"Boss, do you want me to take action..."
The little dragon, with a fierce light rising in his eyes, was a ghost dragon in the eighth level of pseudo-god realm.
This is definitely an extremely terrifying existence, even if Mo Wentian wants to defeat him now...
It’s also very difficult!
"You take action..."
Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly.
Although Xiaojiao's combat power is much stronger, if he wants to defeat Youlong...
This is simply impossible!
"Mo Wentian, suffer death!"
"Man and sword become one!"
"kill… "
A cold voice sounded in the void, and the next moment, only a figure was seen.
He appeared strangely next to Mo Wentian, and went straight towards Mo Wentian, beheading him!
"Looking for death..."
Mo Wentian's eyes shrank violently.
Wentianjian strikes again!
"The Eight Desolate Sword Domain, the King of Swords!"
"Boom..."
The world shook violently, a sword came out, and the power of eight ancient attributes shook crazily in the void.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body also surged instantly.
"Eight attributes..."
In the martial arts arena, You Xi and Jiu Chong's eyes narrowed slightly.
Especially You Xi, whose eyes were filled with shock.
In terms of swordsmanship training, the difference between Jiuyou Land and Sword God Continent is not big, but the biggest difference is.
That is the difference between Jiuyou Qi and Spiritual Qi. Jiuyou Qi...
In addition to tempering sword energy, you can also temper your body!
"This boy is very good!"
Jiuchong's calm voice sounded in the martial arts field.
"very nice!"
The expressions of several city lords changed instantly. The person in front of them was the supreme sword god.
Even the Sword God said Mo Wentian was good, obviously...
This sword god is very optimistic about Mo Wentian!
"Bahuang Sword Dragon!"
"Ho ho ho..."
Eight dragon chants came, and Mo Wentian saw a sword coming out, eight divine dragon sword intentions.
Gathering in the void, the next moment, eight ancient breaths...
Pounce towards the Youlong!
"Qiang Qiang..."
"bump!"
The sound of metal clashing came, and the aftermath of the sword energy...
Shooting all over the ring!
On the martial arts field, the looks in one's eyes were extremely shocking.
too strong!
Mo Wentian is too strong...
You Long, who was in the realm of the eighth level false god, was unexpectedly defeated by Mo Wentian.
Blocked again!
"Damn it..."
"How can this kid be so strong!"
The coldness in Youlong's eyes collided again with the combat power of his eighth-level pseudo-god.
There was no reservation at all, but unfortunately, it was still blocked by Mo Wentian.
The Mo Wentian in front of him, the combat power in him...
It seems endless!
"uh-huh… "
"Boss!"
Xiao Jiao's exclamation came, and the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth...
A trace of blood spread.
The ghost dragon in the eighth level false god realm is definitely something Mo Wentian has encountered...
The most terrifying opponent!
This person's fighting power is even more terrifying than the average eighth-level false god.
Because his physique has also reached the realm of false gods, even compared to Mo Wentian...
Not too far off!
"My Nine Nether Sword Technique is so domineering and boundless, I don't believe it..."
"You can keep blocking!"
A bright light rose up in Youlong's eyes, and the next moment, Youlong was seen taking action again.
When the sword came out, a hole seemed to be torn open in the void.
A stream of filthy power...
Sloping down from the void!
"This is… "
Mo Wentian's eyes contracted violently.
The Nine Nether Sword Art can actually...
Arouse the filthy power of heaven and earth!
"This is the highest level of Jiuyou Sword Technique. I didn't expect Long'er to reach such a level!"
In front of the Tianyuan, the Lord of Tiancheng had a slight smile in his eyes.
The power of filth, relying on Mo Wentian's strength...
Impossible to block!
"Boss..."
Xiao Jiao's eyes were also extremely solemn. These filthy powers were even the peak pseudo-gods...
A terrifying force that cannot be stopped!
"The power of filth!"
Mo Wentian took a deep breath, Youlong...
too strong!
"Nine Nether Sword, Dirty Sword Dragon!"
A cold shout came, and in the void, Youlong struck out with his sword.
The next moment, the billowing power of filth formed a sword dragon and headed towards Mo Wentian...
Pounce directly.
"Sky Shadow Forbidden Technique!"
"kill!"
A cold shout came, and Mo Wentian's figure...
Disappear into the void.
"Pfft..."
The power of filth poured down from the void, and the next moment, countless filthy powers began to run wild.
On the ground of the martial arts arena, streaks of green smoke rose.
"What a strong corrosive power..."
The disciples of the Fourth Academy quickly retreated. Once these filthy powers splashed on someone, I'm afraid...
"What a terrifying power of filth!"
"Buzzing..."
Mo Wentian's figure appeared on the other side of the ring.
If Mo Wentian's Heavenly Shadow Forbidden Technique hadn't moved quickly, Mo Wentian would have been overwhelmed by the power of filth.
"Mo Wentian, are you willing to confront me head-on?"
On the ring, Youlong's eyes were fierce and he struck out with his sword.
The power of filth struck at Mo Wentian again, but Mo Wentian used the Sky Shadow Forbidden Technique and left again.
"Buzzing..."
Mo Wentian's figure appeared not far from Youlong.
"hateful!"
Youlong looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes extremely cold, these filthy powers.
Mo Wentian really couldn't stop him, but Mo Wentian's speed was even faster than Youlong.
Mo Wentian now is simply...
I can’t catch up with Mo Wentian!
"Go to hell!"
"Buzzing..."
"Nine Nether Sword Dragon..."
…
On the stage, angry roars came from one after another.
Youlong's face was filled with anger, and he desperately wanted to kill Mo Wentian.
But it is a pity that Youlonglian Mo Wentian’s clothes...
Can't even touch it!
"This Mo Wentian is such a coward!"
"Yes, if it were me, I would have gone head-to-head with Senior Brother Youlong!"
"What's the point of dodging..."
…
The eyes of the Tianyuan disciples were full of sarcasm, and the Xuanyuan disciples...
Then he stared at the disciples of Tianyuan with an angry face!
"Buzzing..."
On the arena, Mo Wentian's figure...
appearing again.
Opposite me, Youlong was trembling with anger, with murderous intent in his eyes...
It’s even more terrifying!
But Youlong did not continue to kill Mo Wentian.
Mo Wentian's speed was so fast that Youlong wanted to use his dirty power to hurt Mo Wentian.
This is simply impossible, unless Mo Wentian stands still...
Wait for the ghost dragon to come and kill you!
"Mo Wentian, I would like to take a look..."
"How long can you hide, you little turtle?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Youlong said sarcastically.
"Hide until how long?"
An evil smile spread from the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth.
"Youlong, your Jiuyou Heart..."
"I wonder how much longer I can hold on?"
Looking at Youlong, Mo Wentian had a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Jiuyou's Heart has raised Youlong's cultivation to the peak of the eighth-level pseudo-god.
But this is not...
There are no limits!
Mo Wentian estimated that he would have to wait another quarter of an hour at most.
The power in the ghost dragon's body will decrease!
"The Heart of Nine Netherworlds..."
Youlong's expression changed slightly, Mo Wentian was right, this is the heart of Jiuyou.
It is true that he cannot be allowed to increase his strength without limit. The power in his body now...
Already starting to weaken!