"This kid Mo Wentian is too arrogant. Xiao Jinghen is a strong man like Tianjun Consummation!"
"This kid is not only arrogant, he is simply a monster!"
"Haven't you heard that the Dark Lord of Tianjun Consummation has been killed by this boy!"
"If that rumor is true, then there will be something good to watch today!"
…
In the darkness, the figures looked at the terrifying collision in the void and boiled instantly.
The two bodies also quickly retreated.
"very nice!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised an evil smile.
This Xiao Jinghen is indeed the number one genius of the Demon Clan, and his strength is indeed good.
Even better than the Dark Lord.
But with such strength, it would be a long way to kill Mo Wentian.
"What a strong physique!"
Xiao Jinghen's eyes flashed with light, and then he said sadly.
"Boy, do you think I can't kill you because of your good health?"
"Punch me again!"
"Fire God Fist!"
As Xiao Jinghen punched out, flames filled the sky rising above Xiao Jinghen's head.
At this moment, the aura on his body surged crazily.
"Punch you?"
"You'd better try my Shenlong Fist first!"
Leng shouted, only to see Mo Wentian punch out and directly greet him.
But in just one breath, Mo Wentian punched thousands of times in an instant. The power of his punches rolled directly into the fire fist in the void.
"Rumble..."
There was a violent collision, and Mo Wentian's body moved back dozens of feet.
Xiao Jinghen didn't fare much better, and he flew out upside down.
At this moment, the physical difference between the two was extremely obvious.
Mo Wentian's cultivation has broken through to the fifth level of the Immortal Body, the perfect state of the Purple Emperor's body, and his body is strong enough to be invincible in the realm of the Heavenly Lord.
But under Xiao Jinghen's punch, his body retreated dozens of feet.
However, Xiao Jinghen's body flew directly backwards. From this, it can be seen that Mo Wentian's physique is not a bit stronger than that of the demon clan's number one genius.
Although Mo Wentian's current punch cannot kill Tianjun Perfect, the little Tianjun in the late and middle stages of the warrior can be smashed into pieces with one punch.
"Boy, your cultivation level is only at the early stage of Caitianjun. How can your body be so strong?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiao Jinghen's eyes were filled with shock.
"How can this be?"
"Am I right? The number one genius of the Monster Clan was actually slandered by this kid Mo Wentian?"
"This kid is so scary!"
…
Looking at the figure standing proudly in the void, his eyes were filled with shock.
"Grandson, come and taste your little Grandpa Jiao's dragon tail swing!"
At this moment, a peerless dragon rose into the sky not far away.
"Hoho..."
One after another roars resounded throughout the void, and the terrifying power spread rapidly.
"This little snake turns out to be a celestial dragon!"
"Has the power of this Tianlong also reached the terrifying late stage of Tianjun?"
"So what if he is a Tianlong? He will definitely not be able to defeat that boy from the Demon Clan!"
"That's right, the cultivation level of that boy from the demon clan is only one step away from the peak of Tianjun!"
…
Looking at the little dragon standing proudly in the void, everyone's eyes clearly flashed with shock.
"Little snake, Netherworld Sword!"
"cut!"
Xiao Jing looked at Xiao Jiao, with terrifying murderous intent in his eyes.
I saw a divine sword flashing with the power of the netherworld appear in his hand. The next moment, holding the divine sword in his hand, he slashed directly towards the little dragon.
"The dragon swings its tail!"
With a cold shout, the little dragon's body of a hundred feet flashed quickly in the void, and the next moment, its tail of several dozen feet swung directly towards Xiao Jing.
"Boy, your little snake actually hides his cultivation!"
"But what if he is in the later stage of Tianjun? Junior Brother Xiao Jing is about to break through to the peak of Tianjun. When we meet him, today's little snake seems to be our appetizer without a doubt!"
Xiao Jinghen looked at Mo Wentian with a sneer in his eyes.
"Yeah?"
Mo Wentian grinned.
"Of course, if you meet me today, Mo Wentian, you will be unlucky!"
"Hahaha… "
Xiao Jinghen said and laughed wildly.
"It's you who are unlucky!"
"The Heaven-Eating Sword Technique: Sword Breaks the Sky!"
Leng Ao's voice sounded, and a divine sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hand.
The divine sword trembled slightly in Mo Wentian's hand, as if it couldn't wait any longer.
"Boom..."
The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, and the Heaven-Devouring Divine Sword in his hand shone with an incomparably bright light.
From Mo Wentian's dantian, billowing sword energy surged out!
"Tear..."
As a tearing sound came, the void was directly torn into pieces.
In the void, even the restrictions that were specifically targeted at the Heavenly Kings and above could not help but shake.
"Bang bang bang..."
A series of collision sounds were heard, and the Heaven-devouring Divine Sword in Mo Wentian's hand was seen drawing an extremely mysterious mark.
The next moment, a terrifying power surged out violently.
"kill!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian went straight towards Xiao Jinghen to kill him.
"Want to kill me?"
"Yan Ding!"
Seeing Mo Wentian coming to kill him, Xiao Jinghen narrowed his eyes and a cauldron appeared in his hand.
Then I saw him holding the cauldron above his head, and saw the cauldron rapidly swelling. In just a few breaths, it had already grown to a size of a hundred feet.
The cauldron was surrounded by blazing fire, which looked terrifying from a distance.
The next moment, he was seen holding a giant cauldron of a hundred feet and heading directly towards Mo Wentian to suppress it.
As Xiao Jinghen made a move, Mo Wentian felt as if a huge mountain was squeezing towards him.
The force was terrifying and boundless, as if it was going to crush him into pieces.
"Could this be the legendary Yan Ding?"
"That's right, that's the late king-level artifact, Yan Ding!"
"Xiao Jinghen's cultivation level is only one step away from the king of heaven. Now that he still has Yan Ding in hand, it seems that Mo Wentian is dead!"
"That's right, no matter how evil Mo Wentian is, there is no way he can stop Xiao Jinghen!"
…
Looking at the mighty Yan Cauldron in the void, everyone looked at Mo Wentian with a look of regret.
Mo Wentian was indeed a rare genius. It was a pity that he died in Xiao Jinghen's hands like this.
But if two tigers fight, one of them will die, not to mention, Mo Wentian is the person the beast master named to kill...
"Boss, I quickly dealt with Xiao Jing and came to help you!"
Xiaojiao also saw the terrifying Yan Cauldron, his eyes flashed with cold light, and a firm voice sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.
"It's not just Xiao Jing, no one from the demon clan will be left behind!"
Mo Wentian didn't have the slightest fondness for people from the demon clan.
They tried to kill him over and over again, but now they were in Mo Wentian's hands. If they wanted to kill him, they would kill him.