He couldn't explain why, but Mo Wentian always felt that this Netherworld Cold Sword was very extraordinary, but for a moment, he couldn't explain why this Netherworld Cold Sword was so extraordinary.
"This Netherworld Cold Sword cannot be allowed to fall into the hands of others. It would be a good idea to snatch this Netherworld Cold Sword and give it to Qi Yun!"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian became determined in his heart.
He must take this Netherworld Cold Sword.
Qi Yun's cultivation level has already broken through to the realm of Tianzun in the middle stage. If he has this Netherworld Cold Sword in his hand, Qi Yun's strength will be stronger, and I am afraid it will reach a level comparable to that of Tianzun in the late stage.
The most lacking thing in the current Heaven-Eating God Realm is strength. As long as the strength of the Heaven-Eating God Realm can be improved, Mo Wentian will not let go of such an opportunity.
"How is this possible? This cold dragon actually blocked Yu Yiliu's Netherworld Cold Saber!"
"This cold dragon's body is so strong that it can even block Yu Yiyi's Netherworld Cold Sword!"
"Yu Yiliu was injured. He used the Nether Cold Sword. He was injured after a collision with the cold dragon!"
"The strength of this cold dragon is too terrifying!"
"Fortunately, it wasn't us who offended that person, otherwise our fate would not be much better than Yu Yiliu's!"
…
At this moment, everyone came back to their senses and exploded in an instant, but their expressions were full of shock.
"This cold dragon, no, it is not a simple cold dragon at all!"
Suddenly, the thin figure narrowed his eyes slightly and said.
In the depths of his eyes, a complex look flashed.
"Hanlong, you..."
"How come you are so strong?"
Looking at Xiaojiao, Yu Yiyi's eyes were filled with shock.
He had a collision with Xiao Jiao. He knew that Xiao Jiao was not bad at strength, but he did not expect that Xiao Jiao could block his Netherworld Cold Sword with his physical strength.
You know, he was in the middle stage of Tianzun and killed countless warriors in the same realm.
The little dragon in front of him was still a little behind him in terms of cultivation, but he was able to block it with his physical strength. How could Yu Yiyili not be shocked
"Bitch, I told you a long time ago that you will not be my opponent!"
"I want your head today!"
Standing proudly in the void, looking at Yu Yiliu, Xiaojiao said with a cold and arrogant face.
At this moment, Xiaojiao's confidence doubled, and even at this moment, he saw the scene of Yu Yiliu's tragic death in his hands.
At the same time, the aura on Xiao Jiao's body quickly surged.
"You want my head?"
"Hanlong, you are so arrogant. No one has ever spoken like this in front of me, Yu Yiliu. You are the first and the last!"
"Today next year will be your death anniversary!"
Hearing Xiaojiao's words, the killing intent in Yu Yiyi's eyes suddenly surged.
With a thought, countless pills appeared in his hand, and with a flick of his hand, countless pills entered his mouth.
As the elixir was swallowed, the aura on Yu Yiliu's body surged again.
"Rumble..."
The Netherworld Cold Sword seemed to feel Yu Yiliu's anger, and it began to tremble violently, as if it was about to take action at the next moment.
"You are right, I am definitely the last person to say this to you!"
"Because, from today on, you have no life left!"
"Today is the day you die!"
A cold and stern voice sounded.
The vast and incomparable dragon power spread from the little dragon.
"What a powerful dragon. How can the power of this cold dragon be so strong?"
"Yes, he seemed to be injured just now, but the aura on his body has not weakened at all. It is really scary!"
"Yu Yiliu's aura is not weak either. I think the next battle will be exciting!"
"I think their strength is about the same. If we really want to say who is stronger, Yu Yiyi is still stronger!"
"Yu Yiyiyi's cultivation level is here after all. I think no matter how strong this cold dragon is, it will not be Yu Yiyiyi's opponent!"
…
Seeing this scene in the void, countless warriors started discussing again.
At this moment, they began to speculate on the outcome of this battle. Most of them still believed that Yu Yiliu would win. After all, Yu Yiliu's cultivation level was a small level higher than that of Xiaojiao.
Moreover, in Yu Yiyi's hand, there was the Netherworld Cold Sword, a late-stage emperor-level artifact.
"Fight, fight, fight!"
Three war sounds clanked.
I saw the dragon body of the little dragon swelled again. The dragon body that was originally ten thousand feet suddenly expanded to twenty thousand feet.
The dragon body of 20,000 feet is extremely powerful, and the aura on it is even more violent.
"Hanlong, you will regret it!"
"Netherworld Cold Sword, kill it for me!"
Looking at the little dragon standing proudly in the void, Yu Yiyi's eyes suddenly shrank.
With an angry shout, he held the Netherworld Cold Sword and slashed directly at the little dragon.
"Boss, can Xiaojiao kill this remaining first-class person?"
While the battle was taking place in the void, Huantian not far away looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
Huantian and Xiaojiao have been following Mo Wentian for a long time. In Huantian's heart, he has already regarded Xiaojiao as a relative, and he is also worried about Xiaojiao's safety.
"able!"
"Although this Yu Yiyi has the Netherworld Cold Sword, he is no match for Xiaojiao!"
"But similarly, it's not easy for Xiao Jiao to kill Yu Yiyi!"
Hearing this, an extremely cold light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Mo Wentian is still clear about Xiaojiao's strength. Although this Yu Yiyi has the Netherworld Cold Sword in hand, he will not be Xiaojiao's opponent yet.
After all, Xiaojiao is no ordinary cold dragon.
Although Mo Wentian didn't know Xiaojiao's specific identity, Mo Wentian had a strong feeling in his heart that Yu Yiyili would not be Xiaojiao's opponent at all.
"Boss..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Huantian opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"boom… "
But at this moment, in the void, the Netherworld Cold Sword, which was several feet long, exploded with a flash of light.
It turned into a ball of pitch-black Netherworld energy, and the extremely weird Netherworld energy immediately attacked the little dragon.
"not good!"
Seeing this scene, Mo Wentian frowned slightly and his expression became serious.
"Little Jiao, be careful!"
"Don't let this ghost energy enter your body!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian reminded him quickly without any hesitation.
He couldn't explain why, but Mo Wentian always felt that if these ghostly energies invaded his body, it would be impossible for Xiaojiao to stop Yu Yiyili, let alone kill him!
"Boss, don't worry!"
"This piece of shit can't hurt me!"
Xiaojiao grinned at Mo Wentian, his voice filled with confidence.
"This little dragon..."
"Always so confident!"
Looking at Xiaojiao's confident look, Mo Wentian shook his head slightly.
But the next moment, as if he had discovered something, a smile appeared on Mo Wentian's lips.
Immediately, Mo Wentian looked into the void.
In the void, the figure of the little dragon flashed again, and the dragon's tail, which was thousands of feet high, was drawn directly towards the strange ghostly energy.