"Look, look at the sword in Xiao Yuehen's hand!"
"Could that be the legendary male and female swords of ice and fire?"
"I'm right, it's the male and female swords of ice and fire!"
…
In Tiancheng, the eyes of the Jiuyou Clan disciples were full of shock.
"Another king-level peak artifact!"
"Very good. What I am lacking now are all kinds of resources. Since you are so sincere and specially sent them, I will reluctantly accept them!"
Mo Wentian was not surprised at all, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice.
"Reluctantly accept it?"
"Boy, you are so arrogant. How dare you covet my divine sword?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiao Yuehen's eyes were extremely cold.
"Covet?"
"Is this an artifact at the pinnacle of the monarch level that I covet? It's just because you sincerely sent it to me, so I can enjoy it with it!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and his voice was even more cold and arrogant.
"The Great Heavenly Throne is perfect, but you are so arrogant due to my reluctance. I will let you taste the price of your arrogance!"
Xiao Yuehen looked at Mo Wentian with contempt in his eyes.
How could he, who was also a genius, allow anyone to be more arrogant than him, let alone Mo Wentian, a warrior in the realm of perfect heaven!
No matter what, he will kill Mo Wentian today!
"What's the price of arrogance?"
A cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he said calmly.
"die!"
Hearing this, Xiao Yuehen's eyes suddenly turned cold.
"die?"
"You are the one who died!"
The killing intent suddenly surged in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Heaven-Eating Sword Technique!"
"Jian Po Tian!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian gave a cold shout, and the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hand.
"Buzz buzz..."
I saw the sword energy in the void slowly gathering towards Mo Wentian. The sword energy seemed to form a mysterious formation.
The next moment, as Mo Wentian struck out with his sword, the void was shattered.
"This sword energy is comparable to the early days of Tianjun..."
Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiao Yuehen's eyes narrowed slightly.
The Great Heavenly Throne successfully unleashed the initial power of the Heavenly Lord, and a cold and stern light rose in Xiao Yuehen's eyes.
"But even if you can exert the initial power of Tianjun, you are just an ant in front of me!"
"die!"
Xiao Yuehen's eyes were filled with coldness and arrogance.
Mo Wentian actually took the initiative to attack him. He was in the middle stage of Tianjun, and coupled with the peak emperor-level artifact, his combat power would be so terrifying!
This Mo Wentian actually attacked him
"Male and female swords of ice and fire!"
"kill!"
"Roar… "
The man struck out with his sword, and saw the light of the divine sword skyrocketing.
The surrounding spiritual energy was quickly swallowed up by the divine sword.
The aura on the divine sword is also rapidly increasing.
In the void, a hundred-foot-sized fire tiger appeared on the left side, while an ice toad of the same size appeared on the right side.
I saw two layers of ice and fire in the void. From a distance, it was extremely terrifying.
"Fire tiger, ice toad!"
"What a terrifying ice and fire sword intent!"
"Can Ancestor still be able to stop it?"
"It's just two attributes. What's so strange about it? Eight kinds of sword intent are what we call a wonderful thing!"
…
In the Celestial City, a series of discussions could be heard.
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
…
The voices of Xiaojiao and Huantian sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.
Then two figures appeared not far away from Mo Wentian, as if they would take action immediately if anything happened to Mo Wentian.
"Fire tiger, ice toad!"
"not bad!"
A cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes, and the next moment, Mo Wentian slashed towards Xiao Yuehen with a sword.
"bump… "
There was a violent collision, and the next moment, a figure was seen flying backwards.
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
…
The figures of Xiaojiao and Huantian instantly appeared beside Mo Wentian.
The person who flew backwards was none other than Mo Wentian.
But Xiao Yuehen, who was opposite Void, stood proudly on the spot without moving at all.
"Ancestor can't beat him!"
"After all, the difference in strength is too big!"
"The ancestors can't stop Xiao Yuehen. It seems that our Jiuyou Clan is really doomed this time!"
…
In Tiancheng, the disciples of the Jiuyou clan had panic in their eyes.
"Boss, let's take action together and kill this kid!"
Xiaojiao and Huantian's eyes flickered with cold light.
At this moment, Xiao Jiao's figure transformed directly into a dragon, as if he was about to pounce towards Xiao Yuehen in the next moment.
"You guys stand down!"
"Just because he wants to kill me, that's not enough!"
Mo Wentian stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Looking at Xiao Yuehen standing proudly, a strong murderous intent rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"yes!"
"yes!"
Although Xiaojiao and Huantian wanted to help, since Mo Wentian said so, they believed Mo Wentian, took a deep breath, and retreated.
"Boy, kill me, the saint of the demon clan, the son of the demon king, and the daughter of the great elder. You will definitely die today!"
"Not only are you going to die, that evil beast, all the disciples in the Jiuyou Clan are going to die!"
In the void, the killing intent in Xiao Yuehen's eyes was extremely terrifying.
"Yeah?"
Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with an evil smile.
"Don't be brave. If you don't spit out the old blood, you'll get internal injuries if you hold it in, right?"
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian said with a sneer.
"A mouthful of old blood?"
"Suppressing internal injuries?"
"Ancestor said so, is Xiao Yuehen also injured?"
…
In Tiancheng, the disciples of the Jiuyou Clan were all stunned.
"Boy, you are just looking for death!"
A hint of anger rose on Xiao Yuehen's face.
When Mo Wentian said this, his right hand started to tremble.
In fact, in the collision just now, on the surface, he did not retreat, and it seemed that he won, but in fact, he was just trying to suppress the injuries in his body.
Although Mo Wentian flew backwards, he successfully avoided most of the force.
Even though the genius Mo Wen was in the state of consummation, Mo Wentian's sword actually killed him.
"Pfft..."
The next moment, Xiao Yuehen spit out a mouthful of blood.
"I told you to stop holding it in a long time ago. It would be great to spit it out like this!"
The corners of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, with an evil smile on his face.
"Xiao Yuehen is actually injured!"
"I thought our ancestor couldn't stop it, but I didn't expect that this powerful man in the middle stage of Tianjun Xiao Yuehen was injured by the ancestor's sword!"
"Ancestor is so strong, we Jiuyou Clan can still be saved!"
…
In the Celestial City, the figures looked into the void, and the expressions on everyone's faces changed instantly.
The original worry was gone, replaced by a face full of joy.
"My Purple Emperor's body has reached the state of perfection. Even warriors in the later stage of Tianjun will not want to kill me!"
"Xiao Yuehen, go to hell!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian took a step forward, the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword trembling in his hand.