What Huantian didn't know was that the great elder of the Meihu clan had an unusual relationship with Jian Zhentian in front of him.
Seeing Huantian transform into the great elder of the Meihu clan, Jian Zhentian couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Jian Zhentian's eyes were looking straight at Huantian, as if he wanted to see something from Huantian.
Being looked at by Jian Zhentian like this, Huantian felt a little uncomfortable all over his body, something was wrong, but for a moment, he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
"This... this monster actually transformed into the Great Elder of the Charming Fox Clan again?"
"The Great Elder of the Charming Fox Clan has an unusual relationship with our King. This monster transformed into the Great Elder of the Charming Fox Clan, and our King is in trouble!"
"I wonder if Wang is willing to take action against the transformed elder of the Meihu clan!"
"The transformation of this monster is so powerful. The great elder of the Charming Fox Clan is already at the peak of the Emperor of Heaven. He is even stronger than our king!"
"Whoever this demonic beast transforms into will possess its martial arts skills. Now that he has changed into the appearance of the Great Elder of the Meihu Clan, doesn't he have the strength of the Great Elder of the Meihu Clan? Our King is not the Meihu Clan's Great Elder. The opponent of the great elder of the Fox clan!"
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Seeing Huantian transforming into the Great Elder of the Meihu Clan in the void, the countless disciples of the Sword Dragon Clan instantly exploded.
A touch of worry arose in their hearts.
They had seen Huantian's strength just now.
They couldn't explain why, but at this moment, a bad premonition arose in their hearts.
Jian Zhentian will not be Huantian's opponent. Even if Jian Zhentian does not fight Yuan Hu, Jian Zhentian will not be Huantian's opponent.
"This Huantian actually transformed into the appearance of the Great Elder of the Charming Fox Clan!"
At this moment, Mo Wentian looked at Huantian who had transformed into the Great Elder of the Charming Fox Clan, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Boy, you actually have the mind to care about others!"
"Don't worry, when I kill you, the monster will die too!"
At this moment, Yuan Hu's fierce shouting voice came.
"Yeah?"
"Do you know that the number of people who tell me that they want me to die is not just one hundred thousand, but tens of thousands!"
"Do you know what their final outcome will be?"
Hearing Yuan Hu's words, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly turned cold.
The next moment, as if he remembered something, a bright light shone in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"What's the end result?"
Yuan Hu looked at Mo Wentian and asked almost subconsciously.
"die!"
The word "death" came out of Mo Wentian's mouth.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body was even more vast.
At the same time, the king-like pressure on Mo Wentian spread instantly and spread towards Yuan Hu.
The punch that Yuan Hu originally wanted to hit at Mo Wentian seemed to be frozen by something in the void and could not land.
At this moment, Yuan Hu felt a chill coming from his back, and the sweat on Yuan Hu's forehead fell down like raindrops.
"What's going on? Why doesn't our king want to fight this kid?"
"Our king hasn't even landed a punch yet. Why are the beads of sweat on our king's forehead so big?"
"Could it be that this kid is exerting pressure on our king? I heard that this happens only when you are under pressure!"
"Pressure? This boy's cultivation is only at the level of the Emperor's Consummation. What kind of pressure can he have? Even if he exerts pressure, can he still hurt our king?"
"This boy's cultivation is only at the level of the Emperor's perfection. With this kind of cultivation, he is like an ant in front of our king!"
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At this moment, the countless disciples of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan started talking in an instant.
They didn't think that Mo Wentian was stronger than their king.
Even if Mo Wentian originally chopped off one of Yuan Hu's arms, in their opinion, it was just a sneak attack by Mo Wentian.
Otherwise, Mo Wentian would not have been able to chop off one of Yuan Hu's arms. What's more, Mo Wentian had already been killed by Yuan Hu.
"Boy, you want to kill me!"
"For you, it's just a dream!"
Listening to the comments, Yuan Hu came back to his senses and reached out to wipe the sweat on his forehead.
At this moment, Yuan Hu's confidence suddenly surged.
Especially when he thought that he was a powerful man at the peak of the Heavenly Emperor, while Mo Wentian was only a perfect Emperor, a glimmer of light rose in Yuan Hu's eyes.
Yuan Hu also secretly became firm at this moment.
He must kill Mo Wentian. If he doesn't kill Mo Wentian, how can he, Yuan Hu, be the king of the three-headed tiger clan in the future.
What's more, he had already said that if Mo Wentian was not killed, he would no longer be the king of the three-headed tiger clan.
Thinking like this, Yuan Hu's confidence grew rapidly.
"Yeah?"
"Don't overestimate your capabilities!"
A cold voice sounded, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, and he slashed towards Yuan Hu again with his sword.
"Rumble..."
And just when Mo Wentian was slashing towards Yuan Hu, Yuan Hu's punch also fell towards Mo Wentian.
"boom… "
The next moment, the divine sword and fist collided in the void.
I have to say that the physiques of these three-headed tiger clan are really good.
Yuan Hu's fist directly collided with Mo Wentian's Heaven-Eating Divine Sword, and a shield instantly appeared on Yuan Hu's fist.
Yuan Hu also had a look of surprise in his eyes.
"this… "
"This kid's divine sword is no ordinary divine sword at all. If I continue to collide with him, I'm afraid he will chop off my arm!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Yuan Hu's eyes were full of surprise.
The next moment, Yuan Hu retreated without any hesitation.
"Wow..."
And just when Yuan Hu was about to collide his fist with Mo Wentian's Heaven-Eating Divine Sword, Mo Wentian's sword directly opened an extremely eye-catching hole in his fist.
From that opening, blood flowed out instantly, and the extremely rich smell of blood spread instantly.
"uh-huh… "
At this moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and retreated dozens of feet.
Mo Wentian groaned, and traces of blood spurted out from Mo Wentian's mouth.
In the collision with Yuan Hu just now, Mo Wentian was actually injured by Yuan Hu's body.
Mo Wentian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a look of surprise rose in his eyes.
"Boss..."
"Boss..."
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Seeing Mo Wentian's appearance, two figures instantly appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
The two figures were none other than Xiaojiao and You'er.
"I'm fine!"
"You'er, the physique of these three-headed tiger clan..."
Mo Wentian stood up, looked at You'er, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and asked coldly.
"Boss, the physique of these three tigers is their strongest attack!"
"They can put all their power into their bodies!"
"Boss, that's why you were injured by Yuan Hu's body just now!"
"When Yuan Hu saw that he couldn't match your speed, he concentrated all his strength on his body!"
Before Mo Wentian finished speaking, You'er already understood what Mo Wentian wanted to know.
You'er looked at Mo Wentian with a flash of light in her eyes.
"I see!"
Hearing You'er's words, a flash of enlightenment appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boss, can Yuan Hu let me handle this?"
At this moment, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and took the initiative to ask for help.
"Little Jiao, sometimes you can fight in a big battle!"
"This Yuan Hu's body is so strong. This man asked me to come and I will conquer him!"
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.