"Junior Brother Mo..."
The sky-devouring rat's eyes were extremely solemn.
Qi Zong, that is a powerful second-level pseudo-god, don’t be naive...
Can you stop him
"Junior Brother Mo..."
In the mysterious courtyard, pairs of worried eyes fell on Mo Wentian.
"Everyone..."
"Believe me!"
With a chuckle, Mo Wentian took a step and walked out.
"Mo Wentian, if you dare to offend Senior Brother Youlong, I will let you..."
"Life is worse than death!"
Qi Zong stood up and said with a cold face.
"Life is worse than death!"
Mo Wentian's face was extremely calm. How could a second-level false god want him to live worse than death
What a joke!
"Take action!"
Mo Wentian's faint voice sounded in the martial arts field.
"What an arrogant boy!"
"He doesn't change his face in the face of the second false god, this guy is so brave!"
"This is courting death..."
…
A series of discussions came from the surroundings, and the cold light in Qi Zong's eyes rose sharply across from him.
In front of him, Mo Wentian should kneel down and beg for mercy!
"Black Evil Sword!"
"Buzzing..."
A dark sword appeared in Qi Brown's hand.
With the appearance of this sword.
A terrifying Nine Nether evil aura spread from Qi Zong's body.
"This is the Black Evil Sword!"
"This sword has been tempered by the Jiuyou River. Qi Zong wants to kill him right here!"
"This kid is finished!"
…
Seeing the Black Evil Sword, everyone around them exclaimed.
In the Xuanyuan, everyone looked at Mo Wentian with vigilance.
"Black Evil Sword..."
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with boundless indifference. This sword was just a perfect imperial weapon.
Compared to his Wentian Sword, it was several levels behind!
"Wentian Sword!"
"come out!"
With a cold shout, the Wentian Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hand.
A trace of sword light flickered on the Wentian Sword.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body suddenly became extremely sharp. In front of the Tianyuan, in the eyes of Youlong...
There was a flash of light.
For some reason, he seemed to feel... in Mo Wentian's body...
A terrible sense of crisis!
"He has only reached the peak of the Sword Emperor realm, how could it be possible..."
"Hurt me!"
Youlong shook his head slightly. The peak Sword Emperor was really far away from the second level pseudo-god.
He didn't believe that Mo Wentian could hurt him.
This time, Mo Wentian will definitely die!
"Qi Zong, don't take action yet!"
Youlong's cold voice sounded in the void.
"yes!"
Hearing this, Qi Zong's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he immediately dodged and disappeared.
When he appeared again, Qi Zong's figure had appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
"Nine Nether Sword Evil!"
An indifferent voice sounded, Qi Zong drew out his sword, and a terrifying Nine Nether Sword Evil swept towards Mo Wentian.
"Junior Brother Mo Wentian..."
In the Xuanyuan, there were exclamations one after another.
"Well done!"
In the center of the martial arts arena, I felt this terrifying sword.
Instead of retreating, Mo Wentian took a step forward, struck out with his sword, and struck out in the same way!
"Jian Po Tian!"
"Buzzing..."
The sword intent that reverses the world seems to break through the sky.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body was instantly terrifying. At this moment, Mo Wentian seemed to have turned into an ancient divine sword.
The terrible smell makes people tremble with fear.
"Such a strong sword intent..."
"This kid is worthy of having nine-star potential!"
"It's a pity to meet Qi Zong!"
…
Sounds of exclamation came one after another. Looking at the figure in the center of the martial arts arena, the contempt in everyone's eyes slowly dissipated.
What rises again is wonder!
"This sword..."
Opposite him, Qi Brown's eyes shrank violently.
Following Mo Wentian's sword move, Qi Zong seemed to feel an extremely dangerous aura coming from him.
"How could a peak sword emperor..."
"Hurt me!"
Qi Zong took a deep breath, although Mo Wentian's sword was terrifying.
But Mo Wentian's cultivation made him subconsciously ignore his fear!
It is precisely because of this that Qi Zong did...
The thing he regretted most in his life!
"Nine Nether Sword Evil!"
"cut!"
With a cold shout, the black evil sword in Qi Zong's hand fell directly towards Mo Wentian.
With a bit of a sinister smile in his eyes, Qi Zong seemed to have seen...
The scene where Mo Wentian was cut into two pieces!
"Qiang..."
But the next moment, a crisp collision sound suddenly came.
The center of the martial arts arena.
The ferocious smile on Qi Zong's face suddenly stiffened.
As the two swords collided, a vast and boundless sword intent rushed into Qi Zong's body.
Qi Zong's terrifying body was instantly affected by this sword intent...
Break it open directly!
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Qi Brown's mouth.
"This is impossible… "
Taking three or four steps back, Qi Brown's eyes were full of disbelief.
His arms were trembling, and terrifying sword intent was wreaking crazily in his body.
"what happened?"
"Qi Zong retreated..."
"Qi Zong was defeated..."
…
Exclamations came one after another, and the disciples in the fourth courtyard looked at Mo Wentian with astonishment on their faces.
Mo Wentian's sword was really too fast.
Most people haven't seen it clearly, but Qi Zong...
Already defeated!
"Qi Brown..."
There was also a hint of surprise in Youlong's eyes. That terrifying sword, even him...
Everyone feels chilly!
"How could he..."
"So strong!"
Youlong swallowed, Mo Wentian's power...
It was beyond his expectation!
"you lose!"
Mo Wentian's faint voice sounded in the martial arts field.
"Lost..."
"Wow..."
A cheer came from the Xuanyuan, and some Xuanyuan disciples could not help but burst into tears.
How many years has it been, how many years has Xuanyuan been...
This scene no longer appears!
"Lost..."
Qi Zong's eyes were full of confusion. He was defeated, defeated by a peak sword emperor.
From today on, he will become the biggest joke in the Heavenly Courtyard!
"I am not defeated..."
"Mo Wentian, go to hell!"
But at this moment, Qi Zong took action again, with a bit of madness in his eyes.
The black evil sword in Qi Zong's hand fell towards Mo Wentian's head like lightning.
"court death!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely cold.
"Damn it, Qi Zong unexpectedly attacked!"
"How shameless!"
"Get out of here..."
…
Angry voices came one after another, not only from Xuanyuan, but also from the disciples of several other courtyards.
Anger rose in every eye.
"Mo Wentian, go to hell!"
Qi Brown's eyes were filled with madness. He was a second-level false god. How could he be defeated!
He wanted to kill Mo Wentian.
Only blood can wash away the shame on his body!
"Wentian Sword..."
"Sword destroys!"
"Buzzing..."
Mo Wentian drew his sword again, and the Wentian Sword made a mysterious sword move.
The next moment, a force of death enveloped Qi Zong.
"It's your own fault..."
"Don't live!"
He uttered a sentence coldly, the sword in Mo Wentian's hand...
Falling!
"What kind of sword art is this..."
"No… "
A panicked voice came, and Qi Zong in the center of the martial arts arena suddenly looked panicked.
The aura on Qi Zong's body was rapidly decreasing.