"Old Hei, don't hold it back, it won't be good if you hold it in and cause internal injuries!"
Looking at the Dark Lord, Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a joking face.
"Suppressing internal injuries?"
"This is impossible?"
"This kid is only in the early stage of Tianjun. There is no way he can hurt the Dark Lord!"
"I see that the boy can't hold himself any longer!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, the people in the dark instantly exploded.
"Boy, you..."
"Today, I will definitely kill you!"
The murderous intent in the Dark Lord's eyes was terrifying and boundless.
But Mo Wentian's guess was correct. Mo Wentian's sword just now had indeed hurt him.
There was a strong smell of blood in his throat, and he wanted to spit it out, but as soon as Mo Wentian said these words, he swallowed the mouthful of blood.
"Yeah?"
"I think you will be the one who dies today!"
An extremely cold air rose in Mo Wentian's eyes, standing proudly in the void, and his voice was unparalleled in coldness.
"Catch me again!"
"Dark Palm!"
With a cold shout, the black demon phantom in the void once again transformed into a demonic palm hundreds of feet in size.
Above the devil's palm, Tianjun's perfect power swept towards Mo Wentian.
"The perfect Dark Lord is indeed terrifying!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with coldness.
In the void, the demonic energy still enveloped a radius of several hundred feet, and the area of several hundred feet seemed to have turned into an ancient demonic realm.
From a distance, it looks terrifying.
"But this is not enough to kill this emperor!"
A cold voice sounded in the void.
"Heaven-Eating Sword Technique!"
"Four Elephants Devour the Sky!"
With a cold shout, the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hand again.
On top of the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword, the energy of the billowing sword was shaking.
"Hoho..."
In the void, four roars came, and the four swords shot directly.
As soon as the four swords were released, four divine beasts appeared in the entire world.
"Four images in one!"
"boom… "
The next moment, the four divine beasts merged together in the void, transformed into four elephant beasts, and faced the devil's palm in the void directly.
"Hoho..."
boom… "
A violent collision occurred, and in just one-tenth of a breath, the four elephant beasts in the void collapsed.
"Heavenly Lord is perfect, so powerful!"
A flash of surprise flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
After killing Meng Ruoxi and Lu Ming, who were at the peak of Tianjun, Mo Wentian thought that it would not be a problem to fight against the Dark Lord, who was at the peak of Tianjun.
But now it seems that there is still a long way to go to kill the Dark Lord.
"Want to defeat the Dark Lord..."
"Unless my cultivation reaches the middle stage of Tianjun!"
Muttering to himself, Mo Wentian took a deep breath.
But the next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes became firm again.
The powerful Tianjun Perfection is terrifying, but it is not that easy to kill him, Mo Wentian.
Having obtained the Phantom Fruit, he could actually retreat at any time.
But Mo Wentian didn't want to retreat. He and the Dark Lord fought in this valley not only for the bet on the Phantom Fruit, but more importantly, he wanted to scare other people by killing the Dark Lord.
Thinking like this, Mo Wentian's heart became extremely determined, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.
"Old Hei, I will come to play with you again!"
"Eight Desolate Sword Domains!"
"Buzzing..."
With a cold shout, he saw the terrifying sword energy in the void quickly spreading towards the surroundings.
The rolling meaning of the Eight Desolations swept towards the Dark Lord in the void.
"What does Bahuang mean?"
Looking at the vast and boundless meaning of the void, the Dark Lord's expression was slightly startled.
Mo Wentian was able to display the Eight Desolations Sword Qi, which really exceeded his expectations.
He had a hunch that the sooner he could deal with Mo Wentian, the better.
Attack after attack, Mo Wentian's power became stronger and stronger, and the power in his body seemed to be endless.
The Dark Lord now only has one thought in his mind, and that is to kill Mo Wentian quickly.
"Boy, suffer death!"
"Devil Cauldron, suppress!"
"Boom..."
A cold voice came, and in the void, the billowing demonic energy gathered into the appearance of a black-faced old man.
Standing proudly in the void, holding a demon cauldron hundreds of feet in size in his hand, he moved towards Mo Wentian to suppress it.
"Magic Cauldron?"
"This magic tripod is rumored to be a mid-level king-level artifact!"
"Tianjun's perfect cultivation, coupled with this mid-level king-level artifact, this kid will definitely die!"
"That's right, this kid will definitely not be able to block this move!"
…
Looking at the hundred-foot-sized demon cauldron in the void, they started discussing again in the dark.
"boom… "
There was a violent collision, and Mo Wentian's body flew backwards again.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Mo Wentian's mouth.
"King-level mid-term artifact, not bad!"
Mo Wentian's voice was extremely cold, and the cold light in his eyes was even more terrifying.
"This kid is not dead yet?"
"He blocked it again?"
"This is the Dark Lord's third move, and he actually blocked the Dark Lord's three moves!"
"I'm at the peak of Tianjun's cultivation. If it were me, I'm not sure I could block the Dark Lord's three moves, but this kid blocked it!"
…
The figures looked at that figure one after another, their eyes full of shock.
There were even some warriors who didn't believe it, and even opened their soul and spiritual senses to explore Mo Wentian's cultivation. However, no matter how they probed, Mo Wentian's cultivation was only at the early stage of Tianjun.
"It turns out that I don't believe the rumors about this kid killing monsters and powerful demons!"
"Now my rumors are true!"
"Are the rumors true? Doesn't that mean that Meng Ruoxi, Xiao Yuehen, and the great elder of the demon clan were all killed by this boy?"
"This... this is impossible?"
…
After some investigation and looking at that figure, the crowd started to boil again.
"Boy, you can still block my magic cauldron!"
"Today you must die!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, the Dark Lord's eyes were filled with terrifying murderous intent.
His magic cauldron is a mid-level king-level artifact. Let alone a warrior in the early stage of Tianjun, even a strong person in the late stage of Tianjun will be smashed into meat cakes.
But the Mo Wentian in front of him, a warrior in the early stage of Tianjun, was only slightly injured.
This made the Dark Lord want to kill Mo Wentian even more.
"Magic Cauldron!"
"Come again!"
With a cold shout, in the void, the Dark Lord once again raised the magic cauldron and smashed it towards Mo Wentian.
"Heaven-Eating Sword Technique!"
"Break the world with one sword!"
Mo Wentian shouted angrily, and the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hand again.
The next moment, with the sword breaking the boundary, the void was directly chopped into pieces, and endless void turbulence rolled out.
"The power of this sword is comparable to the peak of Tianjun!"
"Tianjun actually exerted the power of Tianjun's peak in his early stage. This..."
"terrible!"
…
The figures not far away could not help but sigh when they looked at that terrifying sword.