"Pity!"
Mo Wentian looked at Ancestor Bing and shook his head slightly, with a look of regret in his eyes.
He wanted to subdue the Ice Ancestor, but if the Ice Ancestor did not surrender, he would not be blamed.
Mo Wentian had no intention of leaving Ancestor Bing behind if he couldn't use him.
If a strong man in the realm of the Heavenly King cannot surrender to him, then he is not as valuable as killing and devouring him.
"Ice Sword!"
"kill!"
Suddenly, Ancestor Bing looked at Mo Wentian, murderous intent suddenly surged in his eyes, and a cold voice sounded.
A murderous aura swept towards Mo Wentian.
"The Heaven-Eating Divine Sword!"
"Break the world with one sword!"
"die!"
At this moment, looking at the Ice Ancestor coming to kill him, a cold voice sounded.
Looking at Ancestor Bing, Mo Wentian had a terrifying murderous intent in his eyes.
The next moment, Mo Wentian saw the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword sweeping out from Mo Wentian's hand.
"Rumble..."
As Mo Wentian's sword was released, the void was shattered wherever the sword energy passed.
The terrifying power spread crazily towards the void.
From the crack in the void, endless void turbulence rolled out.
From a distance, it looks terrifying.
"What a powerful force. I originally thought that Mo Wentian was not very powerful. The reason why he was able to kill the Fire Ancestor was all because of the roulette in his hand. But now it seems that it is not just the roulette. "
"The power of this sword is comparable to that of an average late-stage Heavenly King!"
"The Heavenly Lord is perfect and exerting the power of the late Heavenly King. This is simply a monster!"
"terrible!"
…
Looking at Void's terrifying sword, countless warriors had awe-inspiring looks in their eyes.
"Boss, be careful!"
At this moment, Huantian's slightly worried voice sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.
"Don't worry, just with this move, he can't kill me!"
Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly and he said calmly.
"Boy, go to hell!"
The next moment, Ancestor Bing gave a cold shout, and the Frozen Sword in his hand came directly towards Mo Wentian to kill him.
"Old bastard, this move of yours is too weak!"
Leng Ao's voice sounded, and a sinister smile appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Qiang Qiang..."
There was a sound of metal clashing. The two divine swords collided directly, causing dazzling sparks.
"uh-huh… "
The next moment, Mo Wentian groaned, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
His face became even more pale.
"A warrior who practices the power of ice is indeed strong!"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes shone with an extremely bright light.
Although the aura of this Ice Ancestor is a bit worse than that of the previous Fire Ancestor, the strength he displays is not much different from that of the Fire Ancestor.
Although Mo Wentian blocked his move with the Ice Sword with the Heaven-Devouring Divine Sword, the overbearing ice power invaded Mo Wentian's body.
If it weren't for Mo Wentian's terrifying physique, the power of the ice would have been enough to make Mo Wentian lose his fighting ability.
"Boy, you know how powerful I am!"
"I will give you a chance. Take all your dogs and kneel on the ground to beg me for mercy. I will be merciful and spare your life!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Patriarch Bing's eyes flickered with coldness.
If Mo Wentian knelt on the ground and begged him for mercy, it would be more satisfying for him than killing Mo Wentian.
To have a well-known figure in the ancient ruins kneel down and beg for mercy was an extremely refreshing feeling.
"Spare me?"
Hearing this, the curve of the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense.
He Mo Wentian, when will he need to beg for mercy from others!
The Ice Ancestor in front of me is simply ridiculous. A small late-stage Heavenly King actually wants to make him surrender. This is simply a dream!
"ah… "
At this moment, an extremely tragic sound came from the void.
Following the sound, Mo Wentian looked towards the void, and saw in the endless void, a dragon body the size of a hundred feet, rolled up an old man, and rushed straight towards Mo Wentian.
In just a few breaths, the hundred-foot dragon threw the old man directly down from the void.
"boom… "
A figure fell to the ground, stirring up dust all over the ground.
"What just fell into the void?"
"It seems like a figure?"
"No, is it the Great Elder?"
"It was the dragon that threw the great elder down!"
"This is impossible? The Great Elder is a strong man in the middle stage of Heavenly King, and this little snake is only in the early stage of Heavenly King. How can he defeat the Great Elder?"
…
As the great elder's body fell to the ground, everyone came back to their senses, their eyes full of shock.
"Boss, mission accomplished!"
At this moment, Xiaojiao's figure flashed and appeared directly in front of Mo Wentian.
Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiaojiao raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said in a deep voice.
"Thank you for your hard work, little Jiao!"
"You keep an eye on this old bastard for me first, and I'll deal with this old bastard first!"
Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a cold glint in his eyes.
"Boss, don't worry!"
Xiaojiao quickly answered, his voice extremely hearty.
"Ancestor Ice, save me!"
"Help me!"
At this moment, Lu Yuan, the great elder of the demon clan, looked at the Ice Ancestor not far away and begged for mercy crazily.
"In front of this emperor, do you still want to ask for mercy?"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, and then he took a step forward and appeared directly in front of Lu Yuan.
Looking at Lu Yuan, Mo Wentian curled up a sinister smile and said coldly.
"Mo Wentian, the bet is between you and me, let Lu Yuan go!"
As if remembering something, Ancestor Bing looked at Mo Wentian, with a glint in his eyes, and said coldly.
"The bet is between you and me, that's right!"
"Then the battle between my monster and your lackey Lu Yuan is a matter between them and not your business!"
Hearing this, the curve in the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became even more intense.
But Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with disdain as he looked at the Ice Ancestor not far away.
"Boy, you..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Patriarch Bing was about to explode with rage.
But he was always the one to make up his mind. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Old bastard, I will give you another chance!"
"Surrender or die!"
Mo Wentian looked at Ancestor Bing, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said coldly again.
"You have killed so many strong men of my demon clan, I will never surrender to you!"
Ancestor Bing glanced around and saw that all the figures were looking at him, as if for the sake of face, and his voice was full of sonority and force.
"Don't surrender?"
"Then die!"
Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and he shouted coldly.