"Boss, leave this to me!"
"Be careful, this kid's cauldron is so powerful!"
Xiaojiao's slightly worried voice sounded in Mo Wentian's mind again.
"Boy, go to hell!"
"Suppression!"
At this moment, an extremely cold voice came.
Xiao Jinghen was seen holding the Yan Ding and smashing it directly towards Mo Wentian.
"Want to hit me with a cauldron?"
"ridiculous!"
When Mo Wentian saw this, the corner of his mouth raised an arc.
The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure stopped in place, the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword in his hand, but the bright light on the sword was extremely dazzling.
"What's wrong with this kid? Could it be that he was frightened?"
"I think so. Yan Ding is a late-stage king-level artifact, and Xiao Jinghen is a powerful Tianjun Perfection. This kid must be scared!"
"With such a character, I even doubt whether this kid killed the Dark Lord?"
"This kid deserves to die!"
…
In the darkness, the figures looked into the void and couldn't help but started talking.
Just when the Yan Cauldron was about to fall on Mo Wentian, Mo Wentian's figure disappeared from the place like lightning.
"What a weird movement!"
"Where did that kid go? I just blinked my eyes, why did that kid disappear?"
…
Everyone watched Mo Wentian disappear, with shocked expressions on their faces.
"Boom..."
The next moment, a violent sound was heard, and Xiao Jinghen's Yanding directly hit the position where Mo Wentian was just now.
As the Yan Cauldron landed, a raging fire instantly ignited on the ground, and a hole dozens of feet in size appeared in front of everyone.
The expected screams did not sound, and only then did Xiao Jinghen realize that Mo Wentian was missing.
"Boy, come out and give me a good fight if you dare!"
"What's the point of hiding like this?"
Xiao Jinghen glanced at the void, the murderous intent in his eyes was terrifying.
"Who said this emperor wants to hide?"
"How could I leave without killing you? Xiao Jinghen, just accept death!"
A cold voice came, and a figure appeared in front of Xiao Jinghen.
That figure stood proudly in the void, with eyes full of cold pride.
"Heaven-Eating Sword Technique!"
"Jian Po Tian!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian took out his sword directly and stabbed Xiao Jinghen in the chest.
"Yan Ding, block!"
Seeing the sword coming in an instant, Xiao Jinghen narrowed his eyes slightly, and without any hesitation, Yan Ding directly blocked it in front of his chest.
"Bang bang bang..."
At this moment, the sound of collisions woke everyone up, and everyone looked towards the center of the battle.
I saw a figure holding a 100-foot-long Yan cauldron flying backwards. On the 100-foot-long Yan cauldron, a shocking sword mark was extremely eye-catching.
"this… "
"This is too terrifying. One sword actually cut cracks into the Yan Ding, a late-stage king-level artifact!"
"Is this kid still a human?"
…
One after another figures looked into the void, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"Click..."
At this moment, among everyone's expressions, the hundred-foot-high Yanding suddenly made a sound.
The next moment, the 100-foot-long magic cauldron was broken into two halves along the crack.
"This... this is impossible?"
"This is a late-stage king-level artifact. Your sword is extremely ordinary. There is no way you can cut my artifact into pieces!"
Xiao Jinghen's eyes were filled with surprise and doubt.
Even if the Yan Cauldron shattered along the sword marks made by Mo Wentian, he still didn't believe that Mo Wentian, a warrior in the early stage of Tianjun, could actually chop his Yan Cauldron into pieces
"Nothing is impossible!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Jinghen with cold and arrogant eyes.
"Boy, you chopped my Yanding into pieces, I'm going to kill you!"
"I am going to kill you!"
Mo Wentian's cold and arrogant eyes seemed extremely ironic to Xiao Jinghen.
Looking at Mo Wentian, the killing intent in Xiao Jinghen's eyes was undisguised.
"If you want to kill me, you can't do anything to me even if you have a divine weapon in your hand!"
"Now that your artifact is broken, do you think you can still kill me?"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised a strange arc, but his voice was extremely arrogant.
"Cracked?"
"Look, the late-stage king-level artifact Yan Cauldron is shattered. It was chopped into pieces by that kid Mo Wentian's sword!"
"It's absolutely terrible!"
…
Mo Wentian's cold and proud voice came, and the figures in the darkness came back to their senses. They were mumbling to themselves, but their eyes were full of loss.
"ah… "
"Do not kill me!"
"ah… "
"No… "
"Senior Brother Jinghen, save...save me!"
…
At this moment, screams and calls for help came.
Hearing the words and following the sound, he saw in the void, the hundred-foot-long Tianlong looking at the seven disciples of the Demon Clan, his eyes full of cold arrogance.
In just one breath, the tail that was dozens of feet in size whipped directly towards the seven people.
"Pfft..."
"No… "
"help me!"
"die!"
The screams came to an abrupt end with the cold and boundless word "death".
All the middle and late disciples of the seven Heavenly Lords of the Monster Clan died.
"This...the monster beast in Tiantianjun's later stage is too terrifying!"
"In the later period, Tianjun fought one against seven, and actually whipped all seven to death with one tail!"
"This is simply unheard of!"
"I think Xiao Jinghen is in trouble this time!"
…
Everyone looked at this scene and couldn't help but gasped.
"Boss, mission accomplished!"
At this moment, the little dragon turned into a small snake and landed directly on Mo Wentian's shoulder, his face full of joy.
"good!"
Mo Wentian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, nodded and said in a deep voice.
"Boss, let's kill this kid together!"
Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian with a confident expression on his face.
Just now, he killed seven people with one tail slap, and the strength of these seven people was not weak, some were even stronger than his cultivation.
So at this moment, Xiaojiao became a little erratic, especially when he heard the discussions in the dark, he became even more arrogant.
"Weren't you fighting that kid Xiao Jing just now?"
"Why did you draw seven people again?"
Mo Wentian said coldly as if he remembered something.
"Boss, I discovered that Xiao Jing is the most powerful person among the seven. As long as my dragon's tail swing can kill Xiao Jing, wouldn't the others also die?"
"What's more, if you slap one person with one tail, it's a slap, and if you slap seven people, it's a slap!"
"I just didn't expect that kid Xiao Jing to be so weak, and I whipped him to pieces with a swipe of my dragon's tail!"
When Xiaojiao talked about this, his face was full of energy, and his voice couldn't conceal the excitement in his heart at this moment.
"Although your strength is good, if you want to fight against Xiao Jinghen, you are still a little behind!"
"You enter Wentian Pavilion first, leave this kid to me, and I will deal with it quickly!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with an extremely cold light, and he said coldly.
"Boss..."
Xiaojiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
The next moment, the figure flashed and entered Wentian Pavilion directly.