Jiang Zhengyuan looked at Mo Wentian with a cold face, almost squeezing out words from between his teeth.
If it is said that looks can kill, Jiang Zhengyuan's eyes at this moment may have killed Mo Wentian thousands of times.
"Old man, one should have compassion. You killed me and then burned my body under the red lotus fire. Is this too cruel?"
Hearing Jiang Zhengyuan's words, Mo Wentian pretended to be scared, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his words.
"Boy, you actually laughed at me!"
"You think that if you take away my emperor's magical sword of ice and fire, this elder will not be able to kill you!"
"I am a strong man at the half-step Heavenly Queen stage. I am the one who has been marked by the soul on the Ice and Fire Divine Sword. Do you think that the Ice and Fire Divine Sword is yours if you take it away?"
After reading these words, Jiang Zhengyuan suddenly remembered something, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Although he does not feel the existence of the Ice and Fire Divine Sword in his soul now, he does not believe that Mo Wenzhen can really erase the mark on his soul.
He said this just to scare Mo Wentian into handing over the Ice and Fire Divine Sword.
After all, the soul of a half-step Heavenly Queen is much stronger than a warrior at the peak of Heavenly King.
It can be said that a strong man at the half-step Heavenly Queen stage can directly kill a warrior at the peak of the Heavenly King with his soul without using his hands.
But Jiang Zhengyuan's calculation was wrong. Mo Wentian was not an ordinary peak warrior of the Heavenly King, and his soul was not comparable to that of ordinary people.
"If it's not my emperor's, does it mean it's yours?"
"Old man, if you don't believe me, you can try using your soul to see if you can still control it!"
Looking at Jiang Zhengyuan, Mo Wentian suddenly laughed wildly, as if he had heard an extremely funny joke at this moment.
The moment he snatched the Ice and Fire Divine Sword, Jiang Zhengyuan's soul imprint had been erased.
After hearing what the lecture said, Mo Wentian instantly understood Jiang Zhengyuan's intention.
At this moment, Jiang Zhengyuan looked like a naked clown in front of Mo Wentian, and Mo Wentian saw him through.
That's all. The important thing is that Jiang Zhengyuan still doesn't know at all that it was Mo Wentian who lost contact with his ice and fire swords.
"Yes, this kid's cultivation level is only at the peak of the Heavenly King. Even if he takes away the ice and fire swords of the great elder in a sneak attack, the ice and fire swords are connected with the great elder and the soul. They can be controlled by the great elder's mind!"
"That's right, the great elder suddenly had a thought and just took back the ice and fire swords!"
"What's the use of taking away the ice and fire swords of the great elder? That boy even arrogantly said that he wanted to take the ice and fire swords and give them to Xiao Jinghen. Now he's bragging!"
"This boy is still too young. Not only his cultivation, but also his methods cannot match those of the great elder!"
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As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, countless warriors cast their eyes on Jiang Zhengyuan.
At this moment, they firmly believed in Jiang Zhengyuan's words. They believed that it was impossible for Mo Wentian to erase the mark of his soul.
The Divine Sword of Ice and Fire was something Jiang Zhengyuan could control if he wanted to.
But Jiang Zhengyuan's expression changed instantly after listening to these discussions.
This time he spoke too loudly, and he shot himself in the foot.
Seeing the countless Tianniu clan disciples looking at him, Jiang Zhengyuan hated Mo Wentian even more in his heart.
Now he can't control the Ice and Fire Divine Sword at all, but he said this in front of the disciples of the Tianniu tribe. Now he is really in a dilemma.
He cannot control the Ice and Fire Divine Sword. There is no doubt that this will make him lose face in front of the disciples of the Tianniu Clan.
"Mo Wentian, you really deserve to die, I must kill you!"
At this moment, Jiang Zhengyuan blamed all of this on Mo Wentian.
Suddenly, Jiang Zhengyuan's desire to kill Mo Wentian became more and more urgent.
"Old bastard, why are you standing there?"
"Didn't you say that you had the divine soul mark on the Ice and Fire Divine Sword? I am just standing here and don't move. You should take the Ice and Fire Divine Sword back!"
Seeing the change in Jiang Zhengyuan's expression, the evil smile on Mo Wentian's lips became more intense.
As he spoke, Mo Wentian straightened up and stood there, loosening his grip on the Ice and Fire Divine Sword.
As Mo Wentian's clenched hand loosened, the two ice and fire magic swords floated between Mo Wentian's palms.
"Boss, you managed to capture this magical sword of ice and fire. You can't let this old bastard take it back!"
But at this moment, looking at the two ice and fire magic swords floating in the palms of Mo Wentian, the distance between the palms was enough for someone to stretch out their palms and snatch them away.
A flash of light flashed in Xiaojiao's eyes, and he reminded him quickly.
"It's helpless. This old bastard's soul imprint on this Ice and Fire Divine Sword has long been erased by this emperor!"
"Without the soul mark, he is probably dreaming if he wants to take the Ice and Fire Divine Sword from my hands!"
When Xiaojiao's reminder came, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered and he said in an extremely indifferent voice.
"Boss..."
Mo Wentian's voice resounded in his mind, and Xiaojiao's expression instantly became relieved.
But the next moment, Xiaojiao's expression changed as he seemed to remember something.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.