It seems that you all want to die! "
"There are still nineteen people left in total. I will take care of eight people. Eleven people are left. The Holy Lord will take care of four people. Fatty and Mo Wentian will take care of three of you!"
Listening to these discussions, Yu'er's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
At this moment, the aura on Yu'er's body surged rapidly.
The terrifying pressure spread from Yu'er's body.
But the aura on Yu'er's body makes people still unable to figure out her cultivation level.
"You killed eight people?"
"Can you kill eight people?"
Upon hearing that Yu'er wanted to kill eight people, but he killed four, a hint of suspicion rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"I killed eight people, absolutely no problem!"
"You just need to take care of your own three people!"
A cold voice sounded, and Yu'er's expression was extremely cold.
Yu'er is actually very good-looking. At this moment, Yu'er, who is serious and cold, looks like an ice and snow beauty from a distance.
"Miss Yu'er, don't ask me to help you then!"
Mo Wentian looked at Yu'er, grinned slightly, and said with a hint of curvature.
Miss Yu'er's strength is pretty good, but killing eight people is not an easy task.
It's not that Mo Wentian doesn't believe in Miss Yu'er's strength, it's just that this Miss Yu'er has always had high ambitions and low abilities, and these people who came to participate in the battle for the honorary list are not good people either.
It's no problem to deal with one or two people, but it's not easy to deal with eight people.
"Want your help?"
"Take care of yourself and don't hold us back, then everything will be fine!"
Miss Yu'er snorted coldly and rolled her eyes.
"Miss Yu'er, you look down on me so much!"
Mo Wentian looked at Yu'er's seemingly angry look. Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly and he said with a hint of curvature.
"No nonsense!"
"After we deal with these people, we still have a lot of things to do!"
"The purpose of this assessment is to kill the monsters in the realm of the Emperor of Heaven. We don't want to deal with these people and delay our business!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Yu'er's expression became extremely serious.
"Then without further ado, let's do it!"
Hearing what Miss Yu'er said, Mo Wentian was very happy, and his figure flashed and disappeared from the place.
When he appeared again, Mo Wentian's figure had appeared in the void.
"These three people are mine!"
"You divide the rest among yourselves!"
Mo Wentian looked at the three people in front of him, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly.
"You kid, you really know how to choose!"
Looking at the three people in front of Mo Wentian, the cultivation of these three people was the lowest among the remaining nineteen people.
Obviously, Mo Wentian had planned this for a long time. People with lower cultivation levels are naturally weaker.
Yu'er, Shengjue, and Fatty all had a flash of contempt in their eyes and couldn't help but say.
But the next moment, they felt relieved when they thought that they were in a group and Mo Wentian's cultivation was the worst among them.
After all, the cultivation level of the three of them is much stronger than that of Mo Wentian.
And just when a battle was about to take place deep in the Youjing Mountains, at the entrance of the Youjing Mountains, figures were watching the actions of Mo Wentian and others.
"Can this kid solve the problem of three Tianzuns?"
Emperor Yuan Ran looked at the mirror in front of him with a hint of worry in his eyes.
It is not an easy task for Mo Wentian to deal with three of them by himself.
But they couldn't explain why, but they still believed that Mo Wentian could solve these three people.
After all, Mo Wentian is the person he likes. If he can't solve these three problems, he will be a little disappointed.
As for Xiaojiao and others, their eyes were all focused on Mo Wentian and others at this moment. They looked at Mo Wentian with a touch of worry in their eyes.
"The boss wants to deal with these three Tianzun Perfect people, can you do it?"
"The boss will be fine. The boss is definitely stronger than that fat guy. The fat guy can take down three people. Our boss can definitely do it!"
"Brother Wentian's strength cannot be underestimated. It is not difficult to solve these three people!"
"These people are serious. Why did they form a team to kill Brother Wentian and their group!"
"I really don't know what they are thinking. With their strength, they also want to kill the boss?"
…
Xiaojiao and the others looked at the scene in the mirror, a complex look flashed in their eyes, and they exploded instantly.
That being said, they were still worried about Mo Wentian in their hearts.
Their eyes always fell on the mirror.
They wanted to see if Mo Wentian could survive this assessment.
And while the outside world was watching with great nervousness, deep in the Youjing Mountains.
In Mo Wentian's hand, a divine sword appeared. This divine sword was not any other divine sword, it was the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword.
"Buzzing..."
The Heaven-Eating Divine Sword seemed to have sensed Mo Wentian's fighting intent and began to tremble.
"Don't worry!"
"It only takes a matter of minutes to kill these three people!"
Mo Wentian looked at the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword, grinned slightly, and raised an evil smile.
"Boy, you are so arrogant!"
"You are just a warrior in the early stage of Tianzun, but you dare to say that you want to kill me within a few minutes. I think you don't take me seriously at all!"
"Yeah, let's take action directly and deal with this kid!"
"I have never been so humiliated in front of someone who is not as good as me. If I don't kill you today, I won't have the face to go back to the clan!"
"This kid is just looking for death!"
…
Looking at Mo Wentian, he was full of fighting spirit, but there was also an evil smile on his lips.
It's okay if Mo Wentian doesn't smile, but in their eyes, Mo Wentian's smile is a mockery, a naked mockery. How can they bear it
The auras of the three people quickly surged.
There was no concealment of murderous intent in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Rumble..."
The next moment, the three of them disappeared without any hesitation.
When they appeared again, their figures had appeared in three directions of Mo Wentian.
"Boom..."
He punched directly towards Mo Wentian.
The rolling punch seemed to want to kill Mo Wentian with one punch.
"You are so anxious to seek death, I will help you!"
Seeing the three people rushing towards him, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank and he shouted coldly.
Immediately, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared into the void. When he reappeared, Mo Wentian's figure had transformed into nine figures.
Standing proudly in the void, the auras of the nine Mo Wentians were exactly the same, and the murderous intent in their eyes was even more terrifying.
Waves of king-like pressure spread from Mo Wentian's body.
"How come this kid's aura is so strong?"
"His cultivation is really only at the early stage of Tianzun?"
And the moment the aura spread from Mo Wentian's body, one of the three people frowned.
At the same time, a bad premonition arose in his heart.
"die!"
And at this moment, the word "death" fell.
The Heaven-Eating Divine Sword in Mo Wentian's hand fell directly towards the three figures.
And the moment Mo Wentian's Heaven-Eating Divine Sword fell, the figures fell directly to the ground.
A strong smell of blood filled the air.
"ah… "
What followed was a series of screams.
A series of screams resounded throughout the Youjing Mountains. Even Emperor Yuan Ran and others at the entrance of the Youjing Mountains heard the screams.