"Won't you let me live?"
"Old bastard, you must have this ability!"
A cold voice sounded.
"Soul-Destroying Sword Technique!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian shouted angrily and directly used the Soul-Destroying Sword Technique.
As Mo Wentian's Soul-Destroying Sword Technique was used again, streams of sword energy mixed with soul-destroying power headed toward the Demonic War.
"Boy, you're fine!"
"Since you long for death so much, then I will grant it to you!"
Seeing Mo Wentian coming to kill him again, the murderous intent in Mo Zhan's eyes suddenly surged.
"Ghost Palm!"
With a sharp shout, You Mozhang took action again and greeted Mo Wentian.
The power of the ghost palm unleashed by Demon Zhan at this moment was not even a bit stronger than before.
If Mo Zhan's original palm was 30% of his power, then this palm at this moment has reached 60%, or even 70%.
"The power of this palm is really terrifying. Can the Emperor Lord still be able to block it?"
"I believe boss, there will be no problem!"
"This Demonic War is not an ordinary strong one. Can the boss really defeat it?"
"A strong Tianzun is a strong Tianzun. Even if his body has been destroyed for millions of years, he is still so strong!"
…
Seeing the Demonic War in the Void taking action again, Xiaojiao and the others immediately started making a noise.
Their eyes stared blankly into the void, unblinking, as if they were afraid of missing a wonderful moment.
"Soul-Destroying Sword Technique!"
"Destroy you, you old bastard!"
"go!"
But at this moment, Mo Wentian's cold and boundless voice resounded in the void.
At this moment, Mo Wentian was seen holding the Heaven-Devouring Divine Sword, slashing directly towards the phantom of Demonic War.
"Boy!"
"Destroy me, you are too young!"
Mo Zhan was not to be outdone at all, and directly greeted him with a palm.
"boom… "
The next moment, there was a violent collision.
Mo Wentian's body flew backwards.
"Pfft..."
Mo Wentian's mouth was filled with blood.
"As expected of the perfect and powerful Tianzun!"
"Even if the physical body is gone, this strength is still so terrifying!"
As he muttered to himself, a look of astonishment rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
The strength of the demonic battle in front of him had obviously exceeded Mo Wentian's expectations.
Originally, Mo Wentian thought that even if he couldn't kill Demon Zhan with his Soul-Destroying Sword Technique, he could at least injure him.
But unexpectedly, nothing happened to Mo Zhan.
"wrong!"
"This old bastard's aura is declining!"
But at this moment, when Mo Wentian glanced at Mo Zhan's phantom, he found that the aura on Mo Zhan's body was rapidly decreasing.
It seemed that he had been seriously injured.
At this moment, a bright light suddenly appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Mo Zhan was injured and his aura dropped, which was the best thing for Mo Wentian.
Mo Zhan is injured, which means it will be easier for him to kill Mo Zhan!
Thinking like this, a gleam of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes, and a touch of confidence arose in his heart.
"This...how is this possible?"
"Even if this kid understands the Soul-Destroying Sword Technique, with his cultivation, he can't hurt me. But now, I have suffered internal injuries. This..."
At this moment, Mo Zhan looked at Mo Wentian with eyes full of disbelief.
Especially when he felt the aura on his body declining rapidly, the bad premonition surged up in his heart again.
"Old bastard, if you're hurt, you're hurt!"
"There's no need to hold on, it's not a shame to be hurt by this emperor!"
Mo Wentian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, looked at the phantom opposite, and raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth.
Although he was injured, he had the Heaven-Devouring Divine Art, and it would only take him a while to recover.
The Demon Zhan in front of him had just come out of the Demon Soul Seal, and his body was gone. At this moment, Demon Zhan was injured again. It would not be easy for Demon Zhan to recover.
"Isn't it a shame to be hurt by you?"
"Boy, you..."
"uh-huh… "
It would have been better if Mo Wentian didn't say these words. As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, Mo Zhan felt the energy and blood in his heart surge instantly.
The next moment, before he could even finish his words, he felt a salty and sweet taste rushing up in an instant, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Old bastard, listen to this emperor and spit out a mouthful of pent-up blood. Will you feel better?"
"Ha ha ha ha… "
Seeing the blood spilling from the corner of Mo Zhan's mouth, Mo Wentian laughed wildly.
That look, in Mo Zhan's eyes, was as ironic as possible.
"Boy, don't get too proud too soon!"
"Yes, I was indeed hurt by you, but you just hurt me a little while I wasn't paying attention!"
"Today, you must die!"
Looking at Mo Wentian's wild laughter, Mo Zhan's eyes were filled with terrifying murderous intent.
A murderous aura spread from his whole body.
"It will only be you who dies!"
Hearing Mo Zhan's words, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly became extremely cold.
Looking at Demon Zhan, the murderous intent in his eyes was even more undisguised.
"Soul-Destroying Sword Technique!"
"Come again!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all and started running the Soul-Destroying Sword Technique again.
"Tear..."
But this time, Mo Wentian struck out with his sword, and wherever the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword passed, a striking crack appeared in the void.
The crack in the void is getting bigger and bigger, and endless void turbulence is rolling out of the void.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Looking at this scene, Mo Zhan's eyes were full of disdain.
Although he was injured by Mo Wentian just now, in his opinion, it was just because of his carelessness. As for Mo Wentian killing him, this was simply impossible in his opinion.
Especially when he thought of Mo Wentian's cultivation, Mo Zhan's eyes were full of contempt.
Immediately, he used the Phantom Palm again and greeted Mo Wentian.
"Well done, old bastard!"
"I strike with one palm after another. I want to see how you can strike after cutting off your dog's paws!"
Seeing Mo Zhan's palm coming towards him again, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank and he shouted coldly.
In the void, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, speeding up, and slashing towards Mo Zhan's palm.
"Boy, do you want to cut off my hand?"
"Don't overestimate your capabilities!"
But seeing Mo Wentian slashing towards his palm with his sword, Mo Zhan raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth.
He is the Demon Lord of the Nether Demon Clan, a being above all tens of thousands of people. Among the Nether Demon Clan, he cultivates this Nether Demon Palm.
The cultivation of this Nether Demon Palm is not something that ordinary warriors can do. The disciples of their Nether Demon Clan not only need to strengthen their bodies, but also need to practice this palm to be able to regenerate.
As for Mo Zhan, as the leader of the Youmo Clan, he is very familiar with the regeneration of this palm.
Therefore, when Mo Wentian slashed his sword towards his palm, he didn't feel the slightest fear. He just felt like he was watching a good show by a clown.